Page 31 of Grease Monkey
She makes this noise between a moan and a whimper as I shift her panties to the side and run my finger along her slit. She’s soaked, absolutely fucking soaked, and I love it. Never has a girl beenthisaroused for me, and if I do say so myself, I’m so fucking proud right now. She shudders, fingers digging into my forearm as I do it again, lingering for a beat on her clit, and applying a little pressure.
“Teddy,” she pants, her hips bucking in search of more. I shift against the leg flung over my hip, my dick pressing into it, relieving the ache. She’s not moved to touch me since asking, and I won’t push it, as much as I’d love to direct her hand to my cock. She will get to it when she’s ready. But it doesn’t take her long, especially when I circle her clit again more firmly. Her delicate fingers dip into my boxer shorts, gazing my treasure trail, and my cock twitches in anticipation.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispers, reaching farther in.
I tug my boxers down with my free hand to sit under my ass and turn her hand face up. With my fingers slicked in her arousal, I brush them over my shaft before running them along her palm, then guide her to circle my cock. I groan as her warm fingers envelop me, and I thrust upward, loving the feeling of it being her hand touching me rather than my own.
“Just pump your hand,” I breathe, and she drags it tentatively up and down my cock, making my eyes roll back. “Yeeess.Like that. A little harder. That’s it.”
She’s a quick study, giving me what she might think is a shit first handjob, but for me, it’s maybe the best one I’ve had in a while. I want to savor it. Lie back and enjoy the feel of her hand around my dick that’s coated in her. I move my hand back to her, rubbing around her swollen clit and down before pressing one finger inside her. She’s so fucking tight. I cannot wait to fuck her. Because I will fuck her. I will take all of her firsts because, this very moment I touched her, they became mine.
Her hand speeds up, and her thigh over my leg begins to shake.
“Oh God,” she breathes.
“That’s it, baby.”
Now, let’s see if I can get her to gasp.I curl my finger deep inside her, and I’m rewarded with the most beautiful sound. I want more, Ineedmore. Her breathy little moans are fucking addictive.
“Oh no,” she pants, and I dig my face into her shoulder, smiling as I pump a finger fast in and out of her. “Teddy, fuck.”
Her walls contract tightly around me as she says my name over and over, burying her head in my shoulder as she shudders, muffling her cries. Her hand moves faster and hurls me past the finish line, my cock shooting over her fist and making her gasp. I want to roar through my release, the feeling of my orgasm making my whole body shudder with ecstasy, but with my mom in the house, I groan into her skin, and pant through my orgasm instead. Ana’s fingernails dig crescents into my arm, but I don’t care. She could make me bleed, and I still wouldn’t care.
Because Morgana Adler already has her claws so deep inside me, there is nothing I can do about it.
Chapter Twelve
Morgana
April
Shay’s acting weird. I swear she’s giving me the silent treatment—even though she says she’s fine and we’re good—but considering shelovesto talk, she’s lying through her teeth. It’s unnerving, walking to school, arm in arm with someone who feels stiffer than a body with rigor mortis. The little huffs she releases when she thinks I’m not paying attention are a dead giveaway too.
“Teddy couldn’t take us today?” she asks, and I don’t miss the slight hiss in her words.
“No, he had a customer dropping their car off early, so he needed to be in before seven.”
Sheharrumphs. “I’m surprised he can get through the day without his morning dose of his girlfriend.”
“Hey, it’s thanks to you that we even decided to label us,” I say, lightly nudging her in the ribs playfully.
“Shoulda kept my big mouth shut.”
I halt, yanking my arm from hers. “Okay, what is wrong with you? You’re acting like a bitch. Do you not like Teddy or something?”
“It’s not that,” she replies.
“Then what?” Her jaw hardens as she stares at the ground. Snapping, I say, “Shay?”
She groans, tilting her head back to look at the sky. “I feel like I’m losing my best friend, okay.”
That wasn’t what I expected.
I recoil, my eyebrows disappearing into my curls. “What?”
She sighs, sounding exasperated, and throws her hands up. “You know what? Forget it.”
Turning her back, she storms down the sidewalk toward school. I jog to catch up with her, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her to a stop.
