Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Brynn was aware of every single molecule in her body. There was so much that she wanted to experience, with—and at—Hallie’s hand.
A hand that was incredibly dextrous and capable, it turned out. Brynn’s whole body tightened when all Hallie did was brush her fingers tentatively against her clit.
Because—yeah, she registered—that felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Not with herself and not with someone else.
And, gender aside, Brynn had accepted that it was about Hallie specifically. About the connection they shared. How Brynn could let down her guard and be completely comfortable and herself whenever they were together, unworried about saying the wrong thing or making a mistake.
She just… existed, in a way that she couldn’t with anyone else in her life.
Being able to do that seemed to open all these parts of herself up that had been boxed away. They were open now—gapingly, achingly open—and she couldn’t imagine putting this feeling back into some recess of her mind and trying to forget about it.
Truly, it wasn’t even possible, the knowledge impressed upon her when they both let out indulgent groans as Hallie slid her fingers down against Brynn’s slit, where she was already wetter than she’d ever been.
She ached, like an emptiness was threatening to open up inside of her body and swallow her whole if she didn’t get some relief. If she didn’t find a way to tame this insatiable, wild feeling that her body knew it was on the verge of something it had never experienced before.
Maybe she wouldn’t be able to come, at least not this time, but whatever was happening felt so good that it didn’t matter. In fact, it took a back seat to everything else.
Her own hands had found their way under Hallie’s shirt, and she was tracing light patterns along incredibly soft skin, mapping every divot and muscle in Hallie’s back.
“Is this okay?” she asked, trying to keep some semblance of regard for the fact that, ten minutes ago, she hadn’t even thought that Hallie would be a part of the scenario tonight.
But Hallie had stayed. She’d walked into the room and stayed, and then she’d said insanely sexy things to Brynn, like how she wanted to guide her through trying to come. Which, for the first time, really did seem like an honest-to-god possibility for her.
She couldn’t ignore that the strained, tight feeling in her core was only so intense because Hallie was here. With her.
Hallie hadn’t answered, so Brynn’s hands stilled against her back, even as she groaned quietly. This finally prompted, in a rushed exhale from Hallie, “If you’re okay, then so am I. Whatever you want, I’m on board with. As much or as little.”
“Hallie,” Brynn murmured, trying to remember how to breathe as fingers started to work against her clit again, causing euphoria to radiate through her. “You’re allowed to have feelings about this, too. I don’t want it to just be about me.”
Brynn had been fantasizing about Hallie in more than a platonic way for weeks now, and the idea that the attention was going to be solely focused on her didn’t sit right.
Hallie started to move her fingers in a slow, circular pattern then, and every part of Brynn’s brain that was dedicated to rationality and reason short-circuited. “I like focusing on you,” Hallie said breathlessly. Brynn only dimly registered the words as Hallie continued her ministrations.
It felt amazing to be touched like this. To have Hallie on top of her, Hallie’s weight holding her in place.
Hallie, Hallie, Hallie.
All roads led to Hallie, and the voice in her head couldn’t go a single second without reminding her of that.
“Just tell me what feels good. Whatever you want, Brynn. Do you like this?” Hallie asked as she methodically traced up and down Brynn’s entrance, applying a hint of pressure but not slipping inside, which Brynn was realizing, as the seconds ticked on, was what she was growing desperate to feel.
She exhaled raggedly, already flushed and overheated with her need for more.
But Hallie was moving at a painfully leisurely pace, toying with Brynn like there was no rush.
This was further evidenced when she stopped, resting her two fingers right where Brynn wanted her the most. But Brynn could feel, with the slight twitch of Hallie’s fingers, that she wanted, maybe as much as Brynn did, to push inside.
In a night of firsts, she also finally understood the reckless, out-of-control sensation that she could best describe as a willingness to do anything, say anything, beg for anything just to get Hallie to give her what her body craved.
Which was Hallie pumping her fingers into Brynn, keeping the fever under her skin stoking up and up.
Maybe what Brynn wouldn’t do to get Hallie to keep going was the better question.
But Hallie held still until, finally, when Brynn thought she was going to combust, she looked down at her for confirmation. Which she received quickly in the form of a nod and a moaned please. Hallie gently pushed a finger inside and then, almost as quickly, eased it out again.
