Chapter 34 JJ
THIRTY-FOUR
JJ
Four more moves and they were a tangle of limbs—but not the sexy kind. JJ had flopped over Brooke’s back so she could reach her right hand into white paint on the other side of the canvas, sandwiching Brooke underneath her.
They were at an impasse.
“What now?” Brooke wheezed below JJ, her left hand now wrapped around JJ’s back and squished into a dollop of pink.
There was no way either of them were moving another inch.
There was only one thing to do.
“Free for all!” JJ said, sitting up and smacking white and black streaks all over Brooke’s back.
Slap!
“Ah!” JJ cried as wet, cold paint slopped onto her own back. Brooke wriggled off JJ, her foot slipping at the last minute. She crashed to her side. Arms flailed in an attempt to get more paint on JJ, the determination on Brooke’s face like a wild fox trying to catch a chicken.
Oh, it was on.
Hands and paint flew everywhere, like a mud-wresting slap fight.
Why had she set them up right next to the couch?
JJ squeezed her eyes shut, arms wildly trying to get more paint on Brooke while avoiding getting slapped herself.
They rolled on the canvas, squeals of laughter bouncing off the walls and drowning out the music as they smeared, streaked, and smudged what skin they could touch.
Somewhere among the chaos, mess and scuffle, soft lips found hers.
Like striking a match, JJ’s entire body lit up. Brooke smiled against her mouth as she rubbed more colour onto JJ’s thighs. What colour? Who knew? Who cared? Not when those lips were on hers. Exploring, nipping, tasting.
Brooke had her pinned down as skin slid over skin, the paint making each movement more sensual, more intense. God, her body was so smooth. Brooke pulled back with heavy breaths, hovering over JJ to take her in.
“We’re an absolute mess,” Brooke said, a hand pushing into JJ’s hair. JJ followed the movement like a kitten.
“We didn't stay in the lines one bit,” JJ said as more paint was spread through her hair.
Brooke bit down on a smile, shaking her head. “Not. One. Bit.” Her fingertips trailed down to paint a cross-cross of lines on JJ’s chest, ending in the shape of a heart. “I drew JB in the heart this time. Looks much better than BJ.”
JJ squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. “I can’t believe I did that—I blame you. Too distracting. I didn't realise what I was writing down.”
“Uh-huh, sure thing.”
Brooke’s fingers danced over JJ’s shoulders next, dipping down to her swimming top then pulling away. Air hit the space Brooke had touched, the paint pulling at the edges as it dried. It tightened, making her body tingle and itch all over.
Brooke's hand had snuck behind her own back. JJ tracked the movement, head tilting.
“Were there any other specific prints or marks you wanted to make sure we got on our artwork?” Brooke asked.
“I think we’ve got most of them—”
Brooke's hand moved behind her then grasped at the base of her neck. Her bikini top dropped between them. JJ froze, gaping. A pair of bare, triangle-shaped breasts stared back at her, a crazy contrast against the mishmash of colour smudged across Brooke’s tanned body.
The sight should have been ridiculous. Absurd.
But it was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen: Brooke straddling her in a rainbow of colour with two very white, very perky boobs just begging to be touched.
The familiar coiling in JJ’s stomach tightened, low and aching. She sat up, reaching for the yellow paint. She clicked off the lid with her thumb and squeezed it over the unpainted skin. Brooke wet her lips.
“Better make sure they’re covered properly for, you know, painting purposes,” JJ murmured, hands finding Brooke’s breasts and kneading the colour over them. Brooke arched her back as JJ pinched her nipples, coating them at the same time. “There,” she said, swallowing.
“Your turn,” Brooke said breathlessly, head tipping forward and eyes dilating as they found JJ’s. She reached over, eyes locked on JJ, and grabbed the green.
JJ could only nod, fingers curling under her top. She pulled it off as fast as possible, folded it in half, and placed it on the liner next to the canvas. She closed her eyes, waiting for the cold paint to hit.
The paint squirted out of the tube, but nothing touched her skin. Opening her eyes, Brooke was smearing it over her—now very yellow and green—breasts.
Oh.
She pushed them up against JJ’s chest, sliding up and down, sending JJ’s head into overdrive.
Brooke’s hardened nipples grazed along JJ’s skin with each slide.
She reached around the back of Brooke’s head and crushed their lips together, the desire to touch and be touched becoming a physical pain thrumming through her body. Anything to get them closer together.
It wasn’t enough. She pulled Brooke on top of her, lying down on the canvas.
Her back slid against the wet paint. Brooke slipped a leg between her, the friction a delicious tease of pressure and sensation.
JJ groaned at the contact as Brooke rolled her hips down, thrusting into her further.
Tongues danced, their pace speeding up and the heat between her legs growing with each pass of Brooke’s thigh.
It was so good. Too good. Too smooth. So fucking smooth.
Her body was dynamite and Brooke’s thigh was fire, striking her fuse over and over again.
She needed to slow it down, she needed to stop, she needed to—
“Oh god!” she cried into Brooke’s mouth, arching completely off the canvas as the orgasm completely took over her body.
Brooke froze on top of her, lips still connected. JJ was clutching Brooke’s arms so tight, she let go as if electrocuted, realisation dawning. Her eyes flew open.
Brooke broke off the kiss and pulled back slowly as if gauging JJ’s reaction.
