by Lyn Forester
He sweeps my hair to one side, his lips against the bend where my neck meets my shoulder. “You let me touch you in the library.”
My voice comes out faint. “I remember.”
“But then you invite me here, tell me to take off my clothes, and expect me to sleep peacefully next to you.” He whispers the words as his lips trail up my neck to my ear. “Do you think I’m the safe twin?”
My lips tingle with the desire to meet his. “I think you’re the gentler twin. I think, if I want to slow down, you’ll back off.”
His hands slip to my bare waist, and my stomach muscles contract on an involuntary gasp. “Are you telling me to back off?”
Four and a Half
Heart racing at the question, I struggle to sort my thoughts. Do I want Connor to back off? No, not at all. Warmth suffuses my body, my skin tingling where his bare chest meets my back. A new sensation, and one I long to explore more.
My head turns toward his. “I really did bring you here to sleep.”
“I know.” He kisses my jawline. “It’s a long time until Star-Light. Plenty of time to sleep later.”
I turn far enough to bring our mouths together. “Myrrine will be back at Quarter-Light.”
His smile curves against my lips. “I feel I should warn you my stamina isn’t great if you’re expecting me to last five hours.”
“Four and a half if you keep talking,” I murmur against his lips. Feeling bold, I turn completely in his arms and hook a finger in his waistband of his boxers. “Maybe you should take these off, too. Don’t want to have a repeat of last time.”
He groans softly and moves my hand away. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you? This is where I die.”
I can’t stop the grin. “Hopefully it will be a pleasant death.”
He growls softly. “I’m hoping for more than pleasant. Now hush so I can concentrate.”
My laugh cuts off as his fingers delve into my curls and he pulls me in for a deep kiss that leaves my toes curled and my lungs struggling for air. My body hums with desire, and it feels right that I chase this to the end with Connor. He was the first to confess his love, the first to make me realize what true desire felt like, not just the adrenaline rush of something new.
Rising to my toes, I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, our bodies flush together. The thin trail of hair at his navel tickles my lower stomach, and I shiver as my nipples harden within the confines of my bra. I want to know what they’ll feel like against his chest, and he must think the same because a moment later, he reaches between our bodies. Unlike the last time in the library, he doesn’t fumble with the clasp. He snaps it open with ease, and I drop my arms to let it slip to the floor.
His hands spread over my back, pulling me flush to his chest once more, and I gasp as my sensitive nipples rub against his hard muscles.
He cups my rib cage, thumbs stroking against the sides of my breasts, before he grabs my ass and hoists me onto the short dresser. My legs curl around his waist, and I groan against his lips as our bodies align perfectly, his hard cock pressing against my center. Even through the barrier of our clothes, his heat burns against me.
Cupping my breast, he ducks, his heated mouth closing over one aching peak. He groans, the sound muffled against my skin, before his tongue flicks over my nipple. My back arches as I grip the back of his head and hold him closer.
In answer, his mouth opens wider, taking half my breast into the heat of his mouth. His other hand lifts to cover my other aching breast, his fingers gentle as he rolls my nipple. My thighs tighten around his hips and I wiggle, the dresser hard against my ass as I rub against him. It helps to relieve the empty ache between my legs, but not enough.
I fist Connor’s hair, tugging his head up. My breast pops from his mouth, and I press myself against his hard chest before I change my mind and shove him back down.
His arms drop around my waist to hug me close, and his voice comes out gruff. “Did you not like that?”
“Felt too good. Take me to bed.” I press my mouth back over his, tongue sweeping over his lower lips.
He opens, and I dive in, shivering at the faint taste of vanilla on his tongue leftover from my lotion.
His tongue pushes against mine, tangling together, and he slides me off the dresser. Firm fingers knead down my spine, molding every inch of my body to his as he walks backward toward the bed.
There, he pulls his lips from mine, pulls his whole body from mine, so I stand before him. It leaves me humming on edge with my arms now empty, and my eyes open in confusion.
