Page 36 of Lie With Me
Slowly, I turn my head to meet her gaze. She swallows thickly, eyes wide as she stares at my lips. “Maybe this is a good time for me to go, then.”
She gets up, but when she walks by, I loop my fingers into her pocket and pull her to me. Surprised, she trips, and her hands brace on my shoulders as I begin to unbutton her pants.
“Tripp, what are you doing? No sex, remember?” she admonishes, but there’s no bite in her tone, and she makes no move to step back.
“We’re not having sex. Now be a good girl and behave.” I don’t break eye contact with her as I drag her pants down, along with her underwear, before pulling her down. She lets out a little squeal, unable to freely move her legs with her pants around her ankles as I arrange her so that her top half is on the cushion next to me while her bottom half is in my lap, ass in the air.
“Tripp!”
The sound of my hand as it meets her ass cheek reverberates through the room, followed by a pleasured cry leaving her lips. “Oh, fuck.”
Sliding my hand over her ass and cupping herfrom behind, I run three fingers through her drenched slit, watching as a trail of her arousal connects my fingers to her pussy as I pull them away. “See, Viv? We can’t even be in the same room together without you turning into a dripping wet mess.”
Using my other hand, I find her clit and start massaging it as I hold my fingers in front of her face to show her what I do to her. “All of this just for me.”
She grabs my hand to pull my fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them as she savors the flavor of herself. The action causes my dick to jump in my pants, begging to be unleashed.
“Fuck. I taste good on you,” she moans.
“Do you? Let me try.” Sliding my hand down to cradle her throat, I lift her by her neck, leaning down to smash my lips to hers. Pushing my fingers into her entrance, I start to pump leisurely.
Lenni uses her hands to hold her weight as we kiss. It’s sloppy and wet as she traces my lips and tongue with her own, spreading what’s left of her essence over my mouth. Her hips move against my hand, grinding down against my painfully hard cock.
I rub her clit roughly before pushing my fingers back inside her, alternating every time her hips pick up speed as she chases her orgasm. At some point, she must have kicked off her pants because they’re gone when she arches her back and raises her ass further, legs curling behind her as she spreads them and wantonly rides my hand.
“Fuck me, Tripp. I want you inside me,” she breathes out as she tries to get up.
Pulling my hand away from her completely, I smack her ass again and press down between her shoulder blades. She collapses beneath me and lets out a small cry when I plunge my fingers into her again. “No. You said no sex. So we’re not going to have sex, Viv. You’re gonna get off on my fingers like a good girl, and I’m going to cum all over this perfect pink pussy.”
Reaching beneath her, I pull myself out of my sweats, cock thick and hard and rising to sink into her. She whines as she tries to lower herself onto me even though my fingers are still inside her, but I fist myself, pumping as I rub my head against her clit, watching as her wetness slowly coats it with every pass I make along her slit.
“Tripp, please,” she begs.
The sound of it makes my balls tense. I pick up the pace of my fingers, fucking into her relentlessly as I continue to fuck my hand and run myself along her pussy. “You sound so fucking sweet when you beg, Valentina.”
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her hips jerk as she comes hard, pressing forward and trapping my cock between our bodies as she thrusts against me.
“Such a good fucking girl. Now lift your hips.”
She does just as I come, thick white ropes firing out to hit her clit. I pull my fingers out and rub my mess against her, watching in a daze as I coat herskin. When I finish, I help her flip over to sit sideways in my lap.
Our tongues dance as my hands thread into her hair, and she wraps her arms around my neck. “I like that you make me feel safe,” she says against my lips.
My heart soars at her admission. “I like that you feel safe with me.”
This time, when she leaves, it’s with a ten-minute makeout session on the sidewalk before I put her into a cab, and her promise that we’ll see each other in the morning.
Lenni is late for breakfast. Her plan to keep my mother from thinking this is a long-term thing is definitely working if the look she’s giving me from across the table is anything to go by.
“This is incredibly rude,” Mom sighs, picking up her coffee to take a sip. She looks around the restaurant as if she’s being stood up by a date and is embarrassed, patting her chignon self-consciously.
“She probably just got caught up in traffic,” I offer, checking my phone to see if Lenni has responded to any of the messages I’ve sent her.
She hasn’t.
A part of me is annoyed. Even if the plan is to break up eventually, I don’t want my parents to have a bad impression of her.
“It’s not that big of a deal, Margo. She’s not that late,” Pops chimes in as he checks his Rolex.