Chapter 24 #2
Juniper pulled back to take a breath, but Rowan continued her line of searing kisses down Juniper’s throat as her hands slid underneath her skirt and up her outer thighs.
The elevator bell dinged, and Juniper proceeded to launch herself at the doors.
Rowan used one of her roaming hands to grab Juniper’s and pull her back.
“Not us. Unfortunately.”
Juniper was unable to fully stifle a half growl half laugh that erupted from the absolute depths of her frustrated body. As the other unwelcome and unsuspecting elevator visitors, party crashers, clam jammers funneled into the elevator, Juniper and Rowan shuffled to a back corner.
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Rowan gave a quick smile and a head nod to the man whose eyes snapped to watching her hand slide behind Juniper and start to roam her curves on the other side of her body. He needed to mind his own business. She was doing the best she could.
Then she caught sight of her hair in the mirrored paneling of the elevator wall. She was so unbelievably happy and in love, she just started laughing. She started laughing so hard, she just bent over and went with it.
The styling pomade that usually defined her waves and gave her that tousled look that she had learned drove Juniper wild had been reconfigured by Juniper’s own meandering hands in a way that screamed we were about to have sex in this elevator.
She didn’t even try to smooth it down. She turned to Juniper and simply pointed upwards with one finger.
This caused Juniper to also devolve into a fit of loud laughter, while running her hands through her own hair that was less wild, but still equally as guilty-looking.
Juniper silently mouthed a very weak sorry in return with a shrug suggesting she was very much the opposite of sorry.
Then, she pushed the front part of Rowan’s hair down and back to the side, causing them both to start laughing again.
They just stood there smiling at each other in pure, throw all caution to the wind joy.
“Why are we on such a high floor of this hotel?” Juniper mouthed to Rowan, giggling again.
Rowan smiled as she did a facepalm motion. Thankfully the bell dinged again, indicating that this was finally their floor.
“This is us, thanks,” Rowan announced imperviously, grabbing Juniper’s hand and shepherding her through the crowd and into the open air of the hallway.
Rowan wasn’t even sure if they had waited long enough for the elevator doors to close before their lips found each other’s again.
She was about 99% sure that the elevator crowd, dressed in classic sightseeing gear of white sneakers and crew socks, weren’t there for the summit.
She was 100% sure, however, that she didn’t care either way.
She didn’t need to be asked twice to take Juniper to bed, or wherever they were headed.
She had spent the last hour and a half hanging on to every intellectual, insightful, passionate word that formed on Juniper’s lips.
It had made Rowan want the room and all its occupants to fade away, just so that she could push Juniper against the podium and show her exactly how brilliant, impressive, and intellectually dominant she was.
Rowan pulled back just enough to shove the key card against the hotel door lock and slam the handle down to open it.
Once inside, their lips crashed against each other feverishly, each kiss barely coming to a finish before the next one started.
Moving backwards further into the room, Juniper helped her shrug out of her jacket and loosen her tie.
With one hand pressed into the small of Juniper’s back to ensure no section of their bodies stopped touching each other, she coiled her other hand around Juniper’s neck and used just her thumb to tilt her head back toward the sky.
Alternating between sucking and biting at the tender skin of Juniper’s throat, she felt nails dig into her scalp.
Some kind of a combination of a moan and growl pushed up from the bottom of Rowan’s stomach and through her lips.
“I need you to fuck me,” Juniper panted.
Rowan felt the skin around Juniper’s throat flex under her mouth with each syllable as she said it. Rowan felt like she might die if she didn’t get Juniper’s clothes off of her fast enough.
“I have been waiting to fuck you since you first opened your mouth earlier.”
Rowan leaned down to unceremoniously grab and yank the hem of Juniper’s skirt up over her hips.
At the sound of threads popping, Juniper let out a shocked whimper and Rowan absorbed it greedily into the entirety of her body.
Her frantic mind encouraged her to find ways to hear more of that.
Wild images of what she wanted to do to Juniper found their way into her blood and thrummed in the pulse of her neck.
“You ripped my skirt!” Juniper finally managed to choke out.
“Fuck this skirt, I’ll buy you another one.”
She’d wanted to rip this skirt off of her so many times in the last few months. She pushed Juniper’s ass against the edge of the organized and paper-laden desk in their room.
Juniper waved a frantic hand over the desk to attract Rowan’s attention to anything other than her. “Your papers!” She warned.
“Fuck the papers, Junie!”
With one sweeping motion of her hand, Juniper cleared a spot for Rowan to lift her up and onto the desk, sending what had been her neatly arranged succession of papers into disarray, clouding the air around them.
The desk creaked forcefully from being shoved against the wall, and this swift, determined, and albeit aggressive motion, caused Juniper to emit a sharp gasp of excitement and pleasure.
With Juniper’s skirt pulled up around her waist, Rowan stripped off Juniper’s underwear as Juniper worked the buttons on her own shirt. Rowan’s hand immediately found Juniper’s pussy, and Juniper arched her back at the feeling of Rowan’s fingers slipping inside her.
