Page 102 of When We Were Reckless
With a sly smile, she ignored my words and dragged her fingers through her folds, then circled her clit as she rocked on the bed, breathing hard. “You said you wanted to see what I do when I’m alone, right?”
“Right.”
I was a captive audience as I watched her hips roll and her heels dig into the mattress when she finally did as I’d asked and slid two fingers into her pussy.
I didn’t know if I wanted it to be my mouth or my cock fucking her right now.
My dick jerked. It was throbbing. “What do you think about when you touch yourself? Do you imagine it’s my cock sliding into your tight pussy?”
“Yes. I pretend it’s you,” she said, her chest heaving as she grinded against her fingers.
My grip on the phone tightened, and I was surprised it didn’t crack in my hand from the amount of pressure I was exerting.
“You have to come with me.”
I felt the blood rushing to my cock. I wasn’t even touching myself, but I was so close already that it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. I pushed down the waistband of my shorts and fisted my cock, squeezing it hard as she moaned and panted and writhed on the bed, her back arching off the mattress and her fingers where I wanted my cock to be buried right now.
“Oh God. Jesse… I’m going to…” I jerked myself harder. Heat flooded my body, fire spreading from my thighs to my groin, my balls throbbing as they tightened up. “I’m coming,” she yelled.
I squeezed, pumping it harder and harder, spurts of hot liquid spilling onto my abs and the muscles in my stomach contracting. I slowed my hand, pushing out the last drops of cum as my muscles went slack. Shit. Fuck. I didn’t want it to be over already. I wanted more.
I opened my eyes and met Quinn’s smile. “Hi,” she said, licking her lips.
I laughed under my breath and grabbed my T-shirt from the floor, wiping my abs before I tossed it aside. “Hi.”
“Back to my original question. Have you eaten lunch yet?”
“That was your question?”
She laughed. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving. I’ll pick you up in ten.”
Her smile grew wider. “Sounds good. I’ve built up an appetite.”
“And I’m looking forward to dessert.”
* * *
Quinn was barely eating. She’d only taken a few bites of her burger, and now I watched her drag a French fry through the ketchup and drop it back on her plate. I’d brought her to her favorite diner. She loved the burgers, fries, and shakes, but the restaurant didn’t exactly cater to vegetarians.
Their idea of a salad was a wedge of iceberg lettuce with a few anemic slices of tomato and shredded carrots, so I ordered an omelet that I’d finished five minutes ago.
“I thought you were hungry.”
“I was but…” Her shoulders sagged, and she leaned back against the red vinyl booth.
I studied her face. She looked pale. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I got an email.” She took out her phone and opened her emails, then held it out to me.
I took her phone, not sure what to expect. Results from a blood test or a note from her doctor. Whatever it was, if her face was anything to go by, she’d gotten bad news.
So I looked down at the screen and read the email, waiting for the bomb to drop. It was from UCLA, and it had all the information for her freshman year housing assignment. So I read through it, searching for the bad news. But nope. All good things.
“Is that a bad dorm?” I re-checked the name of the dorm as if that would give me a clue. Not that I knew the first thing about the dorms at UCLA or any other college.
“No. It was my second choice, but it didn’t really matter to me. I didn’t care which dorm I ended up in.”
