Keller presses the head of his cock against my ass. It’s not like last night. He hasn’t entered it with various large objects, preparing it for the intrusion. It’s not glistening with lube to ease it. It’s hard and huge and doesn’t feel like it could possibly fit.

“—not fair. She’s so shy. I certainly wouldn’t take that, so I fired back.”

Seeing his expression as he presses in, I understand that he likes this. He likes that it’s too tight, protesting against the pressure.

“—not so bad, really. Once they’re dealing with girls who can give as much as they take, the teasing is fun. But for Liv, it was more like bullying.”

“Not cool.”

It’s uncomfortable. Until it isn’t. I can’t explain how or why, but all of a sudden, my ring of muscles just abandons the fight, letting him in. He still enters me slowly, letting me feel every inch, every curve.

“—then, they saw me come back from Comic-Con, and they just have not let up since. Apparently, there’s something about seeing a chick in a Catwoman outfit that makes guys lose brain cells.”

His thumb presses hard on my clit, and my pussy clenches with need. I was so, so close to coming when he stopped to start fucking my ass. It feels betrayed.

“—anyway, yes. He likes to tease me. But he’s never made a move on me. Not a real one, you know?”

“Mmhmm.”

My hips hike up, seeking more contact with his thumb, and Keller shifts, grinding into the space between my legs.

“—not his type.”

I very much doubt that, but I also don’t care much right this second. He’s sliding in and out of my ass, a little faster at each thrust, and two fingers return to my needy pussy. They fuck me in tandem with his cock at first, and then, he changes the rhythm, entering me with his fingers when his cock’s almost completely out of my ass, the discordance ensuring I’m always so, so full.

It’s almost too much and yet at the same time, I need more. I should be fuller. My pussy craves more than fingers. My hips move to meet his, and I’m starting to think there’s no way Lily can’t hear my breathing, the slaps of his skin against mine as his pelvis hits my ass. But she keeps chatting away.

“—that kiss, from Saturday, you know. He basically gave me a peck, and then removed the stupid fake video. He just likes riling me up.”

“Good.”

So, so, so good.