Chapter Eleven
Kira
Hell. Yes.
God, Nic’s mouth is amazing, her kisses hot and insistent as she grinds slowly against my leg, putting perfect pressure on
her clit. There is something so hot about watching her take her pleasure—but there’s no way I can just sit back. I run my
hand up the back of her leg, slipping it under the hem of her sleep shorts to tease at the spot where her leg meets her ass.
She pushes back against my hand, then forward onto my thigh again, like she can’t decide which she wants. I appease her, letting
my hand climb higher under her shorts, and my breath catches.
She’s not wearing anything underneath. It’s all gloriously bare skin.
I grab a handful and haul her closer until our breasts press deliciously together, her peaked nipples visible through her
shirt and absolutely begging for my mouth. God, I want to touch them so badly, touch her everywhere , and she seems to sense it, because she pauses for just a moment to unbutton her silky sleep shirt and let it hang open.
She’s not wearing a bra, and the view of her bare breasts knocks the wind right out of me.
“Oh my god, you are actually going to kill me,” I say, and dive in before the smart reply can leave her mouth. I use the hand
still gripping her ass to haul her closer so I can tease one tight nipple with the tip of my tongue, wondering if hers are
as sensitive as mine are. If the way her laugh immediately transforms into a gasp is any indication, they definitely are.
She holds herself up on the back of the couch so her breasts are right at the perfect level, her shirt falling down from her
shoulders to catch at her elbows, so I obey her silent request and keep my mouth busy on that perfect nipple, dragging my
lips over the tip and letting my tongue dart out to tease. My free hand cups her other breast, my thumb rubbing gently at
the tip, then daring a light pinch. Nic gasps above me, each exhale painted with the ghost of a moan, and I want more .
I let my hand slip away from her breast, tracing down over her ribs, the gorgeous curve of her waist, her hip, then use my
grip to tilt her hips so she can still work her clit while I get what I want—my fingers tracing around the bottom hem of her
shorts again. I reach up underneath and drag one finger lightly over the line where the fabric meets her legs, slipping a
finger just underneath to feel the slick lips inside.
“I never would have imagined you’d be the worst fucking tease on the planet,” Nic pants, shifting her hips in an attempt to
find my finger. I run just the tip of my middle finger over her entrance, then pull back when she nearly succeeds.
“Oh, was there something you wanted?” I ask, pulling off her breast to kiss up the side of her neck and speak into her ear.
“Something you needed?”
“Kira Fucking McKinney,” Nic growls, her hands tightening into a death grip on the back of the couch as her hips work, chasing
my finger.
“How do you know my middle name?” I ask sweetly. I tease her entrance again, but this time, I don’t back off—I stay right
where I am as she impales herself on my finger with a moan. The breath punches out of her, along with a cry, and the slide
is so easy, so good, that I add a second finger soon after, loving the slick tightness of her, sinking deep into her wet heat.
I swear, I normally go a lot slower than this. I like to take my time with a girl, spin her up nice and slow, giving her whatever
she wants with my fingers, tongue, anything. But it’s been way too long for both of us, and apparently, what Nic wants is
fast and now . Can’t say I disagree.
She fucks herself on my fingers, her hand cupping the back of my neck and holding my face to her chest. I oblige her silent
demand, letting her ride my leg and fingers while I hold her to me with a hand splayed across the small of her back, working
her nipples with my mouth. The heat pooling between my legs is almost unbearable, and my hips twitch forward, seeking that
same friction that’s getting her off.
“I’m so close,” she whispers, then louder, more frantic. “So close, I’m so close, so... so...”
I suck harder on her nipple and drop my hand to her ass, grabbing on hard, and her orgasm crashes into her.
I feel it from the inside, feel her clench around my fingers as she cries out, grinding down hard on my hand and drawing out
the last of the pleasure, her whole body shuddering. Her mouth finds mine and we kiss, slow and deep, tongues twining with
languid ease as Nic’s hips slow and she comes down from the high.
She pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, and if I weren’t already at peak spontaneous combustion levels of turned
on right now, the sight of her sex-flushed cheeks and bitten lower lip would do it. She quirks a smile and leans in to kiss
me again, long, sensual, teasing...
Then, suddenly, she’s gone, leaving my lips tingling and my lap cold from her absence.
She reappears between my legs, and my brain goes fully offline.
Nic kneels on the floor with her hands sliding up my thighs, dipping under the hem of my skirt. She looks up at me with half-lidded
eyes and licks her lips, then ducks to press a kiss to the inside of my knee.
“Yeah?” she asks, her lips whisper-soft against my skin.
The heat between my legs flares white-hot.