“You’re so wet, baby. Can I have it?”
“It’s all for you,” Juniper whispered as she grabbed Rowan’s hair to bring their mouths together again.
Rowan dipped another finger into Juniper, just barely moving in and out at first. Then she glided her fingers up towards her clit, before gliding back down again and back inside of her.
She built her rhythm up, teasing and merciless, in tune with Juniper’s changing gasps and moans, alternating between being fully inside of her and tracing circles around her clit.
Juniper’s thighs trembled, as she hooked one leg and foot with its barely dangling-on heel around Rowan’s hips to draw her closer.
“I can’t take that anymore! Just inside.”
Rowan gladly complied, sliding her three fingers all the way inside, curling them upward as her fingertips placed a teasingly light pressure as they went in and out, that come hither motion that could beckon an orgasm from the depths of Juniper’s soul.
Their skin dampened with sweat and their panting breaths synced. Juniper’s body curled forward into Rowan’s, and she felt Juniper’s hand joining in with her, as she started rubbing her own clit.
Rowan groaned into the skin where Juniper’s neck met her shoulder. “Fuck yes, Juniper, my god.”
Juniper had managed to get her shirt free and her bra pulled partially down, exposing the tops of her breasts, and teasingly, almost her nipples.
Pushing one cup all the way down with her free hand, Rowan was able to take that one now barely exposed brown nipple into her mouth as she sucked and grazed her teeth over it.
Juniper cried out into the air desperately, removing her hand and grasping the edge of the desk next to her.
She leaned backward to rest her head on the wall behind her, and her moans got increasingly louder and closer together.
Rowan slid a hand behind the nape of Juniper’s neck to bring her back in, closer this time as she picked up the pace even more.
This shift made the pressure Rowan was already applying even more intense, and she let out a long, sharp moan.
“Everyone is going to know what I’m doing to you in here,” Rowan warned into her ear.
“Fucking let them!” Juniper gasped wildly, hooking her arm around Rowan’s neck to push herself even closer into her body.
There was no other way to put it. Juniper was getting absolutely fucked by Rowan on this desk. Rowan could see her uninhibited desire mixing fluidly with that feverish panic that revealed itself when she became desperate for that final release. Juniper came hard, body trembling into Rowan’s.
Rowan enfolded her into her arms, nuzzling her face into her hair, and breathing in her scent, her perfect mix of honey, and wildflowers, and that undefinable smell that warm sand gets after a full day of being drenched in the sun. It was downright intoxicating.
Once Juniper’s breathing steadied, she angled up to plant a deliberately slow and delicious kiss on Rowan’s lips. She finished kicking her heels off and slid her body off the desk, and as a result down the full length of Rowan’s body.
Within seconds, Juniper had popped the button on her pants open, pushed them down, and had unbuttoned the bottom half of her shirt. Rowan unbuttoned the top buttons herself, pulling it off before Juniper could protest.
“Impatient, are we?” Juniper teased.
“For you? Fuck yes.”
Juniper grazed her hands over Rowan’s nipples. Rowan gripped the skin around Juniper’s hips and moaned into her kiss.
“Lay down,” Juniper commanded.
Some immeasurable amount of time later, Juniper climbed up and wrapped herself around Rowan, intertwining their sweat-glistened limbs, and they rested into each other, somewhere in that lucid semi-consciousness after a really, really great fuck.
Rowan was lurched out of her postcoital euphoria when Juniper lifted her head suddenly. “What time is it?”
They both scrambled to get up, grabbing bits and pieces of their discarded clothes and heading to the bathroom to clean up as best they could.
“Ro, I look crazy,” Juniper observed as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror while trying to slide her underwear back up her legs.
All Rowan could do was watch her jiggle her ass back into them from behind, as the thin straps caught around her hips. Juniper caught her eyes in the mirror.
“No,” she emphasized with a giggle, “we have to go back downstairs now.”
“Fine, but…” Rowan started to protest.
Juniper turned around to face her and slid her arms around her hips to pull her body against hers. “But what?”
“Let me help,” Rowan said before kissing her lips tenderly, fingers pulling the straps of her underwear the rest of the way up and snapping them against her hips.
“Behave,” she warned seductively, kissing her again before pushing her back, “plus it’s going to take me longer to get ready than you.”
“Look at me, you completely undressed me. I have to start all over.” She laughed as she waved a hand down her body. “And I have to put all this shit back on while I’m sweating still.”
“You ripped my skirt!”
“Fine. That’s fair. We can be even.”
“It’s totally not even.”
“Just don’t put anything back on. Come back to bed with me.” Rowan knew she was pouting and could not care less.
“Well, we could skip the closing remarks, but I think we should be responsible.”
“Aren’t you normally the rule breaker? What has happened to you?” Rowan scoffed at her. “Also, Juniper, did you really give me a hickey?” She pointed at the bruising skin where her neck met her chest.
“What?” Juniper feigned innocence. “Your shirt collar will cover that up.”