Page 114 of Distortion
‘I don’t think you’re doing it right,’ she whispers through the pillow and I can’t help my laugh.
‘Don’t worry, gorgeous, he won’t do any more than that tonight.’
‘You just worry about feeling good,’ I tell her, moving back to her clit and drawing circles around it before flicking it. She struggles under me.
‘Are you okay?’ Blake asks, sounding concerned.
‘Yes!’ she practically shrieks. ‘Don’t stop. Please, Mav!’
I keep up my pace exactly, enjoying the way her body moves and shudders, and then I probe her channel with two fingers, stretching just the entrance. Her hands grip the covers and then her fingers stretch out and widen and she screams, her legs shaking and her hips undulating. I draw it out for as long as I can until she’s still and there’s just the sound of her panting behind the pillow.
The silence stretches on and I pull back just in time to see Blake spurting all over her chest as he leans over her with his dick in his hand.
Her gasp is audible as she feels it and moves the pillow away from her face, careful, I notice, not to let it get in the mess.
She peers down at her breasts, painted with Blake’s release with wide eyes and, I forget to breathe as she puts a finger in it, whirling it around. She feels it between her fingers. With a frown, she brings it to her lips and tentatively licks her finger.
By the sound that Blake makes, if he could come again right then, he definitely would.
And then I hear a throat clear across the room.
All three pairs of eyes snap to the sound, and we findShade leaning against the inside of the door. His face is blank, his eyes moving over each of us and coming to rest on Daisy. His eyes rove over her body and he frowns a little at the come, giving Blake a reproachful look that he doesn’t seem to care about.
But Blake does grab a tissue and begins to clean her up.
‘I didn’t mean to do that,’ he says to her, and I roll my eyes.
Blake doesn’t do anything unless he’s thought it through first.
She sits up, looking a little dazed.
‘I’m going to start the shower,’ Shade mutters. ‘Bring her to the bathroom in a minute.’
I give him a nod and turn my eyes back to Daisy.
‘Was that okay? Worth it this time?’
She nods. ‘I ... it was wonderful. You’re very good with your hands and your tongue,’ she says honestly.
And I smile. ‘Thanks.’
‘Do you do that for your girlfriend?’ she asks, tilting her head to the side in curiosity.
I raise my eyebrows. She doesn’t sound jealous, just interested.
‘I wouldn’t have done that with you if I had a girlfriend, Daisy,’ I murmur. ‘That’s not really how I like to do things.’
I resist the urge to look at Blake. We’ve had more than one argument when it comes to how he treats his little fan club of sorority girls, regardless of the fact that they practically throw themselves at him, and I hope he doesn’t start playing with Daisy’s feelings like he has with theirs in the past.
‘Good.’ She nods and glances at Blake.
He puts up his hands. ‘You know I don’t have one. I already told you that.’
‘Come on,’ I say, changing the subject. ‘Let’s get you to the shower.’
I cover her with the blanket once more and take her to the bathroom intending on leaving her in there by herself, but Shade’s lurking. He takes her from my arms and sets her down, closing the door in my face.
I laugh out loud.
