I'm sitting on the couch with Hayden on one end, and Laine sprawled on the floor between two of her friends. She's still been cold towards me these last few days, so Hayden and I have tried to stay on the down-low; that doesn't stop lingering looks, accidental grazes when we walk past each other, and the flirty comments Hayden murmurs when Laine leaves the room. She did invite both of us to her movie night, though, so I feel like it's a step in the right direction. She even made sure to pick up my favorite peach rings and accepted the coke I offered in return.
I can feel Hayden's eyes on me as we watch the movie, some stupid comedy one of the girls on the floor suggested and no one is paying attention to. I squirm in my seat, trying to ignore his gaze and all the dirty thoughts that fill my mind, but I know he's having similar thoughts without even looking at him. I feel his hand on my ankle as he pulls me toward him. I give him a pointed look and jerk my chin to his sister on the floor. He smirks at me, throws a blanket over my legs, and then throws the other couch blankets on the floor for the rest of the party. He readjusts on the couch like he's trying to get comfortable as he leans closer to me so we are almost cuddling. I attempt to pull my leg back, but his grip tightens as he adjusts my leg over his lap. He holds his phone up, indicating he wants me to look at mine. I peek at the girls first. I'm sure Laine has complained about Hayden and me to them, but we've also not done anything more than make flirty comments in front of them, either. Is Laine going to get mad at us for cuddling?
Your next lesson is how to be quiet.
I glare at him after reading his text and roll my eyes when I catch him smirking. He readjusts again, flopping his arms down so his hand lands on my thigh. This touch alone, over a blanket and my shorts, turns my cheeks pink. I feel like I swallowed butterflies as I pretend to scroll my phone, holding my breath as his hand disappears under the blanket. He squeezes my thigh, and I squirm again. His grin grows, but he keeps his eyes on the screen.
He strokes his thumb over my skin with lazy back-and-forth motions, pretending he's unaware of what he's doing. If it weren't for his hyperfocus on the TV, I would believe him to be unaffected. His hand glides upward, almost touching my center, before trailing back down and starting over, squeezing my thigh with lazy strokes and then slowly inching back up, never touching me where he knows I want him. I scrunch down on the couch, trying to give him better access, that he declines with a devious smile. His knowing eyes linger on my own, making me flush more. "Naughty," He mouths to me. I try to kick him, but he catches my foot with a chuckle.
"This movie isn't even that funny." Amanda shoots us an annoyed look. I freeze, terrified she will notice Hayden's hand teasing me under the blanket, but she turns back to the TV and shoves popcorn in her mouth. "The trailer spoiled all the funny parts so far." The other girls murmur in agreement.
I try again to pull my leg back, but Hayden stops me, placing my foot over his crotch, and I can feel him growing hard. His hand slides higher to the edge of my shorts, playing with the hem before diving under the fabric. I hold my breath, watching his face as he traces the seam of my panties. His face looks impassive until I meet his eyes so focused on me. I bite my lip and shake my head at him but we both know I don't want him to stop, not really.
His nostrils flair and I can practically hear his thoughts and all he wants to do to me in them. I gasp, then immediately go back to scrolling my phone, afraid I'd given up our game. He doesn't stop, though, as he pushes my panties to the side and slides a finger between my labia. I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling my wetness seep into my cloth panties. I clear my throat my mouth feeling too dry. He nudges me with a chuckle, a warning to be quieter.
I can feel his dick throb through the sole of my foot while he lets out a slow breath and presses my foot to him more firmly. I peek at him over my phone, and he winks at me as he pushes a finger into me, slowly gathering my wetness and coating my clit with it. I gulp as he presses his thumb to me and bite my lip to stop from moaning. He mouths ``shh" at me and continues drawing lazy circles over my clit. I drop my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. My breathing shallows out as he spears two fingers into me and curls them forward, keeping his thumb pressed to my clit and wiggling it back and forth with the perfect amount of force. I shake my head at him, unsure how I'm going to stay quiet with him torturing me so sweetly. He keeps his movements slow, methodical, and quiet.
"This movie sucks." Jackie stands up, causing me to jump. "And I'm hungry."
"Yeah, me too." Amanda sighs. "Let's go get fries and shakes."
"I'm game." Laine stands up and turns to me. "Coming?" She growls at me. I shake my head, my eyes wide, while Hayden keeps his fingers exactly where they are, so fucking deep. "You?" She asks Hayden. He shakes his head, not taking his eyes off me. "I'm good." The girls get up and start putting on their shoes; Hayden uses their distraction to pump his fingers into me. "Let me know if you want us to bring anything back," Laine calls as they shuffle out of the apartment.
As soon as the latch clicks into place, he's between my legs, pulling my shorts and panties to the side and driving his tongue into me. I moan, watching as he kisses his way up my body and positioning himself over me. "Lucky girl, class got out early." He chuckles as he kisses me. "Let's take this to a different room, just in case." He stands up, pulling me with him.
"Mines closer." I lead the way. He closes the door behind us and follows me to my bed. Hayden pushes me, so I topple backward, and he climbs up after me. He pulls my panties and shorts off and gets back to work, tonguing my clit and pumping his fingers into me. I reach for him eagerly, wanting to taste him again.
"Here." He stands back up and positions me on the bed so my head hangs over the edge. I stare up at him, confused. "I forget how innocent you are with how eager you are." He runs his thumb over my lips. "Open your mouth, baby." He presses his thumb past my lips, watching as I welcome him with my tongue. "Just like that." His eyes darken as he watches me tease him. He pushes his sweats down so his erection springs free.
I do as I'm told, watching as he guides himself into my mouth. I lap at his head before sucking him in deep. "Fuck." He grunts as he involuntarily thrusts forward. It feels different to suck him from this angle; he has all the control. I focus on my breathing, inhaling as he pulls out and exhaling as he thrusts in. He keeps his movements shallow and slow, letting me get used to him using me. "If you need or want to stop, tap my thighs." He demonstrates three quick taps. I hum my acknowledgment, cupping his balls so they stop slapping me on the nose. He slowly deepens his thrusts testing how far I can take him before he leans forward and sucks my clit.
I huff at his weight over me; it's both stifling and comforting. I couldn't escape if I wanted to, and I definitely don't want to. I groan and can feel his dick pulse in approval. I run my other hand over him, feeling the hair on his thighs tickle my palm and his muscles clench with each thrust. I reach around and cup his ass loving how firm he feels. I take the opportunity to guide him deeper until his dick is in my throat. "Fucking making me weak in the knees." He admits with a groan, and I can feel the vibrations in my clit, and it throws off my breathing. I let out a panicked moan, and he slows his thrusts until I'm back on track.
"Such a good girl." He pinches my nipple through my clothes. "Do you have toys?" He withdraws so I can answer. I flush and point to the top drawer of my nightstand. "Can I use them on you?" I nod once and watch as he digs through the drawer. "Dottie," He chuckles. "That's quite the collection. Do you have a favorite?"
My flush deepens. "I've only used the clit sucker."
"Is there a reason?"
I bite my lip before answering him. "The first time I used it, I came so hard I pulled a muscle," I admit. He tries to cover his laugh. "I didn't use it after that." I'm too afraid to.
