“Oh god!” I grabbed his hair, pulling him into me.
“Shhhhh,” he urged, and I tried to be quiet, but his tongue was like liquid fire over my clit, licking me until I was straining against him, wanting more, more.
I pulled my shirt off over my head, playing with my nipples as he sucked at the wet, pink flesh between my lips.
“Yes!” I put my feet up on his shoulders and leaning back on my elbows, exposing myself completely.
“Oh put your fingers in me!” I begged, and he did, fucking me with his hand, two fingers stretching me open, plunging deep into my pussy. The wet, rhythmic sound filled the bathroom.
“Your cock.” I sat up and slid down off the counter. “Put it in me.” He stood, kissing me again as I helped him with his shorts, grabbing onto the length of him and squeezing hard. That made him grunt and grit his teeth, his eyes closing a little. “Do you want me?” I tugged, twisting my hand, rubbing my thumb over the wet tip. “Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Nolan?”
“Brat!” He chuckled, grabbing my shoulders and turning me away from him.
I gasped, feeling his hand on my back, pressing my belly to the cold counter. I could see him standing behind me in the mirror, his cock hard and aimed toward my ass.
“You wanna be fucked, little girl?” He ran his hands over the swell of my ass, reaching between my legs and spreading my lips. His fingers moved up and down that slit, teasing my clit, my hole.
“Yes!” I nodded, meeting his eyes in the mirror, tilting my pelvis, going up on my tiptoes.
“Tell me.” The head of his cock rubbed up and down in my wetness, making me squirm and moan. “Shhh, Leah… we don’t want to wake them.” I gasped, feeling the pressure of his cock there, right there. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me good and hard.”
He grabbed my hips, sliding his cock in deep on the first try, making me whimper with the size of him. I took it all, and asked for more, as he started moving inside of me, pressing me against the counter with every thrust. I watched him in the mirror, his eyes moving over my body as he drove into me, my nipples grazing the counter, my breath fogging the mirror with my gasps.
I reached under my belly, between my legs, circling my clit with my fingers. It was swollen and aching to be touched, but I couldn’t help slipping my hand up further, feeling the place where he was pressed into my flesh, the skin taut around the shaft. His balls were heavy, slapping against my hand, and the only sound was our bodies coming together again and again in the dimness.
“You feel so good!” His hands tightened, gripping my ass and hips as he drove in harder.
“Yes!” I gasped, my fingers searching out my clit again, rubbing hard and fast, keeping up with his rhythm. It felt so good, I wanted to moan, scream, writhe on the bathroom counter underneath him, but I couldn’t. Instead, I just watched him fuck me through half-closed eyes, my breath steaming the mirror as I rubbed myself off, the sight of him, his eyes on me, filling me with lust.
“I’m close!” He whispered a warning, and I could see it on his face, the grimace, holding back, waiting. I rubbed myself faster, wanting to meet him, feeling my clit like a wet pulse under my fingers.
“Come for me!” I squeezed my pussy around his cock, making him hiss and bite his lip. “Come all over my ass.”
He pulled back and I almost cried out with the loss of his cock filling me, and then I felt him coming, and I could see it in the mirror, his cock thrusting into his fist, shooting streams of cum over my ass. I could feel the hot wet trails they made on my skin, pooling in my lower back, dripping down the crack of my ass toward my pussy.
“Oh god!” I pressed my cheek to the mirror and closed my eyes, his cum making a fast river between my lips toward my aching clit. It was the very moment that his hot cum touched me there that I came, rubbing the thick, white fluid into my pussy, my whole body convulsing with my orgasm.
When it was over, he pulled me to standing, turning me around and kissing me, hard, deep, desperate. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him, wanting even more.
When our breath had come back, he kissed my hair, holding me close, rocking me back and forth as we stood there in the middle of the bathroom with Erica sleeping on one side of us and his new girlfriend (she’s not his girlfriend, I am!) on the other.
“What are we going to do, Leah?” he whispered into my hair, squeezing me so tight I couldn’t breathe. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered back, and I didn’t.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“He wants you to what?” I hugged my books to my chest as we walked home.
“A lot of girls do.” Erica tucked her hair behind her ear and looking sideways at me. “I just thought… maybe we could do each other?” I stopped and stared at her, my mouth open. She grabbed my arm, rolling her eyes as she pulled me along.
“It’ll be easier, you have to admit,” she went on as I stumbled after her.
“What if something happens?” I watched her take her key out as we approached her front door.
Erica turned the key in the lock, shoving the door open. “What could happen?”
“Oh, I don’t know, a freak razor accident?” I made a face as we stepped into the coolness of her living room. We both headed for the kitchen out of habit, like we did every day, looking for something to eat.
“It’s not like we’d be using a straight razor or anything!” Erica opened the refrigerator and frowned. “And it would be a heck of a lot safer than us trying to do it by ourselves!” She let the door go and opened a cupboard, but I grabbed the handle, keeping the fridge open to peer inside. “Besides…” Erica grabbed a banana off the counter. “It’s not like we haven’t seen each other… and stuff…” I blushed, sticking my face further into the fridge. “Hey, can I have these leftover chocolate-covered-strawberries?”
“Sure.” She slid up onto the counter, kicking off her shoes and swinging her stocking feet against the cupboard below. “So, what do you say?” I bit into a strawberry, chewing thoughtfully. “Guys really like it?” She nodded, her eyes bright. “Guys love it. And I hear it makes things even more sensitive down there.”
“More sensitive?” I raised my eyebrows and swallowed sweetness.
“Especially when you’re being licked.”
My eyes met hers and she smirked, taking another bite of her banana. I wondered what Mr. Nolan would think, if he would find it more sexy. Then I remembered all the girls in the magazines and on the videos. Most of them were shaved smooth, or mostly, anyway. Would he be surprised? I imagined pulling my panties down to show him, spreading my lips, and felt a hot jolt between my legs at the thought.
“Okay.” I opened the fridge and grabbed another strawberry. They were starting to get a little soft, but they still tasted good. “Let’s do it.” Erica slid off the counter, downing the rest of her banana and tossing her peel in the garbage. I followed her upstairs, licking chocolate off my fingers.
“This can’t be any harder than shaving your legs.” Erica looked in the bathroom cupboard for razors and shaving cream. “Will you get towels?” I opened the linen closet, taking out two of them. “Who goes first?” She stood, taking the towels from me. “You pick, since it was my idea.”
“Do me first.” I frowned. “Before I chicken out.”
“Okay.” Erica reached under the sink and got a little tub and filled it with water. “Put a towel on the toilet and sit down.”
I did as she instructed while she arranged everything next to me on the area rug.