I grip her neck. “I like playing with you.”
She kisses and nibbles my breast, tugging my nipple with her teeth. “I know you do.” She flicks me with her tongue. “Anytime you want.”
I want it all the time.
Pushing her back down, I hover over her mouth. “I want you inside me,” I whisper.
She whimpers, her mouth falling open, and I can tell she’s about to come.
“You still got your cherry?” she gasps.
I caress her hair, nodding.
Her eyes narrow, and she bares her teeth, trying to not come yet. “He’s never been…?”
“Between my legs?” I finish for her. “Just you.”
She holds my face, her nose an inch from mine as she stares into my eyes looking like she wants to eat me.
“I want you to lose it in my bed,” she whispers.
Her bed.
“Anytime I want,” I demand.
She nods. “In my bed.”
Okay, yes.
“I promise,” I tell her, kissing her deep.
My place is in her bed.
Heat swarms my belly, tingles spread between my thighs, and I lean to the left, chasing the angle to grind on her better. With my hand on her throat and her hand squeezing my breast, I cry out.
“That’s it, Collins,” she breathes out. “Fuck me.”
The shower shuts off, my heart stops, but I can’t. “I’m coming.”
She grips my hair, holding me to her. “Faster.”
I grind faster, loving the feel of being on top of her.
“Come on, come on, come on…” she pants, chasing it too. Her breath stalls, she gasps, and then she bites my lips, fucking me from the bottom as her orgasms explodes.
“Oh, Liv,” I cry. “Fuck!”
I pump, so wet and slick, going, going, going until…
I arch my back, throwing my head back, and I thrust into her one final, hard time—blood boiling, sweat cooling my pores, and my insides freefalling.
I collapse on top of her, looking up into her eyes as I try to catch my breath.
She kisses my forehead, breathing hard. “God, you have a beautiful body.”
All I can manage is a half-smile, too exhausted to tell her I love touching hers.
I love kissing it and smelling it and tasting it.
I want more of it.
But before I can cop another feel or two, we hear the bathroom door unlock.
Liv’s eyes flash to mine, and I hop off of her, pulling the covers up over us and looking for any clothes.
Shit.
I find my shorts and top under the covers and pull them on, the door opening just before I can button my shirt.
I hold it closed, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and pretending to be looking for something between the bed and the wall.
“You okay?” Amy asks, walking out of the bathroom.
I glance up, my heart still pounding. “Have…have you seen my yellow Chucks?” I ask, trying to hide my nerves and steel my voice.
I see Liv’s shorts on the floor and slide them under the bed with my foot.
A shoe lands on the bed. “There’s one,” Amy says.
“Thanks.”
I’m afraid to look at Liv. Knowing her, she’s probably smiling.
“Give me five minutes.” Amy holds the towel wrapped around her head, clasping her clothes to her towel-wrapped body. “I need to rinse out this hair mask, and then you can have the shower.”
“No rush,” I chirp.
Amy shuts herself in the bathroom again, and I swipe Liv’s shorts out from under the bed and walk around to the other side, tossing them to her and buttoning my shirt. I catch sight of myself in the mirror, locks of my hair in spirals like a bird’s nest that’s been through a tornado.
I pull the covers off her, avoiding looking at her body. “Get dressed.”
I’m not satisfied. Not nearly, and everything aches. I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want to leave her arms.
She sighs, rising from the bed, and I see her black panties on the sheets and pick them up.
I stare at them, thinking about her other pair that I have.
“I want more,” I whisper, sitting on the bed. “I want to make noise.”
She stands in front of me, and I raise my eyes, taking in her smooth stomach, and how I want my turn to taste her under the sheets.
I wince, something inside of me hurting, just looking at her.
Opening her underwear, I lean down, waiting as she steps into them.
“Sleep over at my house tonight,” she tells me.
I pull her panties up her legs as I hear the shower come on. Liv pulls on her tank top. “Your whole family will know,” I say.
She falls silent, and I know I’ve said something wrong.
I meet her eyes, seeing a question in hers. “Don’t look at me like that.” I pick up her shorts off the bed and help her into them, and I’m not sure why I’m dressing her. “I’m still trying to figure out what’s happening. Just let me enjoy this before the whole world has an opinion about it.”