Stealing Spree

My free hand slipped under the hem of her negligee, cupping her squishy mounds as I tried to hold back my approaching climax.

Azusa broke the kiss with a shaky exhale before pressing her forehead to mine.

“If you cum on my hand, I’ll kill you,” She hissed as though telling me to keep holding it back until she’s ready to go down there.

“Then where do you want it, senpai? On your stomach? Or should I paint that pretty negligee you wore just to tempt me? Or maybe, inside?”

Letting that last option trail a bit, I watched her eyes flash in an annoyed and aroused way before closing them as she whispered.

“Inside… my mouth. And you better not make a sound when you do. I’m still mad you forgot about me last night.”

This girl… Was that an intentional pause? Did she consider wanting me inside her? Well, she probably did. After all, we almost did it last night. It was because she was too nervous that I ended up telling her to take it slowly and we didn’t have to rush it.

Azusa slid down my body like she was doing a secret mission. Too careful not to shake the bed. Her negligee rode up just enough to flash the pale curve of her ass before she arrived between my legs. Then, she glanced behind her to grab the blanket that had been forgotten, covering herself with it.

I watched as she hovered over my proud junior. Her breath ghosted over the head of my cock, and every rational thought evaporated within me.

Hanabi was still dead to the world, one arm flung over my chest, her soft snores tickling my neck. I threaded my fingers through her hair on pure reflex, holding her steady while also sliding her down slightly to give Azusa as much space to do what she’s planning to do.

The last thing I needed was both of them fighting over morning rights while I was already hanging by a thread. Well, they could do it together but I still didn’t want to disturb the goofball’s peaceful dream.

In any case, Azusa didn’t waste time.

Her tongue darted out for a quick, teasing swipe across the tip that collected the bead of pre-cum that accumulated again.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning. She hummed pleasantly like she was tasting victory, then took me in. She deliberately clasped her lips at the tip to give me the sensation of slowly sliding into her tight mouth.

She took her time sinking down, sliding until she couldn’t anymore before eventually swirling her tongue to taste me completely.

I could feel every inch of that velvet heat and my hips jerked before I could stop them.

She pulled off just enough to reprimand me, “I said no moving, shameless junior.”

Really, what’s the point of covering herself in a blanket? The bulge of her body was totally visible. Moreover, the way her head started bobbing up and down as she sucked on me could never hide the obscenity hiding beneath it.

The way she moved her head this time was like she was trying to punish me and worship me at the same time.

And because of that, I was losing it fast. My hand tightened in Hanabi’s hair without meaning to, and the goofball stirred with a tiny confused noise, lips smacking in her sleep.

Perhaps understanding that the girl could wake up at any moment, Azusa looked up through the veil of the blanket, blue and narrowed and blazing. She took me deeper as obscene sounds started filling the room.

She wasn’t going to stop until I reached my climax.

That’s why I also focused on it. I kept my gaze on her, admiring her dedication and stubbornness as the pleasure continued mounting.

And then with one last dip, the vibration shot coming from her throat shot straight to my balls.

That was it.

I came with a strangled breath. I barely managed to swallow my moan as my cock pulsated hard against her tongue.

Azusa didn’t flinch. She swallowed every drop like it was her birthright. The squeaky sound as she sucked it clean made my hips shake even further. Only when I stopped quivering did she pull off with a soft, obscene pop, licking her lips like a cat who’d stolen the cream and wanted me to know it.

She crawled back up, blanket rustling, and collapsed against my side again, pressing her smug little smile into my neck.

“Better,” She whispered, voice husky and way too pleased with herself. “Now you owe me twice as much tonight. Don’t you dare forget again.”

I could only shake my head as I pulled her in my embrace again before whispering, “I won’t. And next time you lose against me, I’ll fill you up deep inside. Not just your mouth.”

“Y-you pervert,” Azusa stuttered and the way her body melted against mine told me she wasn’t actually mad. If anything, she pressed closer, her thigh sliding deliberately over my cock like she was already marking her territory for later.

Her cheeks were burning. I could feel the heat radiating off them as her face was buried in my neck. That haughty mask she loved to wear had cracked clean in half, leaving only the soft, flustered girl underneath who still couldn’t quite believe she’d just sucked me off under a blanket while Hanabi snored two inches away.

I chuckled low, the sound rumbling in my chest. “You’re the one who just swallowed me whole, senpai. Pretty sure that makes you the bigger pervert here.”

She pinched my side hard enough to sting. “Shut up. I was being considerate. You were practically poking a hole through the sheets. Next time, you have to beg me for it.”

“Mhm. Very considerate.” I turned my head just enough to kiss her forehead. “Thank you, senpai. I needed that. But it seems I still can’t leave with Hanabi still sleeping. You can go down first. Don’t you need to wash that off?”

“Psh. It’s your… fault for tasting so annoyingly good,” Azusa muttered before rolling her eyes and swiping the traces left on the corner of her lips.

After deliberating for a moment, she made the decision to stand up and roll out of bed.

Upon climbing down, she glanced down at us before saying, “I get it. Now that goofball has a chance to have you all to herself. Really, can’t you just be honest about your intentions, shameless junior?”

I couldn’t help the low laugh that rumbled out of me. “You’re right. I should also give her the chance. Right, senpai?”

“Hmph. Insatiable bastard.” She rolled her eyes again. She already noticed. My cock that she had just sucked off was still standing proudly.

Not wanting to argue anymore, Azusa padded barefoot toward the door, her negligee swaying around her thighs like she owned the room. Then, she paused at the threshold just long enough to shoot me one last glare over her shoulder, equal parts tsundere pride and flushed embarrassment, before stepping out of the room.

The soft click of the door shutting behind her felt final like she’d just handed me off to Hanabi with a haughty little bow.

Mhm. Beneath her queenly attitude that refused to be beaten by anyone else was a very sweet girl who would not be embarrassed at claiming what she considered hers.