Page 78 of Changing Lanes

Swirling my tongue around her clit, Paige jerks forward to grasp the headboard and I immediately break away to make sure she didn’t hit her head again.

A knock on the broken door has both of us freezing in place.

Unable to stop myself, I sink my teeth into her thigh, loving the way she hisses down at me without actually stopping me. She’s just as reckless as I am. Maybe more.

“Dude, you alright in there?” Marc asks from the other side.

Paige’s eyes widen and I smile around the skin in my mouth before releasing it to lick my bottom lip.

“All’s good, bro.” He has no idea how good.

“There’s some girl here,” he pauses, probably giving Paige’s friend that infamous stink-eye, “looking for Paige.”

I move Paige’s hips again to meet my mouth and smirk to myself when I catch her covering hers to stifle a moan. There’s no way she’s stopping this. She’s a rider through and through.

“Hmm,” I hum against her folds, pretending to think. “Did you check the bathroom?”

There’s some chatter outside my partially open door but I block it out, not really wanting my boy’s face, or anyone else’s, to interfere with this real life fantasy I’m experiencing right now.

“Whatever. I’m taking off soon. You want a ride today or is Paige coming again?”

Jig’s up. He knows she’s in here. This Cynthia character may not be clued in yet, but my boy knows full well where our roommate is.

I murmur, “I was thinking both,” then nudge her most sensitive spot with my nose, lapping her up real good.

She works to swallow another moan with no luck whatsoever.

“Beckett,” Paige warns discreetly, trying to stay quiet but fuck that. When I’m done with her, Marc will need another one of his cigarettes.

She starts shaking and, knowing she’s getting close, I grip her, bringing her down harder onto my tongue so I’m practically fucking her.

“Beckett,” she hisses again, more breath than word.

Oh, yeah, this should be fun.

“Dude, is she coming or not?”

Turning my face to the side, I ignore Paige’s needy protest to say, “Inquiring minds, Paige.”

“Fuck,” she grits, making me chuckle lightly before resuming my previous pace that was driving her up my wall. “Yes, I’m coming.”

Her voice is shaky and not loud enough. Not nearly loud enough. Fuck Marc, I want the neighbors to need a cigarette when we’re done.

I guide Paige’s hips in an eight motion as her breathing grows louder and louder. That’s it. I want her lost out of her fucking mind. Maybe she’ll finally get a glimpse of how I’ve felt since she turned up in my life.

“Tell him,” I demand, not breaking rhythm for a second. It comes out muffled but she understands just the same. Of course, she’s gotta take her goddamn time giving it to me though.

Nothing’s easy about Paige. Not a damn thing.

Her movements grow erratic and I know she’s ready. She’s fucking coming alright. I just need to hear her say it. I want to hear her yell that shit. Scream it if she can find the strength.

My own moan is what sets her off finally as the vibration rumbles over her soaked pussy.

“Shit, I’m coming.” She cries out, “I’m…coming!” loud enough for Marc and maybe even old man Gary across the way to hear. Just like I told her to.

Spasms rock her entire body as her legs clamp up on both sides of me and my hips jerk clear off the mattress chasing some sort of release of my own. My boxer briefs are so wet with precum, I bet I look like I came, too. I probably could’ve if we went any longer. And didn’t have an audience.

Actually no, that was kinda hot.