CHAPTER 11 #2
“Well, that is great news.” Stella tossed her phone on the bed somewhere and moved on top of her.
“I am spent, but I wouldn’t mind one more round before we have to get moving.
Maybe…” Stella settled her hips between Violet’s thighs and began to roll down into her.
“We could have a round in here, and then another in the shower.”
“We shouldn’t,” she replied, making no effort to move or actually tell Stella to stop.
“No?” Stella teased as her hand slipped between Violet’s legs and she smirked at what she found there. “You’re soaked. Do you always wake up this wet, Violet Russell?”
“Not always, no,” she replied with a smile aimed at her. “Now, will you make me come, please? I really need to hit the road soon and get home so that I can shower and change for work.”
“Is that a no on the shower sex, then?” Stella asked as she pushed inside her with at least two fingers.
“Yes, that’s… a no on the… shower sex, but this… is a yes. It’s definitely a yes.”
Stella must have known that Violet was sore from their previous activities, so she went slow this time, kissing Violet through her orgasm that wasn’t as intense as any of the ones she’d had the night before, but was still just as good somehow.
Violet rolled them over after that and wasted no time moving her hand between Stella’s legs.
As she pushed and flicked inside her, she didn’t kiss Stella this time, though.
She hovered over her and watched Stella’s face as she made her come, and when Stella’s eyes opened, she looked away.
The moment felt too intimate all of a sudden, which made no sense because sex was inherently intimate.
Still, in the light of day, something about what they were doing was too much for her, so Violet pulled out slowly and shifted to her knees on the bed.
“I need to go,” she stated.
“You can stay for breakfast. I can make us something. Coffee, at least, if you’re not a breakfast person.
I don’t have chocolate syrup, but I think I have a can of whipped cream if you want that.
” Stella’s eyes got big. “God, why didn’t I think about that last night?
I could have licked it off your body, or you–”
“I have to go, Stella. Thank you for the breakfast offer.” Violet climbed off the bed. “Where are my clothes?”
“All over my floor,” Stella replied and sat up on the bed. “Are you sure you don’t want a shower? We don’t have to do anything.”
“I’m good. I’ll just shower at home. I have all my stuff there.”
“Your expensive soaps and lotions?”
Violet picked up her pants and underwear and replied, “Yes, exactly.” She gave Stella an expression that told her that she was only kidding. “And don’t forget my hundred-dollar shampoo that’s only three ounces.”
“You really have–”
“No, of course not.”
Violet laughed and slipped into her ruined panties and added her pants right after, buttoning and zipping them up.
“You wore a business suit to the bar,” Stella said with a little laugh. “Why?”
“I don’t know. It felt right.”
Violet found her bra and picked it up, clasping it behind her back immediately after.
“It looked right, too. And I loved taking it off you, but you do remember that you tore the buttons off that shirt, right?”
Stella pointed to the shirt that Violet had just picked up.
“Fuck,” she said.
“It’s hot when you curse, so if you don’t want me to take you on that floor again, you have to stop.” Stella stood, walked over to her, and took the shirt from Violet’s hand. “You can borrow one of mine.”
“For the record, you’re the one who ruined my shirt.”
“No. You pushed me away when I had my hand inside it. You’re the reason the buttons are currently on a sidewalk outside of Buddy’s. Admit that, and I’ll give you a new shirt to wear.”
“And if I don’t?” Violet asked with a little smile.
“You can drive home in your cute business suit jacket that has no buttons on it and hope no one notices that you’re only in a bra underneath it. Actually, can you just do that? I’d like to picture you doing that.”
Violet laughed and waited for Stella to grab her a new shirt, but Stella didn’t move.
“Okay. Fine. I ruined my own shirt,” she said.
“There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Stella teased.
Then, she walked to her drawer, pulled it open, quickly grabbed a shirt, and she more threw than tossed it to Violet, who had to react fast to catch it.
“This is a T-shirt,” Violet noted.
“So?”
“I need a real shirt.”
“What qualifies as a real shirt, Vi? It covers your upper body. Shirt.” She motioned to Violet, who was still standing there in only her bra. “You’re going home to change anyway.”
“Fine.” Violet pulled the shirt over her head. “Happy?”
“No, I like you better naked, but it’s whatever. I need to hop in the shower. I’ll walk you out first.”
“You’re naked.”
“To the door, not outside.” Stella chuckled.
“I remember where the door is. I’ll be okay. Where is my purse, though? Shit. Where is my phone?”
“I don’t remember you bringing them in last night.”
Violet slipped into her heels.
“Jesus! I left it in the car?” She hurried to the open bedroom door. “What if it got stolen?”
“I’m sure it’s fine, but I’ll put on some clothes, and we’ll go out there in just a–”
“It’s fine. I’ll come back in if I need to.” Violet turned back to Stella, realizing that she was about to run out on her again. “I… I’m not–”
“It’s fine, Vi. Go check on your stuff. If someone broke into your car, come back in.”
Violet nodded at her and hurried out, closing the front door behind her.
Then, she jogged to her car, and when she got there, she spotted her purse on the floor of the passenger seat.
She’d at least brought her keys inside last night, having them stored in her jacket pocket, thankfully, so she unlocked the car and was glad to find her phone and everything else still in her purse, where it should be.
Relieved, she looked up at the house and spotted a very naked Stella Ross standing right there in a window for all to see.
Violet’s eyes went wide, and she waved at her to get away from the window, which only made Stella laugh.