7. Caspian

seven

Caspian

" T imes up!" Holden pounds on the closet door.

A few seconds later, a frazzled-looking Hadley and a pissed-off-looking Barnett exit the closet. The look on Barnett's face is almost comical until I watch him try to discreetly lift his finger to his nose and inhale before slipping it into his mouth— a look of pure pleasure coming over him. Now I'm the one that's pissed, realizing the only thing that would put that look on his face is if that finger had been inside Hadley and he was licking off her juices.

"It's my turn," I say, not giving her a chance to spin the bottle. I grab her hand and pull her into the darkness of the closet. "Hi," I say, pulling her body close to mine.

I'm not as slick as Holden is with the ladies—all I usually have to do is look at them, and they're dropping their panties for me, but the cloak of darkness surrounding us negates any of my sexy facial expressions.

I feel like a fool just saying hi to Hadley. But she surprises me.

"Hi, yourself." She says as she places her hands on my shoulders and stretches up to kiss my lips.

It's all the invitation I need. I wrap my arms around her waist and tip my head down, letting her relax back on her feet instead of standing on her tippy toes to reach me.

Licking the seam of her lips with my tongue, she opens her mouth and lets me in. Our tongues are rubbing together—each one of us moaning our pleasure, but it's not enough.

I slide my hand under the waistband of her pants and panties until my fingers land on her sopping wet pussy. She's so hot and wet I just want to pin her against the wall and fuck her until we both see stars. But this will have to do for now.

Inserting two fingers inside her, I begin to thrust into her—the dirty sounds of her wet pussy fills the small room as I continue to finger fuck her until she's a squirming mess. But instead of having mercy on her, I insert a third finger, stretching her even more.

Her moaning increases, and I swallow the sound with my mouth, not ready to share this moment with Barnett and Holden. She's so responsive—I can't wait to see how she responds to my cock, if I ever get the chance.

Our fake relationship has taken a detour. I can only hope we stay on this course.

Her body tightens around my fingers as she comes all over my hand. Her juices soaking me. I hold her through her orgasm, letting her pump against my fingers until the spasms stop.

"Good Girl." I slide my fingers out of her and slip them into my mouth, devouring her taste, when I hear the dreaded knock on the door.