Chapter 14 #4
She was so fucking wet, she was positive Darcy could already feel her on her fingertips, even without actually touching her.
Darcy shook back her long, wavy hair, the tresses a little mussed from Juliet’s hands already.
“You think I’m – what’s the word?” Darcy traced her thumbs over Juliet’s slit. Her touch was feather-light, and Juliet’s head dropped heavily back against the wall.
Her breath caught in her throat, releasing on a shaky moan. Fuck. God. Fuck. Yes.
“Unbecoming,” Darcy stated, continuing to slide her touch up and down Juliet, but not giving any real pressure. Not giving her nearly enough. “Am I unbecoming right now, Juliet?”
Darcy leaned in as she spoke, the very tip of her nose pressing against Juliet’s upper thigh, her hot breath washing over her, and Juliet needed. She needed.
“Shut. Up,” she muttered, but she couldn’t contain the tremor in her voice.
“I will, when you tell me how much you’ve imagined me like this.” Darcy angled her head just right, using the tip of her tongue to trace down Juliet’s skin at the edge of her underwear.
Whatever rational thought existed in Juliet’s mind snapped completely. She dropped one of her hands down to the top of Darcy’s head, sliding back to take a fistful of her hair. Making Darcy look up at her.
“Every fucking time you were running that mouth about me,” she answered, the truth falling from her lips without her permission. But she couldn’t hold it back, not right now. She didn’t want to. The only thing she wanted was Darcy’s mouth on her. “Every time you were performing. Every time.”
“Was that so hard?” Darcy asked.
Simultaneously, Darcy leaned in, as Juliet pressed against her, bringing Darcy’s mouth between her thighs. She quaked. She hadn’t even been touched yet, and her thigh was shaking like she was on the edge of an orgasm.
Darcy licked her through her underwear, her eyes steadily holding onto Juliet’s. Locked in.
But jesus, if it didn’t only make everything hotter. She hissed out a breath at the feeling, even if Darcy wasn’t licking right against her.
Her clit pulsed and she dropped her head back, hissing out a breath when she felt Darcy’s lips mouthing over her. Mimicking sucking on her clit, but she couldn’t really do it while Juliet was still covered.
Which meant she needed, acutely, to have nothing between them.
“Darcy – off. Take it off,” she directed, and within seconds, Darcy’s fingertips hooked into the top of her underwear and yanked them eagerly down Juliet’s legs.
She lifted one of her legs up, hooking it over Darcy’s shoulder, and used that hold to drag Darcy forward. Not that she had to, because Darcy was already leaning back in toward her.
When she felt Darcy’s mouth on her clit, she could no longer keep her eyes open.
Darcy flicked her tongue over Juliet’s clit hard and fast. Not working her up, because Juliet didn’t need to be worked up. She needed to come.
“Just like that,” she encouraged, rolling her hips down against Darcy. She nodded her head where it had fallen against the wall. “Just like that, fuck.”
She kept her hand there, tightly gripping Darcy’s head. The slight movements corresponding with the way Darcy’s tongue worked her over drove Juliet even higher, the heat inside of her coiling higher. Higher.
She hadn’t been entirely honest; she’d thought about Darcy’s mouth long before their media squabble. Long before Darcy knew she was on Juliet’s radar.
Juliet had known before this had even started that she was going to come quickly the first time. Given how worked up she was for Darcy, it was a sure thing.
“I knew you’d be so good – ah – with your mouth,” she managed, ending on a breathless groan. “I fucking knew it.”
She rocked down against Darcy harder, keeping her hand locked in her soft blonde hair, her other hand braced against the wall for balance.
“Suck my clit,” she directed. “Your lips, I want–”
She nearly fell over when Darcy complied, when she felt that fucking mouth wrap around her.
Darcy reached up, pressing her hand flat against Juliet’s stomach, keeping her in place. She hummed against Juliet, the vibrations working through her, and she cried out.
“I’m – god, yes – I’m going to come, right in your mouth. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” the words were a warning and an order and a plea, all wrapped up in one.
Juliet could feel her orgasm. She was right there, reaching for it. Working her hips faster, sounds escaping her throat with abandon.
It was – she was –
“Coming,” she groaned out through gritted teeth, as she tipped over the edge.
She held Darcy tightly against her, because she might actually die if Darcy decided to pull away in this moment. She needed to come like this, with Darcy’s lips on her clit. Feeling herself throb against their plush softness.
Pleasure lit up through her, her body shaking with it. The thigh next to Darcy’s ear in particular, and she felt Darcy reach up and dig her fingers into her skin, as the fingers Darcy had pressed against her stomach curled slightly, digging her nails in against her.
