Chapter 3 Greta
Greta
Greta followed Lee to the elevator. Often sex with a stranger could be something awkward, but the only other option was relying on nothing but her hand or a toy.
Or dating. That was off the table, though, and had been since Tasha broke her heart.
Two years later, Greta still wasn’t looking for love.
Hell, she wasn’t even looking for an ongoing situationship.
She simply wanted the occasional orgasm with another person.
The muscles she’d felt when she’d been pressed against Lee were enough to make her moan in public over a kiss. “I want you naked and against me. Now.”
Lee’s smile was almost wolfish as she glanced over. They stood side by side in front of the elevator.
“May I pull you closer?” Lee held out an arm in invitation.
Greta folded into her embrace. She didn’t expect non-sexual affection in a hookup, but she certainly didn’t mind the added intimacy. She slid her arm around Lee’s back, hand curling around a barely there curve of hip.
“You fit nicely here,” Lee said with another damned smirk.
She looked a lot like the sort of women Greta found herself drawn toward on the rare occasion that she went to a lesbian bar for anything other than a drink with a friend.
Her hair was cut close, but her excess of eyelashes and soft mouth made her undoubtedly female.
Her arms, currently around Greta, were solid enough that Greta knew Lee could hold her down.
Lee had an edge that felt dangerous. From her flashes of emotion and defensiveness to her confidence, she seemed a little bit unpredictable. And Greta felt her pulse speed at the thought.
“The elevator is so slow,” Greta complained.
Lee flashed her a grin, looked around, and said, “Stairs?”
It was less question than command, but the way she said it made Greta feel like a giggling teenager about to break the rules.
Lee looked around as if they were about to pull a prank or something equally ridiculous as they walked over to the door to the stairs.
Then she jerked open the heavy door and ushered Greta under her arm.
“I think I ran out of patience after that kiss,” Lee murmured.
They were no more than on the other side of the doorway when Greta found herself pinned to the wall with Lee’s mouth on hers again.
Lee’s leg was pressed between Greta’s thighs.
Her skirt was rucked up, so all that was between them was Lee’s trousers and the sliver of Greta’s damp panties.
She could barely restrain herself from moaning at the welcome pressure.
Lee had certainly looked like she was fit under her clothes, and her arm felt like a steel bar, but the leg pressed tightly to Greta was all muscle.
Greta whimpered as Lee shifted against her. Lee’s mouth moved to Greta’s throat and one hand caught a fistful of hair to pull Greta’s neck to the side, giving Lee better access.
The thunk of the door closing made them pull apart. They exchanged a look, and Greta actually giggled. “Slow elevator. Slow door, too. The architecture is conspiring against us.”
Lee stepped back, and as she did, her gaze traveled down Greta’s body. “Shit. I forgot about your heels. I’m sorry! We can wait on the elevator.” Lee started to turn toward the door.
Greta grabbed her arm. “I walk all over New York in heels. A few stairs are not an issue, especially if I can be naked with you sooner.”
The flash of warmth she felt at Lee pausing to worry over her comfort was followed by a trickle of panic.
Lee was observant and considerate, had a sense of fun, and was built like she had stepped out of Greta’s favorite fantasies.
The risk of getting to know a woman who looked exactly like her type was that she might like her, not just like having sex with her.
They needed to skip past this socializing and get to the part where there were no feelings involved.
Greta held her hand out toward Lee. “Come on.”
By the time they climbed the two floors of steps, they’d stopped to kiss often enough that Greta was beyond ready to feel Lee’s skin under her hands.
They walked through the hall toward the door of the room without another word or touch, but as Greta was unlocking the door, Lee pressed up against her back, pulled back the fabric, and kissed her bare shoulder.
Her teeth grazed Greta’s collarbone.
Practically tripping, Greta shoved open the door.
Lee stepped in behind her, lust-blown eyes fixed on Greta.
In a more practiced move than she liked to admit, Greta stripped off her top and skirt. She stood there in a matching panty and bra set. Boots still on, she smiled at Lee and beckoned her forward with a crooked finger. “Come closer.”
