Chapter 15 #2
Chicot didn’t see much of Monty, Lyza, and Elvis’s RV.
The lights were dim, and Monty had Chicot by the hand, pulling her through the small kitchen to Monty’s bedroom at the back.
The only light was that lamp in the corner again, but it was dimmed low so that it mostly provided ambience, which in this case was probably for the better, as Monty pulled Chicot close to her.
Their lips crashed together, Monty kicking the door shut and grabbing at the blinds in the small window next to the bed.
She managed to get them down without breaking away, one hand spread wide on the small of Chicot’s back as she did it.
Chicot didn’t really have time to be impressed, her stomach fluttering as Monty nudged her backwards onto the bed.
She hadn’t realized how much she’d wanted Monty’s hands on her like this.
They’d been on Chicot so many times of course, eight shows a weekend, practice each week, but they were warm and soft right now in a way they weren’t when Monty was lifting her.
She buried her fingers into Monty’s hair, tugging on Monty’s dress for her so she could crawl on top of Chicot without it being in the way.
Monty’s mouth tasted sweet, a hint of the chocolatey coffee she’d been drinking still lingering on her tongue as she ran her hands up Chicot’s sides.
She held her so firmly, Chicot squirmed slightly when something tickled, but she couldn’t really get away.
It made her skin tingle, her head tipping back as Monty’s mouth moved from Chicot’s lips to her jawline.
Chicot’s fingers found their way to Monty’s jacket, helping her shrug it off and tossing it next to the bed, a rush of shivers running down her spine as Monty smiled at her when she did it.
She sat up, leaning forward to kiss Monty’s jaw, a satisfied moan coming out of Monty when Chicot ran the tip of her tongue along her neck.
“Can I go down on you?” The words came out of Chicot so naturally, her fingers gently sliding up the fronts of Monty’s thighs.
She had never quite been this bold in bed, her nerves usually fraying and tugging so tight she could never get any words out.
But Monty, for whatever reason, seemed to put her at ease. “Please?”
“Yes,” Monty murmured. Her fingers fidgeted with the sheets at Chicot’s sides.
Chicot was already rolling them over, Monty a willing participant because Chicot was certainly not strong enough to somehow overpower her.
She paused once she was sitting between Monty’s legs, her eyes finding her face in the low light of Monty’s bedroom.
God, she was in Monty’s bed. Chicot licked her lips.
Monty’s face already had a pretty pink flush all over it, mostly on her cheeks, which made her jaw look softer and even cuter.
Chicot wanted to plant kisses all over them, but she was focused on other things at the moment.
Monty’s fingers shifted to Chicot’s face, eyes trained on her lips as she traced Chicot’s features.
Chicot leaned forward, giving her a chaste kiss and a smile before she was helping Monty get her dress off so it could join her jacket.
Monty protested slightly about being the only one losing clothes, so Chicot stopped to ditch her crop top.
She hadn’t been wearing a bra, but at this point, she didn’t think it mattered.
It did earn a nice, quiet noise of surprise from Monty.
Chicot buried herself in Monty’s skin then, her tongue finding the spots that made Monty twitch with anticipation and her teeth nipping places that made her moan.
Her soft, lacy bra cupped her breasts so nicely, but Chicot had imagined this moment more than a few times alone in the shower and it hadn’t been there.
It didn’t take much time to get it off, her hands gently squeezing as she took turns lapping at Monty’s nipples.
Monty responded with low, breathy noises, her fingers gripping Chicot’s shoulders tightly, eventually having to ask Chicot to move on because Chicot could have stayed right there for the rest of the night.
Of course, there were other things she wanted to do, other noises she wanted Monty to make.
Her fingers dragged over Monty’s sides, Monty’s tummy twitching ever so slightly as she laughed.
Chicot apologized, the two of them smiling at each other for a moment as they reveled in the touch of each other’s skin, even if they were tickling each other by mistake.
When her palm grazed Monty’s strong thigh, Chicot knew she was going to be lost to this for a very long time.
Monty, who was so kind and sweet and guarded, was opening up to her, and Chicot wanted to see every part of it.
