Chapter 14 #3
She’d intended for it to be a simple touch. But now that she’d made contact, she didn’t want to stop. So she skimmed her fingertips back up, tracing the soft line of the fabric up Darcy’s neck, as she asked, “Are you going to be as reactive to me, like this?”
She could see that Darcy would. The way she shuddered, the way her eyes fluttered like they wanted to close at her teasing touch. The power of that knowledge rushed through her.
Still, Darcy dug her teeth into her bottom lip, not answering her.
Juliet narrowed her eyes; that wasn’t how this was going to be. “You’ve listened to everything I’ve ever said. Are you going to listen just as well now? When we’re like this?”
Darcy’s breathing was a little thready, a little uneven, as she murmured, “Depends.”
Juliet moved her fingers up, pressing into Darcy’s pulse point. Not too hard, but firm enough to know Darcy felt her, enough to feel how Darcy’s heart rate had skyrocketed. “Depends on what?”
“On what you want me to do,” Darcy murmured back, swaying even closer. So fucking close, they were almost kissing.
Almost.
“So, if I’m good to you, you’re going to be good for me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, as she tipped her head back. The movement brought her lips so close to Darcy’s, but didn’t connect, even as everything inside of her was screaming for it.
“Yeah,” Darcy was barely audible. “That’s how it works.”
Maybe it was just because of how fucking high the tension was in this moment, but Juliet would testify that she’d never in her life felt so high strung with anticipation.
Maybe it was just this moment, but she couldn’t ever recall wanting someone so badly.
She squeezed her thighs together, unsure if she was hoping to feel some sort of relief or hoping to ratchet up her pulsing need even more.
Most likely both.
They were so close, breathing the same air, and something inside of her snapped.
“I told you last time, Darcy,” she stated, her voice firm, if a little strained. Their lips brushed against one another’s when she spoke, and her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. “If you want to kiss me, then do it,” she ordered, all of her nerve-endings on high alert.
God, she wanted it.
She wanted Darcy Kincaid’s kiss like she wanted her next breath. Possibly, at this point, even more.
But what she wanted the most was for Darcy to give in and give them what they both wanted.
Juliet had set the scene for her. She’d opened the door.
And the only thing she wanted more than taking physical control over the situation was for Darcy to listen to her.
For Darcy to be the one to take the final step.
A groan escaped from Darcy’s lips before she even pressed them to Juliet’s, lingering as she finally kissed her.
Juliet swallowed it greedily.
Fucking finally. It shouldn’t feel like finally, she knew that somewhere in the logical part of her mind. She’d only known about Darcy’s sexuality, known that this could be a possibility, for a couple of weeks. But she felt keyed up, like she’d been needing this for far longer.
Those full, plush lips against her own. Lips she’d watched nearing obsessively in interviews and performances, the way they were shaped when Darcy spoke, against her own.
She scratched her fingers back, sliding into Darcy’s hair. Taking a handful, taking her fill, as she ran her tongue over Darcy’s bottom lip. Getting the first taste of her.
There was no possible way Juliet could contain her own groan, rumbling up from the back of her throat, when she felt Darcy’s tongue against hers. Toying with her, tracing over her.
Darcy surged forward, pressing her body into Juliet’s completely. Her back hit the wall with more pressure than she’d expected, but all it made her do was burn hotter, brighter.
She wanted that. She wanted Darcy out of control for her, the way she’d made Juliet feel all the damn time.
The wall was cold against her uncovered back, and she arched into Darcy. Her other hand came up to grip at the curve of Darcy’s waist, that perfect fucking curve that she’d stared at far too many times.
At her touch, a whine escaped Darcy, tumbling into Juliet’s mouth. She felt one of Darcy’s hands land on her bare hip, the other brace against the wall next to Juliet’s head.
Her entire body arched against Darcy’s at the feeling of her hand on her body. Darcy’s touch really on her.
Her nipples were so hard against the sheer fabric of her bra, scraping against it. She should have had Darcy strip for her, she dimly thought, as she slid her own hand up, desperate to feel Darcy’s bare skin under her touch, too.
Without any warning, Darcy abruptly pulled back, blinking down at Juliet. Her lips were damp and dark pink, and Juliet pulsed at the sight.
Juliet’s eyes narrowed into a glare, her breathing heavy, the need thrumming through her. Why? Why would Darcy –
“Wait, I just – your boyfriend.”
Juliet impatiently huffed out a breath. “What about him?”