Before I can protest, though, he sits on the edge of the bed. He reaches for my partially undone pants, then glances up at me to make sure I’m okay with this. In answer, I place my hands on his shoulders for balance.
Slowly, he drags down my zipper, his knuckle pressing against me as he slips lower. I gasp and grip him tighter, nails digging into his muscles. He’d barely touched me between my legs last time before I came, and I fear for a moment this time will be the same.
I bite my lip, forcing in a breath, and step unsteadily out of my pants when they drop to the floor. He strokes my quivering legs, hands sweeping up the side of my knees to curve around to the back of my thighs. My muscles grow tighter as he moves higher, and I gasp as he traces the edge of my underwear, tracing the curve of my ass. He follows the line around to the sides, fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric.
He pauses once more, and I sway toward him in answer.
Slowly, he drags the thin scrap of material down until I stand before him completely bare.
The dim blue glow hides his expression from me, but his hands tremble as he grasps my hips once more, then leans forward to press his lips just above my naval. My muscles jump, and he smooths calming hands over my waist before he cups my ass, drawing me closer. My heart races with the desire, my entire body alight with need.
I want very much to close the distance between us, to explore his body the same way he explores mine, but one thing needs to happen first.
My voice comes out throaty and soft. “I’m not the only one who’s going to be naked, am I?”
He laughs shakily against my skin. “You’re really testing my limits tonight, aren’t you?”
Impatient, I knead his shoulders. “Finish getting naked and you won’t need to hold back anymore.”
He stares up the line of my body. “This isn’t a race, you know.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “What are you talking about?”
“I don’t want to rush this.” His head bends, and he presses another kiss against my stomach. His hands shift, one splaying over my ass while the other moves back around to the front where he finds my inner thigh and strokes higher. “I want to explore every part of you.”
When his hand pauses just short of the juncture of my thighs, I slowly part my legs wider.
He rewards me with another kiss as his fingers slip higher. My legs shake before he even reaches my center, and a gasp escapes as he delicately traces my outer folds before one finger slips along my center, finding the liquid heat between my thighs.
Touch gentle, his thumb rubs the sensitive nub at the height of my sex as his finger presses inside. I tremble at the invasion, my inner muscles clenching around him. He pauses, breath unsteady against my stomach.
Slowly, he pulls out, then thrusts deeper as his thumb makes a small circle around my clit. I sway toward him, my hold on his shoulders tightening. This is what I wanted, what I craved. My hips roll into the next gentle thrust, urging him deeper as my skin begins to buzz with energy.
A second finger slips inside, and it burns a little, but not enough to stop me from reaching down, my hand over his, to press him deeper. The bump of his second knuckles moving into me pulls a whimper from my lips, and my head falls back, my eyes closing, blocking out everything except Connor’s touch.
I urge him on, my hand still over his as he thrusts gently inside me. I want him to go faster, to build the buzz until it crashes ove
r me, but he keeps things slow, waiting even after my body adjusted before he adds in a third finger.
This one hurts, and I unconsciously rise onto my toes with a groan.
Connor immediately stops, his thumb circling my clit until the sting fades, and I slowly drop back to my heels, easing his fingers in the rest of the way. My lips part on a shaky exhale. I didn’t expect this to hurt, and it caught me off guard. But Connor shows infinite patience as he kisses and nips my stomach while his other hand strokes my trembling legs.
My muscles flex and squeeze around his fingers, every stroke of his thumb rekindling the buzz in my skin. Unhurried, his fingers shift inside me, twisting and stroking. He hits something deep inside that weakens my knees as I moan.
He steadies me, his hand moving in a slow thrust that rubs against that spot again, and I clutch him tighter, hips rocking into the next thrust. My whole body tingles, like electricity runs through me.
I’m barely aware as he urges me forward, and I move to straddle his lap. His bare skin burns against my knees, and I realize he somehow got his underwear off without me noticing.