Lee was momentarily frozen. “Holy mother of God. Look at you.”
Greta knew what she looked like, a little curvier in the thigh and belly than society said was perfect, but most women she took to bed liked a woman with curves. A little softness made her feel voluptuous rather than unattractive.
If she had any doubts about Lee’s interest, they would’ve vanished in that moment. “You are the high point of my week, Marie.” She stalked forward. “Damn, let me look at you.…”
“Touch me,” Greta insisted.
Lee leaned down and mouthed Greta’s nipple through her bra, simultaneously slipping a hand inside the other bra cup. “All my birthday gifts at once, right here.”
Greta cupped the back of Lee’s head, not holding her still but holding on to her as Lee suckled one breast and pinched the other. When she used her teeth before switching sides, Greta felt a flood of heat between her legs.
Lee’s mouth was mapping the contours of Greta’s throat and breasts, so Greta let out a surprised sound when Lee’s hand slid between her thighs a moment later. She could feel the curve of a pleased smile as Lee discovered how wet she already was.
“Eager.”
“Very,” Greta agreed. “Touch me, please. More.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lee said. “Happy to do exactly what you want.”
The moan Greta let out was as much from the words as from the feel of Lee’s fingers skating over her damp panties. Teasing wasn’t usually Greta’s preference. She liked a hard, fast fuck, but right now, she simply wanted Lee however she could get her. That was as much as her mind could process.
“Tell me what you want,” Lee whispered. “Shall I touch you like this, darlin’?
” Her fingers teased over the silky fabric of Greta’s panties.
“Or like this?” Lee’s hand slipped under the fabric, fingers stroking from opening to clitoris.
Her touch was slow and gentle, not lingering anywhere or slipping inside.
“I need…” Greta trembled.
“Tell me, Marie. Do you want a slow, soft touch?” Lee’s fingers continued to taunt as they leisurely explored the slick contours of Greta’s pussy. “Or do you want me inside you?”
“Yes.”
One finger slid into Greta.
“More.”
A second finger followed.
Lee’s touch stayed slow, tantalizingly casual, as if there was no urgency to her actions. She kissed Greta’s throat, her shoulders, her jawline. Not rushing anything.
“Fuck me,” Greta ordered or maybe begged. She wasn’t sure her voice was steady enough to sound like a demand. “Just … fuck me like we’re … in a hurry. Please.”
A low chuckle against her throat was the only reply, but Lee’s hand sped. Her other hand slid from where it had been caressing Greta’s breasts gently, over her stomach and to her hips, where it shoved her panties down.
“These are in the way,” Lee reminded her. “Close your legs a minute.”
Lee’s fingers stayed inside her, seemingly filling her more as her legs closed, and Greta trembled as Lee’s thumb pressed against her clitoris.
With one hand Lee lowered the panties, and Greta had to decide between standing there with her panties around her ankles or moving away from Lee’s touch to step out of them. She looked at Lee for direction then.
“Arms around my neck. I have you.” Lee stared down at Greta as she complied. “Such a good girl. Hard and fast, then?”
“Please.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Lee guided her legs apart, freeing first one and then the other ankle, and then pressed Greta back against the wall. Lee’s fingers went to her clitoris, gently at first.
“Please.”
“I like when you say that, darlin’. Keep saying it,” Lee ordered, a distinct Southern twang slipping into her voice.
“Pleasepleaseplease.”
“Just like that, darlin’. Begging so prettily for me.
Such a beautiful sound. So close already, aren’t you?
” Lee’s voice was like honey-coated whisky.
One hand thrusting several fingers inside, the other hand working over her clit, both inviting her pleasure higher and higher, until the combination sent Greta spiraling toward her first orgasm with another person in almost six months.
Greta let out a noise that was more scream than moan, and she rested her forehead against Lee’s shoulder. When she could speak steadily, she murmured, “Thank you. I needed that more than you know.”
Lee smiled at her. “I hope that wasn’t all you need.”
