Page 11 of Vying Girls (Girls of Hazelhurst #2)

I feel it too, every hair standing on end, this spurring need to hurry up and take her. That she’s already undressed makes my life easier. Fuck. Dusty blue. Gonna have to bite my lip to keep from spilling those three little words.

‘Was wondering when the kinks were going to come out.’

‘What can I say? You bring them out in me.’

I capture her lips, tasting the balm she put on them earlier. It’s sweet, oily, gliding effortlessly over mine. Reminds me of her tongue, the warm drag of it over my bare skin, that yearning for it to move lower, where I really need it.

‘You don’t have to warm me up for long,’ she says, stroking up and down my back.

‘Thought you were cold.’

‘Not…down there.’

I grin, getting to my knees to kiss her lower stomach, the lace of the knickers grazing my chin. ‘Blue suits you.’

‘Yeah, kinda like it,’ she whispers.

I look up the length of her body. ‘Pull those straps down.’

She does, the vision so wanton I feel my eyelids flutter.

‘I want you to keep that bra on. Just like that.’

The corner of her mouth ticks up. She parts her legs even more, the invitation in the motion clear.

Standing back up, I grasp her around the waist and drag her against me, letting her feel what I’ve got on under my trousers.

‘Oh, hello.’ She glances down. ‘You don’t usually wear this thing out the house. Hoping to get lucky?’

I smile. ‘I was hoping you’d like to get lucky.’

‘Selfless,’ she murmurs, kissing me lightly and slowly.

I love them, these kisses. They’re warm and gentle and so full of meaning.

It’s hard not to try and divine it from them.

Getting harder, if I’m honest. I’d give Tilda everything, hang the moon for her, but there’re still times I’m cautious.

In bed, not wanting to push her into anything, and with these overwhelming feelings.

I know she likes me. Of course she likes me.

But what about love?

‘Think it’s time you were a bit more selfish, though.’

I smirk, liking the sound of that. ‘You do, do you?’

‘Mm-hm.’ She leans back on her elbows. ‘You can start with that thing between your legs.’

‘Here.’ Picking up my fleece, I hand it to her. ‘Lean on this. Don’t want you grazing your elbows.’

Tilda smiles, face all soft as she places it down.

‘Ready.’

Feels like a crime rolling those knickers down her thighs, but I get it done. It’s not completely dark out yet and she’s perfect in the dusky light, like a succubus at the top of the tower, the secret wife in the attic.

‘Can’t fucking breathe,’ I murmur.

Tilda chuckles. Lifting a foot, she nudges my groin. ‘Hard yet?’

‘Quit the straight girl talk.’

She laughs louder. ‘Give over. I know you love it really.’

‘Maybe. But call me Daddy and I’m out of here.’

‘Deal. I’ll reserve that for Haz.’

Don’t want to be thinking of Haz right now. When I’ve got Tilda all to myself, I make the most of it.

When I make to pull down my trousers, she stops me.

‘Wait. Just pull them under.’

Unsure what she means, I lower them slowly until she tells me to stop, the waistband bunched at the top of my thighs.

‘Now take it out.’

Stifling a smirk, I do as she says.

‘Perfect.’ She runs her eyes over the dildo, hanging over the tops of my boxers and trousers. ‘There’s something about having sex with clothes on that just gets me— ugh.’

I shake my head. ‘I am learning so much about you tonight.’

‘I’m learning that we talk too much. Should probably get on if we don’t want to be caught.’

I take her lips with mine, my heart doing a little flip. I love it when she wants me. Love it when she lets me know.

I trail my fingers down to her clit, finding her wet and almost ready. Almost—because I’m not slacking on foreplay, no matter how rushed the circumstances.

She moans into my mouth, fingers tugging my hair. If she carries on like that, there’ll be no mistaking what we’ve been up to up here.

I enter her with two fingers, readying her for my strap. It’s the wide one she likes, the one I worried would be too big for her at first. Should have known not to underestimate her.

‘You are ready, aren’t you?’

‘Told you. Put it in, please.’

I remove my fingers with a smirk. Positioning the dildo, I enter her without further teasing.

She hums, tipping her head back, all that inky hair falling over her shoulders. ‘So good.’

Ready as she is, it still takes a few pumps to release the friction. I steady myself on her waist, enjoying the way her hips lift on every entry.

‘Look at those abs.’

She smiles. ‘Been working out for Varsity, haven’t I?’

‘Paying off.’

I sigh each time the dildo presses back into me, those little frissons of pleasure shooting out. My heart’s going like crazy.

‘You are so fucking beautiful.’

