summer kisses winter tears

“We have to be quick before they notice,” you tell her as she keeps kissing you down your neck. 

“Mhm, I’m all yours.” She squeezes your ass, the grinding growing needier. 

You smile against her skin and slide one hand down between your bodies, pushing up under her skirt until your fingers brush against her panties. She’s already soaked through them, desperate from all that grinding. 

“Yeah? All mine?” you whisper, hooking your fingers around the fabric and tugging it aside. 

Jean nods fast, her breath hitching when you press two fingers against her slick folds. You push them inside her nice and fast, curling just right, and start pumping in a steady rhythm that makes her thighs shake around your leg. 

“Ah!” she whimpers, biting her lip hard but it doesn’t stop the little noises spilling out. She gets so whiny like this, her usual cool attitude melting away until she’s just needy and soft for you. “Please… please, baby.”

“Shh, quiet,” you whisper, lips brushing her ear as you speed up your fingers, fucking her deeper. The wet sounds are loud in the tiny cubicle, but you can’t help it. “Can’t be loud, remember? The team’s right out there. Joseph would lose his mind if he heard you moaning like a slut for me.”

She whimpers again, louder this time, burying her face in your neck. Her hips rock down to meet every thrust, not thinking about anything except chasing your hand “I-I can’t… feels too good… please don’t stop!”

You chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to her temple while your thumb finds her clit and rubs tight circles. “My pretty girl gets all stupid when I fuck her, huh?” You praise her in the same breath. “Doing so good for me too. Taking my fingers like that… getting them all messy.”

Jean’s legs tremble harder, her tits pressed tight against yours with every shaky breath. She’s clutching your shoulders now, nails digging in as she tries to stay quiet, but the little “please, please, please” keeps tumbling out between gasps. You curl your fingers again, hitting that spot that always makes her fall apart, and she sobs against your skin.

“That’s it, cum for me,” you coo, mocking her gently. “But be good and stay quiet, okay? Don’t wanna get caught with my hand between your legs.”

She nods frantically, but the second you pick up the pace, pounding your fingers into her fast and deep, she cums hard. Her whole body jerks, thighs clamping around your hand as she soaks your fingers and drips down your wrist. A choked moan escapes before she bites your shoulder to muffle it, trembling through every wave.

When she finally sags against you, breathing heavily, you pull your hand free and bring your shiny fingers to your lips, tasting her with a little grin.

“Good girl,” you whisper, kissing her softly. 

“I-I’m sorry hah tried not to be loud, I promise,” she says quickly, still breathless. 

You kiss her lips again, then her cheek and nose. “It’s okay, baby. C’mon, lemme fix your skirt before someone knocks.”