Page 82 of Ghost of a Chance
Each breath was all Kirsty, the scent of cinnamon and fall, then the slight musk of arousal as he turned her on.Slowly he moved down the outside of her thigh to her knee.
“Stop dicking around.”
“I’m teasing you,” he responded.He continued grazing her inner thigh, brushing his fingers against her pussy as he slid his hand higher until he found the top of her tights and slipped his hand inside them.
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Teasing her.He sure was.They were in public at a frat house.The words filtered into her head.But at this moment she didn’t care.His idea had seemed silly to her and if there was one thing she wasn’t it was silly.But sitting in the dark, the sounds of the party muted through the walls and the full moon overhead.There was something freeing in pretending they were just two lovers.
His kisses were addicting and he was driving her to the edge of some kind of sexual need that she’d never experienced before.
She tried to squirm around to reach his dick, figuring if he was in her hand, he might speed things up.But he kept her locked to him, his palm possessive on her stomach.
He rubbed his finger lightly on the top of her sex which was sending shivers down to her clit.She was wet, swollen.As much as she enjoyed his teasing she craved more.
Trying to move her hips was also a losing proposition, so she arched her back and turned her head until she could continue kissing the side of his neck.He groaned, bucking against her.His fingers dug into her skin as she drew his head down toward hers.
His tongue drove into her mouth with the same rhythm she wanted on her center.So she reached between her own legs, putting her hand over his and guiding his finger to her clit.
He smiled against her mouth, his finger found her and he tapped lightly against her.She arched against him and moaned into his mouth.He kept touching her until she knew she was going to come.Arching against him with more urgency, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth, her orgasm rolled through her.
She turned her face into his neck as she rode it out.Then turned on his lap straddling him and reaching for the zipper of his jeans.
He brushed her hands aside and freed himself.She shifted to go down on him and he leaned back, his hands in her hair as she circled her tongue around the tip of his erection.He moaned as she took him deeper into her mouth.Holding the back of her head as he thrust up into her mouth.
She sucked him deeper into her mouth, moving on his cock until he pulled her off of him.“I want to be inside of you when I come.”
She kept stroking his dick.She had a condom somewhere.Thankfully he pulled one from his back pocket.He slipped it on and she perched top of him.
“Brace yourself on the bench,” he said.
She did, spreading her legs so he could enter.She felt the tip of him at the entrance to her pussy, and then he pushed into her.Fuck.She moaned at how good he felt inside of her.Didn’t even care if someone could hear.He leaned over her, his voice guttural in her ear.
“God, I love fucking you.”
She shivered as he guided her into each of his thrusts.
This was addicting.She wasn’t sure what she’d do when they left Burlington.
Blocking that, she focused on savoring the feel of him driving into her, praising how she made him feel, whispering into her ear that he wanted to keep doing this all night.
Then she felt the tension in her getting tighter.She was on the edge of another orgasm.She turned her head and he leaned over to nip at her lips as he drove even harder than before.
She started to shiver and then her orgasm washed over her.Calling out his name, she felt her pussy tightening on his cock as he held himself still for a moment before thrusting until he groaned her name against her shoulder.She felt his cock throb inside of her as he emptied himself.
She couldn’t catch her breath.It was an awkward position to be in, riding cowgirl on a cold wooden bench, but she would stay this way for as long as he held her.
Nineteen
Kirsty finally had an idea for her story all thanks to Jasper.He was unlocking parts that she’d never focused on before.Waking in the middle of the night, she grabbed her laptop and started writing.Jasper was sleeping on his side next to her in the attic room again.
He looked so calm and sweet in sleep.Curled on his side, his hand extended to where she’d been.
Now she was distracted from writing.She was meant to talk to Aza later today and frankly she was hoping to get some clarity on who the hell was trapped in the book.It felt like cheating to go to another medium when she was supposed to be one.But her abilities were sketchy at best.If they even existed.
After their bench rendezvous, Jasper wanted to leave the textbook at the frat house, but Kirsty insisted they take it back with them.She wanted to look through it in more detail.It was large and weighty, filled with concepts that still eluded her.
Though that didn’t matter.Whoever was trapped in the book wasn’t trying to teach them physics.
