Page 8 of Nine Inch Nasty (Hemlock Academy #9)

From the angle I’m at, the view only gets better the higher I go. I flip up the skirt and can’t stop the moan that tumbles out when I see the nearly see-through white lace panties they’ve got on, cupping their balls so delicately with the tip of their hungry dick poking out the top.

“So fucking perfect for me, Cory. Look at you. You want to slide that cock against my skin, hmm? Want to ride these?” I ask as I grab myself with both hands, pressing my breasts together to give them a visual.

The tight space I create with that movement has their hips flexing involuntarily, chasing it.

“Take me out, Delaney. I need your hands on my cock.”

Their hands are digging through their hair, head thrown back as their narrow hips start to move, out of their mind on lust.

So I feed them a bit more; I want them so lost to me that they never forget this first time together.

Their hands reach around me to unclip my bra, only struggling for a moment to unhook it, freeing me, and tossing the bra off to the side.

“That thing is sexy but you’re so much better without it.

Wish I could just stare at these all day.

Such rosy perfect fucking nipples, Delaney.

So perfect for my fingers and my tongue… ”

They lean forward and lick one at a time, nibbling and pulling slightly until both of my nipples are hard and sensitive.

While they’re occupied, I reach between their legs and try to get the lace to slide past their hips, but I’m only successful when they move into a plank position and help me out.

I use my toes to remove the panties completely, reaching for them so I can stuff them in my pocket for later.

I want them. “Finders keepers,” I tell Cory when they look confused by my action.

Not sorry. “Mmm, love you bare under this sexy skirt. Get up here.”

I pop them into my mouth for a moment so there’s at least some sort of lubrication for them, then hold their hands against me while they use my breasts as a handhold to fuck into.

Of course I’m aching for them to touch me lower, but this is so godsdamned fun that I don’t care about the bruise it’s surely pushing onto my sternum. Worth it.

“Ngh, yep. I love these.”

I let them take control of their pleasure, riding me and fucking my breasts as much as they want, but eventually they stop short of orgasming, closing their eyes tight as if they’re in pain.

“Going to need you to flip around for me, beautiful. I want you on your hands and knees with your pants down so I can take you.”

Cory’s not overly long or thick, but that doesn’t matter. Bodysmiths are a one size fits all. As they kneel between my thighs and rub the crown of their dick against me, I know it’s going to be incredible.

“Do we need to have the safe sex talk? Because I’m clean. Adam and I are careful about staying clean and getting tested regularly.”

“I can’t catch anything or spread anything. Can’t get pregnant right now. You’re good with whatever you want to do to me, Cory.”

“You say the nicest things.”

With my ass up in the air and my face buried into the buttered popcorn scented cloud beneath me, I can’t help pushing back into Cory, silently begging for them to touch me.

“This is…you’re beautiful down here, Delaney. So pink and wet.” Their fingers spread me open so they can study me, but it’s not long before their needs outweigh their curiosity and they start slipping inside of me.

They take it slow, only giving me a bit of themself at a time, and I can feel myself internally molding to them to make it an unforgettable experience for them. My channel is tightening around them, pulling their perfectly shaped cock into my heat.

Cory is letting out garbled noises as they keep working me, enjoying it far too much to waste time on moving fast.

Plus, I can tell with all the foreplay they’re already close.

They scratch their fingers down my back, enough that I’m sure I’ll have pretty light pink lines there later, grabbing a hold of my wide hips to pull in the last little bit.

When their pelvis hits my ass, they moan at the same time I do, my internal muscles working them without me even meaning to.

I’m just so overwhelmed by how right it feels to be with Cory in this way, too turned on by how hot they look in their outfit, on how they only had eyes for me when they showed up at Saladriel’s door.

I know my answer in that moment; if I knew ahead of time everything it would take to keep all these mates my goddess gave me, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Being with them like this is more than just a physical need, growing more than just our physical intimacy. I can feel our bond strengthening, my lioness proud in my chest. She wants to maul the fuck out of Cory and destroy them, in a sexy way of course, spurring me on to force Cory into me harder.

They catch on quick.

The slapping of our skin is a beautiful sound, the slickness from my body coating my inner thighs as they try to work their hips in different angles, wanting to get me off.

Their hands can’t reach around my hips too well to reach my clit, but that’s okay because I can.

Cory seems to like me touching myself even more, their hips stuttering and slamming into me, air whooshing out of them with every slam.

I make the great decision to look over my shoulder at them, their sweaty forehead and flushed cheeks fucking breathtaking. I love that their skirt is almost covering up everything we’re doing, like it’s a secret, and I pull them into my body so tight they squeal and instantly let go.

I soak up their lust as the sensations flood both our bodies, crying out together as our bodies wring everything out of it that they can.

I don’t let Cory out yet, though. That ends up being a mistake.