1. Lillian #2
Lillian paused for a second, debating how much to reveal. She didn’t want to talk about her family, her career, or the weight of expectations that followed her everywhere she went. But she didn’t need to explain that. Not tonight.
"Too much," Lillian finally said, her voice soft but certain.
R leaned in, her lips so close to Lillian’s ear that she could feel the warm breath on her skin. "Then let me help you."
Lillian’s breath caught, her body responding to the nearness of R’s presence, the promise in her words. She turned her head slightly, her lips just inches from R’s.
"Show me," Lillian whispered, her voice barely audible.
R’s hand slid back to Lillian’s knee, her fingers tracing slow circles up her thigh. The touch was light, teasing, but it sent a flood of heat through Lillian’s body. She could feel the tension building, the anticipation thick in the air around them.
They sat like that for a moment, the noise of the bar fading into the background as the space between them seemed to narrow. Lillian could feel the pull, the magnetic force drawing her closer to R, until finally, she leaned in, their lips brushing in a kiss that was soft at first, almost tentative.
But then it deepened.
The kiss was electric, hot, and full of unspoken promises. R’s lips were soft but demanding, her hand gripping Lillian’s thigh with just enough pressure to make her pulse race. Lillian responded in kind, her fingers tangling in R’s sleek hair, pulling her closer, wanting more.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, the air between them charged with desire.
"Room upstairs," R said, her voice husky, her lips still close to Lillian’s. "Are you coming?"
Lillian didn’t hesitate. "Lead the way."
R stood, her fingers trailing along Lillian’s arm as she moved, and Lillian followed, her heart pounding with anticipation.
As they walked out of the bar and toward the elevators, Lillian felt a rush of excitement she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Tonight was about forgetting. About letting go.
And with R, she knew she could do just that.
The moment the elevator doors slid shut, R moved like a predator closing in on her prey.
Her hand grabbed Lillian’s waist, pulling her in with a firm, possessive grip.
Lillian’s back hit the cool elevator wall, but she barely had time to register it before R’s lips crashed against hers, hot and demanding.
The kiss was anything but gentle now. There was no room for hesitation or pretense; this was about raw desire.
Lillian gasped against R’s mouth, her hands instinctively gripping the lapels of R’s blazer, pulling her closer. R's body pressed into hers, the warmth of her skin seeping through the layers of fabric, igniting a fire in Lillian that had been building since the moment she walked into the bar.
"God, you taste incredible," R murmured against her lips before dipping her head lower, trailing kisses along the curve of Lillian’s jaw. Lillian’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps as R’s lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, her teeth grazing the skin in a way that made Lillian’s knees go weak.
The elevator seemed to move at a glacial pace, each second stretching into eternity as the heat between them built.
R's hands roamed, one sliding down to Lillian’s thigh, slipping beneath the hem of her dress, the touch deliberate and teasing.
Lillian’s breath hitched, her hips shifting instinctively toward R’s hand, silently begging for more.
"Patience," R whispered, her voice low and gravelly, as her fingers grazed the soft skin of Lillian’s inner thigh. Lillian could feel her control slipping, every nerve ending on fire as R’s touch inched higher, the anticipation almost unbearable.
The elevator finally chimed, and the doors slid open. R stepped back, her fingers leaving Lillian’s skin, the loss of contact almost painful. Lillian’s heart was pounding in her chest, her pulse racing as she followed R out of the elevator, her legs trembling with every step.
R led the way down the quiet, plush-carpeted hallway, the soft lighting casting shadows that made the whole scene feel dreamlike.
Lillian’s breath caught as they reached the door to the room, the tension between them almost suffocating.
R slid the key card into the lock, and the door clicked open with a soft, mechanical sound.
The room was luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a sweeping view of the city skyline. But Lillian barely noticed the surroundings as R closed the door behind them, her eyes dark with intent. The click of the lock echoed in the silence, sealing them into their own private world.
Before Lillian could even catch her breath, R was on her again, pinning her against the wall with a controlled force that sent a jolt of excitement straight to her core.
R’s lips found hers once more, and this time, there was nothing holding back the hunger in the kiss.
