Mile High Club

Ch. 2

Josh and Liv had moved to lay on their stomachs on the floor of the cabin, intently reading chapter after chapter, picturing their own characters going at it with the detailed scenes and imagery the author had played out for them.

Their upper arms were pressed together, their feet knocking together every so often and accidentally tangling with one another every now and then, and only the light from the device shared between them illuminating their faces.

Nini's POV

I pushed Ricky against the wall, causing us both to stand under the showerhead, hot water falling down on us both.

"Neens," Ricky breathed out, gripping his hands on my waist.

I let out a sharp breath, an electric shock running through my body, "Shhh. We can't let my mom's hear."

Josh looked up from the device ever so subtly and looked over his shoulder at the two sleeping figures behind them, just making sure there was no sign of them waking up anytime soon. The idea of their show-runner and her mom being so close, just like their characters in the story (with Nini's mom's anyway), making him just a little uneasy, yet turned on at the same time. It was very risqué, and this alone time he was getting with Olivia was rare. He wanted it to last as long as possible.

He swallowed hard when felt Liv's eyes on him for a split second before he looked back down and began to read the story again, temporarily ignoring Liv's eyes on him for lack of knowing what to say before she joined him again.

"They're home!?" He practically yelled, and I threw my hand over his mouth again.

"Yes! Be quiet," I said quietly before taking my hand off of his mouth, "Just relax, baby."

He looked me in the eyes, looking like he wanted to say something; but instead he pressed his lips against mine quickly before moving them down to my neck. I ran my fingers through his wet hair while he worked at my neck, his hands moving up and down my body while his lips began sucking my skin.

I tugged on his hair and bit my lip, "Mmm, Ricky."

"Nini," he said huskily while moving his lips up to my ear, "You see what you do to me?"

He took my hand and dragged it down the front of his body, his mouth still up against my ear, breathing hard. My breath started to get uneven as he inched my hand lower and lower until he finally placed it on his hard cock. I bit my lip harder than I had before when I felt the touch of how hard I made him in my hand. I grasped my fingers around his shaft and gave it a small squeeze. Taking a step back, I watched Ricky's reaction as I began stroking him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was partially open, while his head was leaned up against the wall.

"Fuck... Baby..." he said, almost inaudibly. It sent shivers up my spine.

"Language!" I mock scolded, but still quivered at the vulgar language and tone that was coming out of his mouth.

He didn't say anything, but instead he moved his hands up to the front of my body and cupped my breasts in his hands. I inhaled sharply when he started kneading them slowly; it felt so good, but I needed more. While he kept massaging my breasts, I took the head of his cock and began stroking it along my folds slowly. The look on Ricky's face turned me onto an all knew high. Not only did I get pleasure from him, I got pleasure from seeing what I do to him.

The fact that I could make him, of all people, like this, gave me a feeling of power and dictatorship in a way. I loved it.

I kept stroking his dick up and down my folds, rubbing his head over my clit every now and then. The pleasure was starting to get to me and I could hardly bear it anymore. When I stroked him over my clit again, I let out a soft moan, which caused him to groan.