Ollie’s dark eyes slammed closed in surrender. Her hips lifted off the bed, and I had to undo the fastening on my jeans because it started to feel like my cock was being strangled.
We were both still mostly dressed, and the lights in my room were bright. Somehow both of those things just added to the atmosphere. It was like we were doing something we shouldn’t and didn’t care if we got caught.
I kissed her again, mouth moving hard on hers, and I let my fingers sink all the way into her heat. Her body shuddered, and I growled against her lips at the sensation. So soft. So warm. Every little flutter from inside had me chasing that response with my fingertips. I put my thumb back on her pebbled little clit and started to rub slow, erotic circles that had her entire body moving under mine.
“Huck.”
Lost in a haze of sensation and desire, I wondered why my name sounded so weird when she said it.
“Huck.” I paused abruptly when I realized it wasn’t Ollie crying my name out in pleasure, but rather Vernon saying it through the door in annoyance.
Ollie’s eyes popped open, and a look of sheer terror crossed her face. One of her hands locked around my wrist and tugged on it to remove my hand from her panties. I arched an eyebrow at her as I continued to move my fingers inside of her. She made a high-pitched sound and slammed both her hands over her mouth. She looked like she wanted to kill me, but not before I made her come.
Luckily Vernon was smarter than the average goofy teenager and didn’t burst into my room like usual because I definitely hadn’t locked the door.
“Did you guys find anything weird?” My voice was pretty steady, but I almost moaned out loud when Ollie once again locked her legs closed, only this time, my hand was trapped between them. There was no escape. I stroked her intimately, fingers moving and touching every single part of her I could reach. I never let up the pressure on her clit, watching as her eyes blazed with black fire, and her back arched while she tried to stay quiet. I smiled at her and tried to concentrate on what Vernon was yelling through the door.
“Doesn’t look like there was anyone upstairs, and no spy cameras that I can find. I know someone from one of my classes who can do a more thorough scan. He’s one of those weird conspiracy theory guys who thinks the deep state is watching everything we do through our webcams. I’m going to ask him to come over and check things out just to be sure.”
I grunted as one of Ollie’s legs lifted and her knee brushed against my dick. It wasn’t obvious if she did it on purpose or not, but either way, I increased the pressure on her clit and moved my fingers deliberately in and out of her drenched opening. If Vernon walked in the room, there would be no missing the slick, sexy sounds coming from the bed. I wanted to bury myself inside of her so badly, I could feel it through every pore on my body.
“But…” Vernon paused, and I heard a thump like he knocked his hand against the door. “Did you work on the stairs recently?”
I stilled, frowning, and dropping my forehead down to rest against Ollie’s as she suddenly started to quake from head to toe. A warm rush of wetness raced across my fingers, and a soft sigh slipped out from behind her clamped hands.
“No. I keep meaning to but haven’t had the time or a weekend free.” And I had more important things on my mind lately.
I looked down at the girl who was glaring up at me. The old man wouldn’t like this turn of events at all. It was supposed to be hands off. The thought made me grin down at Ollie. I wasn’t shocked when one of her fists knocked into my chest.
“Well, when Harlen and I went upstairs, there was no squeak. No creak. No noise at all. I even ran up and down the steps a couple of times. There was nothing.” I heard him sigh, and there was another thump on the door like he was pushing away from the wood. “Anyway, I’m going to crawl into Harlen’s bed. This was a weird night, and I have a bad feeling. Don’t send Ollie back upstairs.”