Chapter 25 #2
“You didn’t answer me.” Bryn massaged her inner thigh, moving upward in agonizingly slow increments.
“What?” Vivian’s question was an exasperated huff.
Bryn looked up at Vivian, lightly teasing her nipple between her teeth. When she had her attention, she grinned. “Tell me what you want, Vivian.”
“Touch me,” she panted, dropping her performative energy.
“Turn around,” Bryn whispered.
She complied so quickly Bryn didn’t have time to plan her next move. Vivian sat in her lap, back pressed to Bryn’s chest.
“Your body is so strong,” Bryn muttered while she gently kissed the curve of Vivian’s neck. “You’re incredible.” She took both of Vivian’s breasts in her hands, squeezing them.
Vivian responded by rolling her hips into Bryn’s lap, slow and seductive. She reached back, nails finding the base of Bryn’s skull and scratching her so softly, the touch had no right to feel so good.
Rubbing her thumb over Vivian’s nipple with one hand, Bryn let the other roam down her torso. When she reached the waistband of her underwear, Vivian held her breath.
“Have you imagined this before?” Bryn didn’t wait for her to answer. “Thought about my hands while listening to my voice?”
Vivian tensed.
“I hope you have,” Bryn confessed, nuzzling her neck and grazing the shell of her ear with her lips. “Fuck, that would be so hot.”
Vivian made a sound something like a whimper. “No,” she moaned, body trembling while she was grinding and making Bryn wish she’d packed a strap.
There was something like regret in Vivian’s tone.
“Did you want to?” Bryn guessed, hand drifting over Vivian’s underwear.
Vivian bucked her hips forward to meet Bryn’s touch. “Yes.”
Bryn rewarded her honesty by pressing her fingers to the material, not expecting to find it damp with arousal. The contact was a rush of unbearable desire that undoubtedly soaked her own boyshorts.
“I wish you would have,” Bryn confessed, squeezing Vivian’s nipple between her fingers. “You’re so beautiful when you come, aren’t you?” She teased the tip of Vivian’s hard clit through the material.
Vivian trembled in Bryn’s lap, her hard breaths turning into enthralling moans. Bryn wanted to stay there forever. To live on the brink until it killed her.
“Do you like to use your fingers?” Bryn rasped against Vivian’s ear. “A toy?”
“A vibrator,” Vivian replied, like she was resisting the urge to cry.
“Do you ever tease yourself?” She slid down the soaked material to her entrance.
“No,” she replied like it had never occurred to her.
“Never press it to your pussy right here?” She pressed her fingers together, making circles to feel how wet she was.
“Bryn,” Vivian made a fist in Bryn’s hair, the other gripping the armrest so hard she might splinter the wood. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” She squeezed her breast, pushing the tips of her fingers in as deep as the underwear would allow.
Vivian cursed, throwing her body back into Bryn to grind against her fingers. It was so hot Bryn was sure she’d have an orgasm before Vivian ever touched her.
“Do you like it when I call you baby?” Bryn lost Kelly Craves.
Vivian nodded.
“Can you come like this?” Bryn slipped in through the side of her underwear.
“Yes,” she panted. “Please,” she added, voice faint and signaling she was close to ruining her expensive lingerie.
“You’re incredible,” Bryn repeated, resting her chin on Vivian’s shoulder to watch her rock her hips into her touch. “Can you take those off for me?”
Vivian ripped off her underwear. The sight of her naked and splayed in Bryn’s lap was almost too much.
“Open your legs,” Bryn pleaded. “Let me see you.”
Vivian hooked one leg over the chair’s arm and parted the other. She was a much better listener than Bryn expected. So much more eager to please.
“Do you want me to make you come, baby?” Bryn grazed her earlobe with her teeth.
Cursing, Vivian nodded.
“Slowly?” Bryn slipped Vivian’s swollen clit between her fingers, unable to look away from her body.
She shook her head.
“Softly?” Bryn made tiny circles with her fingertips, watching for the places that made Vivian hold her breath. That made her body go rigid.
Vivian shook her head again, swallowing audibly as if in anticipation.
“Do you trust me?” Bryn asked, fingers moving with more speed. More confidence. “Trust me to make you feel so good?”
“Bryn,” she whined like a plea for mercy.
