Chapter 3 #2
She notched her body to Renee’s like she didn’t want any air between them, and kissed her again, her tongue snaking into Renee’s mouth. In response, Renee’s hands tangled into Lola’s hair, pulling a few hairpins loose. Lola moaned against Renee’s lips.
Was this really happening? She was making out with Lola— Lola Gray —the little weirdo next door who was now adored by millions, who Renee hadn’t even suspected was queer.
This was the hottest thing she’d experienced in months—no, in years .
This was better than any of her half-hearted hookups since returning to Fellows.
Renee had worried she’d lost the ability to lose herself in lust like this.
But now, her knee was bending invitingly between Lola’s thighs and her hands were grabbing Lola’s hips to tug her closer.
A tremor shot through Lola the first time Renee pressed against her, and it set a fire coursing through her.
Renee’s fingers dug into Lola’s ass. She was rewarded by Lola running her hands up the front of her jumpsuit and cupping her breasts through the fabric, her thumbs circling Renee’s nipples and sending a ripple of pleasure to her core.
Breathing heavy, Renee cast a glance at that enormous bed. Understanding, Lola pulled Renee over to it, then spun her around, so she faced Renee’s back. She fingered the zipper of Renee’s jumpsuit.
“Can I?”
“Fuck yes,” Renee groaned. As Lola drew the zipper down, Renee could feel Lola’s intent gaze on her skin and the clasp of her bra and, as the jumpsuit fell to the ground, the curve of her ass.
Then Lola was pushing her up onto the bed and peeling off the straps of her own dress to expose more of that gorgeous skin, almost radiant in its softness.
Renee took in Lola’s body: her breasts straining against the lace edge of her bra, the smudge of a birthmark on her ribs, the points of her hips, an ass that would fill Renee’s palms perfectly.
She was wearing practical, seamless nude-colored underwear—not what you’d wear if you’d been planning to fuck at your sister’s wedding—but it clung to her, visibly damp.
As Lola climbed up her body, Renee marveled again that Lola felt totally unlike the squeaky-clean girl she’d known.
And she was nothing like the polished entertainer that Kadijah obsessed over.
This woman was hungry and messy with need.
There was something almost ugly about how her face wore pleasure, like the muscles were unused to moving that way.
That look made Renee want to watch Lola come undone completely.
She grabbed Lola’s hips and swung her leg over them, so that Lola was on her back, her beautiful dark hair over the white sheets.
Renee kissed her jaw, her neck—Lola arched against the bed—then moved down her chest, kissing a trail to her breasts.
She took the edge of the lace in her teeth, tugged gently, then cut her eyes up to Lola’s face. Her eyes were hazy.
“Can I take this off?” Renee asked.
Lola nodded, and Renee slid her hands beneath her to unclasp the bra.
She savored a look at Lola’s dark pink areola, already pebbling, before capturing one nipple with her palm, the other with her mouth.
Lola’s arms were around Renee’s head, pressing Renee against her, and she moaned in a way that Renee could feel through Lola’s chest. The vibration traveled straight through Renee and right to her clit.
But Renee forced herself to ignore her arousal.
She wanted to focus on Lola, to coax more of those moans from her.
Renee shifted her mouth to the other side and moved her hand down to Lola’s panties, eager to touch her.
But then Lola’s hand was over hers, guiding it away, and Lola was pulling her back up into a kiss again.
“Too fast?” Renee breathed against her.
“No, I just want you first,” Lola answered. “Is that okay?”
“Of course.” It wasn’t Renee’s plan exactly, but she was flexible. If Lola didn’t want to be touched right now, she’d wait.
She lay back against the pillows. Lola had an otherworldly concentration as she pulled Renee’s panties off, then slid her hand up Renee’s thighs, parting them so that Renee was exposed to her. Renee shivered, ready.
Lola tasted her slowly at first, using her tongue to trace the length of her.
Was Lola nervous—inexperienced? Renee moaned encouragingly, just in case.
But then Lola drew her tongue up to Renee’s clit, closing her lips around it, and—and fuck.
Renee gasped, her eyes squeezing closed.
Lola had barely gotten her mouth on her and already, delicious sensation was building in her.
Not inexperienced, then. Not at all. God, where had Lola learned to use her mouth like this?
She’d always been a perfectionist, but this—
But then Renee wasn’t having any more thoughts.
Lola slipped one finger inside her, quickly followed by another.
Between her hands, strong from curling against the strings of her guitar, and the lips that sang those love songs, Renee’s need for release was accelerating.
She forced her eyes open and looked down at Lola.
Her hair askew and her ass rolling against the bed—not against the bed, against her own hand.
Lola was working herself too, Renee realized, touching herself while she sucked Renee’s clit.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Renee ground out as she reached down, weaving her hand into Lola’s hair. Lola liked that, Renee could see from how her hips were canting. “Keep doing that. I’m coming—”
And then Lola was taking her over the edge, plunging her into waves of aching pleasure that had her heels digging into the bed. But Lola was coming too, crying out with her mouth still against Renee, her body stiffening in orgasm and then collapsing against Renee’s stomach.
Lola came up from between Renee’s thighs with her mouth glistening. She looked wild and beautiful, and Renee pulled her in for a long kiss, tasting herself on Lola’s tongue.
“That was incredible,” Renee gasped as she lay back against the sweat-damp pillows.
Lola nestled against her. “Really?”
Renee gazed down at Lola through half-lidded eyes. Lola’s dark eyes were huge and wanting. Renee traced her fingers from Lola’s hip up to her shoulder.
“The best head I’ve ever had. Honestly.”
Lola pressed herself closer against Renee and Renee thought she felt a frisson of arousal run through the other woman’s body. She tried again.
“You’re so good, Lo,” Renee murmured. Her fingertips trailed over Lola’s skin, raising goose bumps as they went. “Such a good girl.”
Lola seemed to stop breathing entirely at that.
“Your turn,” Renee said, pushing herself up on her elbows.
“It’s okay. I just came.” Lola put her hand on Renee’s chest and pushed gently. Renee, too spent to resist, fell back.
“So?”
Lola’s hand was still on Renee’s chest. She had a shadowy, almost forlorn look on her face. “Do you know how rarely I get to be with a woman?”
Renee swallowed hard. International pop stardom be damned, Lola deserved to be with a woman as often as she wanted.
“I want to make sure I remember how you taste,” Lola whispered, and Renee’s concern, along with every last coherent thought, left her head, as fresh heat flooded her body. If Lola didn’t want her to reciprocate, she wasn’t going to push it. This was a one-night stand, and Lola knew that.
Plus, it was a crime to interfere with a service top at work.
Renee moaned as Lola’s hand trailed lower. “Promise you’ll think about me when you touch yourself.”
Lola licked her lips, her eyes locked on Renee’s. “I promise.”
“Good girl.”
She’d hardly gotten the words out before Lola was on her.