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The bits of praise Silco gave Jinx as they talked over breakfast warmed her down to her toes.
Or maybe the warmth was from the heavily sweetened herbal tea she’d been drinking.
Either way, Jinx still felt warm and tingly — especially low in her belly — by the time Silco left their apartment above the Last Drop. He’d gone to check in with an enforcer who was in his pocket and would likely have news about her ex sister.
Hopefully Vi would be out of her hair for good. That’s what she needed, after all... Right?
Ugh. She couldn’t think about the possibilities right now. She’d done enough of that yesterday (along with way more than enough crying), and likely would again upon Silco’s return with news. It was better to focus on the heat inside her.
And she knew the solution to that.
Jinx padded to the bedroom and locked the door behind her. She stripped naked, grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and laid it down on her side of the bed. (Ok, not her side, but where she’d slept last night—Silco had said he’d have a bedroom set up for her up in the apartment, but last night she’d convinced him to share the bed with her instead of sleeping on the couch. She hadn’t wanted to be alone, especially not in such a big bed.)
It wasn’t typical of her to plan setup for masturbation, but she also didn’t typically masturbate in someone else’s bed. (Not without knowing they wouldn’t mind, anyway. Vi had thought it was hot when Powder did that.)
An idea struck, and Jinx looked for the clothes Silco had worn last night. She found the pajamas, and, feeling bold, brought them to her face and inhaled deeply. Unfortunately as he’d bathed not long before bed, only a faint bit of his scent — whiskey, cigars, shimmer, SILCO — remained. But she did bring the pajamas into bed with her, set them on his pillow, and sat her naked butt on the towel. Then she lay back and rolled partly onto her side, turning her head to inhale his faintly lingering scent from pillow and pajamas. And then she started to touch herself.
She plucked at her nipples with one hand, back and forth, lightly cupping her mound with the other. Fingers teasing through sparse pubic hair, then dipping lower, tracing along her already slightly engorged pussy lips. First contact between delicate fingers and heated wet flesh made her gasp, then, she pressed further. Started rubbing.
Jinx kept her eyes closed as she touched herself, thinking of how Silco had touched her. So far, only in ways that were probably innocent. Or at least he’d have plausible deniability if he claimed them as such when asked. A few ways though? Had gone into her spank bank.
Silco’s hand on her throat, after she’d leaned into his touch when he’d felt her pulse — because it had made her think of her ex sister’s hand around her throat when making her come. She’d asked him to hold his hand there for a moment — she’d not dared request he squeeze. She hadn’t said why, and he hadn't asked. But she’d felt the need to overwrite the pain of thinking of Vi at the sensation.
Silco’s hand on the small of her back. Which he’d removed when she’d claimed ticklishness, but she’d secretly meant it was arousing. It had tickled too, but… what had his intention really been? No matter. She kept it in mind all the same.
Silco’s gaze landing on her chest, feeling like a caress—briefly, before he quickly looked away—at breakfast, when she’d entered the room in a thin tank top that exposed the delicate lines of her collarbones and didn’t hide the bumps of her nipples. His eyes may have lingered on her hips filling out her pants, too, come to think of it. (Vi had been surprised Powder’s hips had already gotten as curvy as they had. Said it was sexy.)
Jinx moaned into Silco’s clothing and the pillow as she pinched her nipples harder, and moved faster over her clit. The fingers on her clit then dipped into her sopping hole. Two at first for a while, then three... Petite though she was, her body was already skilled at expanding quickly to surprisingly large capacity thanks to frequent self exploration, frequent exploration between Powder and Vi, and the copious amounts of natural slick she produced.
Jinx’s ex sister’s fingers were thick, and Powder had been able to take three of them in her pussy, two in her ass. For now, though, three of Jinx’s own fingers in her cunt and a thumb on her clit would suffice.
The pain of a particularly vicious pinch to her nipple made Jinx squeak. She dropped that hand to her clit to rub more broadly as she fucked her cunt with three fingers, in and out, in and out.
“Silco…” Jinx moaned quietly into the empty room, “please... Please fuck me, Silly…”
Just saying it aloud made her arousal spike, and then suddenly she was coming, orgasm briefly stealing sight and hearing as she gushed onto her hands and the towel. Her whole body convulsed as she rubbed her clit through it, gasping for breath. Jinx still trembled with aftershocks for a while as she lay there stunned.
Holy fuck. That was one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had.
And as she brought her hands up to her mouth to lick them dry... Maybe she was imagining it, but Jinx could’ve sworn that her cum had never tasted sweeter.
Fuck. She didn’t know how long she’d be able to hold back before trying to seduce Silco. She already wanted him so desperately.
Jinx could only hope that he’d be willing too. That the chemistry she’d sensed, and the blurring of lines on his end, weren’t merely her hopeful imaginings. That his gray morality in other areas would incline him more towards fucking his preteen ward.
Hey, a girl could hope!
Jinx slowly got up and wiped herself off, then hid the towel at the bottom of the dirty laundry. She washed her hands—if she could smell her pussy on them, he’d probably be able to as well—then tidied up the scene of her debauchery. She put Silco’s clothes back, then adjusted pillows and blankets to a close approximation of how they’d been before her impromptu Silco-focused masturbation session.
Jinx dressed again, in the same clothes as before—they were still clean, and besides, she wanted to see if she could catch him intentionally looking at her tits in that thin tank top, unsure if he had been checking her out or if his eyes had just landed there by chance earlier. Then, she curled up in the living room with a book, pretending nothing untoward had happened. Sitting there peacefully was easy enough for now; her explosive orgasm had delayed potential restless buzzing under her skin.
And if, when he returned home, Silco smelled or saw something that seemed a bit off in the bedroom? Well, maybe he would have something to say about it.
Part of Jinx hoped he would.
For now, she’d distract herself from thoughts of him, and thoughts of Vi, as much as she could.
But in the future? Jinx would definitely touch herself thinking of Silco and huffing his scent again. And again. And again.