All the Little Truths (English Prep 3)

“So, who's going to break first?” I asked when his eyes flew to mine. “Is this going to end with me begging for you or you begging for me?”

“Oh, I’ll absolutely be touching you, Madeline,” he said through his teeth as he lifted his lap up and shimmied his boxers down past his thighs. He threw his head back again when he gripped himself hard.

Oh.

“But I promise you I’m more stubborn than you are.” His white teeth gripped his bottom lip as he watched my hand disappear into my panties. “You’ll be the one begging.”

I didn’t recognize my voice when I said, “We’ll see, Eric.”

But I knew, deep down, I’d be the one to succumb. It seemed I had absolutely no self-control when it came to Eric.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Eric

Oh, fuck me. Madeline. Madeline. Madeline.

But for real. Fuck me.

I couldn’t stop staring or pumping myself. I wanted to go slow so I could outlast her, but Jesus fucking Christ. I dare you to touch yourself, too. I swore I would never let this girl have the upper hand when it came to us, even if she was invading my brain every second of every day, but I was ready to bow down at her feet and beg for her to let me worship every part of her body.

There was a tiny freckle on her toned stomach, just above her right hip bone. I kept trying to focus on it instead of her hungry moans and lithe hand inside her panties, but it was no use. I could have been a blind man, and I’d still fucking come all over the place at the sound of her, let alone the sight.

Madeline’s hips bucked upward as she pulled her jeans down to her ankles. I stopped beating myself off long enough to rip the denim the rest of the way before my hand was back on my dick.

I squeezed and pumped, watching her finger disappear inside her panties again, and I was flying with jealousy. I want to touch you.

Feeling myself tighten in all the right spots, I clenched my eyes. “Does it feel good, Maddie?” I asked, trying my hardest to get her to lose this stupid fucking game we had going.

“Mmhm,” she muttered, barely making the sounds audible.

“It’d be better if I were in you,” I whispered, forcing myself to slow my pumps. My hips wanted to inch forward. I wanted to fuck her so bad I couldn’t see straight.

“Does it feel good for you, too?” she asked as her hand stopped for a second.

“Too good,” I grumbled, pumping faster.

I glanced at her face, and she was watching me work myself with droopy eyes and wet, glistening lips that begged for me to fuck them. She was begging me to fuck them without saying a single word.

“Are you going to let me make you feel good, Maddie?” I asked, trying my hardest to tease her without actually touching her. “Don’t you want my hands on your body? Roaming. Touching. Caressing.”

My hand started to move faster as she continued to gulp up all my dirty words. She liked it. She liked it so much she couldn’t even focus on herself. “Why did you stop?” I asked, going slower now. Precum glistened on the tip of my dick, and when I looked back at her, she was licking her lips.

Her eyes flung to mine so quickly I froze. My hand froze too.

“Fuck me.”

Did she—?

“Fuck me right now, Eric, or I swear to God, I’ll get off on my own in three seconds.” Her hand dipped back down into her panties, but before she could get too far, I gripped her hips and crushed my mouth onto hers. She cried out, straddling my lap with her warm, wet panties. My throbbing dick pushed up onto her sex with a single thread of cotton separating us. Madeline threw her head back, thrusting her covered tits in my face.

I unclasped her bra and threw it behind me before burying my face in her chest, licking and sucking on the soft skin. She lifted her ass up, and I skimmed the pink panties down her thighs and past her ankles, dropping them to the floor. “Are you sure you want this, Maddie?” I asked, hoping she didn’t deny me.

My hands gripped her bare ass, and if my dick didn’t push into her warm folds soon, I’d fucking die. Madeline consumed every single part of me.

“I do,” she whispered, pulling back slightly to peer down at me.

Unspoken words passed between us, something that only she and I were a part of. Broken pieces from the past were mending; hushed truths were coming to light.