Monty’s panties had ribbons on them, and while they had lace at the edges, they weren’t the same shade of pink as the bra.
Chicot couldn’t help the way she stopped to admire them for a moment.
However, they prevented her from getting to exactly what she wanted, which meant they had to go, and quickly joined the pile slowly amassing.
When she kissed Monty’s inner thigh, Monty groaned and her head fell back against the pillows behind her, one hand now loosely holding onto Chicot’s hair.
Chicot went slowly at first, giving Monty the chance to say no, to back out, to tell her to stop, but it never came.
Her lips found soft pubic hair, her tongue peeking out as she teased Monty’s inner lips.
Monty’s grip tightened, a gasp escaping her, and she met Chicot’s eyes.
Hers were lidded, lips parted as she ran a gentle finger over Chicot’s cheek and nodded at Chicot.
Chicot just shot her a grin before she buried her face between Monty’s legs.
Monty wasn’t particularly loud, but Chicot found quickly that she could read her.
Every swipe of her tongue or change in pattern made Monty’s hips twitch slightly.
Chicot planted one of her thumbs just above Monty’s clit, holding the soft skin of her hood out of the way so she could relish in the way she gasped and rolled her hips as Chicot teased her tongue over it.
“Fuck, it’s been so long.” Monty’s voice came out cracked and a shiver ran down the leg that Chicot was currently holding onto for dear life because she was fairly certain Monty could crush her between her thighs. “Chicot, please.”
Chicot got the memo, her eyes fluttering shut as she settled in to focus on Monty’s clit.
She wrapped her lips around it, sucking gently as Monty’s voice jumped an octave, her fingers pulling Chicot’s hair hard enough to moan.
Chicot pressed her hips down on the bed, trying to get some sort of friction, but it was a largely fruitless effort.
It didn’t matter, because when Monty’s voice broke off, her muscles tensing around Chicot’s shoulders and chest as she came was all that Chicot needed.
It left her wet and twitching, Chicot’s lips hanging parted as she pulled away.
When Chicot picked her head up, her eyes swam slightly, air reaching her lungs for what felt like the first time in a while as Monty tugged her up for a kiss.
Chicot barely had a chance to wipe her mouth off before she met Monty’s lips, still dazed and wanting.
“I have a strap.” Monty’s lips were pressed against Chicot’s ear. It made Chicot shiver. “Or I can use my fingers.”
An ache formed in Chicot’s belly, her hands on Monty’s shoulders as she tried to ground herself. She didn’t really think it was going to work, so she gave up quickly. Chicot could stay on this cloud for the rest of her life if it meant Monty would whisper against her ear like that again.
“Fingers,” Chicot answered. She wanted the connection, the skin on skin, the control of a curled pointer finger, and most of all, she wanted to feel Monty’s strong hands on her.
Monty nodded, a snicker coming out of her as she pressed Chicot onto her back.
She then made quick work of getting Chicot’s baggy jeans off, mostly struggling with her belt before she had Chicot down to her underwear.
Monty took her time just like Chicot had, and it made Chicot want to beg and plead because she was already so worked up, but something in her told her that wouldn’t work.
She stopped caring entirely when Monty’s tongue slid over one of Chicot’s nipples, her thumb toying with the other as Chicot squirmed.
“Your tits are so cute.” Monty’s warm breath slid over Chicot’s skin, her chest tingling as she rocked her hips against the bed again. Chicot didn’t have time to think about it before she whimpered, her fingers finding Monty’s hair as she continued to toy with Chicot’s boobs.
“Oh, that was adorable.” Monty smiled at Chicot, sitting up to look at her face more directly.
Chicot’s skin felt like it was on fire. She had never experienced anything like this.
Maybe it was because she was used to being the top or because the last few people she’d hooked up with were men, but something about the gentle timber of Monty’s voice, the way she knew just where to touch Chicot, it had her on edge already.
“I—” Before Chicot could find a response, Monty slipped her fingers under the band of Chicot’s boxers, her thumb gently teasing her lips open, brushing her clit ever so slightly.
Any words that were going to come out of Chicot were replaced with a moan, her back arching off the bed as Monty dipped her thumb between her lips again.