“Six months with no one else, so … I’m far from done, if you’re still interested.”
“Oh, I am.” Lee hauled her up so Greta had to wrap her legs around her like a stripper on a pole.
Greta put her arms around Lee’s neck, too. “Whoa! You don’t need to carry—”
“I want to carry you. Why else would I spend hours at the gym other than to be able to hold a gorgeous woman in my arms? You don’t want all my work to go to waste, do you?” Lee teased.
“Your shirt is going to be damp,” Greta said, feeling awkward for the first time.
“And smell delicious,” Lee murmured from Greta’s cleavage. One breast was no longer in the bra cup, and the other was covered. Lee gently bit the skin that was exposed there. “You’re mouthwatering, darlin’. No shame in having that sopping wet pussy on me.”
Greta’s cheeks flushed. She was blunt, but not all women were okay with being too crass. A part of her loved that Lee was the sort of woman who was. It was freeing. “I like how you talk.”
“You like vulgar words, then? A bit of dirty talk for the well-dressed professional?” Lee sat on the edge of the bed, sliding back until her knees were at the edge and her legs hung over. In the process, Greta was now straddling her lap.
“I do.” Greta’s hands clutched the top of Lee’s shoulders at first, but then Lee’s hands gripped Greta’s back, holding her steady and preventing the feeling of instability that such a position could evoke. “I like everything about your mouth except that it’s not on my pussy yet.”
“Patience, pretty. I like how you’re stretched over me,” Lee encouraged before Greta could feel self-conscious about anything. “Wide open like you’re about to take a ride.”
Lee gazed down at her, eyes simmering with unslaked hunger still.
“I don’t want to be the only one who’s naked right now.” Greta leaned back against the firm arms holding her and started unbuttoning Lee’s shirt. “I want to feel more of your skin.”
Lee said nothing as Greta divested her of both shirt and bra. She remained silent as Greta reached back and removed her own bra, too, leaving her naked aside from her boots.
There was something intimate about the quiet, and there was something unexpectedly erotic about being naked except for her tall, high-heeled boots. She felt like a naughty model or stripper, curvy and scandalously dressed.
“I like this look.” Lee toed off her shoes without moving Greta off her lap. Lee’s jeans were still on, but she was now naked from the waist up.
Greta looked over at the mirror above the hotel dresser. Her reflection, especially straddling a woman like Lee, looked sexier than she’d felt in a very long time. “I like it, too.”
“Will you stay on top of me?” Lee asked. “If I slide up there to the pillow…”
“You want me to stay in your lap?” Greta clarified.
“I want you wide open on top of me. I want you to ride my hand, darlin’ … or my face if you’re willing.” Lee stared at her. “What do you want?”
Greta bit her lip.
“What?” Lee slid onto the middle of the bed, tugging Greta with her. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to face the mirror when I ride you,” Greta said in a faltering voice.
Lee pivoted, lifting Greta and moving them both so Greta would face her reflection. “Hand or face?”
“Not your hand.” Greta looked at Lee’s face. “Up there.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Lee smiled and lifted Greta by the hips. “Bring that deliciousness right up here for me.”
“You’re just not very patient.” Greta’s gaze slid over Lee, marveling at the muscles in her arms and the taut stomach. A body like that came from a lot of hard work and discipline.
“Have you seen you? Mouthwatering. No rational woman could be patient after seeing you get off, darlin’.” Lee rolled her eyes and chuckled again. “Come up here.”
Then she guided Greta upward until she was straddling Lee’s face.
Greta looked at herself in the hotel mirror.
From this angle, she looked like she was alone on a bed, eyes wide in lust, lips parted, hair a mess.
Then she looked down to see Lee staring up at her as she licked a long slow stripe on Greta’s bare sex.
The sound that came out of Lee was more growl than word, and it made Greta want to melt.
Lee’s hand gripped Greta’s hips hard enough to bruise as she pulled Greta forward and urged her to move so she was riding Lee’s mouth. If she’d thought Lee was gifted with her hands, that was nothing compared to what she could do with her mouth.