Page 171 of Vying Girls
She breaks the kiss, just enough to look into my eyes, and ask, ‘Can I…?’
‘If you’re quick. Pizzas won’t take long.’
Leaning up slightly, she slips a hand into my trousers, stroking me over my boxers a couple of times before dipping inside. The thunder doesn’t feel so distant now. There’s more of a sense of urgency. They might have been instructed not to come in here, but when does Taylor listen to shit?
I part my legs as much as I can in my jeans, my breaths heightening in the small space as she strokes my clit with two sure fingers.
‘Put your leg up here,’ she encourages, hooking it onto her hip.
To be honest, with how close we’re lying, no one’s going to see a thing apart from some heavy making out. I crush our lips together again, loving the sound of her laboured breathing as I’m about to come.
Forcing myself to forget about everything, I concentrate on the pleasure between my legs, and Tilda’s warm body pressed solidly against mine. The kiss turns disjointed, unable to focus on anything but what she’s doing. My hand slips onto her chest, fingertips skimming the thrum of the pulse in her neck. Her skin’s warm. The shed is like a greenhouse today, smelling of warm wood and soil from the couple of gardening bits in here.
‘Are you close?’ she whispers.
‘Super close.’ A gasp escapes when my pussy clenches. My hand moves up, circling her neck completely. I know it’s something she likes, and it turns me on too, to feel her so carefully held in my fingers.
Tilda gathers some more of my wetness before continuing with a speed that’ll easily get me over the edge, her own body beginning to move now.
It hits me all at once, making me gasp out louder than I meant to. Tilda shushes me but doesn’t slow her fingers as I come against them, the leg hooked around her hip pulling her in tighter.
‘Fuck,’ I breathe, rolling onto my back even as aftershocks still quake me. ‘I’m boiling up.’
Tilda smiles indulgently, wiping her fingers on the duvet. ‘You are so beautiful,’ she murmurs, kissing my probably sweaty forehead. ‘I want you to feel good always.’
‘You do that, babe.’ I close my eyes as my breathing chills out. ‘Even after today, I feel good right now.’
‘Good.’ She looks at the door at the sound of Nan shouting my name.
I lift my head, adrenaline flooding me in case it’s something to do with Grandad.‘Yeah?’
‘Someone at the door for ya!’
I groan as I roll to my feet, not ready to face the real world just yet. ‘Coming with?’
‘Always.’
I hold Tilda’s hand as we cross the tiny garden. The back door’s cracked open and I hope to god Nan left it that way and it wasn’t open before. I think I was quiet enough but facing my whole family barely a minute post-orgasm is not the one.
After a quick look down to make sure my jeans are done up, I enter the much cooler kitchen.
Where Nic sits at the table.
She stands up when she sees us, her expression as unreadable as mine is probably surprised. ‘Hey,’ she says quietly.
‘Hey,’ I echo back. ‘This is random.’
I see her gaze slide to my right, where Tilda stands like a startled bunny.
She looks at me, pressing my hips briefly as she passes. ‘Be right back,’ she murmurs.
Nic watches her go with pursed lips.
‘Thinks you’re mad at her,’ I say.
Nic nods but doesn’t say anything more. ‘How are you?’
‘Um.’ I look around, gesturing helplessly. ‘Well…’
