Page 31 of Change My Mind
That was what Addie said as the crescendo of moans and whines broke and ended with just two words.
Fuck. Eli.
It’s not that I thought she was lying when she said she had heard what happened the night before. I just didn’t realise how crisp the sound would actually be. If she had been paying enough attention, she would have heard every word, groan, and moan that Jordan and I made last night.
After Addie had disappeared into her room following our living room encounter, I assumed she had fallen asleep. She wasn’t making any noise.
It felt weird to be in the living room right after I had caught her, so I had also gone to my room and managed to figure out the Vivi’s Christmas menu (beyond the turkey dinner).
Then I heard it.
A quiet whimper that could have just been a bed spring.Not something I had ever heard before, but still, it could have been a spring.
Then the whimper became a moan, which became a husky groan, which then became words that I couldn’t completely make out, but they sounded desperate.
I should have left. Gone to a room further away than the one I was in. But I knew all too well the disappointment of being taken out of a moment and losing the thread of an orgasm. If I made one wrong move, then it could be all over for her. Which would be the second time in a matter of hours that I ruined a chance for Addie to come.
So I lay there and tried not to listen.
My body didn’t get the memo.
My skin started to feel too hot and too tight. Even when I stripped down to my underwear, everything felt like it was too much.
My cock filled slowly until it was a heavy weight running along my hip, begging to be touched.
I didn’t.
And I wasn’t going to until Addie reached the peak and gasped out those two words.
‘Fuck, Eli.’
Once she called out my name, I waited to see if she would leave her room, but the whole flat was silent. Whatever she had been imagining seemed to be enough to send her to sleep, so I crept out of my room to go to the bathroom.
Addie wasn’t asleep and seemed to have the same idea. She jumped when she saw me in her peripheral vision, just behind her, and spun around. We were almost touching.
Her hair was just about tied up, slipping out of the confines of her scrunchie, with some braids falling down her back. Her eyes were still rimmed with black, mascara smudged, eyes hazy with residual pleasure. A bottle green. She was in her pyjamas, which consisted of an oversized top, this time with animage that, once upon a time, had made me realise that I was also attracted to men, and a pair of shorts that I could only just see the hem of under the T-shirt. I was used to this outfit. We spent most mornings eating breakfast while she was dressed like this.
But right now, I was seeing her in it, knowing that just minutes ago, she was moaningmy name. Underneath her shorts, her pussy was probably still wet. Maybe pulsing.
Her nipples were hardened peaks against her T-shirt. One perfect bud and the other…was visibly pierced.
“What the fuck is that?” Addie said, her voice rough and quiet.
I looked away from the ends of a barbell and up to her face. Her eyes were looking down, her hand hovering just above my underwear, where I was still hard and leaking. Thankfully, they were black, so the damp patch spreading over my head wasn’t obvious, but I had a feeling she wasn’t concerning herself with that. If I could see hers, pressing against the fabric, then she could definitely see mine against a much tighter material. Her fingers were waggling, like she was desperate to touch.
Her eyes flicked up to mine, and I nodded imperceptibly.
That was all it took for her fingers to make contact with the bump of my piercing. The touch was somehow both firm and gentle. The muscles of my lower stomach twitched as she ran her finger up and down.
“When did you get this?” she asked slowly.
“Twenty-one,” I stuttered. She dropped her hand. My hips canted towards the touch. “What about you?” I pointed to the still visible line of the barbell through her nipple.
“Nothing says happy birthday quite like your sister buying you a nipple piercing for your eighteenth,” she breathed, her chest subconsciously pressing outwards, making it more prominent. I reached out to touch it, and she took a small steptowards me. My fingers pinched the ends of the piercing, and I tugged.
Addie’s eyes fluttered shut, and her chest expanded on a slow inhale and an even slower exhale. I released her, and she swayed backwards, her eyes blinking open.
“I need to go take my make-up off,” she said, although it sounded like a distant thought.
