Chapter 3 #2
If I lick her well enough, I’ll get what I want. Sarah was already halfway there.
Yet Luca remained a passive participant as she received what Sarah hoped was the cunnilingus of her life.
She put everything she knew into play: the stroking, the nibbling, the licking, and the sucking.
No one could deny a woman licking the length of their slits and moaning as she came into contact with her generously sweet wetness as it dripped against her lips.
Especially when that woman was mostly naked and fluttering her sleepy bedroom eyes at the one lurking above her.
The wetter she became, the harder it was to find her clit. Perhaps it was for the best that Luca wasn’t trying to orally fuck her, but it played with Sarah’s preconceived notions of what women like Luca were about in the bedroom. Or, in this case, the private room of a sex club.
“Enough.” She pushed Sarah back by the shoulders until her mouth was off her. “Get up here and kiss me as a proper lady does.”
Sarah didn’t know what that meant, but she would guess it was something like hopping in her lap and going fuck-crazy on her mouth. Which was what she wanted to do, anyway.
Luca grabbed her ass and squeezed as hard as she dared, bringing her pelvis forward and sliding her hips against Sarah’s clothed slit.
Groaning, Sarah focused on both bruising Luca’s mouth with hers and slipping her fingers between them.
Pull this over here. Bring my hips forward. Find my damn clit… oh, oh…
She didn’t mean to whine on Luca’s lips.
She wanted to crash her tongue against Luca’s and taste the back of her throat – make her taste the musk on her lips.
But experiencing the hard, slick pressure of Luca’s pelvis pushing up between her thighs did something to Sarah that she hadn’t felt in much, much too long.
Luca didn’t say anything. Didn’t growl, didn’t hiss, didn’t chuckle or sigh. All she did, while Sarah struggled to process the sensation claiming her, was firmly grab her hips and pull her down against the rigid line of her pubic bone, grinding her exactly where she needed it most.
She was forced to take all of her like that, every ounce of pressure, every punishing inch of contact, however much that was.
I can’t tell. I don’t know. How the fuck do I count?
What the hell is an inch? 2.2 centimeters in the motherland!
Fuck me senseless, it’s both amazing and terrible!
Amazing how intense it was against her. Terrible that it wasn’t a permanent part of her – which might have been for the best.
Sarah enjoyed it best when it hurt a little. It reminded her that she was alive. That pain was also a part of pleasure. That even though she hurt inside, she could still experience something that made her hot enough to come.
“Fuck me,” she muttered on Luca’s lips.
“You fuck me first, Angel.”
No, no, too difficult to lift off her and then lower herself again. To do it quickly enough to get off? Impossible! Why was Luca making her do all the work? Why was Sarah the one clinging to the back of the couch and riding her when it should have been the other way around?
That’s what she thought, until Luca grabbed her from beneath the legs and tossed her onto the far end of the couch.
Sarah didn’t know what she had done to unlock the savage woman inside of Luca.
Maybe it was her magical pussy or that eagerness she continued to praise.
Maybe Luca finally got with the program and realized that, no, there really were no strings attached to this hookup.
Either way, she was finally on top of Sarah, surging between her legs as the firm, relentless grind of her hips opened Sarah up more with every sharp thrust of Luca’s body against hers.
She groaned into the crook of Sarah’s neck, who cried out in that twisted pain and pleasure that gave her the easiest high to get off on.
She didn’t care if Luca kissed her, nor did she care if Luca ground against her without regard for anything but raw need.
That was part of the thrill, wasn’t it? The ultimate one she sought at the end of a long night of seduction.
Luca said things to her that were neither romantic nor respectful. Sarah would never remember the details later. Only Angel cared about being called exactly what she was.
What did Sarah care about? Sarah cared about taking this woman for all she offered.
No one should mistake this one-night stand for the epitome of grand romance.
Nor should it be seen as anything but two people coming together for as much fun as they could pack into a few minutes.
For Sarah was under no disillusion she would see much more of Luca after they came.
Her mannerisms and the way she interacted with Sarah until now suggested she would forget her as soon as the last tremors of release left her body.
Fine with Sarah. She’d forget her, too. By Monday, she’d be back to being Sarah Clayborn, overworked and often ignored. Too busy to give a shit about some sexy bigshot who made her see stars for a few minutes.
At least Luca knew how to fuck. Was there ever any doubt?
“Are you going to come for me, Angel?” Luca sounded as lascivious as the sounds coming out of Sarah’s throat.
Luca had her pinned beneath her, the unyielding pressure of her pelvis driving up against Sarah’s slick heat, while arms wrapped tightly around her.
Sarah was trapped in all the right ways, consumed by Luca and at her utter, fearless mercy.
“If I fuck you hard enough like this… will you come all over me?”
“Yes!” Sarah was drunk off the control Luca exerted, her strength continuing to build as this body drove her to climax. “Fuck me harder!”
Sarah orgasmed as soon as Luca’s hips slammed up against her again. She didn’t hold back the shouts of pleasure wracking her or the greedy way she clamped down on the rhythm Luca drove into her. What was the point of this night if she didn’t tempt fate?
“Holy shit, Angel.” The only reason Luca slowed was because the rigid pressure of her pelvis was too sensitive to continue its onslaught. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were after something.”
How did she know?
“Fuck me. That’s your God damned game.” And then Luca pulled back.
She pulled back!
Sarah was still in the midst of her orgasm when she was suddenly without the woman making it happen.
No matter how she attempted to bring Luca back down – and onto her – Luca remained back, legs trembling, one hand between her own thighs as her eyes glazed over with the unmistakable approach of release.
Sarah sat up as soon as she had her wits again. With the scent of sex threatening to knock her out, she wound herself around Luca’s lap and helped guide her through it, gripping Luca’s hips and grinding up against her as Luca chased her own climax.
“Oh, shit.” Luca kissed her right before the first burst of heat hit Sarah’s abdomen. Straight from Luca’s body that she hadn’t meant to release anywhere near Sarah. “You fucking devil.”
Luca continued to bruise Sarah’s cheek and throat with her lips, her tightening fingers grasping Sarah’s shoulders, channeling her orgasmic energy while her shuddering body pressed helplessly into Sarah’s hand and stomach.
She wants me.
Sarah kept her hand on Luca’s quivering abdomen even after the last trembling pulses left her bare skin. How much is this woman holding back right now? Deep down, Sarah knew she would never find out. She tried not to care.
“You’re amazing.” How did those words come out when Luca’s lips were lazily drawing circles around Sarah’s nipples? “Serves me right for falling for your seductions so easily.”
“I have no idea what the problem is.” Sarah lowered herself onto the couch, Luca’s release still slicking her skin. Seriously. Look at her. Still flushed and trembling from both of their orgasms. “You need to relax, though.”
Sarah would help her. Whatever Luca’s issues with letting herself go during sex, they clearly did not exist when Sarah had her mouth on Luca’s pussy. Nope. Definitely didn’t exist when she managed to come again… only this time against Sarah’s surging tongue.