Page 82 of Brighter Together

It should make me stop.

Instead, it makes everything more intense.

Tommy’s thumb moves over my clit.

I bite down hard on my lip.

“Oh fuck.”

“Quiet,” he murmurs against my ear.

“I’m trying.”

He does something with his fingers that makes my whole body jerk.

“That is not helping.”

“I thought that was the point,” he laughs.

I would answer if I could.

Instead, I grip the railing and push back against him.

Tommy groans quietly, and the sound sets off a thousand fires in my body.

His fingers move faster.

Pressure builds low in my stomach, sharp and overwhelming.

“Tommy,” I whisper.

His arm locks more firmly around me.

“I’ve got you.”

My head falls back against his shoulder.

The orgasm hits before I can stop it.

I cry out his name into the Manchester night.

Far too loudly.

My whole body tightens around his fingers and for several seconds I can do nothing except let him hold me through it.

Then reality returns.

“Oh shit.”

I slap a hand over my mouth.

Tommy starts laughing behind me.

“Half of Manchester just heard that,” I say horrified.

“I doubt it,” he chuckles.

“The people in Liverpool probably heard me,” I say.