Chapter 15 #3
“God, you’re so wet,” Monty mumbled. She didn’t seem to want a response this time.
It was more of a revelation than anything.
One that made her pupils blow wide like a predator ready to strike.
Chicot lifted her hips so Monty could get her underwear off, a squeak of surprise coming out of her as Monty grabbed one of Chicot’s legs and pulled her closer.
Monty chuckled softly, a single finger now sliding up Chicot’s pussy, just barely opening her lips.
“Monty,” Chicot gasped. Her eyes focused on the ceiling because if she looked at Monty, she would fall apart.
She was sure of it. Monty seemed to take this as a sort of challenge, though, on her knees with one leg between Chicot’s as she slipped a finger inside of her.
She leaned over Chicot, her hand planted next to Chicot’s head as she looked down at her.
Whenever Chicot’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, she saw Monty watching her, watching every tiny reaction she had as she added another finger or curled them in just the right way.
Chicot was loud. She couldn’t help it. She just hoped no one outside of the RV heard them, and if they did, they had the decency not to say anything.
Monty didn’t even seem to care, bracing her knee against the back of her hand for leverage so she could fuck Chicot a little harder, her fingers deep and large enough that Chicot moaned with every thrust, her head tilted back.
“Are you close?” Monty’s voice was a whisper against her ear again, Chicot clinging to her shoulders. Chicot nodded, her eyes lidded and bleary as she looked up at Monty, shivering when she chuckled softly. “Come for me.”
“Fuck.” Chicot’s eyes widened, a moan coming out of her as her hips rose to meet Monty’s hand.
She gasped when Monty curled her fingers again, her thumb now pressing against her clit instead of taking the occasional teasing swipe.
Monty rolled the soft pad against Chicot’s clit and it was over, her eyes rolling back as she’d lost herself for a second, Monty’s name the only word she could form.
Her eyes stuck on Monty’s cool gray ones as she watched every second of Chicot’s orgasm cross her face.
It took a few minutes for Chicot to truly come back to Earth.
When she did feel herself hit the ground, it was on the soft bed next to Monty, the two of them panting.
Monty’s fingers were in her hair, nails gently running over her scalp as Chicot’s eyes lulled closed.
She didn’t want to fall asleep yet, so she shifted, gently pulling away from Monty’s hand to sit up.
“I feel like we should have done that sooner.” Chicot leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Monty’s lips, a grin spreading across her face when Monty giggled.
“Maybe.” Monty’s fingers lingered on Chicot’s warm skin, Chicot’s entire body hot even with the AC blasting.
They watched each other for a while, their eyes mostly on each other’s face but drifting away here and there.
Eventually, Chicot shivered, and Monty got up to find her something to put on.
Once Chicot was in a shirt that would have been big on Monty—which meant she was borderline swimming in it—and she had her underwear back on, she slipped into the bathroom.
She splashed warm water on her face, shaking it out of the ends of her hair.
When she joined Monty in her room again, Monty was in her bed with the blankets over her legs.
A soft salmon-colored shirt hung off her shoulders with a large logo of some restaurant that Chicot didn’t recognize on the front.
In her hand was a vape that was shaped like an old pipe.
The only difference was that the well where tobacco would go had an LED screen in it.
Monty held it up and took a slow drag from it.
“It helps me sleep,” Monty said. Chicot crawled into the bed next to her, smiling.
“Can I have a hit?” Chicot asked. Monty smiled, offering her the pipe. Chicot carefully slipped it from her fingers, their skin brushing and sending a warm shock through her. She had a feeling practice was going to be much difficult now that they knew what their bare skin felt like when it touched.
Chicot gently pressed the lip of the pipe against her mouth, taking a slow breath so she didn’t overdo it. She carefully handed the pipe back off as she held the vapor in her lungs, letting it burn slightly before she exhaled.
“Where’d you even get that?” Chicot asked. Monty chuckled softly, tucking the pipe into a safe spot in the built-in shelves next to her bed.
“One of the pipe shops at the faire in Ohio had them,” she said. “They were too funny to pass up.”
Chicot chuckled. “Wanted to feel like Rosie Cotton stealing Sam’s pipe, huh?”
“I did.” Monty slid closer to Chicot to wrap her arms around her middle.
Chicot pressed into her shoulder, inhaling softly.
Monty’s skin still smelled like oak moss and sugar, something that Chicot guessed came from her lotion or a perfume; she wasn’t really sure.
She liked it, and as she sunk into the buzzing feeling of being high and Monty’s warmth, Chicot couldn’t help but wonder why she had thought this was a bad idea at any point.