novelxo Cross-Checked Hearts: Chapter 12
The thought alone of no one touching her like this before has me ready to come in my pants. Isla writhes under my touch as I play with her nipples, slowly circling them with my fingers before rolling them between my fingertips. Pressing my lips to hers, I swallow her moans as she grinds herself against my leg, looking for some kind of relief.
Abandoning her breasts, I slide my hand down her torso, reaching the waistband of her panties. I hear the sharp intake of her breath as I slip beneath them, gently touching the sensitive part of her. “If it’s too much, just tell me to stop.”
Isla pulls her face away from mine, nodding as her lips part slightly. I slide a finger through the wetness that pools between her legs and circle it around her clit. Her hips buck involuntarily as I play with her, working my fingers around the sensitive bundle of nerves. I watch her face, the pink tint taking over her cheeks as her breathing grows ragged and shallow.
My movements are slow and gentle as I slowly slide a finger inside her. Her eyes widen and a soft moan falls from her full lips as I begin to move it in and out of her. Pressing my palm against her clit, I apply pressure, rubbing her as I fuck her with my hand.
“Oh my god, Logan,” she breathes, her voice hoarse, and she grinds against my palm as her face screws up. She stops moving against me, her eyes searching mine as she reaches for the top of my sweatpants. “I want to touch you too, but I’ve never done this before. Tell me how to make you feel good.”
All of the blood in my body instantly rushes to my already hard cock. Jesus fucking Christ, what is this girl doing to me? The thought of telling her what to do and how to make me come has me coming apart at the seams.
Lifting my hips, I use my free hand to push down my sweatpants and boxers, freeing my erection. Isla looks down at me, swallowing hard as her eyes travel across my body. She slides her hand closer to my cock and slowly wraps her delicate fingers around my length. She looks back up at me for approval, her eyes searching mine for some type of direction.
“I’ll show you, baby girl,” I murmur, keeping my one hand pressed against her pussy with my finger still inside her as I take my other hand and wrap it around hers. Tightening my grip around her, I slowly move her fist up and down my cock, her soft palm stroking me.
A moan vibrates in my chest and I shift my hips as my balls begin to constrict. “You’re so good,” I murmur, praising her as she continues to stroke me under my guidance. I begin to move her hand faster as a warmth spreads across my abdomen and she falls into a steady rhythm. “That’s it, baby. Don’t fucking stop.”
I let her take over, moving my hand away as I begin to work my other one against her, grinding my palm onto her clit as I slide my finger in and out of her. She strokes my cock just like I showed her and goddamn, I swear this girl was made for me.
Grabbing the back of her head, I crash my lips to hers, swallowing her sounds as she comes undone. I push her closer and closer to the edge as she slides her hand along my length, my balls drawing closer to my body as I feel my release approaching.
We’re both lost in the moment when we hear the front door slam shut. The sound echoes through the apartment and we both freeze. Isla quickly releases me, grabbing for the blankets in a frenzy as I jump out of the bed. I’m rushing toward her bedroom door, pulling up my pants as I hear footsteps shuffling in the kitchen.
“Logan!” August slurs, calling out for me as he knocks something over in the living room. “Bro. You’re never going to believe what happened.”
Fuck.
“What the hell is he doing here?” Isla whispers, her voice panicked. “I thought he wasn’t coming home tonight.”
As I move into the doorway of her room, I look back at her, holding my fingers against my lips. “Just pretend to be asleep, okay? I’ll handle this.”
Isla nods, pulling the covers up to her chin as she rolls over to face the other way. I quickly slip out of her room, softly shutting the door behind me as I walk across the hall, heading to my room. Just as I’m opening the door to go inside, August reaches the opposite end of the hallway.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” he sighs, running a hand through his tousled hair. I look at him, my eyebrows drawing together as I notice a cut on the side of his head and a bruise already forming under his eye. “Is Isla asleep?”
I nod, narrowing my eyes at him. “What the fuck happened to you?”
“I gotta take a piss,” he mumbles, stumbling past me as he heads toward the bathroom. “Meet me in the kitchen with a bottle of Jack for story time.”
August disappears into the bathroom and I sigh as I walk past Isla’s room and head into the kitchen to find a bottle of Jack. Leave it to August to decide to come home and fuck this all up. He didn’t seem suspicious, so that’s a good thing, but what we’re doing is risky.
Too fucking risky…