Page 50 of Unsupervised
“It’s great. You’re given a subject and you have to say what you hate about it. You get twenty seconds to rant about it. I’ll go first.”
Zara leans back on the arm of the couch. “Okay, the subject is babies.”
Owen grins and rubs his hands together. Zara glances at the clock and says, “Go.”
And Owen is off. “Babies, don’t get me started. Why do people love them? Stupid little haircuts or bald heads. Don’t contribute to anything. No hustle at all. They’re so entitled. They just expect everyone to do everything for them. Then they stare at you, like, what? You want to fight? But, no, if I hit them, I’m the monster. And they’re so inconsiderate. Just because you have a diaper full of shit doesn’t mean you have to scream down the restaurant where I’m trying to eat. Plus, they’re just boring. Fuck babies.”
He gets the last word out just as Zara says his time is up. Owen grins in my direction. “Your turn.”
Of course, he chose me. “Okay, what subject?”
Owen glances around the room and spots a Shrek DVD. “Shrek.”
Kelly glances up at me from where she sits on the floor between my knees, and I rub her shoulders while I think for just a moment. There’s plenty of things to pick on from that movie. “Okay, ready.”
“Go,” Zara says.
“Don’t get me started on Shrek. The point of the movie is about not judging people for how they look, but they spend the whole film talking shit about Lord Farquad for being short, something you have no control over, whatsoever. Also, how did a donkey fuck a dragon? Wouldn’t there be scales down there? It’d feel like it does when you stick your finger in the straw hole of a fast food cup. Ouch. And the ending! How is being an ugly ogre forever a happy ending? It’s bullshit. Fuck Shrek.”
Laughter echoes through the room, and Kelly smiles up at me. Maybe she’s relieved that I can fit in with her friends, since I know she’s nervous whether she’ll be accepted by mine. There’s not a doubt in my mind that my friends will love her.
It’s late and the others are still hanging out in the living room when we head to her bedroom. She’s still on her period so I know I’m not fucking her tonight, but I’m a glutton for punishment, kissing and touching her the second we get into bed. We can’t seem to keep our hands off one another.
My cock is so hard it’s painful when she runs her hand over it, squeezing gently through my underwear. My sudden intake of breath makes her lips tilt up. Her soft hand slides under the material and I swear I almost go off like a teenager. I’ve never wanted someone so badly. She pulls my cock out and wraps her hand around it.
“Kelly…”
Innocent eyes look up at me. “Can I make you come this way?”
Fuck, I almost come at the damn words, not to mention her slow strokes. Her lips part and she licks them when I nod. I don’t think I’ve had a hand job since college. I sit with my back to the wall, and Kelly straddles my lap. It kills me that I can’t get my fingers into her, but she’s not comfortable with it while she’s bleeding, and I don’t want to push her.
Instead, I pull her shirt off and let my tongue run over every part of her I can reach while she brings me closer and closer. If I’m being honest, I have to fight it for a few minutes because I don’t want to come so fast that I embarrass myself.
She moans into my mouth when I press the bottom of my palm between her legs, outside of her thin leggings. “Is this okay?” I murmur, rubbing a firm circle over her clit.
Her hips jump. “God, yes.”
That little gasp does it. When I warn her, she keeps going, and I shoot onto her stomach, my groan filling the room. When I open my eyes, her heated gaze is locked on my face. Her head falls back when I resume rubbing her through her shorts. Her hips start to gyrate in time, and she presses herself harder against my hand, getting the pressure she needs.
“Layton,” she breathes, desperation lacing her tone.
“I’ve got you.” I move her off of my lap and onto her back. Her muscles tense up and she lets out a whimper when I suck her nipple between my lips, my hand still working between her legs. Her head whips from one side to the other. It only takes a few seconds before she cries out, trying to muffle the sound in my shoulder.
Christ, this is the hottest fucking thing I’ve experienced, and I haven’t even touched her bare yet.
A few minutes later, we’ve cleaned up and she’s in my arms, her breathing slow and even. There are still moments when I doubt myself, where I wonder if what I’m doing with her is wrong.
This isn’t one of them.
* * *
Kelly’s phone buzzes just as we’re waking up the next morning and she asks me to hand it to her. The name Stanley is clear as I pass it over. She frowns and tosses it aside.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s my ex. I thought he finally gave up, but I guess I’ll have to block him.”
I slide my hand under her jaw and turn her face toward mine. “Do you want me to handle him?”