Collecting the evidence of Vivian’s desire from her dripping entrance, Bryn covered Vivian’s clit like it was lube. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do?” She teased the very tip of her clit so lightly it was probably borderline uncomfortable. Or at least she hoped.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I’m going to make you come like this,” Bryn promised. “Just like this.” She moved her fingers faster but didn’t offer any more pressure. “You’re going to feel like you’re straining for it.” She shifted to quick side to side motions. “Are you already so close?”
Vivian couldn’t stop grinding her ass into Bryn’s lap. And for a dizzying moment Bryn hoped she would drip all over her pants. The notion was fuel on a roaring fire.
“Tell me,” Bryn demanded, wishing that they were facing the huge mirror propped up in the opposite corner. Wishing she could see Vivian’s expression as she moved.
“Mmhmm,” she managed like it took tremendous effort.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Bryn promised.
“Please,” Vivian begged, perspiration dotting over her soft skin.
“But I haven’t finished telling you what I’m going to do.” Bryn kissed her neck, her shoulder, her jaw. “You asked me to fuck you, didn’t you?” She increased the pressure the tiniest bit, sending Vivian’s hips driving upwards for more.
Bryn let go of her breast and grabbed her hip, holding her in place. “After you show me just how good you sound when you come, I’m going to fuck you so hard—”
Vivian’s moan tore from her throat. Her body stiffened, taut and trembling.
“Just like that, baby. Come for me. God, you’re so fucking good. Don’t stop,” Bryn said, a steady flood of encouragement moaned against Vivian’s ear.
Arm wrapped around Vivian’s waist, Bryn held her while she writhed. The sound of Vivian’s unraveling was like music and art and more than Bryn could’ve ever hoped for. She held her tight. Held her until her orgasm peaked, and before it ended, slammed her middle finger into her hard.
“Didn’t I promise hard and fast?” Bryn panted, biceps already burning.
Vivian didn’t respond. She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t make a single sound. Somehow the complete silence, the inability to do anything with her stiff body but tremble, was even more devastating than her moans.
Bryn ran her thumb over her nipple again, distracting her before she plunged a second finger into her. Immediately, Vivian clenched around her, squeezing her fingers so tight it was almost impossible to move them. Bryn held on and didn’t stop talking. Didn’t stop praising.
There had never been a sight sexier than Vivian unraveling on top of her. Free and wanted and stunning.
When Vivian dropped into her lap a sweaty heap, Bryn pulled out of her slowly. Even if she wanted to stay inside until the spasms subsided, she didn’t know how overstimulated Vivian got and it wasn’t the time to ask.
“You are amazing,” Bryn said, circling her arms around Vivian while she struggled to catch her breath. “You are unbelievable,” she promised quietly, squeezing her just tight enough to be comforting rather than crushing.
Vivian’s laugh was a hard exhale. She rested her arms over Bryn’s and dropped her head back against her shoulder.
“You’re surprisingly good at that,” she confessed, still breathless.
Bryn kissed her shoulder, relishing the faint salt on her skin. “Why do you say that like you expected me to be a dud?”
“Well, in my experience, people who talk a big game talk themselves into impossible to meet expectations.” She ran her thumb over Bryn’s hand before massaging her wrist like she knew how hard it had worked.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve never talked—do you mean me?” She grinned. “Or Kelly?” She inhaled the perfume on her skin, amplified by her efforts.
Vivian didn’t respond as if it was taking all of her focus to solidify her jellied bones.
But she turned her head, shifting more to one side so she could mostly see her face.
There was something in Vivian’s expression that Bryn couldn’t read.
A shift that Bryn couldn’t decipher, but wanted very desperately to understand.
Before Bryn could ask, Vivian was kissing her again. Kissing her like she was starving for her.
“I’m not going to ask you how you want it,” Vivian said while twisting around.
The confidence in her voice reignited the glowing embers of Bryn’s desire.
Vivian put one foot on the floor and rested her knee on the edge of the chair.
A knee Bryn might have started grinding against if Vivian hadn’t grabbed her by the jaw.
If Vivian hadn’t let her hand slip down her neck and squeezed her throat.
“Unbutton your shirt,” she demanded.
Bryn started loosening her tie.
“I didn’t tell you to take that off.” She squeezed Bryn’s throat, sending a pounding rush to her beleaguered core.
