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Authors: Celia Aaron, Sloane Howell
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out my window at the clear patch of blue sky. The blue reminded me of Easton’s eyes, though they were much darker and had a mischievous sparkle to them. I batted the thought away and tried to force my thoughts into Teen Sparkle territory. Maybe if I concentrated on the drivel article I was writing about the latest teeny bopper sensation, I could forget Easton.
Easton. His hands on me. I rolled to my stomach and groaned into my pillow. He felt so good. His fingers sinking inside me as his lips plundered my mouth. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to quell the need that swirled inside me.
I flipped to my back and stretched my hands out beside me, laying them on top of the blanket and keeping them there. Nikki’s snoring continued. I slowed my breathing, trying to calm down and fall back to sleep. But Easton was there again, running his teeth along my nipple.
I balled my hands into fists. I wasn’t about to finger bang myself with Nikki sleeping beside me. But—I glanced to my bathroom—I could take a quick shower. I slid out of the sheets and crept to the en suite door. Nikki rolled to her stomach and sprawled across my bed.
Easing the door closed behind me, I stripped off my t-shirt and panties and flipped on the hot water. The room steamed up as the water rushed by, but all I could feel was the buzz in my clit and the tension low in my stomach.
I stepped in, the water so hot it almost burned, but it was nothing in comparison to the heat between my thighs. Reaching down, I flicked my hard nub and moaned into my arm. I closed my eyes and imagined Easton’s mouth on me, his tongue swirling around my pussy. It was his fingers plunging inside me.
Sliding my fingers out, I rubbed my swollen clit. Easton looked up at me, his eyes glinting as his tongue drove me wild. I tensed, my hips grinding against my fingers. Easton’s tongue was all I felt, his lips fastening around me. Working his fingers in and out, getting me ready for his cock.
I wanted it, every inch. I closed my eyes and he was inside me, shoving me against the wall and taking everything I had. My orgasm rushed over me in a wave, fast and strong. I bit my arm as I came on a cry, his name on my lips. I leaned on the tile, letting the water pour as I tried to slow my breathing. Once my body finally relaxed, I glanced to the door. No sign of Nikki. I’d gotten away with it.
I grabbed my loofah and body wash, hoping that this little solo tryst would solve the problem and quench my need for Easton. Soaping up, my mind wandered back to his hands on me, how they’d slid against the curves of my body. How large and hard he’d been in his pants. Fuck. Even though I’d just gotten off to him, the need was back, not sated even the slightest bit.
The bathroom door swung open, and I dropped my loofah with a squeak.
“Hey. It’s only me. Calm your tits.” Nikki rubbed her eyes and plopped down on the toilet.
Snagging the loofah, I stood up and played it cool. “So, why didn’t you go back to Braden’s last night?”
“Oh, he and Easton had a ridiculously early practice. I didn’t want to hang around at his place after he’d left.”
“Okay, so why did you come to my place instead of going back home?” I hung the loofah and shampooed my hair.
She finished and flushed.
“Ow!” I hopped away from the stinging hot water. “You, bitch!” I dodged the spray and turned the faucet to counteract the lava pouring from the shower head.
She laughed far too hard and leaned against the vanity. “I came here because we need to talk about Easton.”
I swatted at the water, throwing some of it over the shower door and getting her wet.
“Keep doing that and I’m coming in there with you.” She yawned and stretched as I stared at her, aghast.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I? I’d film it, too. We’d make kajillions.” She grinned and I barely restrained myself from tossing more water. But I didn’t do it, mainly because I knew she
Easton. His hands on me. I rolled to my stomach and groaned into my pillow. He felt so good. His fingers sinking inside me as his lips plundered my mouth. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to quell the need that swirled inside me.
I flipped to my back and stretched my hands out beside me, laying them on top of the blanket and keeping them there. Nikki’s snoring continued. I slowed my breathing, trying to calm down and fall back to sleep. But Easton was there again, running his teeth along my nipple.
I balled my hands into fists. I wasn’t about to finger bang myself with Nikki sleeping beside me. But—I glanced to my bathroom—I could take a quick shower. I slid out of the sheets and crept to the en suite door. Nikki rolled to her stomach and sprawled across my bed.
Easing the door closed behind me, I stripped off my t-shirt and panties and flipped on the hot water. The room steamed up as the water rushed by, but all I could feel was the buzz in my clit and the tension low in my stomach.
I stepped in, the water so hot it almost burned, but it was nothing in comparison to the heat between my thighs. Reaching down, I flicked my hard nub and moaned into my arm. I closed my eyes and imagined Easton’s mouth on me, his tongue swirling around my pussy. It was his fingers plunging inside me.
Sliding my fingers out, I rubbed my swollen clit. Easton looked up at me, his eyes glinting as his tongue drove me wild. I tensed, my hips grinding against my fingers. Easton’s tongue was all I felt, his lips fastening around me. Working his fingers in and out, getting me ready for his cock.
I wanted it, every inch. I closed my eyes and he was inside me, shoving me against the wall and taking everything I had. My orgasm rushed over me in a wave, fast and strong. I bit my arm as I came on a cry, his name on my lips. I leaned on the tile, letting the water pour as I tried to slow my breathing. Once my body finally relaxed, I glanced to the door. No sign of Nikki. I’d gotten away with it.
I grabbed my loofah and body wash, hoping that this little solo tryst would solve the problem and quench my need for Easton. Soaping up, my mind wandered back to his hands on me, how they’d slid against the curves of my body. How large and hard he’d been in his pants. Fuck. Even though I’d just gotten off to him, the need was back, not sated even the slightest bit.
The bathroom door swung open, and I dropped my loofah with a squeak.
“Hey. It’s only me. Calm your tits.” Nikki rubbed her eyes and plopped down on the toilet.
Snagging the loofah, I stood up and played it cool. “So, why didn’t you go back to Braden’s last night?”
“Oh, he and Easton had a ridiculously early practice. I didn’t want to hang around at his place after he’d left.”
“Okay, so why did you come to my place instead of going back home?” I hung the loofah and shampooed my hair.
She finished and flushed.
“Ow!” I hopped away from the stinging hot water. “You, bitch!” I dodged the spray and turned the faucet to counteract the lava pouring from the shower head.
She laughed far too hard and leaned against the vanity. “I came here because we need to talk about Easton.”
I swatted at the water, throwing some of it over the shower door and getting her wet.
“Keep doing that and I’m coming in there with you.” She yawned and stretched as I stared at her, aghast.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I? I’d film it, too. We’d make kajillions.” She grinned and I barely restrained myself from tossing more water. But I didn’t do it, mainly because I knew she
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