“Yeah… oh fuck, that feels good. Yeah, do that…” she moaned as she writhed on the bed.
I just kept at her, harder, faster, as she went wild, riding my face. I sucked on her clit and drove my finger into her again and again as her breathing cut short, in sharp, hungry gasps.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, “please,pleasetell me you’re gonna fuck me…”
I didn’t answer that. My tongue was too busy lapping at her clit, and when she started screaming into a pillow, I sucked on it again. Her hips jerked violently and her whole body spasmed as she came.
The silky-tight sleeve of her pussy pulsed around my finger and I felt the tremors all through her.
I kept licking her until she stopped writhing around and tossed the pillow away, gasping for breath.
“Holy shit,” she breathed.
I licked my lips and looked up at her face as I slid my finger out of her… and she gave me a small, trembling smile.
My heart slammed in my chest and my pulse hammered in my dick as she lay there, gasping. I knew when a chick had been rocked with an epic orgasm, and Courteney had been rocked. Again. I’d just made her come, really fucking hard… while she begged me to fuck her.
This girl turned into an animal in bed. Couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to fuck her.
Christ… I couldn’t resist this. No fucking way.
All she did was hug me… and I ravaged her like a starving beast.
I had to move out. Now. That was the only way out of this.
“I have to go,” I told her, as soon as I staggered to my feet. Like we were continuing the conversation from right where I’d said that the first time. “I’m gonna go stay at my place for a while.”
“Why?” She blinked up at me as she sat up, slowly. I handed her her shirt, and she took it in a daze. “Because of me? Because of what just happened?”
“No.” I pulled on my shirt.
“You’re lying. You’re running away. Why do you keep walking out on me?”
“I’m not. Get dressed.”
“No matter what I do,” she said, slowly pulling her shirt on, “you keep leaving.”
“I’m not leaving. I’m just gonna stay at my place for a while.”
“Why?”
“Because if I don’t, this is gonna end very badly for all of us.”
“All of us? What does that mean? There are two of us here, Xander.”
I didn’t answer that, because she was a smart girl. She knew what it meant.
“You don’t have to move out,” she said.
“I’m not moving out. I never moved in.”
She glared at me, still sitting there on the bed in her T-shirt and nothing else.
“I don’t live here, Courteney,” I told her, “and neither do you.”
“Why do you always have to do this?”
I shook my head, scraping my hair back out of my face. “I’m trying, here, okay? I just… need to do the right thing.”