I jump when my phone dings, breaking me from my fantasy and scaring the crap out of me. I grab it to see that I have a text from Berkley.
Berkley: Let me in.
I jump from my bed, running toward the back door. I flip the lock and let him in, quickly shutting the door behind him and flipping the lock again.
I turn, resting against the door. “You’re back.” I smile up at him. He stares at me for a moment before taking a step into me.
“Why are your cheeks flushed, sweetness?” I’ll never get over him calling me that name. I bite my bottom lip, wondering if I’m busted. “What were you doing before I got here?” He reaches up, pulling my lip out from my teeth.
“Touching myself.” I don’t even hesitate to tell him. I want him to know what he does to me. How he causes this ache deep inside me. He sucks in a breath, and I can see the hunger in his eyes. His eyes drop down, taking in what I’m wearing. I’d never wear this out of the house. The shorts are extra short and my shirt clings right to me. I can feel my hard nipples against it.
“What were you thinking about?” His voice is rough.
“You touching me. What would have happened if no one caught us today.”
“What would have happened?” He pushes himself all the way against me. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me easily into his arms.
“You sucked on my breast before slipping your hand into my panties.” I’m sure my whole face is turning red at my confession, but I don’t care. I don’t want to keep anything from Berkley.
He turns, keeping me in his arms as he makes his way toward my bedroom, kicking my door shut behind him before dropping me onto my bed.
“Berkley?” Oh God, he better not stop this time.
“Is that what you want?” I shake my head adamantly. I’ve wanted this for so long. “Then take your shirt off.” Before I can chicken out, I grab the hem of it, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. The only light in the room is from the moon spilling in from my window. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He comes down on the bed, kissing me.
I wrap myself around him, kissing him back. He groans as he pulls his mouth from mine as he slips to the side of me, sucking my nipple into his mouth. A sensation that I’ve never felt before courses through my body.
My clit throbs, begging for the same treatment by him. As if hearing my plea, his hand slips into my shorts.
“You’re so wet.”
“You do that to me.” I wiggle on the bed, unable to keep still.
“Then I better take care of it for you.”
“Yes. Please take care of me,” I agree. I feel him smile against my breast before he flicks his tongue against my nipple. His fingers find my clit, and my legs fall apart more, inviting him to do whatever he wants.
I feel myself getting closer to coming. It’s so close. I cry out when his fingers leave my clit.
“Berkley!”
“I’ve got you,” he says, slipping his fingers more down my folds, into the sweetness that has pooled there until he reaches what he was looking for. He slowly pushes one finger inside of me.
“Oh, God.” I pant. I’ve never even done that to myself. He pumps in and out of me before adding another finger. My hips move in sync with his finger. My body wants more of the pleasure he’s giving it.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. I’m going to have to finger fuck you all the time so that when you’re ready I’ll be able to take you.” His dirty words only ramp up my desire.
“Yes, take me,” I agree. My mind is only ruled by lust in this moment. His thumb finds my clit again as he keeps pumping in and out of me.
“Berkley.” The only thing I can get past my lips is his name. How many times have I lain in this bed fantasizing about this very thing and now it’s really happening.
“You’re going to come for me.” He groans. Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine. He hooks his fingers inside of me, pushing on something that sends me falling into my orgasm.
My whole body tries to come off the bed as I moan into his mouth. He doesn’t stop kissing me as his fingers slow, and his thumb gives my clit a few more swipes, making my body jerk.
He milks out the rest of my orgasm until I’m boneless on the bed. Except for my legs that can’t stop shaking. He pulls his mouth from mine before jumping from the bed.
“Berkley,” I call after him, but he’s out of my room in a flash. I hear the bathroom door open and slam shut a second later.