CHAPTER 11
Violet had never been the type to be assertive in her sex life, what little of that she’d had.
She’d been fine playing along with whatever her partner had wanted in the past, sometimes finding pleasure and other times, not so much, but something had come over her tonight.
First, she’d gone to the bar when everything in her had told her not to go, to stay home, and later, to turn back around.
She hadn’t, though. Instead, she’d stared at Stella, trying to win some ridiculous battle with the woman she’d once hated ten years ago, and she’d left the bar feeling like she had accomplished something, knowing that Stella would probably text her and want to know what had brought her there.
She’d been trying to come up with an answer just before Stella had yelled her name on that sidewalk.
She couldn’t believe that she’d let Stella kiss her, but a kiss was just a kiss.
It was no big deal in the grand scheme of things.
When she’d told Stella to unwind her, that was something she never thought she would say, and then, a hand had been on her breast, and she’d wished that they hadn’t been in public.
She’d suggested that they go to Stella’s place because there was no way that she could take Stella back to hers, with her three friends probably just now eating dinner either in the living room while watching the latest show they were binging together or in the kitchen before they did that.
She couldn’t exactly make out with Stella as they stumbled inside the house with Arlowe, Enya, and Sarai sitting right there on the couches, nor could she explain why she’d brought Stella home at all or what they would be doing in her bedroom, so Stella’s place had been the only option.
Now, she was inside Stella Ross, and Stella was working hard to kick off her tight jeans, which was proving difficult, but she appeared to be determined.
Violet fucked her as hard and fast as Stella could take until finally, Stella’s legs got bare, and Stella was pushing down at her underwear, trying to get those off, too.
“Will you just stop?” she asked as she began rocking her own center over Stella’s now-bare thigh. “I can’t make you come if you keep squirming.”
“I want you to have full range of motion,” Stella replied.
“Full range of– Jesus, Stella, that sounds ridiculous.”
“Fine. I want you to really fuck me, Violet. Hold on.”
Violet wasn’t sure what she meant at first, but Stella had her underwear down her thighs and then off her body entirely seconds later.
Merely an instant after that, she had her shirt off and her bra on the floor beside it, too.
Stella was bare to her for the first time, and Violet wanted a moment to take it all in, but this wasn’t about admiring Stella’s body.
This was about the two of them doing something that they probably should have done ten years ago.
It was about getting this out of their systems.
She pushed her way back inside when Stella spread her legs wide, going in deeper and deeper with every thrust before she stopped to flick and press her thumb to Stella’s clit.
Violet also wanted to go down on her, and she had every intention of doing that, but it would have to wait because this was too good.
She pressed her clit down hard against Stella’s well-muscled thigh and glided up and down, letting her clit get some relief.
She knew she wouldn’t come from this, but even after two of the best orgasms of her life, she couldn’t resist building up to one more.
“Fuck, Vi! Yes! There! Don’t stop.” Stella gripped her hips and held on to her as she moved back and forth. “God, that’s so sexy. Please come like that,” she encouraged Violet, sounding breathless.
“I don’t know if I can. But it feels so good.”
“Do you need my mouth again?”
“Yes,” Violet confessed.
“Make me come, and you can have it.”
“God, you’re good at that,” she said.
“Good at what?”
“The… dirty… talk stuff.”
“You like it?” Stella asked.
Violet looked down and spotted that unbelievably sexy smirk.
How had she not noticed that when they were in college?
Had she, though, it might have been her undoing.
She leaned back a bit, reached down between her legs to gather her own wetness, and then brought her fingers to Stella’s lips in the same way Stella had done to her earlier.
“To hold you over,” she said, not believing she’d even managed the words.
She slipped her fingers into Stella’s wide-open mouth, and Stella sucked on them hard.
Violet, still leaning back, had to refocus her attention, but then she resumed fucking Stella with her other hand.
When Stella bit down on the fingers in her mouth, Violet pulled them out and lowered herself back.