His entire body feels flushed against mine, and I regret the dim lights that hide this view from me. I want to see Connor’s pale skin pink with desire, to see how far the flush goes. I want to see his hair mussed and his eyes unfocused with pleasure.
I seek out his lips, wanting to share this energy with him, to make his body hum the same way mine does. Our tongues tangle together once more, alternating chasing and following each other.
After a moment, he grips my ass, hoisting me higher, and our lips break apart.
I stare down at him in confusion, then feel something larger than his fingers nudge at my entrance. Remembering the discomfort of three fingers, I hesitate.
His fingers trace over my face. “You have control. Just ease into it, okay? There’s no rush.”
I nod, shifting my knees to a better place on the bed, before I slowly lower myself. He bumps past my entrance, the stretch a mild ache instead of the pain I expected. But as I sink down farther, the ache turns into a burn. A whimper escapes, and he’s instantly there, mouth gentle on mine as his hands on my ass urge me back up to the point right before it hurt.
“Take your time,” he reminds me softly.
My thighs flex, lifting me higher, until he sits right at my entrance before I ease back down. I get him in farther this time and flex around him, trying to learn his shape.
The hands on my ass tighten painfully, and he lets out a soft curse. His muscles stiffen, hips flexing up before he stops himself. The small thrust buries him deeper inside me, and I groan with a mixture of discomfort and desire.
I roll my hips, working him deeper, then rise and press back down. It gets easier, my body making way for his, until, with equal groans of relief, he fills me completely.
I gasp against his shoulder, his skin salty with the restraint required as he let me control our joining. My inner muscles ripple around his hard length, and I marvel at the sensation of aching fullness.
Connor reaches between us, his skillful thumb slipping between my folds to find my sensitive clit once more. I gasp and roll into his touch, his cock shifting inside me. Pleasure pushes past the last of my discomfort, and I rock on his cock, the buzz under my skin growing faster.
His free hand finds my hip, his fingers flexing for a moment before tightening. He pushes me down as his hips surge up, and my back arches as pleasure shoots through me like electricity up my spine, lighting every nerve on fire.
He does it again, and we fall into a frantic rhythm, our gasps merging.
My muscles quiver and clench, and my legs stiffen. My orgasm hovers, right on the brink, and Connor’s hips lift, his cock slamming back into me at the same time he rubs my clit.
Gasping, the orgasm crashes over me. I clench around his hard length, feeling him pulse. He shivers and buries his cock in deeper as warmth floods my channel.
Slowly, I sag against him, my limbs growing heavy. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he gasps as another shiver rolls through him in aftershock. He ducks to find my lips, the kiss tender before he pulls back. “I love you so much. I want to always be like this.”
I tighten my hold on him. “Me, too.”
Before reality comes knocking on our door again, I pull Connor into a deeper kiss.
A gentle touch on my cheek wakes me from sleep, and I open my eyes to find Connor gazing back at me.
I smile and reach up to hold his hand against my face. “Is it time to get up already?”
“Yeah.” His leg shifts between mine as he snuggles closer. “I think you needed a nap more than me. You didn’t move at all when the alarm went off.”
“Someone wore me out.” Reluctant, I roll onto my back, my right ass cheek halfway off the bed, and stretch. A dull ache between my legs reminds me of exactly how Connor wore me out, and I press my thighs together with a groan.
Connor props himself up on one elbow to stare down at me. “Are you okay?”
I reach up to tap the wrinkles in his forehead. “I’m good. Stop fussing.”
After we settled down a few hours ago, we’d gone to the showers to clean up. Connor had wanted to carry me there, the weirdo. Somehow, he equated our first-time having sex with me turning into some kind of damsel. I had to physically push him out of the shower stall when he wanted to join me.
If I thought he had more sexy times in mind, I wouldn’t have protested, but he had that same look in his eye that he got when observing the effects of Myrrine’s miracle healing goo, and I refuse to have my nether regions studied.
