Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
For some unknown reason, Darcy hadn’t realized that Juliet had intended to completely wreck her when they’d gone upstairs. But that was foolish of her, given that she knew Juliet.
Juliet had taken complete control as soon as they’d stumbled into her room. Stripping off her pajamas, as she’d ordered Darcy to do the same without any preamble. Then ordered Darcy where to sit in her bed. Then she climbed onto Darcy’s lap, rubbing her own clit.
Now, Juliet was in her lap, her fingers tugging on her own nipples with her head dropped back, as she rode Darcy’s fingers.
Juliet wasn’t rocking her hips quickly, demandingly, the way she usually did. No, she was giving Darcy a fucking show. The show of a lifetime, and Darcy was the single person in the audience.
She felt like every time her heart beat in her chest there was a direct correlation to the way her clit throbbed. Darcy was halfway to coming just from this, from being three fingers deep in Juliet, feeling every clench and pulse of her walls around her fingers.
“Watch me. Don’t you dare take your eyes off of me,” Juliet rasped out, her eyes locked onto Darcy. Watching Darcy watch her.
She shook her head, almost feeling intoxicated, though she’d had not a sip of alcohol.
It was the way she felt every time with Juliet.
Once Juliet was telling Darcy what she wanted, how she wanted it, and allowing Darcy to be the conduit of her pleasure, she felt like she was floating.
Like she had a single mission in life, and it was to make Juliet Jacobs come. “Never.”
She couldn’t look away even if she tried. Someone could offer her ten million dollars, cash, right here, right now, if she would stop watching the sensual, downright sinful way Juliet rolled her hips down against Darcy, and she would turn it down.
How could she miss a second of this?
Of the way Juliet’s breasts bounced with every drop of her hips down against Darcy’s, as she took Darcy’s fingers knuckle-deep inside of her?
The way her collarbones were on display, begging for Darcy’s mouth, when she arched, her dark hair cascading down her back?
The way her lips parted and let out these throaty moans and breathy little sighs that sounded like actual music in Darcy’s ears?
She’d be crazy to look away. She would be absolutely insane to stop this.
How long would she have been able to go without this, she dazedly wondered. How long could she have spent in Juliet’s house, not having this?
“Do you remember,” Juliet murmured, her breath hitching in her throat, as she slid down all of the way onto Darcy’s fingers and rocked against her, grinding her clit into her palm.
Darcy was captivated, breathless, as she curled her fingers inside of her, feeling Juliet drop down her hand.
“When you essentially said I don’t have any rhythm?” Juliet asked, reaching out and taking a fistful of Darcy’s hair, right against her scalp, tugging her head back. Holding Darcy in place as she continued to move against her, controlling her gaze.
Darcy couldn’t think rationally right now, but yeah, that sounded like something she might have said, back in the summer. “You don’t move like this when you perform,” was all she could murmur in return.
Juliet didn’t not have rhythm when she danced or performed, either. But – it was nothing compared to what she was doing now.
Juliet slowly arched a challenging eyebrow up at her, rolling her hips in the most perfectly controlled, mind-meltingly sensual movement, and Darcy couldn’t choke back her own desperate moan if she’d tried.
“You think I should?” Juliet asked, reaching her other hand out to dig her nails into Darcy’s shoulder.
“No,” the word shot from her lips. “You shouldn’t.”
“No?” Juliet echoed. “Why not? I don’t want other people thinking I don’t have rhythm.”
“This… is just for me,” Darcy breathed back, her voice barely more than a growl. She slid her other hand up from where she’d been bracing herself – bracing them – from falling back, relying on her core strength as she gripped a handful of Juliet’s ass.
This was for her.
“Oh, yeah?” Juliet’s hips stuttered, giving away her glib, teasing tone. Even if that hadn’t happened, Darcy felt the way she clenched so fucking tightly around her fingers.
She slid her gaze back up to Juliet’s, ravenous and wanting and desperate, nodding as she dug her nails into Juliet’s ass, feeling her clench again. Watching how Juliet’s mouth dropped open on a silent moan.
“Prove it to me,” Juliet ordered, her breath hitching, the muscles in her neck straining slightly. “Show me why I should only be yours.”
Darcy could feel it, that Juliet was starting to come undone.
And so was she.
Without any preamble, she slid her fingers out, barely hearing Juliet’s groan over the way the blood was rushing through her ears. She brought both of her hands to Juliet’s hips, and pushed until Juliet fell on her back on the bed.
