I kiss across her collarbone to the opposite side, repeating the same action, sliding her dress down her arms. Her breasts pop out. I’m about to get excited, because I love nipples. Especially nice ones. I guess it’s different for every guy. Some guys like huge tits, some guys don’t. Some guys care more about legs, or asses, or other body parts. I like the entire package, and I like things proportional. If Lily had huge boobs, she wouldn’t look right. And hers aren’t bee stings or anything. She’s definitely a woman; they stand up on their own. We’re talking a solid B cup. I’m good with that.

And just like every other part of her, Lily’s nipples are delicate. Except right now they’re covered with Band-Aids. “Uh…”

“Oh, shit!” She covers her boobs.

I pull her hands away and watch her cheeks turn pink. “What’s going on here?”

“I didn’t want to have obvious nip-ons.”

I quirk a brow, and she raises one back.

“Nipple hard-ons.”

“Right. I must have missed that lesson in sex ed.”

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t need any of those lessons,” she mutters and picks at the edge of a Band-Aid.

“Want some help with that?”

“I got it.” She presses her palm above her chest and tears the Band-Aid off.

I cringe. “Go easy on those.”

“It’s fine.” She pinches her nipple. “See?”

“Don’t be so rough. I’m having sympathy pains.” I push her hand out of the way and cup her breast, whispering, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.”

Lily barks out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

Her laugh turns into a groan when I cover her nipple with my mouth and give a good hard suck. Her hands go to my hair, and she pulls the tie, setting it free. I lick and nibble, then use my teeth on the very tip.

Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Don’t you dare!”

I glance up and put the tiniest bit of pressure on her very hard, very pert nipple.

“Randy.” It sounds like a warning, but also like maybe she wants me to bite her.

I don’t. I kiss the tip and give my attention to the other still-bandage-covered nipple. I’m careful as I peel the adhesive off. Then I go ahead and suck on that one, too. I peek up to check on Lily. Her eyes have that soft, glazed look about them. Her plush lips are parted, and her knees press hard against my sides. I bet if I move in a little closer she’ll start rubbing on me.

I lick around her nipple, then do that almost-bite thing again. Her jaw snaps shut, and she shifts her hips.

“We’re gonna have so much fucking fun tonight, Lily. You don’t even know.”

“Oh, I think I might.”

I cover her mouth with mine, rolling her nipples between my fingers. I give a little pinch. She shrieks and grips my wrists.

I pull her closer, my lips on her neck, by her ear. “You don’t like that?” I bite the lobe and grind my hips against hers.

Any kind of protest dies. Lily latches her legs around my back and does exactly what I expect her to: she starts rubbing on me, all sinew and heat. She takes my face in her hands and pulls me down. My teeth hit her lip, and I taste salt and copper.

“You okay?”

She makes a noise and pushes on my chest, looking around the pristine space. “Seriously. Why do we always end up in bathrooms?”

“I have no idea. Let’s go get naked on the bed, since that’s the reason we left the other bathroom.”

“Way better plan.”

I open the door and hit the light. Lily turns it back on, so I turn it off again. “We’re trying to be incognito here, aren’t we?”

“But I can’t see anything.”

“Your eyes will adjust.” I lace our fingers and take a few steps toward the bed. At the sound of voices in the hallway I pause; it’s Lance and Tash. He sounds pissed.

“Is someone fighting?” Lily whispers. She doesn’t seem too concerned and starts unbuttoning my dress shirt.

“It’s Tash and Lance. Apparently they’re banging each other,” I whisper back. A door slams, followed by the heavy tread of feet moving away.

“The hot chick who was feeling up your face earlier? The one with the rack?” She’s on the fourth button.

“Tash doesn’t have a rack.”

“Everyone has a rack compared to me.”

I palm her tits. “See this?”

She glances down. “They were so impressive when I was twelve.”

Her nipples peek out between my index and middle fingers. “Your boobs are awesome. You don’t have to wear a bra, and there isn’t even any silicone keeping them up.”

“That’s because there’s nothing to keep up.”

I lean in until our lips are almost touching. “Take a fucking compliment, Lily.”

All the bravado drops, and she looks almost innocent. “Sorry. I’m not used to hearing nice things about my boobs. Benji used to make fun of my lack of chest.”

“That guy is a fucking idiot.” I’m way out of my usual zone. Bunnies aren’t self-conscious. I get now why Miller was so adamant about being careful. That ex-boyfriend of hers has done some damage. My job now is to undo what I can without getting too involved.

As it stands, I’m happy to be Lily’s rebound. We can have some fun times before she finds a guy who will give her what she needs, which is more than a good dose of cock.