“Yes, god, please.”
I let my legs fall open wider and feel her smile against the inside of my thigh as she glides her hands all the way up. Her
finger traces the edge of my underwear, back and forth, then dips in ever so slightly, just enough to feel how wet I am. God,
just that brief touch sets me on fire. I shift, following her finger, aching to feel it inside me, but she always stays just
ahead of my movements, keeping her touch light. Teasing.
“Yeah? How do you like it?” she murmurs.
I throw my head back against the couch and curse myself. “Payback’s a bitch.”
She skims over my entrance again, again, sliding through my slickness—but the second I finally release a groan in frustration,
she sinks her finger in deep and lights me up from the inside. Oh god, oh god , yes, finally . My shirt feels suddenly restrictive, far too hot, and I rip it off, arching into Nic’s finger as I do.
“Fuck, yes ,” she mutters, taking the shirt from me and throwing it across the room with her free hand as I undo the clasp of my bra.
My breasts spill free, nipples begging for attention, and I cup them both and brush the pads of my thumbs over my nipples
as Nic works her finger inside me. She watches me, licking her lips as I arch and thrust against her, my own breasts in my
hands. There’s something that feels so gloriously dirty about being spread open for her like this, having her watch intently,
the way her fingers press into me, the way her thumb circles my clit over and over, gently and slowly at first, then more . Her mouth drifts closer and closer, tracing a line up the inside of my thigh, then ghosting over thin fabric just barely
separating her tongue from exactly where it needs to be. She tilts her head to rest on my leg and licks her lips again, looking
up at me from under her lashes with her open shirt hanging off one shoulder.
“Tested?” she asks, and I’m glad she thought of it, because I can’t think at all.
“Clean,” I gasp.
“Oh, thank god.”
She withdraws her finger and strips my panties off in one swift movement, then dives right in.
“Ah!”
The first sweep of her tongue makes my hips buck up off the couch, but her free hand pins my hip down as she moves in again,
the tip of her tongue tracing my hot, wet entrance, then moving up to slowly circle my clit.
“Ah, god,” I gasp, pushing back against her insistent tongue. “God, Nic, you... Yeah...”
“Mmm,” she says, either in agreement or in response to my taste, and slides her finger back inside me. She seems to sense
that I don’t want more than that, working that single finger in tandem with her tongue on my clit, starting soft, then increasing
the pressure as my cries grow louder. God, I hope her neighbors are out tonight. I can’t be quiet with Nic’s fingers and tongue
working my pussy so fucking well. I pinch my nipples and arch my back, thrusting down against Nic’s face and hands as the
burn begins to take hold. It builds right in the spot beneath Nic’s tongue, a tight coil of pleasure stoked higher and higher,
my toes curling tight into the carpet, until I tip over the edge with a cry, riding her fingers through the sensation. I’m
making so much fucking noise, I know I am, but Nic doesn’t seem to mind at all, moaning right along with me as she tastes
my pleasure.
She gentles as I start to come down, easing me through it before I go oversensitive. When my body finally stops moving and
melts boneless into the couch, she withdraws her finger and collapses with her forehead resting on my thigh, breathing hard.
“Holy shit,” she says.
“Agreed,” I say.
Then we both bust out laughing, and it’s kind of awkward laughing with her face still near my soaked pussy and my panties
tangled around one foot, but I can’t bring myself to care. I pull her up on the couch with me, and she tucks up under my arm,
lifting her face to share my taste on her tongue.
“I assume you’re staying over?” she asks. “You’re welcome to, if you want.”
“Good,” I reply. “Because I’m pretty sure puddles of melted human aren’t legal drivers. Also, my legs may not work.”
“Not even well enough to stand up in the shower for a bit? With company?”
“I’ll manage,” I say.
Nic laughs again, and her eyes are so bright, her skin so flushed and glowing, that I can’t take my eyes off her. This is
clearly the best idea I’ve ever had, and it looks great on her.
She takes me by the hand and pulls me through her bedroom to the apartment’s single bathroom, then guides me into the shower
with so much stumbling and laughing that I swear we’re going to run out of hot water before we ever get under the spray.
We do run out of hot water, eventually. It’s long after our clothes hit the floor, though, and long after we ride the high
of our earlier orgasms into more.
By the time we collapse into her bed, an exhausted tangle of endorphins, my brain is buzzing with giddy happiness. Nic falls
asleep with her face in my cleavage almost immediately, and I bury my nose in her hair to breathe in her sweet-smelling shampoo
and calm my wild heart, which is already swelling and glowing in a dangerous way.
It’s still so early. I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
But I really, really do.