Tell Me Pretty Lies(65)
“You’re beautiful.”
“Then fuck me already.” She smiles.
“As you wish.”
I drop my pants, kicking off my shoes in the process, then I’m sliding her sweats down her legs. I toss them to join the pile of clothes on the floor before I attempt to bury my face between her soft thighs, but my tongue barely flicks against her clit before she’s pulling me up her body.
“I just want to feel you.”
Without another word, I hitch her leg up by my hip and push inside. She wasn’t joking. She’s already wet and ready, but tighter than ever. Her lips graze mine with each shift of my hips, our harsh breaths mingling between us. Her full eyebrows tug together as if she’s in pain, but when I slow down, she frantically shakes her head, digging her heels into my ass.
Taking her subtle cue, I sit back on my heels and grip her waist, yanking her closer. I start to fuck into her, not holding back. Shayne braces her hands flat on the headboard behind her, taking it. My eyes are glued to where we’re connected, watching my cock disappear into her tight heat. I can tell Shayne’s getting close because those sexy little sounds coming from her mouth are getting louder. I lean forward, covering her mouth with my palm, and then I snake two fingers between us to play with her clit.
“I’m coming,” Shayne moans into my palm as her nails rake down my back. That combined with the way she contracts around me has me close to the edge.
“Do it again,” I encourage her, bringing my hand to lightly grip the front of her throat. She’s still spasming around me, but she does it again, applying a little more pressure this time.
I pull out quickly, barely making it before I’m spilling onto the inside of her thigh.
Shayne
“The jacket you took from me,” Thayer says out of nowhere.
“Yeah?”
“It was Danny’s.”
Of course it was. God, I’m an idiot. “I’m sorry. I didn’t kn—”
“Don’t apologize. That’s the only reason I wanted it back.”
I climb on top of him, straddling his torso as a thought occurs to me. “So you brought me yours instead?” I ask, walking my fingers up the dips and grooves of his muscular stomach.
“Yeah…” He narrows his eyes at me, his abs tensing beneath my fingers.
“Does this mean we’re like going steady?” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Do I get your class ring next?”
Thayer bites down on his lip rings, and I can tell he’s trying not to smile. Then he’s flipping us over and pinning me beneath him, holding my hands to the mattress above my head. “I don’t know. What does ‘going steady’ entail? Because if it means I get to do this—” He slips inside me in one smooth thrust. “Whenever I want, then yeah, we’re going steady, Shayne.”
I gasp, bringing my knees up to hug his ribs as he grinds into me, staying deep inside, giving me that friction against my clit that I need.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know Thayer is going to be my downfall. I’ll worry about the consequences later, but right now?
Right now, I’m happy.
Shayne
Waking up with Thayer in my bed is…surreal. But it also feels right, like it was always meant to be this way. I’m on my side, my cheek pressed against his chest and his chin rests on the top of my head, our legs tangled together. The window’s still open and the brisk morning air chills my lower back, but I’m too content to move.
Thayer stirs, rolling onto his back, the movement taking the blanket with him. He stretches his arms over his head, and I can’t help but admire the pronounced V-shape before my gaze drifts lower, seeing his already hard cock. Without thinking, I slink down the bed until my face is level with his hips and pull the blanket over my head. I lick the underside of his length and he instantly jerks under my tongue, giving me the confidence to take him inside my mouth. Hands braced on his hips, I do just that, wrapping my lips around the smooth tip. I’ve never done this. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. But when I feel him shudder, I know I’m doing something right.
“Oh, fuck.” Thayer jerks the blanket off my head and lifts his hips to get deeper, his eyes half-mast as he watches me.
I suck lightly and his hands come down on my head to guide my movements as he slowly fucks my mouth. Getting braver, I wrap my hand around the base of him and start to work his length while I suck on his head, and he bites down on his lip, his head falling back to the pillow.
“Shayne,” my mom’s voice calls out, making me release him with a pop.
“Shit!” I jump out of bed. I quickly throw my hoodie on, motioning for Thayer to leave through the window. He moves at a snail’s pace, swinging his legs over the bed, his massive hard-on standing straight up, still glistening from my mouth. I widen my eyes at him, my heart pounding, but he’s in no hurry as he swipes his boxers from the floor before pulling them up. When I hear my mom’s footsteps getting louder, I shove him into my closet. I don’t even get a chance to close the door before my mom appears.
“Oh,” she says, probably taken aback at the fact that I’m standing here in only a sweatshirt—albeit one that’s long enough to cover my ass. “I didn’t think you’d be up so early.”