“Fuck, Brynn. You feel so good,” Hallie panted. She teased around Brynn’s entrance, sending all of Brynn’s already heightened senses into overdrive.
She loved and hated exactly what Hallie was doing to her, in equal measures.
But what she wasn’t torn about was the way that Hallie said her name, so full of wonder mingled with want, like this truly was the best night of her life, too.
And she especially loved how Hallie filled her, even with a single finger, allowing them to get closer than ever before.
She needed that feeling back. “Please,” Brynn whined again through choppy exhales, rutting her hips up, trying to encourage Hallie back inside.
It hadn’t come even close to being this good with other partners. Gregory had been disinterested for (now) very obvious reasons, and Grant was selfish through and through. She could accept that, in retrospect, she hadn’t had a good basis of comparison.
But Hallie? She was tender and engaged and so focused on Brynn that it was hard to form coherent thoughts.
Which had never been an issue in Brynn’s life before.
So, for maybe the first time ever, she decided to just do what felt good.
And what felt good was to indulge in the press of Hallie’s chest as it rose and fell against her own. Brynn wanted to touch her everywhere. In the last minutes, she’d grown sort of obsessed with thinking about the soft contours of Hallie’s body, how they were so familiar but so foreign to her.
Hallie’s breasts, specifically, which were straining against the fabric of her T-shirt, her nipples poking through from the cold or her desire or maybe some combination of the two.
Brynn had never wanted so badly to touch and taste and get lost in every possible sensation, just from the sight of a part of someone else’s body.
And knowing that they were so hard, even with a bra and shirt between them, only made the ache between Brynn’s legs grow more persistent.
She’d never felt so wanted or desired before, like their pleasure was tied together. That in and of itself was a staggering realization and a potent aphrodisiac.
Slowly, Brynn slid one of her hands around, scratching her nails lightly against Hallie’s rib cage. Hallie let out an anguished groan in response, which only turned Brynn on more.
Making Hallie feel good in turn ratcheted up her own hunger, like a perfect, never-ending loop. They were the infinity symbol, their bodies—together—promising limitless potential.
And Brynn wanted nothing more than to push into the expansiveness that awaited them.
“Oh god,” Hallie said as Brynn’s hand ghosted up higher, her thumb brushing across one of the pebbled nipples that Brynn couldn’t stop looking at, more perfect than anything she’d ever seen.
Hallie’s hips jerked against hers, and Brynn’s stomach bottomed out. Apparently, they both liked Hallie’s nipples receiving this attention, and Hallie’s response emboldened her.
She cupped Hallie’s breast in her hand, marveling at its solid weight. Brynn’s own chest was smaller, and she loved the fullness of Hallie. She wanted to take as much as she could in her hand and pull the perfect, hardened bud between her lips.
Which, when she’d been with men, had never even been a fleeting thought during sex.
“Brynn,” Hallie groaned as she allowed her to take her time, exploring soft touches and more pressured circles.
It was dizzying, how good it felt whenever Hallie let out a mew of pleasure, how her hips jerked against Brynn, looking for purchase.
This was, by far, the hottest sexual experience of Brynn’s life, and they were still fully clothed. Her whole body was thrumming with anticipation, waiting for whatever Hallie would do next.
Which, Hallie seemed to decide—as Brynn continued to toy with her nipples, moving between giving each one focused attention—was to slide her finger inside again, deeper this time, which made Brynn’s breath catch in her throat.
She was adjusting to the awareness of Hallie so deeply inside of her when Hallie’s thumb found its way back to her clit and started massaging her in purposeful circles. Her stomach clenched.
The hand on Hallie’s back was completely out of Brynn’s control, and she pushed Hallie down harder than she’d intended, arching her hips up at the same time to give Hallie silent permission to go even deeper.
Brynn wanted all of it. “More,” she said, a strangled plea as her fingers plucked against Hallie’s chest more forcefully, rolling the hardened bud between her fingers.
Hallie moaned and, just like Brynn had hoped, met the request. She eased another finger inside and, now with two of them, pushed in as deep as they could go before curling upward.