The hand Darcy still had on her hip flexed. “Uh… you have one. That’s kind of the whole thought. What would he, you know, think about this?”
“He’d probably applaud my ability to be honest about how badly I want you.” She wanted to snap the words back at Darcy, but she couldn’t. All she could feel was eagerness, ready to stop talking about Robbie, of all people, right now.
“What?” To say Darcy sounded baffled was an understatement.
“For all I know, Robbie is on his knees for some guy right now,” she informed her, heatedly, unable to stem the tide of the arousal so strong she could feel herself dripping down her inner thigh. “Now: do you want to be on your knees for me, or not?”
She fucking throbbed at the visual, her clit begging for it. For Darcy’s mouth on her.
Darcy crashed her lips down against Juliet’s, their kiss anything but gentle.
Exactly how she wanted it. She dug her nails into the revealed skin of Darcy’s back, feeling a dark thrill when she knew she’d very likely leave a mark.
When she felt Darcy’s teeth nip into her bottom lip, tugging to just the point of discomfort before she released, Juliet’s hips jerked uncontrollably against Darcy. She couldn’t get any friction against her clit like this, not while they were standing, nothing between her legs, but she needed it.
As if reading her mind, Darcy dropped both of her hands down to Juliet’s hips. Stroking her thumbs over her before dipping into the lacy top of her lingerie. Juliet’s entire body shuddered.
“Is that what you want?” Darcy asked, not leaning back enough to break their kiss. She breathed the question to life right against Juliet. “You want me on my knees for you? Is that what you think about?”
The truth was that she’d thought about so much more. Even through the months where she was annoyed by how much she wanted it.
But Darcy on her knees in front of Juliet was certainly on the list.
“Yes,” she affirmed, forcefully, tipping her head back against the wall so she could look Darcy in the eye. “I want you on your knees.”
Darcy maintained that eye contact as she did exactly what Juliet ordered, swiftly and smoothly lowering herself. She looked up at Juliet, tilting her head to the side. The look on her face was both challenging and so desperately wanting, and it was perfect.
Darcy had kept her hands on Juliet’s hips, and now she gently traced her fingertips down Juliet’s legs. Scratching slightly, before she moved them up her inner-thighs.
Juliet stared at the movement, watching her own body react while she felt the heat inside of her spike. She knew Darcy could see – had to be able to see – how soaked she was for her, and it just made her even hotter.
She met Darcy’s stare with her own, her eyes heavily lidded, her breathing coming fast and heavy.
The only thing wrong with this picture was how much Darcy was still wearing.
“Take off the top of your jumpsuit. And your bra,” she demanded, digging her teeth into her bottom lip so hard, she might draw blood.
But it was the only thing that could make this better. The only thing because she wanted to lay her eyes on Darcy, on all of Darcy.
And Darcy held her gaze, her lips moving into the slightest smile. Like she knew, even with her pupils blown with her own need, how much power she truly held over Juliet right now. Like she knew how much Juliet wanted her.
Then again, it wasn’t as though Juliet made a real secret out of it. Right now, tonight, she couldn’t give a damn.
All she gave a damn about was not missing a second as Darcy reached up, sweeping her hair to the side. She grabbed the draped fabric from around the back of her neck and bowed her head to slide it over, the front of the outfit dropping down. Only held up by the cinch at her waist, now.
Quickly, Darcy tugged off her backless, adhesive bra and tossed it away. Juliet didn’t miss the way Darcy’s hands were trembling slightly with her own desire.
But she couldn’t focus on it. Not when all she could focus on were Darcy’s breasts. Even from her vantage point, she had a perfect view. So full, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on them. To get her mouth on Darcy’s hard nipples.
She didn’t even realize the low, keening moan she heard was from herself until she saw the dark, satisfied amusement slide onto Darcy’s face.
“How much have you thought about this in the last few months?” Darcy pressed, her voice low as she leaned in.
Juliet felt her hot breath blow over her thighs, so fucking close to her – god.
She grit her teeth, clenching obscenely hard on absolutely nothing. “Don’t be so full of yourself,” she panted out, “It’s unbecoming.”
“Oh, is it? I didn’t realize.” Darcy brought her hands back to Juliet’s legs, and she parted them farther without any conscious thought.
Both of their stares were glued to the way Darcy traced her hands up… up… until her thumbs were so close to Juliet’s pussy, barely centimeters from touching her through the barely-there fabric that she’d completely soaked through.