“Fuck,” she keened, the sensation forcing another spark of electricity up her spine.
Darcy didn’t miss a beat, didn’t stop the gentle movements of her lips against Juliet’s clit, even when her orgasm was ebbing. She didn’t stop for even a second.
Even when Juliet’s body essentially melted back against the wall, Darcy moved with her. She kept Juliet’s thigh up over her shoulder, reaching up and stroking her hand up and down. The touch was both comforting and arousing, and Juliet reveled in it.
She reveled in the way Darcy was staring up at her, the sounds Darcy made as she lapped up all of Juliet’s wetness. She slid the flat of her tongue in long, broad strokes over Juliet’s slit drinking her in, all the while breathing out little needy, wanting sounds.
Like she couldn’t get enough of Juliet.
That alone was enough to make Juliet ready for more.
She gentled the hand in Darcy’s hair, tugging her head back. She nearly toppled over when Darcy complied with her movement but slid the flat of her tongue against her sensitive clit before parting from her.
“I want – more,” Darcy said, breathlessly.
Even though Juliet was the one who’d just come so hard she’d been concerned about a heart attack, Darcy looked absolutely wrecked for her.
“You can have more,” she granted, readily.
Because fuck if the way Darcy looked at her didn’t make Juliet’s arousal start to build all over again. Typically, she’d need a small break. Not tonight.
“But if you want to keep eating me out, I need to sit down.”
Wordlessly, Darcy nodded and used her hand on Juliet’s thigh to guide her leg down, releasing her when Juliet had solid footing.
Wasting no time, Juliet grabbed Darcy’s hand and led them through the open living space to her couch.
Turning around to face Darcy, she sat in front of her.
She felt hot all over, inside and out, as she reclined back, leaving herself completely on display for Darcy. She opened her legs, letting Darcy look her fill.
Just like she’d said at the studio – she wanted Darcy to look at her. She wanted Darcy to want her.
Darcy did look. Wet lips parted, dragging her eyes down Juliet’s body in a stare so intense, she could feel it. When Darcy stared at her breasts, her nipples tightened. When Darcy slid her eyes down her stomach, her muscles flexed.
And when Darcy looked between her legs, she throbbed.
She could tell by the slightest movement that Darcy was going to sink back down to her knees.
Juliet stopped her. “Before you make me come this time, I want you to take everything off. I want to see you.”
Darcy’s half-smirk was slow, and sly. Instead of pushing back against Juliet, she quickly brought her hands up and unzipped the hidden zipper on the side of her pants.
The fabric fell, pooling around her feet, and she kicked them away.
Without a second of hesitation, she hooked her thumbs in her thong and slid that down, too.
Darcy, in all of her glory, was exactly the fantasy she appeared outwardly to be.
Juliet’s lips parted, greedy for a taste herself. She could see what she’d done to Darcy, what a mess she was.
She didn’t have a chance, though, to even contemplate if she wanted to switch yet. Because Darcy lowered herself to her knees on the soft carpet under the couch, reached forward and grabbed at Juliet’s ass, dragging her forward, clearly impatient.
A yelp escaped her, surprised at Darcy’s show of strength. She didn’t manage to catch her breath before Darcy’s mouth was back. Latched onto her clit, tongue lapping at her.
Juliet bowed up, her lips dropping open in a silent shout as her hands slapped down to the cushions next to her, gripping tightly.
Darcy was ravenous for her. The thought floated through the back of Juliet’s mind, as Darcy went to work like she’d never had a meal in her life. She seemed starved for Juliet’s cunt, and Juliet felt nearly incoherent with pleasure.
This was it. It was exactly what she’d imagined when Darcy had talked to her about sex just before coming out to her.
“Oh – oh!” She cried out, her heels digging into Darcy’s back as an unexpected orgasm hit her.
It wasn’t nearly as strong as her previous one, not even close. It felt like an appetizer of what Juliet could still feel to come. She wasn’t done, not yet.
She wanted more. They weren’t even close to reaching the depths of her desire for Darcy. Not even fucking close.
She dragged in ragged breaths, reaching down to stroke her hand through Darcy’s hair again. “That’s – that’s it,” she urged on, groaning through her words. “But I want more.”
Darcy seemed energized by that. By more.
She pressed in closer, and Juliet had no idea how Darcy could even breathe like that, buried between her legs. Darcy’s tongue circled her clit with devastating precision, tapping against a spot that made Juliet curl her toes over and over and –
She pushed Darcy’s head back, just enough to break the contact before she got too overstimulated.