Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Jo stepped into the darkness, the heavy velvet curtain falling behind her as though it was sealing her in and protecting her from the outside.
She had been instructed to undress and change into a satin robe some ten minutes ago, and now here she stood, the blackness before her threatening to nudge her nervous excitement towards fear.
She hesitated when Callum’s voice echoed in the back of her mind. How Jo was boring and didn’t know what adventure was. How she needed to let go and learn to live in the moment. But then a presence pulled her out of that headspace when soft, sure, confident fingers traced over her skin.
Without a word, the woman drew her in, her warm hand gliding up Jo’s arm and leaving a path of fire in its wake.
Jo knew it was the idea of being in a room like this, but she couldn’t say she’d ever had that reaction to a simple touch before.
The woman had barely breathed in her space, and Jo was already soaking wet.
“May I blindfold you?” The woman asked as she brushed Jo’s cheek with a feather-light kiss. The sound of her voice had Jo on edge, that sexy, sultry tone sending the hairs on her arms upright.
“Y-yes.” Jo exhaled a shaky breath, surrendering control as she allowed herself to relax here. She swallowed down that ache of not being wanted as the blindfold covered her eyes, shutting out everything but sensation.
“Feeling okay?”
“Yes,” Jo said a little more confidently this time.
The darkness gave her a newfound freedom, and as the woman’s hands roamed her body beneath the satin she had just parted, Jo allowed herself to be touched and admired. The stranger’s lips followed the path of her fingers as they stroked over her collarbone, hot and wet against her skin.
And then Jo gasped when she felt a feather—at least she assumed it to be that—trace her sternum, then circle one aching nipple into a taut peak.
When the woman’s mouth closed around it, Jo instinctively reached out and threaded her fingers through her luscious hair.
She felt her smile, a light moan following when she sucked harder.
The feather continued on an exploration of her body, but the woman’s lips traced a line up Jo’s throat until they stopped just short of her own lips.
“You smell delicious.” The woman purred, sending Jo’s mind into a frenzy.
She had the softest voice, but something told Jo that this woman knew exactly what she was doing.
That she knew exactly what people were expecting when they entered this room. Mind-blowing sex. “May I taste you?”
“Mm,” was all Jo could manage, her legs trembling when she was guided away from the spot she’d been standing in, only to be eased down onto what she imagined to be a bed.
The surface was plush, soft against her back, and then she felt the bed dip at her feet.
Soft palms spread her legs, and then she felt the woman’s hot breath against her thigh. “Oh, fuck.”
The woman responded with a gentle bite to her inner thigh, then her fingers spread Jo’s lips, gathered her wetness, and slid inside her with confidence.
Jo’s hips bucked, her back arching from the bed the moment she felt those hot lips envelop her clit.
She didn’t want this to be over, she was only just getting started, but there was something about not knowing what was coming next that had her teetering on the edge.
Right now, she was lost in every sensation…
and lost in the intense heat roaring from deep within her.
The relentless lashing of the woman’s tongue, coupled with her slender fingers inside was too much to take.
The feather traced up Jo’s stomach and across her nipples until she was begging for more, gasping and trembling as one hand fisted in the sheet beneath her.
Her orgasm ripped through her, shattering every opinion she’d ever had of herself.
She cried out, falling apart around the woman’s fingers deep inside her, enjoying the way she coaxed everything Jo had to offer.
As she trembled, the woman pulled her closer, stroking Jo’s hair and soothing her as she rode out the aftershocks.
For the first time in months, Jo didn’t feel worthless.
She felt alive. She felt wanted. Callum’s betrayal faded away as she lay in the warmth of the stranger’s arms, replaced by the knowledge and understanding that she did deserve this.
Pleasure. Jo turned her face and pressed it to the woman’s shoulder, smiling against her skin.
Here, in the darkness of the room, she had found something she thought she had lost.
Herself.
The woman tilted Jo’s face towards her and pressed a kiss just beneath her ear as she whispered, “You taste like heaven.”
Jo shivered. Nobody had ever said that to her before.
At least, not like that. Callum had never touched her or looked at her like she was something to be worshipped.
