Chapter 1 #3
I should have been doing any number of things, but I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t retrieve my phone from my pocket. I couldn’t deny that among my anxiety, panic, and fear, there was something else that made my thighs squeeze together to give me some relief.
This was the moment I chose to unlock a new kink? Seriously?!
“I could tell you were nervous out there,” Merry said into Felicity’s neck.
“I don’t get nervous,” Felicity rasped.
“Then why did your heart skip a beat when that pretty rookie came on the screen?”
“I have no idea who or what you are talking about.”
“Now, that’s two lies, FeFe. Why not be a good girl and tell the truth?” Merrilee said before she licked up the column of her neck. Felicity shivered, and I couldn’t help but do the same
Pretty rookie? Before Hopeful Orientation, the current Nine watched training videos about the Hopefuls. It was only fair since we had seen them compete and gotten to study them. So, who were they talking about?
Felicity roughly took Merry’s hair. Merry hissed, but it seemed more pleasure than pained. Through gritted teeth, Felicity growled, “Why don’t you shut the fuck up and put that mouth to good use?”
Merry’s chuckle filled the air again. In a blur of movement, she had Felicity on the bench, her arms pinned above her.
Merry easily tore off Felicity’s matching olive green sports bra and shorts set, her beautiful large titties bouncing from the force.
The protest on Felicity’s lips instantly shifted to a cry of pleasure as Merry took one of her nipples in her mouth while teasing the other between her fingers.
Merry grinned up at her. “I can multitask very well.”
“I liked that set. It was a gift from a sponsor,” Felicity huffed, squirming against Merry’s grip.
“I will buy you three in every color. Then, I will get you the same set, but from my sponsor, which I know you love more.” Merry switched off her teasing of Felicity’s nipples, taking the other one in her mouth while teasing the now-glistening one with her fingers.
Felicity’s back arched from the bench, and my own nipples hardened as I watched them.
Every nerve in my body came alive. My clit throbbed, begging to be touched.
But I had to resist. I had to be strong.
Watching is already bad enough. Let’s not add more to our list, Wynnie.
Merry shifted her knee between Felicity’s legs.
Sensing an opportunity, I only caught the slightest glimpse of Felicity’s perfectly trimmed pussy before she started grinding against Merry’s knee.
I sucked in a breath as I saw the smear of her wetness there.
The Locker Room that had once smelled like peppermint and whatever harsh perfume one of the girls had put on before they left suddenly filled with the smell of Felicity’s arousal.
It was sweet with a small dose of spice, like apples and cranberries mixed with cinnamon.
My inner caribou-deer bucked in my head at the smell.
I inhaled deeply, and Merry did the same when she looked down.
“You naughty little slut, you,” Merry chuckled. “Look at you, so needy and desperate, like your reins are too tight.”
Oh, no. I was in trouble.
Voyeurism might be one thing I didn’t know I was into like this, but degradation? I had read enough of Belle’s dark romances to know I was very into that.
Felicity’s moans grew louder the more she ground herself against Merrilee.
Merry seemed to be having a hard time maintaining her own control as she continued her relentless teasing of Felicity’s nipples.
I was slipping as I snaked my hand down my body, lifting my sweater to slip my hand under my tights and skirt.
I couldn’t believe this. I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Merry took Felicity’s nipple between her teeth one at a time, making Felicity scream. Then, as if mirroring me, she slid her hand down to Felicity’s pussy. When she moved her knee, a trail of wetness followed.
Oh, my gods, it really was the most perfect pussy I had ever seen. How many nights had I wondered about her? About Merry? Implausibly, them both…? My heart pounded so loud in my chest I wondered how they didn’t hear it, too.
Holy Saint Nicholas, I was so fucked.
At the same time that Merry’s fingers slipped between Felicity’s lips, my fingers circled my clit. They both moaned, and I had to bite my lip so hard to hold back my own, I tasted blood.
I was so fucking wet and my clit so sensitive from watching these two.
I had never been so close in so short of a time.
How was I going to keep quiet? What was I going to do if I got caught?
My brain struggled to shift gears to what felt like the inevitable at this point, as the chances of me making it out unscathed were slimming by the stroke.
A growing part of me also was falling for the danger, wanting to get caught, and dreaming of their reaction. The thrill was driving me closer to the edge.
“Mhmm, do you smell that?” Merry asked, her nostrils flaring wide.
“It smells… delicious,” Felicity moaned before glancing around the locker room to locate the source. My blood ran cold as their focus came close to where I was hiding, but I didn’t stop moving. My caribou-deer bellowed for me to keep going. “Like vanilla and cinnamon and cloves.”
“Like spiked eggnog,” Merry hummed, taking another deeper inhale. Then, she refocused on the woman beneath her with bright amber eyes. “What has you so tense, Red?”
“You mean, other than you, taking your sweet time—?” Merry did a move with her thumb against Felicity’s clit that made the question end with a scream.
“Let’s see. You have been wound up since the Draft. You even made us watch it. But, you hate watching anything about the rookies or the Games. It always gets too into your head.”
“Moose.”
“I assumed it was just the season coming up. But then, today, we’re learning about the Hopefuls and you hone in on that cute little recruit. You’ve never been so interested in anyone else. Except for me, of course.”
“I’m going to punish you so fiercely for this,” Felicity’s moans were getting louder and more breathy. I could feel the edge of my own orgasm approaching.
“What is it about the rookie that has you so pent up, FeFe? What is it about her?” Merry accentuated every word with a thrust of her fingers in and out of Felicity.
Her own words were coming out more huskily like she was getting off watching her girl get pleasured.
My eyes threatened to roll back into my skull as desire lit me up more than any Christmas tree in the world.
“That smell again…” Felicity growled, her back arching as her hips moved against Merrilee’s hand. She didn’t look around this time, though. Her eyes were closed, her whole body practically vibrating with pleasure.
“You’re not answering my question, FeFe—”
“I—”
“Is it her pretty curls?”
“I—”
“Her delectable curves?”
“I—”
“Is it the challenge? That you have some real competition to push you even higher?”
“I—”
“Could it be that you want her as badly as I do and don’t want to admit it?”
I gasped as my orgasm hit me at the same time as Felicity’s crashed into her. I arched my back, and I tangled my fingers in my curls.
Before I could do anything to stop it, a moan escaped.
I ripped my hand free from under my skirt to cover my mouth with both of them as the aftershocks of my orgasm still crashed into me.
I just came from watching the best of the Nine have sex.
My heart still pounded.
Who was the rookie they were talking about? I was the only one with curls.
Desire was still hot within me.
What were they were smelling?
Just as the aftershocks were beginning to subside, the locker door was ripped from the hinges, wooden and metal pieces splintering off and flying in every direction. I yelped in utter shock while clutching my legs together tightly at the show of strength.
“You naughty little thing,” Merrilee stood before me, smiling devilishly down at me. “Looks like Christmas came early for us this year.”