Punk 57(66)

It all just got so out of hand.

I close the door, gently releasing the knob to keep from alerting anyone who might be awake that someone’s breaking into their house.

Looking around the downstairs, I don’t see or hear anyone, so I jog upstairs, careful to keep my steps light and quick. Veering to the right, I twist the knob to Ryen’s bedroom and open the door.

But I hear a gasp and look up to see her scrambling on the bed, pulling the sheet over her chest as she sits up.

I narrow my eyes, shocked she’s awake already as I close and lock the door. I was just planning on lying down next to her, savoring the feel of her for a little while.

Our days might be numbered.

“What are you doing?” she whisper-yells. “How’d you get in here?”

“Same way I got in last time,” I reply, walking toward the bed. “There’s a spare key under the flower pot outside.”

She rolls her eyes, probably at her moms’ stupidity.

I let my eyes fall down her body, noticing her bare leg arched up, but as I drift my gaze back up again, I see the curve of her hip, completely bare, and the side of her torso, visible in her half-shirt.

What the hell?

Reaching down, I left the sheet up, seeing that she’s completely bottomless. No sleep shorts, no underwear…

She snatches the sheet back, covering herself, a rosy blush crossing her cheeks.

“Why are you naked?” I straighten, suspicion crawling my skin.

I don’t wait for an answer. I walk to the closet and throw open the doors, wondering who the f*ck she has in here. She was obviously awake and scared when I opened the door.

“There’s no one here,” she says. “I’m alone.”

I look around the room, noticing there aren’t any other hiding places. Except…

I kneel down and throw up her bed skirt, peering underneath the bed.

Nothing.

Why the f*ck is she naked then?

I stand up, cocking an eyebrow at her as she shifts nervously.

And then it occurs to me.

Taking the sheet in my hand, I yank it off her, her little whimper falling on my deaf ears as I lock eyes on a small black bullet vibrator.

My pulse speeds up, and I feel my cock instantly swell.

She places her hands behind her, holding herself up with her knees arched up, and chews on her lip, turning her embarrassed eyes away.

I can’t resist an amused smile. I lean down and hook the cord with a finger, picking it up, the black egg dangling in the air. “Thinking about me, were you?”

A little snarl mars her fresh, morning face. “You wish, loser.”

My chest rumbles with a laugh. Dropping the sex toy, I slide my hand between her legs, all the doubt and fear of a minute ago falling away as I slip the tip of my finger into her wet heat.

“Did you come yet?”

She tosses me another scowl, still looking away.

Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”

Her breathing hitches, and she finally turns her face to me. I run my hand up her *, over her smooth, toned stomach, and just under her half-shirt, grazing the underside of her breast.

“Show me what you do with it,” I beg.

Her eyes flash up to me, worry and nervousness written all over her face.

I glide my fingers over her hard nipples. “I’ll love everything you do. I promise.”

She shakes her head.

I grip her breast harder, a little whimper catching in her throat.

“Do it now,” I growl, demanding.

Her head falls back, and she squirms a little, clearly turned on, and I moan in her ear, my dick f*cking solid.

I hear the clank of the vibrator and remote, and stand up, backing away, so I can watch her. I expect her to lie back, stick the ball between her thighs, and start rubbing it on herself, but she doesn’t do that.

Instead, she slowly turns over onto her stomach and slides the egg between her and the sheet, all the way down to her *.

I sit down in the chair next to her bedside table, not blinking even once. I don’t want to miss a second.

Bending a knee to spread herself open, she positions the ball right where she needs it, and I let my eyes fall down her body. The sexy little white T-shirt that ends halfway down her back, her perfect ass, her sexy, tanned legs, and when the buzzing begins…

I groan, my cock straining against my jeans.

She turns her head to me, her body supported up on her elbows, and I see her hips start grinding into the bed, her * rubbing against the hard little vibrating ball underneath her. I can barely breathe, I’m so f*cking mesmerized.

Her ass moves, rolling in little circles as she pleasures herself, and I hear her breathing get heavier. Looking up, I meet her eyes, one nearly hidden behind her hair.

Her stare is hard as if her imagination has taken hold and it’s me she’s f*cking instead of the toy.

“You f*ck that little ball a lot?” I ask, my voice husky.

She nods slowly.

“I like watching that ass move, babe.”

“I can tell.” Her amused eyes fall to my groin, probably noticing how hard I am.

She arches her neck back, running a hand up her thigh and over her ass, moaning and grunting faster as she starts to hump harder. Oh, f*ck. The sexy movement of her hips, the way her ass thrusts in and out is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.