Sneak

Oh, they were being bad. So bad. But, that's what made it so much fun.

She covered her mouth with both hands and muffled a gasp and a giggle as Lance nipped her side, grinning up at her as he slipped her panties off her hips, depositing them on his floor. They could hear the TV on in the other room and Megg chatting aimlessly with her new friend, blissfully oblivious to the fact that her best friend had slipped into her brother's room when they went to make popcorn.

If she knew, she probably would have yelled and called them a few choice names, or something of the sort. Regardless, she wouldn't be happy.
But, as she felt Lance's tongue against her thigh, she realized that she really, really didn't care. She only barely held back a moan as she tangled her fingers in his hair, wrapping her legs around his shoulders. He slipped one hand beneath her, to angle her up so he could reach properly. She felt the cold metal of his tongue ring flick against her sensitive bud, and couldn't hold back THAT moan. His teeth on her thigh warned her to keep quiet, though the pair outside the room certainly hadn't heard a thing. Canned sitcom laughter filled the room, and she lead his lips back where she wanted them.

He suckled and teased, slipping his tongue through her folds and flicking the ring, relishing the way she squirmed, desperate for more. She felt him grin against her as he moved his free hand, slipping one finger, then two, into her already slick warmth. Her response was a quiet moan, covered by more of the generic laughter of Megg's TV show. Joey and Monica began to argue about something, Megg's friend spoke, and Lance's fingers plunged deeper.
Oh, god, it wasn't fair. She didn't like having to keep quiet. It was torturous, and she let him know it, squirming around and pulling away. When she looked down, he was grinning, gripping her hips and pulling her back. She wasn't getting away from him; not until he decided to let her go. His lips returned and she clamped her hands over her mouth. Faster, harder, Lance's fingers moved, sending pleasure rocking through his girlfriend's slight form. He moved his hand and his mouth together, continuing the exquisite torture, until suddenly there was a hand at his waistband. It seemed the squirming had been more than just shivers. The mischievous look in her dark eyes sent a shiver down his spine, and it was that pause that gave her her opportunity. Pushing him back, she made short work of the little he was still wearing, gently stroking her fingernails along him. As if it hadn't been hard before, it sprung to life beneath her fingers. She wrapped her fingers around him, smiled, and pressed her lips to his.

“Lance should be home by now...” They heard Megg say. Beneath her, Lance grinned, looking over at the door. Kali's hand paused, and she stifled a giggle. “Maybe I should call his cell...”
“I'm sure he's fine.” Said her friend. “Besides, doesn't he usually stay out?”
“Yeah, but he usually tells me...”
“I wouldn't worry about it.”

“I wouldn't either.” Lance whispered, running a hand through Kali's hair. Gently, he lead her head down, and she only too happily obliged. Pink lips parted and slid down around him, her red hair spilling down over his shoulders. Up and down, her head bobbed; and it was his turn to gasp and shiver as she moved her tongue and her lips, keeping quiet by clamping down on his tongue. He looked down, briefly, and spotted the telltale smirk on his girlfriend's face as she slid her tongue up his member, flicking her tongue across the tip.
He couldn't take it. He had to have her.

She moved to take him in her mouth again, but he stopped her, easily pushing her back and rolling on top of her. She could feel him, in the vee of her thighs, brushing against her warmth, stroking through the silky folds around what he wanted.
“I love you.” She whispered in his ear, arms looped around his neck. He could feel her legs as she lifted them up, hooking them around his hips, breasts against his chest. He moved one hand down to her hips, running it down her smooth curves, pausing to fondle her breasts. He couldn't help but bow his head to capture one in his mouth, his tongue running over her nipples, caressing it. She whimpered and bucked her hips, alerting him to her impatience. Grinning, he nipped her softly before tangling a hand in her hair.

“I love you too.” He said to her; and then, she was around him. Warm, wet, as close as they could get. He filled her, pride swelling as she gasped and moaned. He didn't care about Megg and her friend hearing, not anymore. All that mattered was this girl, right now. Making her legs shake, making her scream his name. He wanted to hear it.
Bowing his head again, he captured her lips, their tongues tangling together. As he moved away, she stubbornly sucked on his bottom lip, loathe to let him get away. But he peppered kisses across her jaw, down her neck, to the base of her throat. Faster, harder, their bodies came together, a thin layer of sweat coating each of them. Hot and heady, lost in their lust, Lance moaned; he could feel it building, the climax he desired. But he wouldn't, not before she did.
Their hips rocked, and he buried his face in her breasts, stroking them with his tongue, returning to her mouth, to her throat. He wanted to taste her, all of her, all at once. She cried out beneath him, nails biting the tense muscles of his back as their bodies crashed together, her thighs tense around him. Her lips parted, as if she would speak, but she clamped them shut, gasping.
“Say it.” He growled, voice hoarse as he held himself back.
“N-n...” She gasped again, bucking up toward him, arching her back.
“Say it!”
“O-oh god.” Her voice rose as she clenched the sheets. “Oh my god, Lance, don't you dare stop-”
He fisted his hand in her hair and moaned with her as they twisted on his bed, tearing the covers off, tangling in them. He leaned back and held her down, her legs still hooked on his hips.
God, she was beautiful. Red hair spilling like fire across his pillows, pale cheeks flushed, plump lips open -
It made his stomach lurch, and he almost lost his control. Almost, but not quite. Pressing his hand against her mound, he swiped one thumb across her sensitive bud, grinning almost wolfishly when she cried out, arching up for more.
“It's close. It's so close.” She whispered. His thumb swiped her again and she held back a loud cry as something inside of her burst. Hot, and wet, it surged around him; and that was it. He couldn't take it any more. Doubling over her, he lost himself, all of his muscles contracting and surging at once.
“Lance.” Her voice was in his ear, out of breath, moaning as his seed mixed with her. He held himself up off of her, just barely, both of their chests heaving. She didn't want him to go, to pull out of her. Smiling, she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled close, letting him drop his full weight onto her.

They lay like that for a while; she wasn't sure how long it was, exactly, but at some point both of them noticed that all noise outside the room had ceased. The canned laughter was gone, and there was no noise from Megg, or her friend. Lance snickered as he realized it, looping one strong arm around Kali and rolling them both over so she lay on top of him. They were making a mess; he could feel it dripping down her thigh, onto his, down and onto the bedsheets. But, right now, he didn't particularly care.
“Think they heard us?” He asked lazily, stroking her thick hair. Her cheeks flushed the colour of the shining strands, and he laughed. Even after that, she was blushing.
“God damn, you're cute.” He growled, and kissed her forehead. It seemed that they were dismally bad at 'the quiet game'. But they were good, so good, at the rest.