Page 29 of His Stubborn Girl

I wish I knew what he was thinking. My stomach is stirring anxiously. I can’t even focus on the movie. I’m not sure how long I stare blankly at the screen, but when I feel his hand on my thigh, it snaps me out of my nervous haze. His fingers start stroking lightly over my skin, inching higher as they go. I look over, but his eyes are still attuned to the screen. “Better be a good girl and keep quiet.”

The whisper has my stomach clenching, knowing what’s about to come. I swallow hard on a nod. I won’t make a peep.

His fingers run higher, inching closer and closer. And then he’s there, slipping his hand down the front of my shorts, sliding right to my clit. I bite down on my lip, fighting to hold in my gasp as he makes contact. His fingers know exactly what they’re doing. They torture me sweetly, rubbing me into a puddle of need.

“Spread your legs, Torre.”

I’m eager to please. Eager to get more. As soon as I split my thighs, he slides his fingers down through my folds. Rubbing against my entrance until it opens for him. His two fingers tease their way inside, pushing in slowly. I shut my eyes. Clenching my jaw so the moan doesn’t slip out. It feels so good. The pressure is building as he pumps. A gush of my need floods his fingers, and he groans.

I open my eyes, turning my head. He’s the one who needs to be quiet.

“God, you’re so wet, babe. And so damn tight.” He shifts in closer. “Pull the blanket down and show it to me.”

“We can’t, Luke. What if they come out? Let’s go to your room.”

“Shh.” He shakes his head. “Just let me see you real quick.”

I arch back as his fingers pump in deeper. Curling up and hitting a spot that has me writhing.

“Show her to me, babe.”

I slowly pull the blanket back and then tug down my shorts, showing him my wet lips. My plump clit that’s already quivering.

“God, you’re so swollen.”

His teeth sink down into his lip, breathing out heavily. His finger slides up, slowly flicking across my clit. Rubbing it back and forth. “This sexy little thing is poking right out.” I’m about to come. Every flick is building me up. “That’s it, baby. Make a mess of that little pussy, so I can clean it up with my tongue while I jerk off.”

I give him what he wants, soaking myself to the point there might be a wet spot on his leather couch. The pull twists up tighter, he flicks faster, and that’s it. I’m tipping over, gripping onto his shirt as the shocks plunder through. He leans in, crashing to my mouth, sucking down my whimpers as he rubs me through every trembling shock. I shift back, needing to catch my breath. It’s just so intense with him. None of the guys I dated could ever get me off. He plays with me for a few minutes, and I’m consumed with pleasure.

“Time for bed.”

His tense words have me opening my eyes, and every feature of his handsome face is rigid. He rises from the couch, and then I’m scooped up into his arms and carried to his room. Where the sweet torture begins all over again, only this time, it’s with his tongue.

21

Lukas

The brightness stirs me from my sleep, like a blaring alarm clock forcing me to rise. I pry my eyes open, shocked to see how late it is. The last time I slept this late was when I was back in high school. I feel rested—and sore. I smile when I remember exactly what caused the soreness in my muscles. Lifting Torre up around my shoulders and feasting on her pretty pussy. It was the hottest night of my life.

God, she’s a dream. Taking her orgasms like such a good girl. One after the other. And then she took her feeding, blowing me to pieces before I tucked her into bed and fell straight into the most peaceful sleep. But she’s not here now.

I hear a door slam in the other room and quickly climb out of bed, slipping on some jogging pants. My dick tightens the moment I step into the kitchen at the tail end of their conversation and see Torrin dressed in nothing but my jersey. Thank fuck it comes down to her knees or we’d have a problem. But I still don’t like her strutting around looking sexy as fuck in front of my roommate— who looks upset. There’s concern in his eyes and his shoulders are stiff, causing my hackles to rise.

“Hey, Torre, I have a favor to ask.”

“Okay.” She nods, sounding reluctant.

I don’t understand what the hell is going on. What kind of favor does he need from my sister?

“Can I borrow the key to your dorm room? I want to plan a romantic dinner for Sophie tonight. And would you mind hanging out here for another night so she and I can have some privacy?”

“Yeah, I can do that.” Torre nods. “But just remember to be patient with her, Travis. I know she’ll tell you everything. It just has to be on her own terms. Let me go get my key for you.”

“I can just give him mine,” I say, walking fully into the room and straight over to the hook, pulling her spare key off my keyring for him. “Why don’t you go get dressed, sis?” I give her a look. She needs to put some damn clothes on because my dick is trying to make a scene. And I hate the thought of Travis getting to see her sexy legs. Though, he’s definitely not looking. He’s distracted by whatever’s going on.

“Can I use your shower?” she asks.

“Sure.” And now the problem between my legs is even bigger, wishing I could come join her and lather up that sexy body. Go another round or two with my tongue before she taps out.

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