Stealing Spree

Minutes passed under the blanket. Juri, having accepted how appropriate this situation was for us, demanded more. At one point, she had me slip my hand inside her shorts, feeling up her sacred place that was already wet from all the stimulation.

As my fingers traced her folds slowly, teasing the swollen nub until she whimpered against my neck, Juri’s hips instinctively moved into my touch. At the same time, she bit on my neck to prevent her voice from escaping.

“Ruki… don’t stop,” She whispered, voice muffled and shaky as she ground down harder on my hand, letting my fingers soak in her love juices.

I circled her clit with deliberate care and watched her body shudder in pleasure.

“Ahn~” Her voice managed to escape despite her attempt to clamp her mouth shut on my neck. Due to that, she buried her face further as if by doing so, it would have a greater effect.

Luckily for her, the blanket trapped the sound, turning it into this intimate little echo that made my cock throb harder against her.

Although I couldn’t see it directly, her sacred place was slick and swollen, clenching around nothing every time my thumb brushed over her clit.

Watching her become this unraveled compared to when I was watching her model for that magazine, wearing glamorous outfits that accentuated her perfect figure, felt surreal.

Back then, she was all cool poise and untouchable elegance, commanding the camera like she owned the room. Now? She was trembling in my arms, hips rocking desperately against my fingers, chasing every spark of pleasure like she’d been starving for my touch.

Juri’s breath came in hot little puffs against my neck, each one shakier than the last as I started prodding her narrow entrance and teasing it alongside her clit.

Due to that, Juri’s body quivered even more intensely. If Setsuna-nee was watching us outside this blanket, she’d see how the fabric tented and shifted from Juri’s frantic movements. The subtle outline of our bodies entangled with each other would be like a silhouette in a fever dream.

But knowing Setsuna-nee, she wouldn’t dare pull the blanket off. Or rather, she’d rather wait and scold me later than become a witness to whatever we were doing here.

The quiet on her side felt charged now. I don’t know if she’s holding her breath and waiting to see how far we’d go.

Nevertheless, Juri didn’t seem to care anymore.

With her moan failing to be contained, she gradually lifted her upper body slightly by pressing her hands on my chest before grinding harder against my fingers, chasing that building pressure.

“Ruki… what is this? Y-you’re too great at this, aren’t you?”

Although her head was already consumed by the pleasure, Juri’s words still contained praise for me.

I moved my other hand from her ass to her back, pressing her down so I could reach her perky cherries that were begging to be teased.

“Is that a discovery for you? This is just the start, you know?”

“… I know. During the camping trip, those girls… especially Shizu. You brought her behind that tree and…”

Juri’s voice trailed off into a breathy whimper as my mouth closed around one stiff nipple, sucking gently at first before grazing it with my teeth just hard enough to make her jolt.

Her whole body arched into me, hips grinding down harder on my fingers as they continued teasing her sensitive entrance, dipping in shallowly to feel her clench greedily around them.

“Ruki… ahh… don’t… don’t stop,” She gasped, her voice cracking as her arm hooked around my head, clutching a clump of my hair like she needed something to anchor herself.

I didn’t plan on stopping. I switched to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention while my thumb circled her clit in tight, relentless strokes.

Juri’s thighs trembled around my hand, her sacred place soaking my fingers as she rocked desperately as she neared her peak.

The blanket trapped the heat between us, making everything feel more intense. The muffled sounds of her moans, the wet slide of my fingers across her puffy slit and the soft creak of the bed beneath us. It all blended into this intimate little bubble where nothing existed but her unraveling in my arms.

She was close. I could feel it in the way her walls fluttered wildly, in the way she sucked in her breath and her hips stuttered against my hand.

“Come for me, Juri,” I murmured against her skin as I pushed my finger in, just enough to curl it to a spot that could make her see stars.

And that did it.

Juri shattered with a sharp, muffled cry against my shoulder, her whole body seizing as her orgasm ripped through her. Her sacred place clamped down hard around my finger, pulsing in waves that dragged out every last shudder until she was limp and panting against me.

I kept my touch gentle, easing her through it with slow strokes until the aftershocks faded and she melted completely, forehead pressed to mine, eyes glassy and dazed.

“Ruki…” She whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked in the best way. “… Have I become shameless?”

I chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her trembling lips. “No. You’ve become lewder though. But I love seeing you like this. Completely undone because of me.”

Juri’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she shifted slightly, her hand sliding down between us to palm the bulge still straining against my pants.

“My turn,” She murmured, eyes gleaming with that familiar mischief despite the post-orgasm haze. “You’ve been patient enough.”

Juri’s fingers were already working my belt open, zipper sliding down with deliberate slowness that made the sound echo louder than it should in our little cocoon.

The blanket trapped the heat of her breath as she shifted lower, lips brushing my stomach while her hand slipped inside my pants, wrapping around my cock with a confident grip as if recalling that time she got a hold of it.

She pulled me free slowly, thumb swiping over the tip to spread the bead of pre-cum already leaking there, making me groan softly. I couldn’t help it. The stimulation from watching her do this was too much.

“Shh,” She whispered as her tongue darted out for a quick, teasing lick along the underside. “We have an audience, remember? Or do you want Setsu to hear how good I make you feel?”

This girl, she’s now this bold, huh? Have I corrupted her this much?

No. Probably not. This was her way to show her affection for me. To pamper me just the same way I pampered her. However, she’s about to do this for the first time.

As I thought of that, Juri’s eyes met mine in the dim light under the blanket, gleaming with that wicked satisfaction she got from unraveling me piece by piece.

“Ruki, how do I do this? Can you… guide me?”

Her voice was soft, a little uncertain now that she was faced with it up close. The cool confidence cracked, revealing that shy, curious side she rarely let anyone see.

Mhm. I figured as much. She’s always been the type to hold back until she’s sure.

I reached down, threading my fingers gently through her hair.

“Slow at first,” I said, my voice sounding a little rough from how worked up she’d already gotten me. “Use your tongue first. Explore. Whatever feels right. I’m already yours, Juri. You can’t do it wrong.”

Her cheeks flushed deeper at that, but the uncertainty in her eyes melted into determination. She nodded once, then leaned in, breath ghosting over the tip before her tongue peeked out again, tasting me properly.

The first real swipe made my hips twitch as a moan slipped out before I could stop it.

Juri paused, glancing up with those wide, curious eyes like she was checking if that was good or bad.

“Keep going,” I covered my mouth while caressing her cheek. “That was perfect.”

Emboldened, she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking softly, experimentally, tongue swirling like she was memorizing every ridge and vein of my cock.

Her hand stayed at the base, stroking slowly in time with her mouth as she took me deeper, inch by inch, until she found her limit and pulled back with a soft, wet sound.

Who said she needed guidance? She’s already doing it perfectly.

Soon, she did it again, faster this time, as her confidence built up with every hum of approval I couldn’t hold back.

The blanket muffled everything, turning the sloppy sounds and my ragged breathing into this private little symphony just for us.

Juri’s free hand slid down my balls, squeezing them lightly as she found a rhythm – slow, deep strokes with her mouth, twisting her hand at the base, tongue pressing flat against the underside on every pull back.

She was a fast learner. Or was it because she’s been thinking about this all this time? I couldn’t tell. But it’s Juri. She was someone who always had this cool and almost aloof exterior, but at the same time, she’s the mature and caring type. She probably studied this for me. Especially for me.