Page 60 of Don’t Be A Stranger

“You really can be a brat, you know that?” Goosebumps form on her skin as my lips wander around her neck.

“This is just the tip of the iceberg.” Her laugh turns into a whimper when I nip at her exposed shoulder.

“I can’t lie and say that I wouldn’t love to see more but for now—” I lightly nudge her thighs apart with my knee and rest her palms flat against the counter. “You’re going to spread your legs, keep your hands here, and stay quiet. Otherwise, I’m not going to let you come.”

My finger slips between her legs and presses gently against her entrance, teasing at first before fully pressing in. I have to keep the groan rising in my throat from escaping, just from how effortlessly she takes another one of my fingers.

“Good?” I may have just unlocked some newfound confidence in the bedroom, but I’ll be damned if I’m not pleasing Summer enough to make her squirm.

She nods, her eyes screwed shut. “Please, I want more.”

I wrap my other hand around her mouth, trying to muffle her high-pitched whimper.

I bite her shoulder, causing her to jolt. “What did I just say?”

My fingers move in and out, tortuously slow as I watch Summer from the mirror. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her chest moves rapidly but she keeps her moans quiet.

“Attagirl,” I mumble into her hair.

I continue fingering her with one hand, wrapping the other around myself. My hips jerk forward at the light tugs I give myself before pulling my fingers out of her, smoothing the tip of my cock against her clit then to her entrance. I swipe it back and forth, letting my pre-cum mix with her arousal.

It seems to always be that sex with Summer has to be rushed. Like I’m never allowed a moment to take my time with her. Maybe it’s for the best, otherwise I don’t know if I’d ever stop fucking her.

When I’m finally slipping into Summer, I find myself holding back from breaking my own rule and moaning. She leans forward, her stomach now pressed against the counter and her face buried in the crook of her arm.

Honestly, Summer being the first person I’ve ever been with, sexually, might have been the worst idea. Purely because I don’t think anyone will ever be able to top her.

I don’t think anyone will fit as perfectly. Or clench around me the same. And I highly doubt that anyone will be able to get me so close to coming just by hearing them moan my name.

Damn it, she’s moaning again.

It sounds so beautiful and angelic. Music to my damn ears. I’d love to just say fuck it and let everyone in the apartment complex know what we’re doing in here. Maybe Thatcher will stop trying to shoot his shot.

But getting caught fucking your best friend in the bathroom isn’t something that you just live down.

After the summer ends, this whole thing needs to be forgotten. There can’t be any memory of it. I want to save Summer the inevitable embarrassment she’s going to face from letting someone like me have her.

If anything could ruin our friendship, that might just be it.

Despite my better judgement, my hips falter. Summer quickly lifts her head to look at me, her eyes wide and teary. “No wait, please. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“Summer.” I take her jaw in my hand and turn her to face me. I reach for her panties that’s still on the counter and shove them into her mouth. “Quiet.”

Then I’m letting my hips resume their movements, desperately trying to stay composed but I can feel her clenching around me. So sweet. So tight. So not mine even though I wish she was.

I want to snap my hips into her at a pace that I hope will bring us both to the edge, but I can’t let the sound of our skin slapping against one another become the dead giveaway of our current activities. Instead, I focus on resting my hands on her hips, pumping so deeply into her like we need a reminder why this is a very bad idea.

A knock on the door has me stopping yet again. Summer looks at me, panties still stuffed in her mouth.

“Summer?” Bethany knocks again. “Are you okay in there?”

I lean over, pressing my chest into her back, and whisper, “I’m not stopping.”

She seems to understand my silent command when I pull her panties from her mouth, and resume thrusting up into her.

Another knock.

“Y-yeah,” Summer stutters, her voice hoarse. She squeezes her eyes shut when I hit a different angle.