Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter
Twenty-One
Daphne’s voice went straight to April’s clit.
She’d already come twice, but fuck, she was pretty sure she could come thirty times, and it wouldn’t be enough.
Daphne made her feel completely unhinged and desperate.
She could admit it now, after weeks of fighting it, convincing herself that the two of them in any capacity were a bad idea—they probably still were, but April didn’t care.
She’d known she was in trouble the second she’d seen what Daphne was wearing for the play party earlier that evening.
It was a simple black dress, but it was short, and April couldn’t stop thinking of getting underneath that hem.
The thought had plagued her all the way to Concord, as they’d paid Stone and listened to their rundown about the house rules, and as they’d descended into the basement.
But then.
God, and then.
Sasha, the little deviant, had totally set them up, but April wasn’t even bothered about that right now. Because the second Daphne had taken that feather in her hand, April leaning on that bench with the smile wiped right off her face, April was a goner.
Annihilated.
She’d do anything.
Say anything.
Be anyone.
April had always considered herself a top-leaning switch in the bedroom.
She’d bottom for a hookup occasionally if that was what they wanted, but she’d always enjoyed being in charge more.
Controlling the scene, calling the shots, making sure she got what she needed, particularly if her hookup was a cis man.
She tried to stick to men who were queer in some way, as they tended to be more aware of what people with vaginas and clits actually required in bed, but generally, she found things went smoother if she directed the show.
Elena, naturally, had been top leaning when it came to sex, though most of their escapades in bed were pretty neutral. Hot and exciting, but neither one of them dominated or submitted fully. Honestly, Elena was a bit of a pillow princess, which April had always loved.
She still loved that quality in a partner, but right now…
This.
She wasn’t sure what the hell was happening to her brain or her body. She’d never experienced this before, not only being completely at another person’s mercy, but wanting it.
Craving it.
And now, after that devilry Daphne had just performed with her tongue, she’d gone and mentioned toys.
“Toys?” April asked, because it was the only response she could get out at the moment, with Daphne’s fingers mere inches from her cunt as she massaged the skin of April’s upper thigh.
“You’re going to play coy?” Daphne asked.
April swallowed. “If that’s what you want.”
Daphne’s brows lifted, then she leaned closer, her body pressing between April’s legs, the cotton of her dress brushing against April’s still-sensitive center. Daphne stopped a breath away from April’s mouth.
“I want you to answer my question,” Daphne said.
A whisper. Her words were like a knife, but her tone was like that fucking feather from Stone’s house. April shivered, then lifted her chin so her lower lip grazed Daphne’s. “Yes, Ms. Love. I have toys.”
“Show me.”
Daphne backed up then, let April close her legs and get off the desk.
April still had her underwear on—granted, it was a little misshapen and more than a bit damp.
Still, she was grateful for the coverage as she walked to her closet and took out a tote bag from a romance bookstore in Brooklyn, illustrated couples of all colors and genders mooning at one another printed on the ivory fabric.
She placed it on her bed, the cats popping their heads up at the disturbance.
April pulled the bag open, taking each toy out one at a time.
She had quite a few.
In the three years since Elena, she’d explored more with toys when she was not only by herself, but with people she hooked up with as well.
Soon, several dildos of varying sizes, four different clitoral stimulators, a few insertable vibrators, two harnesses, and a bottle of April’s favorite lube were splayed on the bed.
“Oh my god,” Daphne said, stepping closer to the collection.
“See something you like?” April asked.
Daphne just stared, her eyes wide and her mouth open as she took everything in, looking like a kid in a candy store.
Or rather, like a horny lesbian in a sex toy shop.
She picked up a few things—a palm-sized pink clit stimulator, a wand whose battery April hoped wasn’t dead—turning them over in her hands as though they might break, then putting them down again just as gingerly.
April let her explore, rather enjoying the discovery, as well as the anticipation as to what Daphne would pick.
April shivered again, goose bumps breaking out all over her body.
Finally, Daphne picked up a dark purple double dildo. It had one long insertable shaft, but on the other end, there was a ridge and a slightly shorter bulb that went inside the wearer, no harness required.
