Stealing Spree

Juri’s fingers tangled tighter in my hair as our kiss deepened once more. This time, there was no more holding back just like outside and in the elevator.

Her lips were so eager and demanding, tasting faintly of the mint tea she set aside for this and every little hum she let out vibrated straight through me. The way her body pressed closer, thighs shifting to gradually straddle my lap without breaking contact, made it clear she wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.

I slid my hands up her back, fingers splaying over the warm skin beneath her blouse, feeling the subtle arch of her spine as she melted into me.

The room’s quiet was broken only by the soft rustle of fabric and our mingled breaths, the faint creak of the bed under us felt like a secret soundtrack.

When we pulled apart temporarily, Juri’s eyes had been glowing with satisfaction, while her lips became slightly swollen as they glistened under my gaze. She rested her forehead against mine, a tiny, satisfied smile curving her mouth.

“Mhm. You’re really here, huh? In our room, no less.” She whispered again, like she still couldn’t quite believe it. Her fingers traced my jaw, then down to my collar, tugging playfully. “I thought I’d have to kidnap you myself.”

“Kidnap me? With what, your camera and a roll of film?” I teased, nipping at her bottom lip just to hear that soft gasp again.

My hands settled on her hips, thumbs brushing the edge of her shorts. “Though I wouldn’t mind being tied up if it’s you doing it.”

Juri’s laugh was low and breathy, her thighs squeezing my sides as she shifted closer.

“Pervert. But… maybe later. For now…” She glanced over her shoulder at Setsuna-nee, who was still facing the wall with her arms crossed tight, pretending to be asleep or ignoring us entirely. “We should probably not make too much noise or she’d be too uncomfortable.”

“You think so? Well then, why don’t we… lie down and hide in your blanket?” I playfully suggested but my voice was loud enough for Setsuna-nee-san to hear.

Do I want to see her reacting to it? Obviously. However, it’d be great if she didn’t. After all, no matter how hot it will be underneath her blanket at this time of the day, nothing beats being able to hold her like this without restraint.

Juri’s eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief as she caught on immediately.

She bit her lower lip to stifle a giggle, then leaned in close enough that her breath tickled my ear.

“Bold, Ruki. I like it,” She whispered, her voice dropping to a sultry tone, one that seemed to fit with her cool and calm persona. “But if we do that, I won’t be responsible for what happens under there, alright?”

“Nor will I,” I replied before winking at her.

And with that, while still holding her on my lap, I leaned back slowly until my head hit the soft pillow, pulling Juri down with me in one smooth motion.

She let out this surprised squeak that turned into a breathless laugh as she braced her hands on either side of my head, greyish-purple hair cascading down like a curtain around us.

The blanket was folded neatly at the foot of the bed.

Juri reached for it without looking, fingers fumbling until she caught the edge and yanked it up over us in one quick tug.

The fabric settled over our bodies like a cocoon, muffling the light and turning the world into just the two of us. Warm, close and hidden.

Underneath, Juri shifted immediately, straddling me properly now, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my hips.

Her blouse had ridden up even higher, exposing the smooth plane of her navel and the soft curve where her waist flared into her hips.

I slid my hands up her thighs as I traced the hem of her shorts until I felt the heat radiating from her sacred place.

“Ruki…” She breathed my name like a warning and a plea all at once, rocking forward just enough to grind herself against the growing bulge in my pants.

We had already gotten a little further than this during the camping trip. But that was with Arisa, Izumi and Shizu. For her to respond naturally like this, she must’ve been thinking about having me all to herself.

The friction made us both groan softly, the sound swallowed by the blanket and the thick tension between us.

I tugged her blouse higher, bunching it up until it caught under her arms, then pulled it over her head in one motion.

She helped, lifting her arms so it came off easily, leaving her in just that lacy black bra that cupped her perfectly. Despite the dimness underneath this blanket, the lingerie looked like it came straight out of a magazine with the model wearing it.

“Stop staring, pervert… But I like how you looked so focused on me.” She whispered, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

And there she goes, her usual absurd praises directed to me. She’s always going to find something to praise me with.

“Why not? Can I not admire my girl? Or is this too much for you? I mean… you’re expecting this much, right?”

“… I do. But Ruki. Are you not concerned about Setsu?”

“I am. Isn’t that why I suggested hiding in the blanket?”

“R-right.” The young woman nodded before giggling softly.

Her breasts pressed against my chest as she leaned down again, kissing me hard, tongue sliding against mine like she was starving for the taste of me.

I responded by firmly holding her squishy pair behind, pressing her further on me. Juri couldn’t help a soft moan to escape her lips as her head burrowed into the crook of my neck while her hips started grinding on me.

Meanwhile, the room outside our little blanket cocoon stayed suspiciously quiet.

No dramatic sighs. No pillow projectiles. Just the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional creak of the other bed as Setsuna-nee shifted.

She was definitely listening. I could sense her attention prickling the air like static.

But she didn’t interrupt. Not yet.

Juri noticed it too. She pulled back slightly to meet my eyes in the dim light under the blanket, her lips curved in that wicked little smirk that always meant trouble.

“She’s pretending to ignore us,” She playfully whispered. “But I bet she’s dying over there.”

I slid my hands up her back, fingers tracing the clasp of her bra until she shivered. “Then let’s give her something to ignore.”

Juri’s eyes widened slightly as she felt the hook coming undone with one flick, the lace falling away between us.

As the straps slid down from her arms, the cups released her perky valley, her pink cherries already stiff from all the stimulation.

“P-pervert. What if… what if she pulls the blanket off of us? Won’t we be caught?” She stuttered slightly but the way she leaned down, pressing her bare body on me and squirming slightly, told me she’s not exactly bothered by it.

“Don’t you know Setsuna-nee well enough? She won’t. Besides… Juri. Don’t you want me to focus on you alone? I’ll deal with the aftermath later. For now, let me pamper you and make up for the days I haven’t been near you.”

Juri bit her lips as her face turned crimson. My words shot straight through her heart, making her eyes glisten slightly with that mix of affection and desire.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned down and kissed me again, slower this time, like she was savoring every second now that we were hidden away in our little world.

Her bare breasts pressed against my chest, nipples dragging across my shirt with every subtle shift of her hips.

The friction made her moan come out more, a tiny, needy sound that went straight to my cock, already straining against my pants. Even after all I did with Yayoi-san and Mina, I was once again at full mast.

I slid my hands down to her ass again, gripping tight as I guided her grinding, letting her feel exactly how hard she’d made me.

Juri broke the kiss with a soft gasp, burying her face in my neck as her hips rolled harder, chasing that pressure against her clit through the thin layers still between us.

“Ruki… ahh… you’re too much,” She whispered against my skin, voice trembling with that cool facade finally crumbling completely. “I’ve been thinking about this… Touching myself while imagining your hands on me. Wondering how it will feel when we finally do it.”

This girl… Look at how I corrupted her. She’s someone who tends to say ‘inappropriate’ when it comes to this thing. But now, I haven’t heard her say it once.

“You don’t have to imagine… When you’re ready, I’ll help you realize it.”

“Un. Pervert. That’s inappropriate, isn’t it?”

And just when I said I hadn’t heard her say it once, it resurfaced this time. Unfortunately, she used that like a mask that was instantly burned by her flaring blush.

“Inappropriate if we just bring it up in an ordinary conversation. But right now? With the two of us like this? It’s just appropriate.”

“Oh. You’re right.” Juri bit her lips as her smile turned more alluring, like that time on the camping trip when she had me suck on her breasts while straddling my lap.