Free Just a Girl by Ellie Cahill Page B

and settled himself between my upraised thighs. His boxer briefs slid easily on the satinlike fabric of my panties and we both groaned at the improved sensation. I wanted him like I hadn’t ever wanted anyone before. The urge to tear at our underwear and invite him inside me was intense, but so was the grind of his erection.
    We thrust against each other like horny high schoolers in the back of a car. It felt primal and a little ridiculous, but also just right. I hooked my heels behind his knees, throwing my head back as once more my body threatened to find a quick release.
    Wasn’t this supposed to be his turn?
“Wait!” I gasped. “I’m gonna—”
    “Again?” Paul went still and looked at me with a mixture of astonishment and amusement.
    “I’m trying…to be…polite.” I squirmed beneath him, my body on autopilot.
    He laughed and pushed himself up into an impressive plank position.
    I couldn’t help it; I whimpered.
    “Need something?” he asked.
    “You,” I groaned. “Please!”
    “You sure?” he asked.
    “Oh my God, yes! Take your fucking underwear off!”
    He laughed again, but took me at my word. As he rocked back to strip out of his boxer briefs, I shoved my panties down, kicking them God knows where.
    “Condom,” I panted.
    “On it.” He was busily tearing one open.
    “Hurry.”
    After what seemed like half an hour to my tightly strung nerves, he was back between my knees, crawling toward me with a look in his eyes that pushed me to the brink. And then he was inside me and I lost it. Once more an orgasm rushed through me like an out-of-control freight train. My nails left marks in his shoulders as I fought to stay quiet. Still a low moan escaped my throat.
    Paul started to move then, and let out a satisfied sound. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper.
    “Oh God, that’s good.”
    “Mmm-hmm,” I agreed.
    He dropped down to rest on his elbows, close enough to kiss me as we found a new rhythm. My body was still zinging with sensation, and every movement was like a direct injection to the pleasure center of my brain.
    And then there was a knock at the door. “Hey, bro, open up!” It was a female voice.
    “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Paul groaned, dropping his head onto my shoulder for a second.
    “Paulie?” she called.
    “Paul’s not here,” he shouted.
    “Come on, Paul, don’t be a dick.”
    He looked down at me. “I’m going to kill her.”
    “Who is that?” I asked.
    “My sister.” He raised his voice again. “Kenzie, not now!”
    “Why?” Now her voice was a singsong. “You got a girl in there with you?”
    “Kenzie, I swear to God I will kill you if you don’t go away right now.”
    “Jesus, fine!” She sounded put out. We listened for a second as she walked away.
    Paul growled in frustration. “Why does this keep happening to me? Are you doing this on purpose somehow?”
    “I had nothing to do with this, I swear.” I giggled. “Did she kill your…mood?”
    “No!” He was firm on that and gave me a demonstrative thrust to prove it.
    “Well, okay then.” Pulling him down by the back of the neck, I kissed him slow and deep. “Let’s reward you for all that patience.”
    We began to move together, and with my wits a little more about me, I could match his pace. And after three unexpected interruptions, Paul was very ready for the payoff. I would have thought I’d be spent, but his arousal nearly took me over the edge again. We were both panting and my fingers were leaving marks in his skin once more by the time his rhythm faltered and he gave a last thrust. With a final shudder, he wrapped me in his arms and collapsed sideways, pulling me onto my side.
    I giggled again—sex often put me in a silly mood. “Feel better?”
    “You have no idea.”
    “Aww,” I cooed, stroking his hair. “You hid it very well, if that’s any consolation.”
    “Easy for you to say. You got yours. Three times if I’m not