Page 17 of Vying Girls (Girls of Hazelhurst #2)

‘Haz, this is a huge fucking deal to me.’ I sniff, quickly wiping my nose.

‘It’s messing me up inside. It’s like all these fucking triggers.

And no one ever believes me about anything.

And I don’t know why Nic hates me or won’t talk to me.

It’s like I have this girl in my head, who I loved so much, but now that girl’s Nic and she’s awful and it’s ruined my whole past. The only good thing. Like totally fucked it.’

I take in some sobbing breaths, trying to calm down. I didn’t mean to offload like that. I wanted to talk about her, not me. Guess it was all getting to me more than I thought.

‘Hey, I believe you, beautiful.’ Haz kisses my brow. ‘Okay?’

I nod, wiping my eyes. ‘Never chatting after midnight again.’

‘Nothing good ever happens after midnight,’ she agrees. She pauses a moment. ‘Scratch that. I can think of one good thing.’

Judging by her smirk, she’s thinking about sex.

‘But not in this bed, hey?’

‘Ouch.’ Dragging me onto my back, she settles herself on top of me, purposefully suffocating me with her weight. ‘That was bratty.’

‘We’ve confirmed I’m a brat, haven’t we?’

I start to smile when she takes my wrists and pins them above my head.

‘According to Elly, you might be a bit of a top too. Switches I can deal with, but I’m not a fucking bottom.’

‘No one in their right mind would think that, Haz.’

‘Then you must be in your wrong one.’ She nudges my legs with her knee. ‘Spread these for me, little brat.’

I let them part, welcoming her between them.

She doesn’t even need to kiss me for me to be warm all over, anticipating whatever she’s got planned.

Another deepthroating? She’s not wearing her strap, and my mouth’s got that middle-of-the-night dryness, so I kind of hope not.

But something else, anything else, I’m eager for.

‘For someone who thought she was straight until recently, you’re sure impatient to get me inside you.’

‘I just want you, Haz.’

‘Good.’ She bites my lower lip, holding her teeth there until it’s throbbing. A similar throb starts up between my legs. ‘I want you wanting me.’

She kisses me finally, her face angled to make it as deep and consuming as she can. It renders me utterly immobile. I couldn’t find the strength to flip us even if I tried. My heart might feel the same for Elly and Haz, but my body responds so differently.

I have no desire to top Haz, I just want her to take, take, take from me.

After a long moment of suffocating kisses, her thigh tensing against my pussy in a maddening way, and her fingers fanning so close to my nipples, she finally breaks off.

She looks as worked up as me, breathing harder, eyelids heavier than usual. If it wasn’t for the lamp’s cool light, I’d probably see a flush in her cheeks.

Haz turned on is just the hottest thing ever.

She flicks the waistband of my sleep shorts, commanding me with a stern, ‘Off.’

I hesitate, struggling to read the situation. Has she changed her mind? That quickly? Or is this something else? Can never tell what tricks she has up her sleeves.

Pressing my legs together, I shimmy them down. ‘Any safe word this time?’

‘No.’ She reaches out to turn up the lamp light. ‘I’m not touching you.’

I fling the shorts to the floor. ‘Just wanted a sneaky peek, eh?’

She shoots me a look, making me laugh. With how much I’m starting to enjoy tweaking her, this might not end well for me.

Taking what feels like a significant risk, I part my legs. With them bent at the knees, I fall completely open to her gaze.

Her eyes drift down and I see her swallow. There’s arousal there, that’s kind of hard to miss, but there’s something else too. Something more guarded.

‘Hey.’ I wait until her eyes meet mine. ‘Safe word is serpent, okay?’

‘Told you, you don’t need one.’

‘It’s not for me.’

I hold her eyes until she drops them. It’s not a weakness, needing to stop. I hope she knows that. I hope she feels safe with me.

Any time for conversation is over when she takes my hand, the one tied with the ribbon, and places it over my pussy.

‘Touch yourself.’

Oh.

I hold my breath as I locate my clit. I’m on fire with her watching me like this, more sensitive as a result. Gathering my wetness, I smear myself, sighing softly.

‘Pretty girl,’ Haz breathes.

She’s looking at my face, but I have no doubt she’s talking about my pussy, spread open and exposed to her.

I circle myself steadily, the speed guaranteed to bring me to a strong, leisurely orgasm.

I love doing this, touching myself for someone else’s pleasure.

Love it more when they’re doing the same but I’m not about to put that pressure on Haz.

This is hot enough. Like our dynamic’s less equal.

She’s so black and white about everything, makes sense she’d be the same in bed.

Top and bottom. Dominant and submissive. Thankfully, I love it just as much.

With my next gasp, she yanks the ribbon, wrenching my hand away.

At my dumbfounded expression, she smiles. ‘Thought I’d let you get off?’ She tsks. ‘Silly thing.’

I hold my tongue. I’m not begging her. Not this early. I know that’s exactly what she wants.

After a moment, she returns my hand. ‘Do not come.’

I don’t answer, filled with relief at being able to touch myself again. I slow it down this time, not wanting her to stop me too quickly.

‘How does that feel?’

‘Good.’

‘I want more than that. Tell me.’

I lick my lips, struggling to form any coherent thought. ‘I’m super wet. Feels so good.’

‘I can see just how wet you are, greedy girl. Can you feel your clit? Are you hard?’

‘Yeah,’ I breathe, rubbing my finger side to side and feeling exactly how hard I am.

‘I can almost taste you, Tilda.’

I suck in a breath, those words sending a bolt straight to my clit.

Haz jerks on the ribbon.

