just snapping away with the burst option, but that’s fine. She’s focused on her reflection, eyes blazing with desire and pleasure, gasping as she soaks my hand.
With one more flick of my thumb on her swollen clit, she shrieks, falling back against me with a blissed out moan. I catch her with a grunt, falling back against the mattress as I gently stroke her pussy. She trembles and twitches in my arms, the phone slipping from her fingers and bouncing off the bed to the floor. The only sound in the room is our mingled breathing and her murmurs of oh fuck, fuck, shit as she rides the aftershocks of a damn good orgasm.
Once she seems coherent, angling her head to peek at me with pink cheeks and parted lips, I flip her over, grinding my cock against her. She cries out, too oversensitive for the rough material of my jeans, but I’m about to blow.
“Sit up,” Thea murmurs.
“Baby,” I plead, dropping my face into her neck. “Watching you lose it like that, I’m so close.”
“You got to pick something and now I want to try something else.” She kisses me. “You’ll like it.”
Grumbling, I roll us to our sides. She gets up, running her fingers through her thick auburn curls, looking sexy as hell. My own personal Aphrodite. I freeze when she kneels at the corner of the bed and motions me over, crooking her finger. As I sit up, I’m sidetracked by the sight of her back reflected in the mirror, her round ass stuck out.
Thea pats the bed. “Come sit here.” Her tongue peeks out, swiping her lower lip. “I’m going to suck you.”
“I—yes.” I scramble to get my jeans and underwear off, sliding to the edge of the bed. Thea looks up at me from between my thighs, holding my dick and hovering her mouth over the tip and, fuck, it’s my new favorite sight. “Are you sure you want to do it this way? I’ll gladly jerk off on your tits if you’re not ready for more.”
“I want it this way.”
Then she takes me in her mouth and I swear I ascend to a higher plane. Her perfect, pouty lips wrapped around my cock are a straight up electric stairway to heaven. She’s tentative at first, licking around the tip. I thread my fingers through her hair, groaning as she sucks, taking me deeper. I watch her and the mirror. It’s too much, I don’t last long. Within minutes she has me coming with her name on my lips.
“Thea,” I breathe.
She backs up with a yelp and I release a raspy chuckle, feeling too good to care if I get jizz on the floor. I grin at her, my golden sunshine. There’s come on her tits and leaking from the corner of her mouth, a startled but pleased look in her eye.
“You’re like a magic little sunbeam,” I whisper, brushing a thumb over her cheek.
The shy smile she gives me fills me with warmth.
After we clean up in the bathroom, which leads to another make-out session because I can’t resist her, we pull our clothes back on. It’s late, after midnight.
On her way out, I give her the key to the pool house and watch as she picks her way across my yard, through hers until she reaches her back door. She glances back at me before slipping inside her house.
A smug curve tilts my mouth as I amble inside, thinking about the cliche of deflowering the neighbor girl.
Fucking worth it.
Twenty-One
Thea
Connor saw exactly who I was in that mirror and made me face it so I knew, too.
He’s given me secretive smiles at school this week and sent me good morning and goodnight texts every day. Last night we talked on FaceTime until I fell asleep, and this morning I saw he kept the call connected for another hour.
But I’m still alone at home on a Saturday at the end of the week.
I can’t call Maisy to come over because she’s out of town. I’ve already baked my way through lunch. I was ready for more until Mom yelled at me to stop taking up all the Tupperware and storage space in the fridge.
After trudging up the steps, I wind up bored after only a half hour of watching baking videos on YouTube. I roll on my back in the middle of my bed and look at the colorful posters on my wall.
“Maybe Maise posted a story of her yoga intensive.” Flipping to my stomach,