“Little?” she snorted. I cocked a half smile at her and then twisted my hips to rub against her again.
“Oops,” I said. I wasn’t even trying to be sincere since there was no way she would have bought it. Not to be outdone, apparently, I felt her hand slide up over my length and then stop at the waistband of my new, green lounge pants only for a moment before reaching inside. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and gave him a gentle tug.
“Oops,” she repeated. I raised my eyebrows at her as she started sliding her fingers back and forth over me. My back arched and I thrust into her coiled fingers, happy for anything she’d be willing to give me. Her touch felt so fucking good, I wouldn’t last long anyway.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to come all over your new pajamas.”
“At least my panties will remain intact.”
“But you’re going to have to explain the stain,” I laughed quietly until her hand stopped moving. Then I groaned, realizing I might have just screwed up my own good time. My hands ran down her sides until they came to the edge of her pajama bottoms. I started pulling them over her hips, but her hands grabbed mine, halting the progress.
“I’m not getting naked in a house full of people!” Raine insisted.
“Is that all you’re worried about, taking your clothes off?”
I didn’t wait for her to answer but brought my hand farther up her leg until I had bunched up the satin fabric around the top of her thigh. My hand slipped inside, going through the pant leg, finding her wet heat with my fingers and sliding up and down for a moment, then thrusting a finger up inside of her, my thumb against her clit.
“I can still fuck you with your clothes on,” I informed her.
“Bastian…someone could see…”
“They wouldn’t see anything,” I said. I yanked the blanket up farther so it came up to my armpits and just about covered her completely. “You’d be completely hidden. You really think I’d let any of these fuckers see you naked?”
“But they might…oh…oh, that’s nice…”
I snickered and slid a second finger inside of her, my thumb continuing to rub against her clit. When Raine started arching her hips up against my fingers, I knew she’d be up for more. I pulled my fingers out slowly, stroking up and down a couple of times before grabbing my cock by the base. I used my hand and cock to burrow back through her pajama pant-leg until I felt the tip come in contact with her heat. I pushed slowly…really, really slowly…until I was inside her completely.
Resting my head on her shoulder for a moment, I felt her around me and let her feel me, too. I hummed quietly against the skin of her throat, kissing her softly and then flicking my tongue over her flesh. My cock glided out of her nearly all the way and then slowly penetrated her again. I kept up the slow pace, wanting her to feel how much I loved her and needed her for as long as possible.
Raine’s hands stroked my face, my jaw, ran up into my hair, then down my arms. She reached down and rubbed over my ass, digging her fingers in for a moment as I slid deep inside of her. I looked down at her, and she gazed back up at me. She looked so fucking beautiful under me like that. It was enough to almost bring tears to my eyes. I had to stop looking at her altogether, or I’d be fucking crying.
With closed eyes, I kept up my slow strokes and listened to Raine’s increased breathing. Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me close to her. My hand brushed over her nipple, pulling it into a sharp peak as she moaned softly. I continued my way down to her stomach and then slipped inside her pajama bottoms and stopped at the place right above where we were joined. I arched my head back just a little, and through the cracked-open slit in my eyelids watched John Paul walk into the room, halt in his tracks, and make eye contact with me.
I didn’t stop – I didn’t even change my pace. Any change would have told Raine we had been spotted, and I didn’t want her to be embarrassed, so I just kept slowly pushing in and out of her, rubbing her clit with my thumb at the end of every stroke. John Paul’s expression was strange, and I didn’t understand it. He’d walked in on me fucking girls a couple of dozen times, and he never had this strange, half-quizzical, half look of wonder in his eyes before.
He moved completely silently, thank God, and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge just like Nick had done. Was everyone around here fucking dehydrated? He smiled once more and tilted his hat at me before returning to his own room and quietly closing the door.