I close my eyes, trying to breathe through the frustration.

‘If you could see yourself now.’ Haz’s hand is hot on mine, her fingers feeling like a gift. ‘You’re a fucking vision.’

I’m less patient when she returns my hand this time. I stroke fast, too fast to know if I’m going in circles or up or down. My breathing’s laboured, a moan escaping every time my clit twitches. I’m almost at the edge but I can’t let her know that.

She seems to know anyway. Just as I reach the point of no return, she pulls me away.

‘Haz.’ I squeeze my legs together, lifting my hips, beyond desperate to come.

‘Gonna get my paddle if you carry on with that.’

I’m not as horrified by that thought as I should be. It’s an oddly hot visual, not helping at all with the pain I’m in.

‘Get it then. Hit me until I come.’

I’m too far gone to think about what I’m saying. Haz’s eyes turn feral, then she’s back between my legs, forcing her body between them. Taking my wet fingers, she shoves them into her mouth, licking them off before tonguing my palm and wrist.

I thrust my hips up, so close to tipping over that edge.

Haz is breathing almost as fast as I am as she returns my thrusts. She bites on my fingers, eyes boring into mine.

A similar kind of frustration comes over her features as she sits up, squeezing my hand almost painfully. It’s like she’s trying to stop herself from fucking me raw, her jaw ticking with how clamped it is.

‘Haz, it’s okay if you don’t—’

She slams a hand over my mouth, eyes flashing with warning.

She gets back between my legs, making sure to graze her clothed hips against my still-sensitive pussy. Taking the ribbon, she snares both my wrists before tying it shorter around the bedframe. Couldn’t touch myself now even if I wanted. No more waiting until she was asleep like I planned.

‘Don’t think I don’t want you, Tilda,’ she all but growls in my ear. She bites the lobe, her hot breath making me tingle. ‘It’s more that I want you too much.’

‘I understand,’ I say shakily.

She sits up, searching me with surprisingly vulnerable eyes. ‘We’ll see.’ She nods to the ribbon. ‘Don’t you wriggle out of that.’

Reaching out, she turns down the light. ‘Bedtime.’

‘Wait. Haz. I need to pee.’

She rolls her eyes. ‘You’re fucking joking?’

‘No. Not joking.’

‘You just want to finish yourself off,’ she accuses.

‘No. Well, yeah. But I really do need to pee too.’

‘Alright.’ She climbs off the bed with a sigh, tossing me my shorts. ‘But I’m coming with.’

‘Really no need for that.’ She leans over and unties the ribbon, freeing my wrists. ‘Can’t I just swear on the lives of my future kids again?’

‘Do you want to piss or not?’

At the door, she waits, arms folded.

‘Is this a kink?’

‘Literally couldn’t think of a bigger turn off.’

Trailing me, she closes the bathroom door and leans against it like an attentive bodyguard. Watching me wee might not be a turn on to her, but she’s sure not shy in doing it.

‘This is strangely intimate,’ I comment, sat there with my shorts around my ankles.

‘My heart’s bursting.’

I close my eyes with a chuckle. I need to concentrate. With her there, my bladder’s got shy.

‘You better not be doing Kegels.’

‘I’m doing the opposite! Shush. Trying to pee here.’

When it finally gets going, I hear her scoff. ‘Could you piss any louder?’

‘You followed me in here. Suck it up.’

Afterwards as I wash my hands, she moulds her body to mine. My pussy stirs, still unsatisfied. I smile at her in the mirror. She grins back then swings me up into her arms to carry me back to her room.

In the corridor, we whack right into Elly who’s swaying there in the dark, rubbing tired eyes.

Still attached to Haz, I reach over and kiss her cute sleepy face.

‘What are you doing up?’ Haz asks, a lot less cutely.

‘Sleepover?’ Elly says hopefully, looking between us.

Haz frowns, readjusting me in her arms. ‘But Tilda’s with me tonight.’

‘Oh, let her.’ I pinch Elly’s cheek. ‘Look how cute she is. How can you say no to that face?’

‘Because she fucking snores.’

‘Little snuffles.’

‘Fine,’ Haz tuts. ‘Let’s just go to sleep.’

Elly holds the door open as Haz walks through and deposits me on the bed. I fall right into the middle, so ready for a double spoon.

Elly snuggles in immediately from behind, burying her face into my hair with a sigh. She’ll stay that way until morning now.

Less hurriedly, Haz removes her necklace and lowers the light before settling on my other side. She faces me, our noses centimetres apart.

‘I am so turned on,’ I mouth, watching her smile in response. ‘Don’t you need to get off?’

‘Who said I didn’t?’

‘I didn’t even touch you.’

‘She can come without being touched, Tilda,’ Elly mumbles. ‘It’s annoying.’

‘ What? How? Oh—Kegels?’

‘It’s not just the muscles on the outside I work out.’

‘That’s…wow, I am so going to quiz you on that sometime.’

‘Happy to show you, beautiful. Teach you my ways.’

‘Gonna corrupt her,’ says Elly.

‘Girls like Tilda are made for corruption.’

‘No, girls like Tilda are made for sweetness and light and everything nice.’

I smile at their bickering, heart warming at the sound of it. ‘A girl can be both.’

‘Whatever. Let’s just sleep.’ Haz cups my cheek and presses our lips together. Her thumb strokes my jaw before she rolls onto her back and closes her eyes.

My jaw continues to tingle, feeling so much in that brief show of affection.

She might think she’s the one who’s going to corrupt me, but I think it might end up being the other way round, and in an entirely different way than she expects.