Chapter Four
CHAPTER FOUR
TONI
I open the door to the apartment and peek inside. It’s mostly clean, and it’ll have to do. Audrey steps close and puts her chin on my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
Energy hums between us like an electric current. I wonder if Audrey feels it too.
“Checking to make sure my snake is in its cage,” I whisper.
Audrey jumps back. I meet her horrified expression with a grin. She narrows her eyes.
“You don’t have a snake.”
“Hate the little fuckers.”
When the door closes behind us, Audrey pushes me against it and presses her body into mine.
“Someone ate their Wheaties this morning,” I say.
“Take me to your bedroom. Now,” she growls.
I meet Audrey’s heated gaze. “I take it you want to be in charge?”
“Yes,” she says on a shaky breath.
That little peek of insecurity makes me want to fold her in my arms. “OK. Whatever you want.”
Audrey inhales sharply and her eyes darken. She leans forward, and I close my eyes, anticipating a kiss. Instead, her lips brush my ear again.
“I told you to take me to your bedroom.”
On trembling legs, I lead Audrey by the hand down the hall. She closes the door behind us and leans against it. She leers at me, there’s no better word, her gaze raking up and down my body, and licks her lips. She is one hundred percent objectifying me and I am here for it.
“Come here.” Her voice is soft, but firm and sure.
I stand in front of her and raise my eyebrows. I have absolutely no idea what she wants, what she’s going to demand next, and I am so keyed up in anticipation that I must force myself to not bounce on the balls of my feet.
Audrey steps close, so close I can feel her breath against my lips. Her gaze rakes over my face. One hand reaches up and strokes my cheek and her finger pulls my bottom lip down. I take a deep shuddering breath. It is all I can do not to return her touch, to keep my arms at my sides when all I want to do is wrap myself around this sexy woman and pull her close.
Audrey reaches behind me and pulls my long braid over my shoulder. With deft fingers and an unwavering gaze, she undoes my braid. I tug her ponytail free and her hair pours through my fingers like threads of silk. Audrey fluffs my dark curls. I know exactly how wild my hair looks—I wear it in a braid most of the time for a reason—and by the expression on Audrey’s face she is incredibly turned on by it.
“I’ve wanted to see your hair like this for months,” she says quietly.
“You have?”
“I saw you with it down once for a split second before you put it back up.”
I smile and hope it doesn’t look as cocky as I feel. “You have noticed me.”
Audrey chuckles. “You’re the only reason I go to karaoke, Toni.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh ,” Audrey says.
Since we walked through the apartment door, her voice has dropped into a sultry alto, the stuff of fantasies and wet dreams. My tomboy shorts are soaked, my clit throbbing in anticipation of Audrey’s touch.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while, too,” she purrs. She kisses me, gently. Her lips are as smooth and silky as her hair, and she wastes no time sliding her tongue inside my mouth. We pull each other close and fall into the kiss. It’s slow and sensual and erotic, and as much as I want Audrey to touch me, as much as I want my lips to map every inch of her body, I could spend the entire night kissing her and it would still be the best night of my life.
“Wow,” she says when we finally pull apart.
“Yeah, wow,” I say. “I…um…” I can’t find words for the emotions racing through my body, my heart, my mind, so I pull her in for another kiss, push her blazer from her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. “Oh my God your skin is so soft,” I say, running my hands down her bare arms.
“Undress for me.”
“Do you want me to take my time, make a production of it? Or get to it?”
Audrey raises an eyebrow.
“Get to it. Right,” I say. “Um, before we go any further, I’m tested regularly and it’s all good. Healthy as a horse. I can show you the results if you like.”
“I believe you. I’ve been tested regularly since I discovered Shae’s problem with monogamy. All clear.”
“I have dams, too. If you’d like to use them.”
Audrey chuckles, her gaze sliding down my body to my center. She bites one corner of her lip and raises her gaze to meet mine. “No, thanks. But you can.”
I step forward and pull Audrey to me. “I know this kind of discussion can ruin the mood a bit,” I whisper.
Audrey brushes my hair out of my face. “I think consent is sexy. It makes me want you more.”
I kiss her hard, and let my hands roam her clothed body down to her ass. I pull her into me and bend her back slightly as my tongue slides into her warm mouth. Her hands are in my hair, and she moans. I’m taking charge a bit, but Audrey doesn’t seem to mind.
