Chapter 26 #2
She took Bryn’s phone with her elegant fingers and hit record on her software. She plucked the earbud from Bryn’s loose grasp and put it back in Bryn’s ear.
Bryn watched, hypnotized, as Vivian took the peach Bryn forgot she was holding, took an absolutely profane bite of it, and flung it into the sink. When Vivian closed the door and leaned forward, Bryn couldn’t help but reach for her bare thighs.
Mouth warm and tongue sweet, Vivian kissed like she was performing for a camera. Slow and deep and matching the swing of her hips. Bryn moaned. She’d never recorded for Siren with someone else in real time, but the notion was immediately exhilarating.
“You want them to hear me?” Bryn asked, mouth sliding down Vivian’s throat.
Vivian responded by grinding against Bryn’s pelvis. Rocking up to meet her intentional rhythm, Bryn couldn’t stop touching her thighs. Vivian was unfairly soft and deceptively strong.
“You want them to hear what you do to me?” Bryn unzipped Vivian’s dress and pulled it up over her head.
She leaned back, resting her weight on her elbows, to stare at Vivian.
Like this, in private, Vivian basked in her attention.
Indulged in Bryn’s adoring gaze when it touched her throat, her cleavage, the lacy fabric of her bra, her flat belly trembling with the same anticipation making Bryn’s fingers tremble.
Bryn’s heart soared knowing that Vivian felt admired rather than consumed. She loved Vivian’s confident hands running over her own body as if Bryn would look away if she didn’t direct her. As if she could ever look away.
“How about they listen to you instead?” Bryn pulled out her earbud again and passed it over.
Vivian’s expression said absolutely-the-fuck-not, but Bryn didn’t take it back. She grinned, a rush of diabolical mischief firing in her mind.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She moistened her lips, letting her teeth drag over her bottom lip the way Vivian liked. “You’re afraid you won’t be able to stay quiet?”
At the challenge, Vivian brightened. She tipped her head to the side as if asking… what if they recognize me?
“If you don’t think you can do it…”
Bryn dropped her hand on her torso, letting it drift to the edge of her sweatshirt.
She tugged it halfway up her chest, exposing only the bottom of her bare breasts.
As if they’d choreographed it, Vivian shifted to straddle just one of Bryn’s thighs.
In nothing but a bra, Vivian looked decadently sinful.
Her ravenous eyes tracked Bryn’s every movement. Watched in rapt attention while Bryn slipped into the waistband of her joggers. Expression dark, she flickered with disbelief that Bryn wasn’t bluffing.
“I still have work to do,” she muttered, fingertips ghosting over her clit, sore from so much attention and greedily aching for more.
More of Vivian’s lustful gaze. More of the delighted surprise that preceded it.
“I guess you can just straddle my thigh while I handle business myself.” She flinched when she hit a tender spot, but the pain immediately dissolved into heat.
Bryn closed her eyes, tipped her head back, relaxed her jaw, and moaned. Knowing that Vivian was watching her, that she was pulling her apart with nothing but her eyes. That she wanted her in the same all-consuming way—it was almost enough to send Bryn over the edge before they’d started.
Bryn breathed deeply and slowly. She sprinkled little whines between her moans like an award-winning chef adding salt to her creation in practiced increments.
Relaxing into the pleasurable sensation as the discomfort eased, Bryn’s eyes snapped open when Vivian tugged at her pants. She furrowed her brow, watching Vivian as she moved to yank off Bryn’s pants in one fell swoop. As she bit her lip when she realized Bryn wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Oh, you want a better view?” Bryn teased, moan low in her throat. “You’re going to leave me in nothing but my hoodie?” She narrated for her audience, even if she wasn’t sure the audio would be usable.
Vivian straddled one of Bryn’s thighs again, bare skin to bare skin.
“Fuck,” Bryn gasped, not expecting Vivian to be noticeably slick with arousal.
“You’re so wet,” she muttered, attention fixed on Vivian’s gently rocking hips.
On her hands moving to her back. On the bra falling to her side.
On the absolute perfection of her naked form, hair falling forward when she started grinding in earnest.
She’d overplayed her hand. Bryn couldn’t possibly hope to beat Vivian in this game. She didn’t need to have defined rules to know Vivian was going to play dirty and Bryn was going to beg her to keep going.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Bryn sighed, core throbbing and screaming for attention, but she was absorbed in Vivian. Vivian, who rested one open palm on Bryn’s chest just to grind harder against her flexed quad. “I love watching you.”
Through half-lidded eyes, Vivian looked at her. She raked her gaze over Bryn’s body and made a gesture with her head that said get moving.
Biting the inside of her cheek, Bryn played oblivious. She ran her left hand up the side of Vivian’s thigh. The other she left resting on her hipbone.
Vivian stopped abruptly and leaned back, arms crossed over her glorious chest. She was threatening to strike, but Bryn couldn’t help herself.
“What is it?” Bryn did her best to sell wide-eyed innocence given that Vivian already knew most of her filthy secrets. “What do you want?”
Unimpressed by Bryn’s feeble attempts to get her to talk, Vivian’s icy stare was unnerving. She was so committed to the challenge, she didn’t break even though Bryn could easily edit out any slips.
Bryn had to reward her intensity. Gaze locked with Vivian’s, she slipped between her own thighs again. “Do you like watching me?” she asked without slipping into her Kelly Craves voice. “How about a better view?”
She bent her knee and let it drop to the side so Vivian had an unobstructed view of Bryn’s moving fingers. Vivian’s chest flushed hard and it was almost enough to start Bryn’s undoing. She moved to a less sensitive spot to make it last.
