Looking for somewhere quiet

They crept away from the masses that took up the main floor and made their way to the stairs. Glancing around at the other guests like they were doing something they weren’t supposed to. Jacob likely didn’t care who did what in his parents' vacation cabin; that was kind of the point of hosting the party here, but there was something undeniably thrilling about having sex with your girlfriend in a house full of strangers.

The upstairs hallway was narrow, and the carpet was dated, but not terribly worn down. Jillian tried the first door. Locked. Then she tried the second one and the knob turned. She pulled him in and shut it behind them with a soft click that felt louder than it was.

It was a guest room. Not huge. A twin bed, messy from whoever had been there earlier. There was a faint smell of weed and detergent lingering in the room. One string of fairy lights was plugged in over a mirror, like someone tried to make it cute, but put very little effort into it.

Noah was still looking around the room when Jillian abruptly spun on her heel toward him and kissed him.

It was a slow and hot, and deliberate sort of kiss. Her mouth tasted citrusy with the slightest bite of ****. He felt her weight shift forward, pressing her chest, solid but warm, against his. Her fingers curled in the collar of his shirt, tugging him just low enough to kiss him deeper.

She kissed him like she was trying to distract herself. Like she may have been nervous. Nervous for the first time since he’d met her.

He slid his hands down her back, over the tight lines of her waist, until he hit the curve of her hips and lower. She was soft there. Heavy in the way he couldn’t stop thinking about. Her ass filled his hands a bubble out from gaps in fingers—fat and plush and round, all marbled muscle wrapped in silk. She made a tiny sound in her throat when he grabbed her tighter, like it surprised her, and she liked it.

They half-fell onto the bed. A giggle escaped her throat, girlish and sharp, and Noah felt his heart flutter in his chest. She wasn’t just hot. She had this weird, chaotic, cartoonishly sweet nature about her that made him want to protect her and ruin her all at once.

They rolled through the sheets, and Jillian was straddling him, her thighs spread wide and warm, her hair falling forward around them like a curtain. Her hands went under his shirt, nails scraping lightly across his stomach, making his breath hitch.

“Are you ready for this?” she asked softly.

He felt like he was smiling too widely. Noah exhaled and nodded.

She grinned back. Then she leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time, hips starting to move against his. Pressing her pussy against the growing bulge in jeans. The pressure was almost teasingly light, but he could feel how hot she was all the way through the layers of clothes. She moved like she was hungry for it.

She sat up a moment, peeling away the mesh shirt that she wore over her the crop top. He could see the outline of her nipple piercings beneath the cotton, and he fought the urge to reach up and pinch them between his fingers.

Instead, Noah stared.

Then she shimmed out her crop top, the pale flesh coming into view inches at a time, until it was gone. Her silver nipple piercings glinted in the fairy lights. Topless, Jillian was nothing special, skinny with little studded pink nubbins on her chest, it wasn’t until she turned around then it was game over. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her topless, but this was different.

He met her towards the end of his final semester, and everything seemed to happen so fast. Now he finally had a moment to breathe.

She let him look. Let him run his hands up her sides and over the small swell of her chest, thumbs tracing the rings of each piercing, her breath hitching again.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice hoarse with lust.

Jillian folded her lower lip between her teeth, biting back a grin and nodded.

That’s all it took.

The rest of their clothes came off in clumsy, urgent layers. His shirt hit the lamp. Her skirt got stuck on one ankle. She laughed again, bright and messy, and he kissed her so she wouldn’t stop. He didn’t want to think. He just wanted to feel. And she was all heat and softness and sharp curves. Her thighs clamped around his hips like she was claiming him. Her mouth on his neck. Her fingers tight in his hair. His hand found her ass again and she arched into him like a reflex.

His cock was rock hard and aching. This was new territory. They hadn’t gone this far before. He wanted it bad.