Daphne slid her fingers down the long cock, then flicked her eyes to April. “I like this one.”
April’s mouth watered. “I do too.”
Daphne smiled, her eyes liquid and dark, all that green drowning in her pupils.
She stepped closer, drifting the fingers of her free hand over April’s cheek, circling to the back of her head.
She pulled her in for a kiss, slow and languid, and April felt as though she was flying, melting, disintegrating.
“You’re really good at that,” April said against her mouth, and Daphne responded by kissing her deeper, her tongue soft and wet and perfect.
She set the double dildo back on the bed, then lifted April’s shirt over her head, making quick work of her black bra as well.
She palmed April’s tits, plucking her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
April moaned against her neck, her own hands playing with the hem of Daphne’s dress.
“Can I?” she asked. She wanted Daphne fully naked, more than she wanted air, but she knew who was in charge here. “Please,” she said, running her mouth over the skin just below Daphne’s ear. “Please, Ms. Love.”
“God, I love that,” Daphne said, her breath ragged. Her hands were less focused on April’s chest, sliding down her ribs, thumbs pressing into her bones.
“What?” April asked.
“Hearing you beg.”
“I’ll do anything you want,” April said, nails scraping gently at her shoulders. “Please, anything, I just need you naked.”
“Get me naked, then,” Daphne said.
April didn’t waste any time. She dragged Daphne’s dress down her torso, grabbing her underwear on the way down and pulling until everything was pooled at Daphne’s feet.
Daphne stepped out of it, and for a second, April just looked—smooth skin, random freckles and a few moles, supple breasts and dark pink nipples already hard.
God, she was gorgeous.
“Take yours off too, then lie down on my bed,” Daphne said.
April nearly tripped in her haste, and Daphne laughed, following her to the bed and pressing down on top of her, legs straddling April’s hips, setting the double dildo and lube next to her.
April moaned—just the sight of Daphne above her was quite possibly enough to make her come—and slid her hands up Daphne’s stomach to her tits.
“Fuck,” April said.
Daphne closed her eyes, let April touch her as much as she wanted, soft moans coming out of her mouth, her hips undulating so that April could feel how wet she was.
How wet they both were.
“God, Daphne, please,” she said, hands on her ass now.
Daphne stopped. “Please, who?”
April grinned. Fuck, she loved this so much. “Please, Ms. Love.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
Daphne leaned close, their stomachs, their tits, everything lining up, pressing together, damp and hot. She rolled her hips. “You want me to fuck you?”
“God, Da— Ms. Love. Yes. Please.”
April felt lightheaded again, her cunt drenched and throbbing. She was at nearly crisis levels.
“How badly?” Daphne asked, those hips working again.
“So bad. Please.”
“Tell me.”
“Ms. Love, please put your cock in me, I need it so bad.”
April was practically whining now, nearly crying, nearly laughing, she couldn’t even tell anymore.
She just needed. Wanted. That was all she was.
Just hips moving toward Daphne, legs widening.
She’d never felt this wild for someone before—never felt this desperate for someone to own her inside and out.
She felt as though she was falling, but it wasn’t terrifying.
Wasn’t dangerous. Instead, it was the softest she’d felt in a long time.
She felt safe.
She felt seen and fucking safe, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt that combination of emotions in bed before. It was strange, this cocktail, and she never wanted to feel anything else.
Daphne kissed her again, softly at first, which was exactly what April needed for a second while she caught her breath. But then, the kiss turned rough, hard and dirty, tongues and teeth bumping, moans into each other’s mouths.
And that was exactly what April needed too.
Everything. Every way. Every feeling, touch, hard and soft and perfect.
April felt drunk on it, almost couldn’t focus long enough to kiss Daphne back.
She managed though, Daphne’s own sounds fevered and ready.
April slid her hands up Daphne’s thighs and farther, thumbs meeting right at her clit.
She circled slowly and Daphne moaned into her mouth.
“Wait,” Daphne said, sitting up and pushing April’s hands away as she got off her legs. She picked up the double dildo and the lube, then squeezed a pea-sized amount onto each end of the toy. April released a soft groan just watching her slick the moisture down the shaft.
“Ms. Love,” she said.