Chapter 23 #2
She was used to that type of stare. In fact, if it wasn’t present, it was a sign that she wasn’t doing her job right and needed to change course.
But Maya’s eyes weren’t just filled with desire. There was something deeper there, too. An odd excitement. Curiosity, at what Harper might do next. Either because she wanted to admire her tricks of the trade, or perhaps because she was looking to twist them into weapons of her own.
Both thoughts were appealing enough to summon a familiar throbbing between her legs.
Harper rolled her hips slowly. Brought herself closer, then further away. Minutes passed, of their bodies being tethered with aid from the scarf, but otherwise barely touching.
“How long do people usually take this?” Maya asked.
“As long as I want them to. Or as long as they can afford. Whichever comes first.”
Harper let go of the scarf, leaving it hanging from Maya’s neck, and picked up the pink lollipop she had left on the couch next to them. She removed the plastic packaging and brought the end of the stick to Maya’s lips.
“Hold this.”
Warning flashed in Maya’s eyes. But she didn’t act it out. Instead, she bit down on the white handle, holding it between her teeth.
“So polite.” Harper brushed dark hair out of Maya’s face. “So obedient.”
Maya tensed. She was getting close now. Just a little more.
Harper flicked her tongue over the tip of the lollipop. She let out a humming sigh before closing her lips around the pink head, pulling it free from Maya’s teeth. The taste of strawberry filled her mouth, and she let out a low, satisfied moan.
“So sweet.”
In the next breath, Maya had grabbed the silk scarf and hooked it behind Harper’s back. She pulled at the ends, forcing her forward an inch.
Harper smirked. Got you.
“You’re pushing it,” Maya said. “I’m only going to take so much. If I were you, I’d be very careful about what I do next.”
Harper rested the lollipop against her own lips, eyes widening.
“Me? Careful?” She tsked, and Maya’s grip on the scarf tightened. “I’m not sure I know what that word means. Can you be a good girl and remind me?”
Harper knew that would get her. It had before, and this time the buildup had been far more pointed. She even tensed preemptively, ready for Maya to flip her over and ravage her right then and there.
She didn’t. Instead, she tugged her closer.
“You think you can make me do what you want that easily?” Maya said. “That’s not how this game is played. You’re not in charge here.”
“Really?” Harper rolled her hips again, grinning when Maya stiffened. “It feels like I am.”
“And you want me to prove you wrong. You want me to stop resisting the pull you’re using.
To lose control. To fuck you to within an inch of consciousness.
” Her smile turned lethal. “You want me to use you. However I see fit. To make you kneel on the floor, take charge of that creative tongue of yours, and use it to summon the pleasure you keep teasing me with. Isn’t that right? ”
Harper’s mouth went dry. Heat pulsed through her legs, and for a moment, she forgot all about the role she was playing as she let herself be hypnotized by Maya’s gorgeous eyes.
“No,” she managed after far too long a pause. “You’re wrong.”
Maya put her hand against the outside of Harper’s boxers. She pressed in, teasing her clit through the fabric, before easing her fingers into the underwear.
She was so wet already. Usually, she had a pretty good poker face, but it completely faltered when Maya retracted her hand and pressed her fingers against Harper’s lips.
“Open your mouth. Taste how wrong I am.”
Fuck. The tangy smell of her own desire made fire blaze through her body, and it was all she could do not to beg right then.
She had no idea how Maya did that. How she caught Harper’s energy with such ease, sending it right back in her face. But did it really matter how she kept winning? When she always made losing so fun?
She fixed her eyes on Maya’s. And licked her fingers clean.
Maya watched as Harper’s tongue caressed her skin.
Her eyes stayed on Harper’s mouth, even as she pulled her hand back.
She took the lollipop from Harper’s hand, circling it over her lips and leaving a sticky coating in its wake, before she dropped the candy, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her into a hard kiss.
Harper moaned against her mouth, the taste of herself and strawberry sugar making this kiss so much sweeter than it had any right to be.
She’d had so many ideas. So many ways to push Maya’s buttons, and maybe even find new ones, but this…
Screw her own plans. Maya had better ones.
Footsteps. Coming down the hall. Slowing right outside the door.
Harper broke away, eyes widening.
“Trish!” she whispered. “Fuck. Hide.”
Blessedly, Maya didn’t object. She threw herself in the same direction as Harper, leaving them lying side by side on the couch with its back shielding them. The handle clicked, and then the door swung open.
Harper put her hand over her mouth, stopping any potential noises from escaping. Maybe Patricia was doing a sweep before leaving. It was getting late, so she might just be poking her head into the private rooms to ensure everything was in order.
Then the footsteps came closer. She was in the fucking room now.
No. No, no, no. They hadn’t even been subtle. Harper’s pants lay bundled by the corner bar, a blaring clue of the very active crime scene Patricia had walked into.
If they were spotted, Harper was a dead woman.
Maya clearly didn’t consider her own life in peril. She was wearing a wide grin, and Harper glaring at her did nothing to lessen it.
The footsteps continued. Paused. Silence followed, stretching for several seconds.
Then they returned, moving back towards the door, and were followed by a low click as it shut again.
Harper gasped in relief. She had been holding her breath without realizing.
“That was way too close.” She sighed, dropping her head onto the couch cushion. “Fucking hell. I was sure we were done for.”
Maya didn’t answer. She was quiet. Still smiling. And so not in a good way.