Tilda doesn’t reply. She’s lost to it now, her eyes glazed, gently moaning with every thrust. I love watching her get close, and this angle is perfect for it.

She lets out a breathy cry, lifting her hips faster against mine.

‘Elly,’ she breathes, pushing at my chest for me to stop.

‘You okay?’

She nods glassily. ‘You know ages ago, when you said you could probably get off on me alone, did you mean it?’

I digest her words, looking at the strap buried in her. ‘With this thing, yeah. Probably. It’s a good position for my clit.’

‘Do it. I want you to get off.’

Despite my pounding heart, I hesitate. ‘I’ll have to go fast. Don’t want to hurt you.’

‘I want you fast. And hard. Until you come.’

Fuck. Hearing those words in that mouth. I lick my lips. ‘Can you turn around? That angle would be better.’

Tilda obliges, legs a little unsteady as she rests her arms back on my fleece.

‘How have we never done doggy style before?’

‘Because I prefer looking at your pretty face.’ I regard her bent over the window ledge. ‘Although, this view’s not bad either.’

‘Don’t make me self-conscious,’ she mumbles, covering her face with her hands.

I stroke her back with open palms, skimming them over her hips. ‘Are you ready?’

‘Are you?’

Yeah. Only so fucking ready I can hardly breathe.

I enter her slowly, always finding this angle trickier. The fading light doesn’t help.

I have to squeeze my eyes shut once I’ve filled her, fighting the urge to start rutting. She’s given me permission. She wants me to get off. I don’t have to hold back anymore.

‘Elly.’

I pump my hips gently, letting her get used to the deeper angle. Her ass is smooth and cold as hell. I pause each time I fill her, wanting to feel that soft flesh against me.

It’s so hot, watching the dildo disappear inside her, the shaft slick with her. She always gets so wet, it’s my favourite thing.

Mindful of our public setting, I speed up a bit. It feels so good, each press of the base on my clit. I bite off a moan, spreading my fingers over her ribs, trying to feel as much of her as possible.

‘That’s so good, Elly,’ she breathes. She’s practically bent in half now, only the ledge and strap holding her up.

It’s not long until I’m as out of breath as I was coming up those stairs. I have to remind myself that I don’t have to hide my pleasure. Don’t have to restrain myself. What a fucking gift she’s given me.

‘Are you getting closer?’ she asks.

‘Yeah, babe.’ My thrusts are shallow now, tighter. It’s been a while since I’ve considered my own pleasure, taking for myself instead of just Tilda. God, it’s sweet like this.

‘Oh, fuck,’ she moans, burying her face in her arms.

I slam my hips hard, barely able to think with the pleasure of it. I don’t want her coming before I do. At least not too far before. With how rough I feel like I’m being, I want this to be as good for her as possible.

It’s hard to remain so considerate the closer I get. The need to get off is overpowering. All those months of denying myself. How did I do it?

Pleasure ricochets down my clit. I lean over her, one hand grasping her shoulder, the other leaving handprints on her hip.

‘Gonna come,’ I bite out, ‘gonna come.’

She replies with a loud cry, quickly smothering it in her arms. The sound sends me over a second later and, fuck, it’s blinding.

Like every orgasm I’ve ever had rolled into one.

I know I’m making noises, moaning like I’ve never before, but I don’t care.

It doesn’t seem to stop, pleasure crashing over me in unceasing waves.

‘Fuck,’ I finally gasp, coming to rest on top of her.

I take a moment to catch my breath, riding the aftershocks, before easing up and kissing her shoulder. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Oh my god,’ she breathes. ‘I am so okay.’

It’s my legs that are unsteady now. I pull out of her, tucking the dildo back in before helping her turn over.

She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses me, moaning when the strap presses against her pussy.

‘You are insatiable.’

‘Can you blame me? That was the hottest fucking thing. And I am so sorry for making you wait. Like, literally, what the fuck?’

I smile. ‘Worth it. Think orgasm denial might be my thing.’

‘Another kink for the tally.’

She starts shivering before long. I gather her clothes and help her dress.

‘How the hell am I going to manage the stairs?’ she says when she’s done. ‘Feel like my legs are gonna collapse.’

‘You and me both.’ I take her hand and squeeze it. ‘Let me go first.’

We’re quiet on the way back, a wave of sleepy lassitude enfolding us. The forest lamps come on as we walk the piney path, the sound of cooing wood pigeons soft in the trees.

‘Elly?’

‘Mm?’

She tugs my hand, pulling me to a stop. ‘I want to touch you properly.’

I nod, pulling her against me. ‘I’d love that.’

‘Like, now. When we get back.’

I nod again, more vigorously this time. ‘I’d love that even more.’