CHAPTER 15
Violet still didn’t understand what kept coming over her whenever she was with Stella, but here she was, driving the woman to her house.
They could’ve gone to Stella’s, and even though her friends had said they’d stay away for a few hours, Violet didn’t have to bring Stella back with her.
In fact, she’d told them that she wouldn’t.
“Stella doesn’t have any roommates. If we do that again, I’ll just go to her place,” she’d said to Arlowe before leaving.
As she pulled into the driveway, she still wasn’t sure if bringing Stella here was the right idea, but she grabbed her purse and waited for Stella to get out of the car before she locked it and headed toward the front door, with Stella following close behind.
Violet unlocked the door and let Stella walk in before her.
“So, this is the living room.”
“It’s nice,” Stella said.
“It’s a living room.” She chuckled. “Do you want something to drink?”
“No, I’m okay. I would like a tour, though,” Stella replied.
“Oh, okay,” she said in confusion, having not expected Stella to want to see the whole house.
“Of your bedroom, Vi. Can you take me to your room and show me around?”
Violet gave her a small smile and a nod. Then, she motioned to the hallway that was to the left and walked down it, letting Stella follow her again. She walked by a few doors before she stopped in front of her own.
“I have the master bedroom. It’s the largest of the four.”
“Yeah? So the tour might take us a while, then?” Stella teased. “If we take in each wall individually, that is.”
Violet didn’t laugh, but she wanted to. She pushed open the door, walked in, and let Stella do the same.
“Just in case,” she said as she closed and locked the door behind them.
“I try to run?” Stella asked.
“No, in case they come home. They never just burst in, but I wouldn’t put it past Arlowe.”
“To walk in on us having sex?” Stella asked.
“I don’t know. I–”
“I don’t care,” Stella told her, taking Violet’s purse and tossing it to the floor before she pressed her against the door. “Your roommates aren’t here now, are they?”
“No,” Violet whispered.
“Then, we can be as loud as we want until they get back.” Stella slipped her hand under Violet’s skirt and asked, “Did you wear this just for me?”
“Yes,” she confessed.
“When you put it on, you had something in mind for me to do to you. What was it?”
“It wasn’t just one thing,” she revealed. “It was several.”
“What do you want first?”
“Your mouth.”
Stella kissed her hard in response, pressing Violet more firmly against the door.
“Not what I meant,” Violet said when Stella moved her lips to her jaw after a few minutes.
“I know what you meant.” Stella moved her hand to cup her center. “I want these off.”
“Tear them off.”
“Fuck, Vi. Is this a thong? You own a thong? Is it lace?”
“Yes, to all of those questions.”
“Keep it on.” Stella knelt in front of her and lifted the skirt. “Jesus, this is sexy.”
And before Violet knew it, Stella was spreading her and licking her through the fabric.
“Oh, God…”
Violet spread her legs wider for her.
“Yes, God is right.”
Stella licked her a few more times before she pushed the thin material aside and sucked.
Violet looked down and could only see the shape of Stella’s head bobbing under her skirt, and it turned her on even more, not being able to see what Stella was doing.
She put her hand on the back of Stella’s head and let her take her close to the edge.
When Stella stopped, Violet went to protest, but Stella only paused to pull the underwear down and off her.
“Leg,” Stella ordered.
Violet lifted her leg, and Stella placed it over her own shoulder before she moved back in to suck Violet’s clit into her mouth. Seconds later, Violet was rocking her hips against Stella’s face, coming hard.
“You said there were several things you wanted,” Stella said without moving to stand up before Violet even started coming down.
“Fingers,” Violet said. “Fuck me with your fingers.”
Stella did stand up then. She kissed Violet and moved her hand between her legs, gathering the waiting wetness before she moved two fingers inside her and pressed her thumb to Violet’s still-sensitive clit.
“How do you want it?”
“Hard,” she replied.
Stella pushed into her hard, fast, and deep while Violet wrapped her arms around Stella’s neck and felt like she had to hold on just to keep herself from falling over as her second orgasm tore through her body.
“I’ve got you,” Stella said.
Violet wasn’t sure why Stella was saying that, but as she came down from her second orgasm, she realized she was no longer leaning back against the door but was more or less being held up by Stella, who was still inside her.
“I was worried it wouldn’t be as good as last night,” she admitted before she nipped at Stella’s still-clothed shoulder.
“And?”