JJ’s cheeks burned, her body a mess of tingles and flame, the last of the waves still ebbing and flowing.
“Did you just—” Brooke’s eyes searched hers, eyebrows flung so high they’d almost disappeared.
JJ folded in her lips, squeezing her eyes shut again for a moment and nodding. “Yep. Mhmm. It’s just, you were all…” Words couldn’t form quick enough. “And your boobs—then sliding around… was so good. It’s just been so long since—”
She was cut off with a kiss. When Brooke pulled back this time, her grin stretched across her face, wide and inviting, lighting up the entire room.
Yellow.
“So, you think I’m sexy?” She battered her eyelashes.
JJ slapped her on the arm, specks of wet paint rebounding and landing on her cheek, making them both laugh.
“You know I do.” JJ sobered, clearing her throat. “I clearly wasn’t trying to—” She huffed out a breath. “I didn’t mean for—”
What did she say to the person who she was so wholly wrapped up in that they’d slithered on top of her for two seconds and made her come? She still had underwear on for god’s sake!
“It’s nothing to be sorry for or worry about.” Brooke gathered JJ’s hands in hers. “I’m just honoured you were so in the moment, so turned on by me, that I had that effect on you. From where I’m sitting, I say that’s pretty amazing.”
Face still burning, JJ let her head fall to the side—straight into a patch of wet paint. She pulled away with a wet cheek and a scowl, refocusing on Brooke.
“That kind of thing is usually hard for me,” she confessed.
“I know I've mentioned it before, but I meant it.
That emotional connection is so important to me, and I'm lying here shocked how that just happened.
Usually I take so long… or I don't come at all, but that was so enjoyable for me, it took me by surprise, so thank you.”
“You’re welcome. As far as dates go, I think this one has shot to the top of my list.”
“I thought you said you didn't date,” JJ challenged.
“Just because it's my first official date, doesn't mean it can't also be at the top of my list.”
JJ chuckled at that, the paint cracking around her face.
“Well, as much as I'd love for us to stay here, I think this is all starting to dry, so we should probably wash up.”
“Hang on.” Brooke climbed off JJ and pushed her chest into the canvas, forming a swirl of greenish yellow. “There. Now you can have imprints of these babies forever.” She jiggled them for emphasis then stuck out a lip. “Feels like I got short-changed though, not sure I even got to touch you yet.”
“Not with your hands.” JJ attempted to waggle her eyebrows. “We’ll have to fix that.”
“Please,” Brooke said, standing up and stepping off the canvas.
“Give me a hand?”
Brooke pulled her up. They turned, taking in their art piece.
“I mean… it's unique.” Brooke examined it, head crooked to the side.
“I love it. As far as paintings go, it'll definitely be the most memorable.” JJ picked at the flaking swirl of colour on the back of her hand and slipped on their disposable slippers. “Would you like first shower or do you—want to join me?”
At this rate, JJ wasn't sure separate showers were even an option.
“Yes.” Brooke didn’t hesitate and shoved her feet in the slippers. “With you,” she clarified. JJ grabbed her by the hand and led her to the bathroom.
“This is massive,” Brooke said, gawking at the high-ceilinged room. “The windows make it feel like we’re almost outdoors.”
“I think the previous owners converted a third bedroom into a bathroom. It’s abnormally large, but no complaints from me.”
“And look at that bathtub.” Brooke reached out to touch the edge of the central tub, pausing at the last second and pulling back.
JJ smiled. It was easy to forget they were essentially walking paintings… and semi-wet ones at that.
In more ways than one. JJ’s lip quirked to herself as she turned on the shower. Thankfully, she'd had the forethought to put clean towels out before they started their messy evening.
“Bottoms on or off?” Brooke asked.
In their colourful forms, JJ had momentarily forgotten they weren't completely naked. It seemed silly to care about taking their underwear off now with everything that had just happened between them, and yet—
“How about we leave them on for now, and save removing them for after?” JJ wasn't ready to call it a night, but she also really wanted this paint off first and freshen up. The longer it dried, the more she itched to scratch it off.
“Yes, please. Looking forward to unwrapping all of that.” Brooke gestured at JJ’s body.
“In the meantime… want to help me wash all this off?” JJ held up a soft scouring sponge as she stepped into the warm stream of water and sighed.
Brooke followed her in, chest pushing into JJ’s back as she hugged her from behind.
They stood like that under the steaming water, holding each other.
JJ leaned into Brooke’s touch. After a minute, Brooke kissed her neck, took the sponge, and started washing off JJ’s back.
The intimacy of the moment was quiet. JJ hadn’t experienced this kind of connection with anyone before, one where she was so comfortable in another’s space.
Someone who didn’t make her think. Not in an intellectual sense, but in an I’m-so-here-in-the-present kind of way, where nothing else mattered.
The process of getting the paint on their bodies was easy. The process of getting it off? A somewhat trickier task.
“Ow, ow, ow.”
“Hold still,” Brooke demanded, scrubbing off a particularly stubborn paint patch on JJ’s lower back.
“I'll be rubbed raw by the time you're done with me,” JJ said over her shoulder.
“You wish.” Brooke slapped her on the arse. “Plus, thought I already did that on the canvas.”
“Oh, shut up.” But JJ couldn’t hold back her grin.