His hand caresses my stomach, sneaking under my sleeping shirt. “I think you should sit tonight out. I don’t want you overexerting yourself.”
My heart warms at his concern, but annoyance soon follows. I’m not some delicate flower, and his gentle embrace left me far from damaged.
Determined, I push him onto his back and straddle his waist, holding back the wince as my bruised inner thighs let out a protest.
Eyes narrowed, I stare down at him. “I’m not sitting tonight out, so stop suggesting it or I’ll put you in time out.”
Amused, he grips my hips. “What happens in time out?”
“I leave you here with Myrrine and tell Bastian you’re not allowed out until morning.” I poke his bare chest. “And don’t think I won’t. I am perfectly okay with the idea of you staying exactly where you are until I get back.”
His brows arch. “You mean here in your bed?”
“Yes.” I wiggle, grinding my ass on top of his cock, and feel him twitch in response. “Here in my bed. Exactly like this.”
He groans and flexes beneath me. “I’m not sure if that’s really a punishment.”
I bounce a little, and he winces. “So, we’re in agreement, demi-Councilor Williams?”
“You drive a hard bargain, demi-Councilor Lonette.” Reaching up, he hooks a finger in my collar to pull me down until our noses bump together. “But I regretfully cannot support your proposal at this time.”
“But you haven’t heard all of the argument.” I nip his lower lip, then lick away the sting.
His eyes glint with mischief. “Perhaps if you let me into your chamber, we can discuss this further.”
A snort escapes, and I straighten once more to stare at him in disbelief. “You did not just say that.”
Pink tints his cheeks. “In my defense, it sounded better in my head.”
I shake my head. “There’s no defense for that. You are defenseless.”
His eyes widen innocently. “So, no private meeting?”
Laughing, I lean forward to grab my palm-port off my desk and check the time, then climb off him. “No, no private meeting. You need to hurry up and get dressed before Myrrine returns and decides it’s naked time.”
He scrambles out of bed. “Far be it from me to incite a nudist gathering.” Then he freezes, his eyes wide. “Does Bastian get naked, too?”
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nbsp; “No, thank goodness.” I shove his clothes at him, then walk to my dresser and pull out a fresh pair of black pants and a white sweater. I can’t wait until we graduate to a more colorful wardrobe, though I’m not a huge fan of the red slacks second-years wear.
Myrrine arrives a few minutes later, preceded by three loud knocks and an extended pause, though not nearly long enough to get dressed if we hadn’t been already.
The door swishes open, and Myrrine’s head pokes into the room. “Is everyone decent?” She frowns when she spots me. “Why did you change into a new school uniform?” Before I can answer, realization strikes, and she grins. “I want to go.”
With a sigh, I cross my fingers as I turn to face her.
Hopefully, this conversation won’t end with Bastian restraining my roommate again while we leave.
Eat the Cake
We sneak out of the school five minutes after Lights-Out goes into effect.
Myrrine was unhappy when we told her she couldn’t come but agreed to wear mine and Felix’s school bands while Nikola wore Connor’s. He agreed to play lookout at the theater once he let us through the locked doors.
While he promised to show me how to pick the locks, time constraints make us put it off until next time.
Felix dances down the tunnel ahead of us, his goggles and ventilator mask in place before we even cross out of the school’s gravity system.
Connor stays close to my side, his hand on the small of my back, which both charms and annoys me. Yes, my body aches in new and pleasant ways. No, I did not suddenly turn into a spun glass figurine.
We make the trek across the sky bridges, past the Halls of Justice, and into Skittles’ building without incident. Every time we do this it gets easier, but also adds stress. It feels too convenient not to have run into anyone yet, even while sneaking through during shift changes. Shouldn’t there be a random worker who forgot something? Or a night watch person? The fact we haven’t been caught yet is starting to feel like a risk for the city and something I should address.
