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“What are you doing?” I glance back at him, taking in his hooded eyes that are zeroed in on my mouth. He looks like he wants to devour me and despite where we are, I think I’ll probably let him.
He leans down and his mouth brushes across my ear, his teeth finding my lobe and gently biting down.
“I just wanted to reassure you that you succeeded in making it hard for me.” His hips press forward until I feel the lewd sensation of his cock, hard and demanding, against my back. “So damn hard, squeak.”
Trying to ignore the heat pulsing between my legs, I roll my eyes. “Do better, Ben.”
“Better, huh?” He turns his body so he’s at my side, facing me and shielding me.
“Yep.” I try to sound unaffected, but the word slips out breathlessly, as his hand slides down my back, over my ass and begins bunching my dress up.
“Would finger fucking you be better, Skye?” He presses his mouth against the sensitive skin below my ear. “Hmmm?”
The sensation of his lips on my skin combined with his fingers smoothing across my butt cheek, heading south, has my head dropping forward. The hard planes of the books are uncomfortable against my forehead, but I am too far gone to care.
“You want me to make you come right here, baby? Make you all dirty where anyone could see us?”
My eyes fly up in panic, but he shifts slightly, ensuring that I would be completely concealed from anyone who happened to pass by. Always protecting me.
“I know how much you like it when I dirty you up.”
I do, I really do.
Making a decision, I push back against his invading fingers. “You’ve got five minutes, baby cakes, think you can get me off?” I challenge.
His answering chuckle is full of filthy promise and butterflies take flight low in my belly as his touch slides to where I need it most.
5
Ben
The curve of her ass feels unbelievable and when I move her panties aside to glide my fingers along her slit, I’m met with a dripping pussy that has my cock hardening painfully.
Her mouth opens with a silent moan that causes me to glance to the front of the shop where the grumpy bastard I passed on my way in is still fixated on his newspaper.
Good, because my girl has trouble keeping quiet when my hands are on her. Or in her, as the case may be.
I push my body into her farther until I am pressed tight against her side, and I move my left hand until it’s splayed over her stomach. Her hands immediately move to it, taking hold of my wrist and forearm. She bites down on her bottom lip and begins to push down, directing me to her pussy.
I’m happy to comply and I drag the front of her dress up so I can have both hands on her, teasing her from the front and behind. When my finger finds her clit and starts circling, a quiet groan escapes her, and she looks up at me with wide eyes. The expression on her face, as though she is already about to shatter under my touch, has my mouth seeking hers and I take her lips in a brutal kiss just as I thrust two fingers into the heat of her pussy.
She moans into my mouth, a desperate cry for more. I’m overwhelming her, my body surrounding her, my tongue tormenting her while one hand teases her clit and my other hand fingers her ruthlessly. And yet, that moan tells me she wants more.
Her hips begin to move in earnest, and I pull back, breaking the kiss, but quickly lean down until my mouth finds her ear.
“Look at you, riding my fingers,” I whisper harshly, knowing how much she likes this. “Letting me finger fuck you in public like the filthy girl you are. You like that, squeak?” I pinch her clit between two fingers, and she abandons her fierce grip on my arm, grasping the shelf in front of her and dropping her head to my shoulder, stifling a groan against my shirt.
She moves her hips, almost violently, rocking back and forth, seeking the friction I’m only too happy to give her. When I feel her muscles begin to clench around my fingers, I decide to end this and give her what she wants.
I curl my fingers inside her and press my thumb down on her clit, taking a savage delight in the way her body jerks against me. Once her body has calmed, and her breathing is back to normal, she curls into me, hands gripping my t-shirt and a gentle laugh warming my neck.
I slide my hands out of her panties, giving them a quick wipe on my jeans before wrapping her up in a hug.
“You’re getting too quiet when you come, I don’t think I like it,” I murmur against her hair.
She pulls back and quirks an eyebrow at me. “I’ve had to learn to be quiet, I didn’t have much choice.”
Right. Goddamn roommates.
