Slipping inside her pants, my fingers graze the top of her cotton panties. So fucking innocent and pure. It’s a shame that I’ve dirtied her up. I move beneath them and nearly groan when my fingers contact the top of her mound.
She’s always well-manicured, leaving a little strip of hair down the middle. My mouth waters, and I’m truly tempted to fuck her rather than finger her. I want to be inside her so badly. Pre-cum beads at the tip of my cock, and I can feel myself growing thicker with every second.
We both let out a sigh when my fingers slide between her folds. I’m not surprised to find her wet. The idea of being watched, of someone seeing us, turns her on.
Leaning forward, she buries her face in my chest. I force myself to move slowly, drawing circles over her clit. It doesn’t take long for her to arch into me, her body knowing what she needs from me.
She’s slippery wet, and I move from her clit to her entrance, sinking two fingers inside her.
“Fuck, Aspen. You’re so tight and perfect.” I move faster, fucking her with my fingers while wishing it were my cock. “All mine. You’re all mine. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me who you belong to, who this pussy belongs to.”
She lets out a low groan. “Don’t… don’t do this in front of him.”
I press against her harder. The friction of our bodies is exactly what she needs. “Shhh, I already am. Now, tell me who you belong to, or I won’t let you come.”
“Quinton…” she whimpers, pulling back.
Her hazel eyes are darker and brimmed with arousal. I can tell she wants to come, but she doesn’t want to admit the truth.
I slow my strokes, and she claws at my shirt, her nails sinking into my skin through the fabric of my cotton tee. Fuck, I love her claws.
“Say it,” I growl, the words coming from deep within my chest. I can only imagine what Vito is thinking. If he’s smart and values his life, I’m sure he’s left by now.
“You. It belongs to you.”
“What does?” I up my pace once more and fuck her hard with my fingers.
Her lip trembles, and her eyes become hazy. Fuck, she’s close to coming. I know that look. I’ve seen her wear it.
“Me. My pussy. You own me.”
“Even if it’s the only thing we ever agree on, I’m glad you know it’s me who owns your body.”
Satisfied with her confession, I choose to take mercy on her. Using my thumb, I apply the perfect amount of pressure to her clit. It doesn’t take but a few strokes for her to ignite, bursting into flames. We might be like fire and ice, but we detonate when we come together. Her channel squeezes me tight, her walls fluttering as an orgasm rips its way through her. I hold on to her, keeping her upright as I watch her float back down to reality.
After a few moments, I gently ease out of her, sliding my fingers through her sensitive folds, eliciting a wince from her lips.
As soon as my hand is free, I bring those same fingers that were just inside her to my lips and suck the sweet nectar off them. My eyelids flutter closed, and this fucked up euphoria surrounds me.
Her taste explodes against my tongue, and I need more, want more. I’m starving, and there is nothing that can curb my hunger.
I pull my fingers free of my mouth and open my eyes to find her heart-shaped face peering up at me. Her cheeks are flush, and she still has that dazed, post-orgasmic look lingering in her hazel eyes.
Suddenly, she snaps out of it, and I peer over my shoulder to see if Vito is still standing there. I’m left with a grin on my face when I find the space he was in empty.
I turn back around to find Aspen has slipped past me and is reaching down to grab her backpack.
I place a hand on her shoulder to stop her, and she gives me a strange look, shrugging off my hand like I didn’t just use it to get her off.
“I’d love to stay and chat, but I really need to go to my next class.”
Her behavior is almost laughable. She wasn’t thinking about that a few minutes ago. I check the time on my phone.
“Your class doesn’t start for another forty minutes.”
“I need to get there early so I can get a seat in the back. If I sit anywhere else… never mind.” She shakes her head, her words cutting off.
I’m not ready to be done with her yet, so I ask, “How about I walk you to your class, and we’ll grab some lunch from the cafeteria on the way? I’ll make sure you get the seat you want in your class.”