Bryn cursed, fingers on her buttons. She opened her shirt, even if part of her wanted to see how far Vivian would go if she disobeyed. There’d be time for that later.
“Pants off,” she commanded.
Bryn obliged. Obeyed until she was in nothing but the tie and Vivian was evaluating her naked body in open approval.
Vivian leaned in, lips to Bryn’s ear, tie wrapped around her hand when she yanked her forward. “You are going to come on my tongue and whatever doesn’t go in my mouth you’re going to lick off my chin and throat and chest and wherever else you make a mess.”
“Jesus, Vivian—”
She pulled Bryn’s tie so hard it was a wonder it didn’t rip. It was a warning. One Bryn heeded.
“Yes,” Bryn agreed despite her dry mouth and thundering pulse. “Fuck, yes.”
Vivian kissed her, more teeth and hard tongue than soft lips. Bryn didn’t care. She wanted every side of Vivian. Rough or gentle, as long as it was real.
“Are you wet for me?” Vivian released her grip, letting her hand glide down Bryn’s chest before cupping her breast.
“Only one way to find out,” Bryn muttered, attention focused on how good Vivian’s hands felt on her body. How badly she wanted to feel her everywhere.
Vivian squeezed her nipple, forcing her half-lidded eyes to snap open. Mascara smudged and bun out of place, Vivian expected an answer.
“I’m soaked,” she replied barely above a whisper.
Vivian released her only to do something more torturous. After another hard kiss, Vivian ran her tongue down Bryn’s throat. She kissed her way down Bryn’s chest and over her belly.
When Vivian kneeled between her parted thighs, Bryn was sure she’d have no problem doing exactly what Vivian wanted. Was even more sure that her unraveling would be instantaneous.
And yet, she was still unprepared for the sight.
For Vivian looking up at her, gorgeous lips parting.
Vivian opening her mouth to extend her sexy tongue.
Vivian locking her in her dark gaze when she collected every drop of Bryn’s arousal with a long, slow swipe of her tongue.
Vivian moaning at the taste of her. Vivian wrapping her arms around Bryn’s thighs and jerking her forward until her tailbone was at the edge of the seat.
Vivian eating her pussy with ravaging fervor.
Jaw clenched tight, Bryn couldn’t speak. Lungs burning, she couldn’t force herself to breathe.
There was only the swirl of Vivian’s tongue. Her fingers digging into Bryn’s trembling thighs.
And then Vivian decided that Bryn had lived long enough. She stopped abruptly, leaving her on the edge when she started kissing her inner thigh.
Panting, Bryn looked down to find Vivian gazing at her. As a reward for reading her mind, Vivian kissed her way back towards Bryn’s aching pussy. If she so much as brushed against Bryn’s clit, she was going to tip over the edge of an unstoppable orgasm.
“Look at me while I make you come.” She teased Bryn’s entrance with the tip of her tongue, and it was almost enough to make Bryn lose her mind. “And if you close your eyes, I’m going to stop.” She grinned like sin personified. “Stop at any time, right?”
Bryn’s tense jaw dropped open. The thrill and horror at being outmatched was a rush. She heeded, ready to hold her eyelids open if that’s what it took.
The moment Vivian wrapped her lips around Bryn’s clit and sucked her in, she nearly failed. She was already pulled so tight. Already so close. It was all she could do not to close her eyes and throw her head back and let go.
But Bryn kept her eyes on her. Kept grinding into Vivian’s mouth, eyes open even when Vivian closed hers. When she moaned into her. When she flicked her tongue over Bryn’s clit and sent her reeling.
“I’m coming,” Bryn rasped, hoarse and breathless.
Vivian opened her eyes, watching her unravel with a pained expression. Her targeted focus faltered, but it didn’t matter. Bryn reached down, fist in Vivian’s hair, and made good on her promise to come in her mouth again and again until she dropped back totally spent.
She only caught her breath for a moment before she was pulling Vivian off her knees and back onto her lap. When Vivian straddled her hips, Bryn wrapped her arms around her waist while kissing herself off of Vivian’s lips.
“I taste so good on you,” Bryn muttered, hand stroking her damp back.
Vivian smiled and kissed her deep and slow. “Not as good as I’m going to taste on you,” she muttered before slipping off Bryn’s lap and pulling her to the bed.