Page 98 of Vying Girls
Turns out she’s not so skilled at going slow, grunting more with frustration than pleasure, making me laugh as I soothed her impatience. But we got there, her pussy moving slowly over mine for what felt like hours, bringing her to a roaring orgasm that I think took even her by surprise.
I know she cheated, I know she used that neat little trick of hers, but I didn’t mind. The thought of her doing that was what sent me over the edge.
There were times I thought about what Skylar said, fingers twitching to touch her, but it wasn’t the night for it. Not for our first time, not when what we were doing was far more than sex. I can’t imagine her ever holding Skylar like that, leaving sloppy kisses on my cheek as she panted into my ear, her pussy dragging wetly, slowly, over my own.
Afterwards, we quickly made up the bed, pretending we hadn’t just defiled the naked sheets. Then Haz washed my tattoo, the awe in her face something I won’t be forgetting.
‘Can’t believe you did this.’ Her fingertips traced the coiling snake, the gothic lettering of her name. ‘Gonna get a matching one.’
‘You don’t do tattoos.’
She met my eyes. ‘Would for you, Tilda. Fucking would for you.’
I’m still basking in the afterglow as I wait for Haz to fill up the car with gas. Across the road is a retail park. I spot a coffee shop and make a mental note to have Haz drive us over there before returning to the house. It’s been fun exploring the area she grew up, but it’s almost time to head back to Hazelhurst.
Next to the coffee shop is a craft store. I eye the bright pink façade as a giddy idea strikes me, making me grin.
I turn to Haz as she gets back in the car. ‘Hey.’
‘Hey.’ She tips her head back and sniffs deeply. ‘Fuck, I love the smell of petrol.’
‘Weirdo.’ I put my hand on her thigh before saying in a wheedling voice, ‘Do something for me?’
Her eyes narrow as she regards me. ‘So this is how it’s gonna be, huh?’
I pout my lips.
She scoffs. ‘What the fuck do you want?’
‘Pitstop at that craft shop? Pretty please?’
She looks over, thumbs drumming on the steering wheel. Her hands looksogood when she drives, the veins popping out, fingers flexing around the leather. Fingers that brought me to multiple orgasms just hours before.
After a moment, she shrugs and turns the engine on. She pulls out the petrol station, runs a red light, and enters the car park opposite, all without asking me why.
I love that. That she’ll justdothat for me.
I jump out the car, taking her hand and swinging it as we enter the shop.
A couple of hours later, we’re on the train, hurtling back towards Hazelhurst. Haz bagged us a table seat, brown and green beads skittering across the smooth surface. She tuts as she bends to retrieve one for the thousandth time, slamming it back down on the table.
She doesn’t stop me though, watching with thinly veiled interest as I thread the beads onto stretchy string, green then brown then green.
She’d stared around the craft shop with a curled lip until I found the bead section and began holding different hues of brown to her eyes. She picked up the idea pretty quick, finding the perfect green for mine and presenting them with an indulgent smile.
I tie off the bracelets before sliding one across to her with a smile of my own.
She picks it up and holds it to the light. ‘Weird way to propose, but the answer is yes.’
I laugh before falling silent. ‘Wait…really?’
‘Tilda.’ She yanks my wrist towards her, looping the other bracelet over it. ‘You’re fucking insane if you think I’m letting you go now.’
I look at the bracelets on our wrists, the fitful sun making them sparkle. Her skin’s so much warmer, so much deeper, and perfectly unblemished next to mine. I’m pale and freckly—just like Nic.
I look up to Haz regarding me almost softly. I tangle our fingers, the cold beads clattering together. ‘Ditto.’
She grins, giving my hand a squeeze. ‘And this way, I don’t have to get a tattoo.’