She moved her hands apart, and Harper’s wrists snapped together. Maya had tied a loose knot around her wrists without being noticed. A knot that was now tightened so much that Harper couldn’t part her hands.
Her mouth dropped open. “What are you doing?”
“You had your fun.” Maya pushed her onto her back, hovering over her. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Are you crazy!? She’ll hear us.”
“That sounds like a you problem. One you can avoid if you just stay quiet.”
Harper gaped. No… No, she wouldn’t. That was way too far. Way too risky, way too—
Maya pulled down Harper’s underwear. Kissed her sternum. Her stomach. The inside of her thigh.
“I’m feeling generous, so I’m giving you two options. Either you behave and let me do what I want.” Maya circled a finger against the top of Harper’s thigh. “Or you struggle and I’ll spank you for it. Which will it be?”
Harper froze. She didn’t exactly mind when Maya spanked her like that—quite the opposite, actually—but right now she was very much opposed. Moans could be muffled. The sound of a palm hitting skin, less so.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Is that really something you want to test? Since I’m so good at being mean?” She tapped her hand against Harper’s thigh. It produced a light sting, but the low smack it made seemed close to deafening. “Now keep quiet. Or don’t. Either way, I’ll have fun with you.”
Maya lowered her face between Harper’s legs, arms around her thighs. She kissed her hip, her mound, her slick skin. Then, she circled her tongue around her clit.
Harper clasped her bound hands over her mouth.
This would not end well. Their frequent escapades over the past week meant Maya had become highly familiar with Harper’s shortcuts.
She knew just where and how to touch to make Harper’s body go haywire, and she looked like she was about to make wicked use of that knowledge.
The setting didn’t help either. Harper didn’t want to admit it. But the thought of getting caught sent such a thrill through her body that the moan caught by her hands was embarrassingly loud.
Her hands were yanked away from her mouth. Maya had grabbed the end of the scarf, holding on tight and keeping her wrists lowered.
“That’s cheating,” Maya said, grinning. “You need to learn to control yourself. You won’t do that if you have your hands helping you.”
Harper bit back the comment she was about to spit out, as Maya’s tongue found her clit again. Circling tighter. Any words spoken would be wrapped in loud moans, and she had no way of stifling them now.
Harper closed her eyes, tensing all over to keep any sounds from escaping. Her legs, her fists, even her lips were pinched together.
Don’t make noise. Whatever you do, don’t make noise.
“Are you getting close?” Maya asked, the words taunting. “The way you’re shaking suggests as much.”
Tension coiled in her stomach. Her legs trembled, and her breathing had turned panting.
“Answer me.” Maya pinched her thigh. “Otherwise, I’ll have fun in another way.”
“Yes,” Harper said through clenched teeth. Maya pinched her again, a little harder.
“Be polite.”
“Yes, Sir. Fuck.” She swallowed her moans into strained whimpers. “I’m close, okay. I’m really fucking close.”
“Was that so hard?” Maya chuckled. Then she closed her lips around Harper’s clit and sucked.
Harper’s mouth fell open. She pressed her hips up, her treacherous body chasing stimulation, even though it would mean her ruin.
This was so not okay. It was wrong in so many ways. And knowing that, feeling that, only made the moans harder to control. If this went any further, she wouldn’t be able to hold them in.
“Please don’t,” Harper gasped. “Please stop. If you keep going, I… then I can’t…”
Maya hummed in approval. “I think you can. In fact, I think you have to.”
She pressed her tongue down harder. Circled tightly and fast. She kept going and going, pushing further and further, until Harper’s vision grew spotty.
She threw her head back, body tensing and then bucking as Maya’s tongue pulled her over. Pleasure zipped through her body, escaping as a ragged moan that she managed to lower in volume only due to desperation.
The orgasm hit hard and suddenly. Like a hammer, crashing through her, and culminating in a massive spasm that left her trembling with the effort of keeping silent, and even then, she didn’t quite succeed.
She might have been able to stifle her moans, but she couldn’t do anything about the gasps that followed.
Maya withdrew, and Harper’s body went slack. The knot around her wrists was undone, but she couldn’t even raise her arms. She couldn’t move any part of her body at all.
Save for one. Her tongue worked just fine.
“I really hate you sometimes.” She’d intended for it to come out harsh, but it was hard to do that when the most you could do was sigh.
Maya crawled on top of her and gave her a kiss. One so soft that Harper almost forgot to be annoyed.
“I don’t believe you,” Maya said with a grin. “Besides, we weren’t really in danger. I heard Trish go downstairs and out the front door. I hope you have a key, though. Otherwise, we’re locked up in here.”
“You’re such an ass,” Harper laughed. It was hard not to when Maya smiled at her like that. Or looked at her. Or pushed a strand of hair away from her sweaty forehead.
Maya’s smile faded. “This isn’t exactly making it easier to leave.”
That brought back dreadful context. Something Harper had willfully pushed away. That in just a few hours Maya would be gone.
But she couldn’t think of that, or all the uncertainty it involved. She didn’t want to say anything that could mess up these last hours. Didn’t want to focus on the fears she didn’t dare voice.
How long would it be until they had a night like this again? How much distance would it take to kill the smile Maya wore whenever they saw each other? When would she realize that she could do so much better than the mess Harper offered?
She could only think of painful answers.
She pulled Maya close and kissed her again. Kissed her with a fervor that didn’t fit the present. That let her commit it to memory.
Because even though Harper didn’t have any real reason for it, she feared it might be the last time she would get the chance.