“I want you inside of me,” Juliet’s voice was heated, unyielding, as she pushed herself to her elbows to look at Darcy. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a little messy, and Darcy would do whatever Juliet told her to. She fucking loved when Juliet told her what she wanted.
She nodded as she laid on her stomach, tugging Juliet’s leg over her shoulder. “Anything you want,” she breathed out, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on her thigh.
So close to her, she could feel how wet she was against her cheek, and she groaned with it, nipping her teeth against the soft skin. She knew Juliet loved that, and she was rewarded when Juliet cried out, then reached down to clench a fist in her hair.
Fuck yes.
Darcy moaned as she got her first real taste of Juliet in what felt like forever. In what was forever. Nearly an entire month, now.
“Inside,” Juliet grit out, digging her heel sharply into Darcy’s back. “Darcy–”
She teased Juliet’s entrance with the same three fingers that were still covered in her, before sliding in all of the way. Reveling in the way Juliet groaned, the way her hips jerked up against Darcy’s face.
Darcy licked around her fingers at Juliet’s entrance, burying her face against her pussy. Feeling the way Juliet’s nails bit against her scalp, and the pinpricks of pain made her moan in pleasure. Made her rock her own hips down against the bed, so needy.
“My clit, I’m – so – close,” Juliet gasped the words out with each breath, the desperation in each movement.
Darcy didn’t need to be told twice.
She laved her tongue over Juliet’s hard clit, feeling her throb. She kept her fingers buried inside of Juliet, flexing and curling them the way she knew would make Juliet fall into her release.
“Oh – oh, fuck, yes,” Juliet’s voice pitched higher and higher, and –
Darcy could feel when she came, her walls pulsing around her fingers. She flicked her tongue faster over Juliet’s clit, prolonging her orgasm as long as she possibly could.
Juliet coming against her tongue, her thigh twitching next to her face, her hands clutching at Darcy’s head… this was the headiest, most arousing fucking experience in the entire world.
Darcy groaned against Juliet, jerking her hips down more intently against the bed, feeling herself dripping. She was so close. So. Close.
“Keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” Juliet’s demand was shaky, leaving her lips the second Darcy felt her stop clenching around her fingers.
She slammed her eyes closed, filled with a renewed need. Darcy never wanted to stop this; she only had to when Juliet was ready to tap out. Her jaw became a little sore, and her face was soaked, and she wanted more.
She moved her tongue around Juliet’s clit in circles, working her up higher, as she slowly started moving her fingers again.
And she couldn’t possibly stop herself from lifting her own hips up, quickly sliding her hand down underneath herself. She released a long, shuddering moan against Juliet’s cunt when she made contact with her own aching clit.
Touching herself in the last month hadn’t felt nearly this good, not half as satisfying. It was impossible to get herself into this headspace without tasting, hearing, feeling Juliet like this.
“Are you – Darcy, are you going to come? Are you going to come from having me in your mouth?” Juliet asked, shuddering as she spoke.
She blinked up at Juliet, unable to stop moving. She couldn’t stop flicking her tongue over Juliet’s clit, and she certainly couldn’t stop rubbing her own with the same fast, jerky movements.
But Darcy didn’t need coordination to fall into her own orgasm.
She needed Juliet dripping into her mouth and a little bit of friction, and she was so fucking close.
She gave as much of a nod as she possibly could, releasing quiet, needy little keening sounds from the back of her throat as she – as she –
Her release hit her in waves, and she rolled her hips down against the bed.
Juliet’s thighs tightened around her head, as she let out a hoarse cry, coming around Darcy’s fingers.
Juliet coming for her while Darcy was coming made her pleasure increase ten-fold.
She did her best to keep working her tongue over Juliet’s clit throughout her orgasm.
She felt lightheaded at the intensity when Juliet pulled her close, rocking intently down against Darcy’s mouth, taking what she needed.
When Juliet released her, her legs dropping to the bed on their side of Darcy, she dropped her head to the mattress, trying to catch her breath.
Holy shit.
“Come up here,” Juliet half-asked, half-told, patting the mattress next to her.
Darcy’s limbs felt deliciously heavy, but she listened without any hesitation, wanting to be close to Juliet. She summoned all of her strength and crawled up the bed, sprawling one of her legs over Juliet’s, pressing her face against her soft pillow.
Then she took a deep inhale, Juliet’s scent making her heart flutter.
“Before you fall asleep, I need to ask you a couple of questions.”