She kissed Stella while she made her come, and Stella moaned and groaned while she rode out her orgasm.
Violet took her bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling on it, and when Stella finally stopped shaking, she pulled her fingers out, and both of her palms pressed to the hardwood floor on either side of Stella’s head.
She moved so she could roll down into Stella then and pressed their centers together while she placed her lips on Stella’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“Fuck, Violet. I have to work tomorrow. I don’t own any turtlenecks.” Stella chuckled.
“Seems like an oversight on your part,” she stated and licked the skin she’d just sucked. “And I kind of like the idea of marking you. Is that weird?”
“No, just do it a little lower, maybe, so that I don’t have to find that thing of concealer buried in a drawer in my bathroom.”
“How much lower?”
“Oh, I think you know,” Stella said with another husky laugh.
“No one at work will see anything I might leave down there?”
“No. Please, Vi.”
Stella Ross was begging her to go down on her.
It wasn’t something that Violet had ever specifically thought or fantasized about, but it sounded so good to her right now.
Since she already wanted to do that, the right thing to do would’ve been to move down Stella’s body and do just that, give Stella what she wanted, but Violet couldn’t resist.
“Say it again,” she said before she nibbled on Stella’s earlobe.
“God, I knew this would be good,” Stella said instead. “I think I’ve always known that you and me together would be insanely intense.”
“Intense?” she asked.
“That’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had, if you’re fishing for compliments,” Stella told her. “Now, will you please go down on me? I have no shame. I will beg and not feel bad about it at all. Just please make me come again.”
Violet nearly growled, but she held it in.
She moved her mouth down to Stella’s right breast and decided to draw this out a little bit longer.
Pulling the nipple into her mouth, she sucked hard and slipped her hand back down between Stella’s legs, giving her something to hold on to until Violet’s mouth could pay it the attention they both wanted her to.
“Vi, after. That feels very good, but after.”
Deciding she had prolonged the torture enough, Violet let the nipple go with a pop and kissed down Stella’s body, watching Stella spread her legs wider than before to make space for her to settle between them.
“God, you are so ready,” she said, running her fingers through Stella’s wetness and taking her in.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
Violet looked up and saw Stella with her hands behind her head, holding herself up a bit so that she could look at her. Violet loved this, and she smiled up at her, wishing she smirked as well as Stella did. Then, she licked her.
“Oh, fuck,” Stella said, and her hands went away as she dropped her head down to the floor.
Violet repeated the action.
“Violet, just suck. Please.”
But Violet licked her again first, not wanting to give in right away, and she swirled her tongue slowly around the tip of Stella’s clit before she took her and sucked hard until Stella Ross came in her mouth.
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When Violet woke up, she was naked and in a bed that wasn’t her own.
There was someone lying there next to her, and it took her a moment to remember where she was and what had happened the previous night.
Violet was in Stella’s bed, and Stella’s bare back was on full display to her, with the sheets pulled up only just to her ass, which meant that Violet could see her tattoo, the two birds made of two curved lines apiece, flying across Stella’s shoulder; the same shoulder that Violet had kissed and then bit down on hours ago.
Her teeth marks were still there; faded, but still there, and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching forward and gently touching the marks with her fingertips.
Stella shifted from that, and it made Violet internally freak out because she had no idea what to say to this woman after they’d spent all night having sex, only falling asleep around three in the morning, when Stella had insisted Violet stay over due to the late hour.
“Morning,” Stella greeted when she rolled over. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know. I just woke up.”
Stella was lying on her back now, and she reached for her phone on the bedside table to check the time.
“It’s six-thirty. I don’t have to be at work until nine, and technically, I can work from home today. What time are you due in at the office?”
Violet didn’t want to tell her that her office was in the garage of her house, so she rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.
“I have a daily stand-up meeting with my team at nine, but it’s flexible, and sometimes, Arlowe sleeps in, so we move it to later.”