And then a hand slid between Jo’s thighs again, coaxing a moan from her lips before she could suppress it.
She wasn’t done. Not even close. The fire that had taken root in her belly earlier was growing at a speed she couldn’t comprehend. Fuck! Who is this woman?
“I want you to fall apart again,” that gentle voice murmured. “Fuck, you have the most delicious moan.”
Jo’s breath caught. She turned towards the voice, still blindfolded and still lost in the dark, but she didn’t hesitate. “Please.”
The woman guided Jo to sit up, straddling her lap in a single, fluid movement.
Jo’s hands, trembling but eager, explored the contours of the woman’s body, her bottom lip caught between her teeth when those confident hips shifted forward.
Jo guided a hand between the stranger’s legs, her breath catching at just how slick and ready she was. “Touch me.”
Jo obeyed, her fingers stroking over her clit.
The low, throaty moan she received in response spurred her on, and she quickly found a rhythm, losing herself in the pace and the wet heat building beneath her fingers.
The woman rocked against her hand, and when her mouth found Jo’s again, it was urgent…
desperate. Their tongues clashed, their teeth grazed, and their hands roamed with a kind of hunger Jo hadn’t known she possessed.
God, every breath they took felt shared right now.
“I want you inside me again,” Jo hadn’t planned to say that out loud. Truth be told, she hadn’t even known she’d wanted it. But the moment she’d felt that aching emptiness between her legs, she knew she needed it all over again. “Please…”
The stranger reached for something—Jo felt the movement and heard a faint rustle away from her—and then she was being eased back onto the bed, the satin robe still clinging to her shoulders.
The mattress dipped, and then Jo felt the delicious pressure of something firm teasing between her soaked lips.
“Breathe,” the woman whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Jo breathed in and opened herself to whatever was about to happen. And then the exhilarating slide of the strap filled her inch by inch. Her fingers clutched the woman’s waist, guiding her deeper, anchoring Jo to the moment.
The rhythm started slow, and those long, deep thrusts had Jo almost seeing stars behind the blindfold. She arched her back as every stroke ignited something new, but every grind of their hips only sent her closer to the edge all over again.
“Harder!” Jo begged. “Please, fuck me harder.”
The woman obliged, driving into her with impressive control, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing softly in the enclosed space. One hand slipped between them and found Jo’s clit again, rubbing tight circles in time with the thrusts that were now relentless.
Jo shattered again. Only this time, it was violent.
Her cry tore through the room as her body writhed beneath the stranger, her limbs trembling uncontrollably as pleasure ripped through every inch of her.
The woman fucked Jo through her orgasm, dragging every ounce of sensation from her spent body until Jo was drenched in sweat and slick with satisfaction.
When the movement slowed and finally stilled, the woman eased out of her, lay down beside her, and pulled Jo into the curve of her body. Nobody in this world had ever given Jo such a night to remember. She also suspected nobody could ever top what she’d just experienced.
Trying to remain composed, Jo allowed herself to be swept up in the afterglow and everything she was feeling.
For the first time in years, Jo didn’t feel like someone waiting to be chosen. In this room, with this woman, she already had been.
Though Amelia’s hand was steady as she traced gentle circles over Jo’s bare shoulder, her mind was racing.
She hadn’t meant for this to happen. Certainly not here, and absolutely not like this.
With Jo blindfolded, and anonymity protecting Amelia in this moment.
But as soon as Jo had stepped into the club and ultimately chosen to spend her evening inside this dark room, Amelia had known what the outcome would be.
She allowed herself a moment to soak up what was happening here.
The knowledge that Jo’s body was pressed against her.
Amelia had held this secret for so long that it felt as though the guilt eating away at her was second nature now.
All those nights lying awake, her mind conjuring up Jo’s laughter and her gorgeous smile.
It was forbidden and ridiculous, yet those thoughts were never quite gone.
And now Jo lay here, wrapped up in her arms, with no idea who she was in this room with.
Amelia’s stomach lurched. The longing, the wonder, and the guilt were all tangled up inside of her.
She had dreamed of touching this woman for so long, and now that it had happened, Amelia warred with herself.
She couldn’t reveal who she was. Not now, and not here.