Lillian moaned softly against R’s mouth, her hands fisting in the fabric of R’s blazer as their bodies pressed together, heat radiating between them.
Without breaking the kiss, R slipped the blazer off her shoulders, tossing it to the floor before her hands were back on Lillian, roaming over her body with a mix of authority and tenderness.
Lillian’s own hands fumbled with the buttons of R’s blouse, her fingers trembling as she tried to keep up with the pace of her desire.
R pulled back just enough to smirk at Lillian’s urgency, her breath hot against Lillian’s lips. "In a hurry, are we?"
Lillian’s response was breathless, her voice barely a whisper. "You have no idea."
R chuckled, low and throaty, as she shrugged off her blouse, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra that barely concealed the soft curves of her chest. Lillian’s eyes darkened with want as she drank in the sight before her. R was all smooth skin and sharp edges, a vision of power and seduction.
Lillian reached out, her fingers tracing the line of R’s collarbone, the soft skin under her touch sending a shiver through her own body. She moved slowly, savoring the moment as she let her hand travel lower, over the swell of R’s breasts, her thumb brushing over the lace, teasing.
R’s breath hitched, her pupils dilating as she watched Lillian’s every move with an intensity that made Lillian’s pulse race even faster. Without warning, R caught Lillian’s wrist in her hand, pinning it above her head with a firm, unyielding grip.
"Not so fast," R growled, her voice dark and commanding. "You said you wanted to forget everything tonight. Let me take care of that."
Lillian’s heart stuttered at the words, her body instinctively arching toward R, craving the touch she knew was coming.
R’s free hand slipped down Lillian’s side, fingers trailing over her hip before sliding up beneath her dress.
The anticipation was almost unbearable, the need coursing through Lillian’s veins like liquid fire.
“Tell me what you want,” R murmured against Lillian’s ear, her mouth a breath away from skin, warm enough to make Lillian shiver as if the suggestion alone were a touch.
The words slid into her like silk drawn through a ring, smooth and inevitable, and the heat of R’s breath pooled low in her belly until it felt impossible to hold herself upright, impossible to be anything but honest.
Lillian’s answer came out raw, her control long gone, voice catching on the edge of a moan. “You. I want you.”
That was all R needed to hear—permission, confession, surrender wrapped into three small words—and the shift in her was instant, a subtle tightening of intent that Lillian felt before she saw it, like the room taking a deeper breath.
With a swift, unhurried certainty, R’s hand slid higher beneath the hem of Lillian’s dress, the backs of her knuckles grazing the soft crease where thigh became hip, mapping her with a patience that was somehow more devastating than haste.
Fingertips teased the elastic edge of Lillian’s underwear, a light, circling touch that made her gasp and fall back against the wall, palms flat to cool plaster as if the building itself were the only thing keeping her upright.
The fabric was an obstacle for exactly one heartbeat.
R hooked a finger and drew it aside—not tearing, not careless, simply moving what wasn’t her out of the way—then settled her hand where Lillian burned.
The first stroke was barely there, exploratory, the pads of R’s fingers skimming through slick heat as if confirming what her eyes already knew, and Lillian’s body answered helplessly, hips rocking toward contact, breath punching out of her chest.
“Good girl,” R said, so quietly it was almost a thought, the praise grazing Lillian’s nerve endings like another touch, and then there was no more patience at all, only precision.
R found the rhythm she wanted and imposed it, drawing slow, deliberate circles that tightened and sweetened with each pass, pausing to gather wetness and press it higher, exactly where Lillian needed it most.
Lillian couldn’t stop the sounds—little, broken, embarrassing things she would have swallowed for anyone else—and R ate each one with a pleased hum that made the pressure intensify.
Heat licked up Lillian’s spine and bloomed across her chest; her knees trembled, and the thin strap of her dress slipped off one shoulder without either of them bothering to fix it.
Somewhere behind them the lift chimed and voices drifted past the corridor, the mundane world leaking in, and the knowledge that anyone might turn the corner only sharpened the bliss she was barely holding together.
“You’re so ready for me,” R whispered, the promise in her voice dark and sure, her mouth at Lillian’s throat now, tasting the salt-slick skin there, breath hot against the frantic jump of her pulse. “I can feel it.”