Page 53 of Vying Girls

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 bodybetween 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,soclose 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.’

‘Reallyno 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.