“Grind against my thigh,” Bryn rasped, mouth dry and heart racing. “Let’s see who loses and comes first.”
Aura crackling like a summer electrical storm, Vivian super-heated the air when she started rolling her hips again. She shook Bryn to her foundation like wall-rattling thunder when she leaned forward again and slid her hand under Bryn’s hoodie.
“That feels so good,” Bryn panted when Vivian’s elegant fingers brushed against her hard nipple. “Don’t stop,” she breathed.
The more Bryn talked, the harder Vivian bore down onto her. It was only years of experience that made her mouth keep moving, kept her talking for the audience, while she watched Vivian.
Vivian, who was absolutely devastating when she was unguarded.
Who was even more intense when she breathed softly.
When she dropped her regal composure to somehow command even more subservience.
Bryn had never met anyone who existed in contradictions.
Someone so vulnerable and commanding, soft and fierce.
It made her want to know every version of Vivian.
To earn that honor she’d guard with her life.
“Kiss me,” Bryn begged, orgasm rushing in too fast to stop. “You win,” she managed through gritted teeth.
Vivian kissed her while she came, but couldn’t contain her satisfied grin while she did. The moment Bryn’s orgasm let her go, she took her revenge.
“Baby, you’re dripping,” Bryn said when slid her left hand under Vivian. When she slipped inside her with two fingers and Vivian immediately clenched around her. There was no more smirking.
“Can you grind into my palm with my fingers inside you like that?” Bryn’s wrist protested the position, but she told it to stop being a little bitch and kept going.
Eyes closed and brows furrowed, Vivian nodded. All Bryn could do was watch. Watch while Vivian rode her fingers with a ballerina’s grace. Watch while her grinding grew faster, hair messy and skin flushed.
Bryn curled her fingers, finding the spot that had worked every time and Vivian stopped moving. Getting up on her knees, Vivian gave Bryn the room she needed to move. To go hard while Vivian trembled. To beg for her release while she squeezed her fingers.
When Vivian came for her, she couldn’t stop the faint plea. Couldn’t help crying a raspy, “Bryn,” when she stiffened.
“That was incredible,” Bryn promised when she pulled Vivian down to her. When she held her until her trembling subsided.
Vivian reached over, turned off the recording, shifted her weight off of Bryn. Bryn missed Vivian crumpled on top of her immediately. The loss was like sunshine slipping into shade, and all Bryn wanted was to have the heat on her skin again.
Bryn was going to ask her to blow off the rest of the day. To go out into the city together. To leave altogether and see the Hamptons. Or the wineries upstate. She’d go anywhere just to have space with Vivian. To touch and talk and know each other in every way that counted.
“If that gets a million downloads, you owe me royalties,” Vivian said with a throaty chuckle. She pecked Bryn’s lips and stood.
Bryn took a cleansing breath, swallowed what she was going to say, and followed.
“Does this count as an ‘overheard’?” Vivian asked from her place on Bryn’s bed, face illuminated by her phone’s glow.
Naked, propped against pillows on a messy bed in Bryn’s small room, Vivian had no right to still look like a celebrity. Bryn cracked open a room-temp bottle of water and handed it to Vivian. Outside, somehow night had fallen and they’d never made it back to the conference.
“How much time have you spent on Siren?” Bryn joked, plopping down next to her, taking the bottle after Vivian finished.
“They’re losing their minds.” Vivian laughed, gaze glued to the comments on the audio Bryn had lightly edited before posting.
She’d taken out Vivian’s moaned “Bryn,” but kept the rest. The unpolished sound had worked better than she could have hoped. It was rich and intimate and real.
Bryn curled up at Vivian’s side to look at her phone too. The comments had started with speculation whether Kelly Craves was performing both voices, but moved quickly to speculating on the second person’s identity. Vivian skipped the comments begging for more collabs between Kelly and the Mystery.
“Who’s this?” Vivian held her thumb over one of the comments guessing that the other person was Tempting Tiffany. Not guessing, hoping. “They’re in a fucking lather about her.”
Bryn laughed, fingertips tracing Vivian’s abdomen. “A very popular erotic artist.”
Vivian put her name into her search bar and brought up Tiffany’s social media account. She clicked on a video of her performing burlesque and tensed. The more she watched, the more her energy cooled.
Bryn’s stomach growled, sparking an idea that might take them out of the hotel. That would give Bryn more time with Vivian’s mind, not just her body.
“There’s a pulled-noodle place a few blocks away. Do you—”
“Why would they guess it’s her?” Vivian glared at her screen like she might challenge a few hundred people to make allegations to her face.
“Vivian…” Bryn laughed. “Are you jealous?”
Tossing her phone to the side, Vivian climbed on top of her. “No,” she said with unshakable confidence. “I don’t care what a bunch of strangers think.” She pushed Bryn’s legs open to slip between them. “I just don’t want anyone to take credit for my work.”
Bryn hooked her legs around. “Your work, huh?” She laughed, skin buzzing everywhere it met Vivian’s. “This is all about creative integrity?”
Vivian hid her smirk in Bryn’s kiss. “Mmhmm,” she agreed before kissing a searing line down Bryn’s neck.
Running her palms over Vivian’s back and down to her waist, she pulled her closer. She was somehow never close enough. Naked and on top of her, but somehow still out of reach.
“We should eat something,” Bryn said, but not as forcefully as she meant to.
Vivian smiled while she kissed her way down Bryn’s body. She looked up at her before running her tongue along Bryn’s inner thigh. “Oh, I intend to,” she promised.
Other desires forgotten, Bryn closed her eyes and melted into the heat of Vivian’s mouth.