8. Moaning His Name

LYDIA'S POV

I had already started getting dressed after he ordered me to. I could still feel his gaze following every movement I made, lingering on my body. When I looked over my shoulder, I caught him staring, so I smiled and gave him a small wave.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he suddenly asked. The question made me pause.

I already knew the answer he wanted. There was something possessive hidden beneath those simple words, as if he wanted to hear me admit that no one else had a place in my life.

I decided to tease him instead.

"So, what if I do?" I replied playfully. "He's quite sexy and hot."

I turned back before I could see his reaction, busy fixing my clothes, completely missing whatever expression crossed his face.

A second later, I heard him touch his phone, it wasn’t the reaction I wanted but I still continued. Then I felt it, the silverball vibrating, sending shock through my body, enough to make me moan softly. 

“Be careful who you lie to?” He grunted, standing up, looking neat, like he hadn’t just had crazy sex with me. “Is it suppose to do this” I asked, my body not recovering from the force organsm.

“That’s just level one, I can increase the level, at any time and when I do, you must think of me, of fucking me and how only me can owe you, touch you and next time, try and lie better” He whispered, leaning down to bite my neck, enough to leave his mark, to leave a scent. 

“See you tonight” He added, leaving the room. The staff from Sugar princess Angency soon walked in, given me the pills and a normal dress. 

I arrive home, finding Noah jumping with the joys, the babysitters unable to contain him. “Okay, what’s wrong?” I asked grinning. 

“All school called back, they are competiting to have us big sis, I get to pick” He announced, more happy each time.  “How?” I asked, my voice shaky. 

“He says something about not telling him who we align with, but nothing more” Noah hurried a reply and I remembered him, Enzo. 

“Big sis, your neck” Noah pointed with a pause. I use my dress to cover it before the babysitter sees it. “Have you pick what you wanted?” I asked and he nods, saying he already sent an email. 

“Carl” I called, looking at his babysitters. “I need to talk to you” I muttered, heading to the kitchen. “I need you to watch”

“I have already been informed, to watch Noah till you come back, your boyfriend called and informed me of the arrangement” She cut in and I chocked. “Did he tell you why?” I push. 

“No, he already pay me, but permit me, can Noah leave with my family, it’s closer to the hospital and I promise, he will be well taken care of” she begged and I could only nod, my hands gripping the counter/ 

I felt the sensations, a more harder one and I fought every desperation to moan in front of Carl. “Are you alright?” she asked, holding my hands. 

“Yeah, you can take him now” I muttered, unable to be in this state with my younger brother. “I am going to bed, stressful night”I lied, sneaking out from behind Noah, to avoid his questions. 

I moan softly when I feel another wave of heat rush through me. I barely close the door and lean against it, my back pressing into the wood. My eyes shut tight. I can almost feel him right there, kneeling between my legs, his warm breath brushing over my inner thighs.

“Fuck,” I moan, already wet, my pussy dripping. My hands slide down slowly. They stop at the edge of my panties. I picture his fingers hooking into the fabric, helping me pull them down. So I do it myself. I slide them down my legs until they drop to the floor. My thighs spread wider, feet planted apart.

“Please,” I moan, the word slipping out like a plea. I want this feeling to stop, but my body keeps asking for more—more of him, more of this heat. My finger moves down. I circle my clit, slow and steady. The touch makes my hips twitch. I press a little harder, rubbing in small circles. My breath comes faster. I can almost feel his tongue there instead of my finger, licking the same spot.

I slide my finger lower and push it inside. My pussy grips it right away, wet and tight. I push in deeper, then pull back, starting a steady rhythm. Each thrust makes a soft, wet sound. My other hand moves up to my breast. I squeeze it, pinch the nipple, and moan again. My legs shake a little. I spread them even wider, wanting to feel more open.

I add a second finger. It stretches me. I push both fingers in deep, curling them a little each time they come out. My clit throbs. I rub it with my thumb while my fingers keep moving inside. My hips start to rock, meeting every thrust. The door behind me feels cool against my back, but the rest of me burns.

I picture him watching me. His eyes on my open legs, on my fingers sliding in and out. The thought makes me wetter. I pull my fingers out for a second and spread my pussy lips with two fingers so the air touches everything. Then I push them back in, harder this time. My moans get louder. I bite my lip but the sounds still come out.

My thumb keeps rubbing my clit in fast little circles. My fingers pump faster. My thighs tense and my toes curl against the floor. I can feel the wetness running down my skin. Every push makes my pussy clench around my fingers. I add a third finger. It feels full, almost too much, but I keep going. I fuck myself with three fingers now, deep and steady.

My free hand moves between my legs too. I use it to rub my clit while the other hand keeps thrusting. Both hands work at once. My breathing turns into short gasps. My hips buck forward. I lean harder against the door so I don’t fall. My legs are shaking more now. Sweat beads on my chest and stomach.

I imagine his mouth on me again—his tongue licking my clit while his fingers push inside. The picture makes me move faster. My fingers slam in and out. Wet sounds fill the small space by the door. My moans turn into broken little cries. My clit feels swollen under my thumb. Every rub sends sparks through me.

I slow down for a moment, dragging my fingers out almost all the way, then sliding them back in slow and deep. My pussy grips them tight each time. I do this a few more times, teasing myself. Then I speed up again. My thumb presses harder on my clit. My hips roll in little circles. I can feel the orgasm building, low in my belly, getting closer.

My fingers move quicker. My thumb rubs faster. My legs start to tremble hard. I spread them as wide as they go. My back arches off the door. My head tips back. A long, low moan leaves my throat. My pussy clenches around my fingers in tight pulses. Wetness coats my hand and drips down my thighs. I keep rubbing through it, drawing it out. My body shakes. My breath comes in ragged gasps.

When the waves finally slow, I ease my fingers out. They’re shiny and wet. I bring them to my mouth without thinking and lick them clean. The taste is sharp and warm. My legs feel weak. I slide down the door until I’m sitting on the floor, thighs still spread, panties around one ankle. My chest rises and falls fast. My pussy still throbs with little aftershocks.

I rest my head back against the door and close my eyes again. The room is quiet except for my breathing. My skin feels hot and sensitive. I can still picture him there between my legs, watching, waiting. My fingers twitch, wanting to touch again. I know I’m not done yet.