Page 19 of Forced Perspective


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“Ky, your sister is gonna be back here in like two seconds!” I hissed, grabbing his wrist.

“She said she needed ten minutes.”

“Yeah, and it’s only been about half of that.”

I narrowed my eyes. “No it hasn’t.”

“Maybe, but ten minutes definitely means fifteen or twenty to her anyway. So we’ve got at least five.”

“And what the hell are you planning to do with five minutes?”

He smirked. “You think I need that long to make you cum?”

Despite my hold on his wrist, his hand moved, fingers pushing into the waistband of my biker shorts, under my panties.

Into my pussy.

Kyir swallowed my gasp with a kiss, lapping his tongue in my mouth as his thumb pressed to my clit, making circles. “You want me to stop?” he asked after a moment, muttering the words right against my lips as he pushed two fingers into me.

My eyes darted to the doorway, ears desperately listening for the sound of the door opening down the hall.

Or shit, what if Shawn walked in?

Or Jules came back?

“Ky, I—”

“Do you want me to stop?” he growled in my ear, not waiting for an answer before he dropped his mouth to my neck, sucking and biting in a trail down to my shoulder.

“No,” I breathed, because… shit, what other choice did I have?

“I love when you make this face,” his whispered to me, licking his way back up my neck. The pressure was already mounting, my thighs already shaking, that tingly feeling already starting in my toes. His mouth came to mine again, devouring my little whimpers and moans of pleasure, making me feel even lighter in the head, offering more room for the buzz of pleasure to take over.

“Go ahead and let go for me, Brookie.”

A moment later, I did.

Like it was at his fucking command.

Kyir hooked his free hand around my waist, keeping me upright, tight to his body as my legs gave out under me. His tongue was too far in my mouth for me to get loud, thank goodness, because otherwise…

Shit.

Once my legs were solid under me again, Kyir finally extracted his fingers, immediately putting them to his nose to breathe in, eyes closed like he was in his happy place.

“When are you pulling up later?” he asked, looking me right in the face.

I shrugged, trying, unsuccessfully, to shake off what had just happened. “For what?”

“For me to spread you open and fe—”

“Sorry about that y’all!”

I darted away from Kyir as Myanna’s voice carried down the hall, quickly straightening my dress as I made myself look busy across the room.

“I was getting indecisive so I decided to just keep it neutral on my glam,” she explained, already going to where her cap and gown were hung up to take out of the bag. “You think that’ll be okay?”

“I think it’ll be perfect,” I assured, easing toward the door. “I just need to hit the restroom real quick, then I’ll be ready to start!”

I had to wash up, had to get myself together… had to pretend I hadn’t just gotten finger popped at work, where anyone could’ve walked in.

I’d officially lost it.

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