Page 58 of Beautiful Crazy
“Does this pretty pussy like my fingers fucking it?” Iask, bringing my lips beside her ear. I tug the lobe between my teeth as she nods. “Yeah, I’ll bet it does. You’re dripping all over my hand, clenching around my fingers like such a needy girl. All those parents and teachers are in the cafeteria, completely unaware of the filthy things taking place just down the hall from them. Fuck, that drives mecrazy, mama.”
She’s getting close. I can feel it in the way she’s squeezing around me, but also in the frantic way she’s breathing and the moans my hand is stifling. I pull my head back enough to look her in the eye, and my breath gets caught in my throat at the sight of her. Eyes hooded and glassy, sitting below pinched brows, her face flushed, covered in a light sheen of sweat, and her pupils blown wide, giving way to how turned on she is.
“That’s it,” I coo, never taking my eyes off her. “Let me see you come on my fingers. Let me see you fall apart while the entire class is just down the hall.”
Her eyelids flutter like they’re trying to close.
“Eyes on me,” I order, keeping a steady tempo as she inches closer to the edge. Her legs tremble, hands fisting my shirt. Her muffled cries get louder and more desperate. “That’s my good girl. Let go and come all over my hand, give it all to me.”
Gaze locked on mine, Gemma does just that. Her clit throbs, pussy walls pulsing around my fingers as her orgasm washes over her body, making her tremble. I replace my hand covering her mouth with my lips as I swallow every last moan.
Withdrawing my fingers, I bring them up between us, sucking them clean as she watches me with a sated expressionon her face. I swear, I can never get enough of this woman.
“Wow,” Gemma breathes out as I fix her panties and smooth her dress back down. “That was fucking hot.”
I huff out a laugh as I button my jeans. “Yeah, it was. We better get back, though. The movie is probably almost over.”
Leaning in, I press a quick kiss to her lips, reveling in the contented sigh that comes out of her when I do.
“You go back in there first,” she tells me as we step into the hall. “I’m going to use the restroom really quick.”
I watch her go, chest squeezing and my heart pounding. Once she disappears behind the bathroom door, I head back into the cafeteria, biting back the grin trying to break through at knowing Gemma and I are in on a sultry secret that nobody in this room is aware of.
Tonight ended up going way better than I anticipated, that’s for damn sure.
Twenty-Four
Gemma
“Mom, Blakely won’t leave us alone!” Beau hollers as he and Sutton barrel into my bedroom. I peek my head out from the bathroom just as Blakely walks in behind them, her little brows furrowed and her arms crossed.
Huffing out a sigh, Grace turns to look at him. “Beau, just let your sister play with you guys. Why is it such a big deal? She just wants to be included.”
Annoyance etches his features at even the suggestion of letting his little sister—who is barely younger, I might add—play with him and Sutton. “Mom, she doesn’t know how to play right! She gets in the way!”
“Beau, I’m so sick of having this argument with you. Let her play with y’all, for Pete’s sake.”
Sutton looks at me like I’m going to save them. “You heard your aunt,” I tell him. “Don’t exclude Blakely. That’snot nice, and you wouldn’t like it if you were the one left out.”
The boys give each other a pained expression before they leave the room without another word.
“Sheesh,” Grace murmurs. “Since when did our ten-year-olds turn into teenagers?”
I chuckle. “Tell me about it. It’s like one day, Sutton was my sweet little boy, and the next, he’s full of sass and attitude, and thrives on arguing with everything I say.”
“What are you going to wear?” my sister asks, flicking through the clothes in my closet.
Tonight, we’re taking the kids to the carnival that’s in town for the weekend. Georgia and Charley are meeting us there since they both had to work today.
“I was going to do my pink overalls, a tank top, and my Nikes,” I call out to her as I finish curling my hair in the en suite.
“Cute.” She pops her head into the bathroom, looking at me through the mirror, eyes gleaming. “You should invite Mr. Hot Teacher.”
I scoff. “I’m not inviting him. That would be weird.”
I’mthe one being weird, and I know that. He’s been around me and Sutton enough. I know it wouldn’t be weird for him, but I just… I don’t know. I feel like a teenage girl having to face the boy she just fooled around with. The butterflies are damn near swarming in my stomach at the thought.
“Weirder than riding the tip of his dick like a cat in heat?” My sister giggles as I glower at her.