“Better,” she replied. “Somehow, better.”
Breathing hard, Stella asked her, “Why did you think it wouldn’t be as good?”
“Because I thought we got it out of our system.”
“Apparently not,” Stella said and wiggled her fingers, which made Violet moan. “Again?”
“Yes, but I want you to wear something this time.”
“Ah. I remember you mentioning that at the bar.” Stella slipped out of her and helped her stand up fully again. “Need to lie down?”
“I want to stand for this one as well.”
“No problem.”
Violet lifted her mock turtleneck off and revealed her bra-clad breasts to Stella, who immediately cupped them with her hands.
“Can this come off, too?” Stella asked.
“Yes, but leave the skirt on,” Violet said. “You can get naked, though.”
“Oh, I can, huh?”
“Well, you’ll need to at least lose the pants if you’re going to wear it for me.”
“Where is it?”
“Top drawer. I put the dildo into the harness before I left for the bar.”
“Fuck. You planned this.” Stella removed Violet’s bra and lowered her mouth to the waiting hard nipple. “I love that. You wanted it so much; you made it as easy as possible for me.”
“Get it, Stella. Please,” she practically begged, and normally, she would’ve been embarrassed to beg someone to give her something in the bedroom, but with Stella, she wasn’t.
It was just sex between them, and they could ask for what they wanted without fear or shame because there were no feelings involved here. If Stella didn’t want to do something, she could say so and they wouldn’t, and vice versa.
Stella let go of her breast then and walked over to the drawer Violet had nodded to.
She took off her shirt and bra before she opened it, kicked off her shoes as well, and pulled off her socks.
She turned around to face Violet once she had the strap-on in one hand and began unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans slowly with the other, making Violet lick her lips.
“Do you want to help me, Violet?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Violet walked over bare but for her skirt and her heels, which she kicked off on the way, and knelt in front of Stella. She pushed the jeans down her legs and took them off. Then, she looked up and noticed a dark spot on Stella’s pale-blue bikinis, so she licked her there.
“Oh, that’s good,” Stella said. “But later. Do that later.”
Violet looked up at her and tried to give Stella a smirk that could rival the one Stella used on her, hoping it was sexy, and when Stella looked down at her, her expression told Violet that it just might have been.
Violet removed the underwear and wanted to take Stella with her mouth, but Stella held out the harness for her, so Violet helped her slip it over her legs and sat back on her heels, watching Stella adjust it until she ran her hand over the dildo a few times back and forth slowly.
“Lube?” Stella asked.
“I don’t need any,” she said as she stood.
“Fuck, Violet.” Stella moved into her then and pressed her into the wall by Violet’s bed. “Is this your favorite toy? Do you fuck yourself with it?”
“Yes, and yes,” she answered as Stella tapped her thighs, indicating that Violet should spread her legs. “And I want it a different way,” she added, finding the courage to say it out loud.
“Tell me.”
“From behind. I want my hands pressed to the wall and you behind me.”
Stella took a step back, and Violet thought she might say something, but when she didn’t, Violet turned around and pressed her palms to the wall. She stuck her ass out a little and felt Stella lift the skirt that she was still wearing. Stella’s hands ran over her ass then, making Violet gasp.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she replied.
“This is what you wanted, right?” Stella asked.
“Yes.” Violet pressed her forehead against the wall in front of her. “I’ve just never done it before.”
“Which part?” Stella asked.
“In this position. I’ve had strap-on sex before, Stella.”
“I figured, considering you had the whole setup in your drawer there, Violet. I was looking for a little clarification. Is that a problem?”
“The problem is that you’re talking. I don’t want talking. I want you to fuck me.”
“Say that again,” Stella told her, and Violet felt the dildo between her legs, gathering wetness.
“I want you to fuck–”
Stella pushed inside her. No preamble. No slowly moving inside to allow Violet to stretch for her.
And Violet loved it. She’d never had sex with real passion like this before, and it was amazing.
Passion. Heat. No feelings. No consequences.
Stella pulled out a bit before she pushed back in and gripped Violet’s hips hard, moving her along with the movement of Stella’s hips.
“Are you ready?” Stella asked.
“God. Stella, just–”
Stella’s thrusts came in earnest then. Over and over, she pushed into Violet and pulled out just enough, moving their bodies together like she’d done this a million times.
And for all Violet knew, she had. They hadn’t exactly talked about the things they’d done in bed and the things they hadn’t.