She pulls away and says, “I could kiss you all night.”
“Same.”
“But, while we’re doing it, let’s fuck, too.”
I grin. “Even better.”
“Now. Get undressed.”
I try to undress as gracefully and quickly as possible, but my clothes don’t cooperate. There are too many buttons on my shirt (where are snaps when I need them?), too many hooks on my boots (always a pain in the ass), and my zipper gets stuck (God’s just laughing at me now). When I finally step out of my jeans and stand in only my sports bra and boy shorts, Audrey is close, a mischievous grin on her face.
“Would you like some help with the rest?” she teases, one finger sliding up and down the front zipper of my sports bra.
“If that means your hands will finally be on my body, then yes.”
“Hmm.” Her fingers trace along my sides and across my abdomen as she circles behind me. “Like this?” she whispers in my ear.
“Um, yes. This is good.”
She unzips my bra and it slides off and drops to the floor. It’s Audrey’s turn to explore my arms, and I can’t help but flex them for her. She chuckles into my ear, low and throaty. “You saw me drooling over your forearms earlier, didn’t you?”
“Nooo,” I say.
“I’m an arm girl, what can I say?” She lifts my arm and with an open mouth and soft, warm tongue, kisses my bicep. I barely have time to register how phenomenal that simple kiss feels when her free hand finds my nipple and squeezes it gently. “I also like breasts,” she whispers. “And necks.” She kisses my neck. “And ears.” She kisses my ear. “You taste amazing, Toni. I thought you might.”
My head drops back on her shoulder, and she kisses up and down my neck and along my shoulder.
“I had no idea you would be a talker,” I say.
“Do you mind?” She breathes the question into my ear in her low, honeyed voice and my knees almost buckle.
“God, no,” I croak.
Still behind me, Audrey’s hands slide down my sides, taking my briefs down to the floor. I kick them out of the way, and she places a kiss on my ass that makes me shudder from its unexpectedness.
“Do you like that?” she asks.
I nod vigorously and moan something unintelligible.
As she stands, she scrapes her fingernails gently up my legs. Her hands move across my abs to the triangle of hair between my legs. Her fingers rake through the top of my curls, and she purrs in my ear. “Nice.”
I whimper because I literally can’t form words right now.
I’m not sure what I expected from Audrey, but this amount of confidence, sensuality and sexiness was not it.
“Audrey,” I groan. “Please.”
“Please what?” Her fingers skirt dangerously close to my clit. I raise my hips, hoping to feel her touch, but she pulls her fingers away.
“Um…”
“Please finish you?”
“Yes.”
“Or please tease you mercilessly until all I have to do is ask you to come and you will, without touching you at all.” She bites my shoulder and pinches my nipple.
My entire body jerks, a heady mix of pain and pleasure coursing through every inch of me.
“You are very close, aren’t you?”
“God, yes.”
“Hmm,” she hums into my ear. “I can’t wait to watch you come, but first, I want to feel your skin against mine. Undress me.” She nips my earlobe, and my knees nearly buckle beneath me.
It isn’t easy, I’m not going to lie. I’m trembling with desire, and my fingers have forgotten how to grasp the hem of her tank and pull it over her head. Audrey unhooks her bra and tosses it aside, and my mouth waters at the sight of her full breasts and hardened nipples. My body thrums with the need to touch Audrey, to kiss between her breasts, to take them into my mouth, to feel Audrey’s hand on my head, arching her back and pushing her breasts deeply into my mouth.
“I’ll eventually let you do everything you’re thinking right now after I get my fill of you,” Audrey says, and licks her lips.
“Jesus Christ,” I say, and nearly come on the spot.
Audrey blesses me with another wicked grin before her lips meet mine. It’s tender and gentle, and she runs her tongue lightly against my lips, asking for more, not demanding. My heart hammers in my chest as Audrey takes possession of my mind and body with the sexiest kiss I’ve ever received. The throbbing between my legs is insistent, demanding to be sated.
I pull away, panting, flushed, desperate. “You are sexy and gorgeous and as much as I love everything you’re doing and saying if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to explode.”
She pulls me close, our bodies fitting together perfectly, and crashes her lips against mine. I open completely, and let Audrey take whatever she wants. Audrey tastes so good, I cannot wait to taste the rest of her. Her fingernails scratch down my back. I shudder with pleasure and pain.
She gently pushes against my chest, and I fall back on the bed.