This was heaven. This was fucking purgatory. I could think of nothing apart from how easy it would be to slip inside her right now. Goddammit, I should have taken off my boxers last night. They were wet now, from her and from me. She moaned, mumbling something incoherent and I couldn’t resist anymore; I lowered my head and sucked on her neck.
“Hmm Kyle...” I pulled back and froze. Was she awake?
I didn’t think so.
She was dreaming of me...my male pride soared. I stared at her face, her eyes were closed, but she licked her lips.
I watched her like a dirty pervert as she slipped her hand between her legs. Fuck this was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Her mouth fell open while she touched herself. I was jealous of her hand. I didn’t think about what I was doing until I covered my hand over hers, feeling the way she touched herself. She was rubbing her clit. Her hand was soaking. She was soaking. I grinded against her and felt her fingers quicken. I lost all resolve and brushed her hand aside, replacing it with mine.
I wanted this, she was dreaming of me, so she was going to come for me. She groaned loudly and spread her legs wide. I grunted when I felt how slick she was. Rolling her clit between my fingers, I felt her jerk. Her breathing changed.
She was awake.
Too late, I couldn’t stop.
I dipped a finger inside her. She was so fucking tight. Her tight little pussy squeezed my finger as I slid it in and out slowly.
“Ahh,” she moaned. Yep, she was definitely awake.
“I’m not stopping baby,” I told her, slipping a second finger in. I twisted my fingers inside her pussy to find that spot all girls seemed to love.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered. I moved my fingers faster, quickening the pace. Her moans became louder, until she was screaming and bucking against my hand. I pulled my hand out of her and pushed her down on her back.
“Kyle,” she cried, her face flushed with a cocktail of embarrassment and desire. “What are you doing?”
I pulled her hips to my face and grinned. “Shh, baby I got you.” Dipping my head, I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked hard.
“Oh god...” She wriggled and tried to squirm away.
I pressed my hand down on her lower stomach, holding her still. “Stop moving baby, let me give you this.” I wrapped my other hand around her thigh and sank my tongue inside her, using my thumb to tease her nub. She tasted fucking perfect on my tongue.
Lee relaxed and spread her legs wider for me to take her. I took it all, every drop of her sweet juices, lapping them up with my tongue.
“Kyle,” she cried. “I feel... Something’s happening to me…” I smiled against her pussy. Yeah, something was happening all right; she was coming all over my tongue.
Chapter Nineteen
Lee
After spending most of the day in my room wallowing in self-pity, my stomach growled. God, my cheeks were still burning from the shower incident, let alone the whole Kyle giving me my first orgasm before sneaking out.
I was such a fool. Kyle couldn’t have made it clearer that he wanted to be friends, but no, I had to go and throw myself at him…literally. It had been hours ago and I was still cringing in shame, chewing on my fist.
Music was pumping from the stereo downstairs; we had company. I trudged downstairs and smoke filled air immediately filled my lungs. I hated cigarette smoke; it reminded me of my father.
People were scattered around the hall and I could see from the open door that the kitchen was jammed with people. I would have gone straight back upstairs normally, but I was so hungry I decided food was more important than nurturing my anxiety. A familiar redhead approached me from the kitchen direction, barely decent in denim short-shorts and a cut off blue tank top, revealing her tiny waist. My god, did she not feel the cold?
“Cute jim-jams.” Rachel said. “Or are you trying out for a sports team?” I knew she was being sarcastic and I silently cursed myself for coming downstairs in Kyle’s old ratty football shirt and shorts. Choosing to ignore her and her nasty comments, I walked past her.
Girls like Rachel made my skin crawl. I could never understand their need for bitchiness and continuous drama. I had suffered for years at the hands of girls just like Rachel at my highschool back home. Like Rachel, I had done nothing to those girls who obviously disliked me.
“Oh right, I forgot Kyle said you were a little slow,” she said, loudly enough that people stopped to stare at me. I took a deep breath, urging myself to calm down and not retaliate. That was what she wanted. She was lying. Kyle wouldn’t say that about me… Would he? I kept my feet moving away from her.
What the hell did Kyle see in her? She was such a bitch. Sure, physically she was beautiful, but that girl was pure poison inside.