Did she need a safe word? Violet should’ve thought of that before she asked Stella to fuck her repeatedly tonight.
“God! Yes!”
Violet came hard, with her forehead pressed against the wall, yelling her pleasure into it without even thinking about the fact that on the other side of the wall was the hallway that her friends could be walking down to get to their own bedrooms at any minute.
Hell, maybe they were already home, and she just couldn’t hear them over her own yelling.
Stella continued to move inside her, but she slowed until she stopped altogether.
She didn’t pull out, though. She leaned forward and kissed Violet’s bare back as she reached a hand around Violet to grab a breast. The other hand appeared and held on to the other one.
Violet had only just started getting her breathing under control when Stella began moving inside her again, slower this time, but still just as deep.
“Okay?” Stella asked as she massaged Violet’s breasts.
“Yes,” she managed out.
“Sometimes, when I come really hard,” Stella began and continued to push inside and pull out, using her hips to guide the dildo inside Violet. “I need to come down fully with another orgasm that might… be less intense, but still just as good.”
“Are you…” Violet went to turn her head, but Stella bit down just below her shoulder blade. “Oh, fuck.”
“I’m going to come, yes,” Stella said. “Can I?”
“Yes,” Violet replied.
She wished they were in a different position now because she wanted to watch Stella come, but she could do that later. If Stella wanted it like this, she’d give it to her. It didn’t take long. Violet was ready again within minutes, and Stella, it appeared, was as well.
“Fuck.” Stella bit down again. “God, I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Violet was coming, too, so she held on to her bottom lip as she came, not sure if her friends were home yet.
While they’d told her they’d stay out for a few hours, there was no guarantee that they actually would.
It was possible that curiosity would get the better of them and they’d hurry home to see if Violet was there and if she were alone or busy in her bedroom.
As much as she loved her friends, living without roommates one day was the dream.
“God, that was fucking good,” Stella said. “Did you?”
“Yeah,” she replied.
“You were quiet.”
“You were loud enough for the both of us, I thought,” Violet teased.
Stella pulled out of her abruptly, spun her around, pressing Violet against the wall, and asked, “Oh, yeah?” She kissed Violet’s neck. “Do you like it better when I’m quiet?”
“I like it when you scream that you’re coming. It’s hot.”
“Want to make me come and hear me scream again? I’ll yell your name this time if you want.”
“I want,” she said.
“Let me take this off,” Stella replied.
“Can you keep it close by?” Violet requested, and for the first time, she didn’t feel guilty about asking for another orgasm after having a few already.
“Yes, I can.” Stella smiled at her. “Can that skirt be off now?”
Violet silently removed her skirt and watched Stella take off the harness. Then, she shoved Stella down on the bed and took her with her mouth.
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“So, should I go?” Stella asked a couple of hours later while they lay in Violet’s bed, staring up at the ceiling, sated, at least for the time being.
“Your friends are home now, but it sounds quiet out there. They’re probably in their bedrooms, right?
I can call an Uber and sneak out, if you want. ”
“I’m not making you sneak out, Stella. I’m not a teenager, living in my parents’ house. Just stay.”
“Okay,” Stella replied with a nod. “Can I maybe take a shower before we go to bed? I have a lot of cleaning up to do. Will it wake them, though?”
“Take a shower. They’re fine.”
“Want to join me?” Stella asked.
“No, I’ll go in after you.”
“Environment be damned, huh?” Stella joked before she climbed out of bed. “I want to do this again, Violet.”
“Then, don’t take a shower, and we can go again right now.”
Stella laughed and pointed at Violet as she rounded the bed on the way to the bathroom.
“Not what I meant. And while I’d love to take you up on that, my body needs a break. I meant that I want to do this again sometime. Another night.”
“We’ll talk about that later,” Violet said.
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
When Stella left the bathroom door open, Violet was tempted to join her in the shower after all, but if they weren’t going to have sex in there, it would just be them showering, which felt a little too intimate for two women who were only having sex.
Maybe they should talk rules before they do this again, assuming they would.
Violet wasn’t sure. Her brain was pulling her in two directions simultaneously.
One moment, this was a bad idea. The next, this was a good idea.
Whenever Stella wasn’t in the room with her, the thoughts of it being bad won over, but when she walked back in after her shower, naked, glistening, and beautiful, the thoughts of this being the best idea that Violet had ever had won over.