Chapter 6 #3
Elizabeth shifted suddenly, rolling Riley onto her back, pinning her with surprising strength. Her hair spilled forward, shadowing her face, and her mouth curved in a dangerous little smile. “Better?”
Riley’s pulse kicked hard. “Better,” she admitted, though her voice cracked on it. “You’re ridiculous.”
Elizabeth leaned down, nipping at her jaw. “And you’re still talking too much.”
“Then make me quiet.”
Elizabeth did. Their mouths crashed again, sharper now, bodies moving with the frantic rhythm of two people who’d been holding a dam shut for too long.
Hands roamed, tugging at fabric, exploring curves.
Riley arched when Elizabeth’s palm slid under her cami, fingers brushing the underside of her breast.
“God,” Riley whispered, head tipping back, “I—”
Elizabeth cut her off with another kiss, like she couldn’t stand words in place of touch. Riley clawed at her nightgown, tugging the silk up until it bunched at her waist. “Take this off,” she demanded, breathless.
Elizabeth laughed low in her throat but didn’t argue. She let Riley pull it over her head, tossing it aside. And then there she was, bare, beautiful, unguarded.
Riley’s breath caught. “Fuck.”
Elizabeth smirked, though her cheeks flushed. “I’ll take that as approval.”
Instead of answering, Riley surged up and kissed her again, hands greedy now, mapping every inch. Elizabeth moaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through Riley’s chest.
Soon there was no space left, just skin against skin, heat against heat. They moved together, not polished, not practiced, but desperate. Every gasp, every sigh felt like it rewrote the rules of who they were to each other.
At one point, Elizabeth slowed, bracing on her elbows above Riley, eyes searching hers. “This is reckless,” she whispered.
Riley grinned, lips swollen, hair wild. “So? You want me to stop?”
Elizabeth’s gaze darkened. “Not even a little.”
Elizabeth shifted, pressing Riley back into the mattress, her weight settling across Riley’s hips. The cool press of her hand slid lower, over the curve of Riley’s stomach, beneath the waistband of her panties. Riley gasped into the kiss, hips jerking up without thought.
“Elizabeth.” Her voice cracked on the name.
Elizabeth’s smile was wicked, her lips brushing Riley’s ear. “Say it again.”
Riley did, over and over, as Elizabeth’s fingers found her, teasing slow at first, then stroking with devastating control.
Her back arched, head thrown against the pillows, one hand clutching desperately at Elizabeth’s shoulder.
It felt like being unraveled thread by thread, heat winding tight until she couldn’t hold it anymore.
But she refused to go down alone. With a rush of boldness, Riley shoved her hands lower, grabbing at Elizabeth’s thighs, rolling them until Elizabeth was flat beneath her. Elizabeth gave a startled laugh, breathless, before Riley kissed it away, lips trailing down her neck, across her chest.
“Not so composed now, are you?” Riley murmured, right before slipping lower, tasting her, losing herself in the hot wet heat of her pussy.
Elizabeth broke then, her carefully built walls collapsing with the first sharp moan.
One hand fisted in Riley’s hair, the other clawing at the sheets, her cool voice shattered into curses and desperate pleas.
Riley reveled in it, in dragging out sounds she’d only imagined, in the way Elizabeth trembled and tried to control herself but couldn’t.
“Don’t stop,” Elizabeth gasped, voice hoarse, commanding but desperate. “Riley, God, don’t—”
She didn’t. She couldn’t have if she’d tried. She licked and sucked as though in a frenzy until Elizabeth came apart against her mouth, a wild, beautiful mess that made Riley dizzy with want.
Elizabeth dragged her up after, pulling her mouth into another kiss, rough, grateful, almost punishing. Their legs tangled, their bodies slid together slick and hot. This time Elizabeth’s hand found Riley again, faster, firmer, as Riley cried out against her lips and bucked against her fingers.
Elizabeth kissed her like she wanted to erase every line between them, fingers still buried inside her, stroking deep inside her until Riley was nothing but noise and trembling limbs.
Riley clung to her shoulders, biting down on a curse as she came hard, the kind of release that left her body arching up helplessly against Elizabeth’s hand.
She barely had time to catch her breath before Elizabeth rolled them again, her hair falling loose around her face, eyes dark and wild in the flickering firelight. “Again,” she whispered, and it wasn’t a request.
Riley’s protest died the second Elizabeth’s thigh slid between hers, pressing firmly, rocking her until sparks lit up behind her eyelids. Riley dragged her nails down Elizabeth’s back, pulling her closer, grinding shamelessly against her.
“Fuck, Elizabeth.”
Her name came out broken, and Elizabeth swallowed it with another kiss, her hips moving in rhythm with Riley’s.
They moved together desperately, the sheets twisting, bodies slick with sweat, until Riley cried out again, this time muffled against Elizabeth’s shoulder.
Elizabeth followed right after, her composure splintering as she clutched at Riley like she’d drown without her.
But it didn’t stop there.
Riley pushed Elizabeth back onto the pillows, emboldened now, tracing her tongue down the length of her stomach until Elizabeth’s hand shot out to grip the headboard.
“Christ, Riley,” she gasped, voice cracking in a way Riley had never heard before.
The sound went straight through her, making her reckless, hungry.
Hands holding Elizabeth’s against the headboard, she dragged her tongue down towards her core.
She could feel Elizabeth’s heated breath, panting against her bare skin.
Riley surged forward, tracing her tongue against Elizabeth’s pussy, hot and desperate for attention.
She worked Elizabeth with her mouth once again, circling her clit till she could barely hold back, until those sharp, careful walls shattered completely, until Elizabeth was writhing under her, whispering Riley’s name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
When Elizabeth finally came apart again, shaking and undone, Riley climbed back up and kissed her slow, messy, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her surrender.
Elizabeth’s hand threaded into Riley’s hair, tugging her back down, and then it was Riley’s turn again, Elizabeth’s mouth on her, fingers steady and merciless thrusting into her, drawing her over the edge until she broke with a sob.
They clung to each other, breathless and raw, but neither stopped. Every time Riley thought it was over, Elizabeth’s hand slid lower, or Riley’s mouth found new territory, and the cycle started again, frantic, greedy, unstoppable.
When they finally stilled, tangled in sheets, Riley’s body still buzzing, she let out a ragged laugh. “Well. That complicates things.”
Elizabeth turned her head, one brow arched, hair mussed like she’d never let anyone see her. “You think?”
Riley covered her face with one hand, groaning. “We’re supposed to be pretending.”
Elizabeth pulled the hand away, holding it against her chest, pinning Riley with a look that was half-amusement, half-warning. “Then consider this… an improvisation.”
Riley snorted, though the sound came out softer than she meant it to. “You’re impossible.”
“Mm. And yet, here you are.”
Silence stretched, warm and dangerous. Riley stared up at the ceiling, heart still pounding, and muttered, “This doesn’t mean anything.”
Elizabeth didn’t argue. She just lay back, hands behind her head, like she’d reclaimed her mask of control. “Of course not,” she said smoothly. “It’s just part of the act.”
Riley bit her lip, refusing to look at her. Because they both knew, whatever this was, it wasn’t fake.
And that was the problem.