Chapter Four
Alex’s lips crash into mine, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tugs my head back, urging me to open for her. I squeeze her trim, muscular waist, my fingertips longing to touch her soft skin. I want more. Even if it’s only for tonight.
The booth is small but secluded, tucked back toward the corner, and I all but disappear into the shadow of her silhouette. This makes me bold, and my fingers pluck at the edge of her white button-down, pulling it free from her pants.
I’m free to explore as her stomach tenses under my touch.
She hisses out a breath and gathers my hair in her fist, staring at me from under her long lashes. I run my hands over her sides, my thumbs gliding along her rib cage.
I’m playing with fire. There’s the same challenge in her eyes as before, easily stripping me bare.
“You’re such a good kitty,” Alex teases, her other hand going to my knee. She glides her palm over my thigh, her blunt nails dragging until they meet the hem of my skirt.
I brush my tongue along her lower lip, and she smiles, then kisses me again. Her large palm slides under my skirt and charts a path towards the apex of my thighs.
Am I really going to do this?
Alex stops as though she notices my hesitation, her fingers in a holding pattern teasing along my inner thigh. “We can stop,” she whispers against my lips, moving to my jaw. “Tell me what you want, beautiful, and I’ll give it to you.”
On one hand, if this ever got out, it might cost me my job. But given the way my colleagues kept me out of the loop hoping I’d make a fool out of myself, I’m ready to burn it all to the ground.
I kiss the column of her throat as I let my legs fall open. “Please, don’t stop. Don’t you wanna feel how wet you make me?”
Might as well play in the ashes.
Her breath hitches, and she nuddles against my ear with an audible sigh. “Fuck.” She takes her time, short fur tickling my inner thigh as her hand disappears under my black A-line skirt.
I squirm in my seat at the brush of her knuckles over my panties, anticipation weighing heavy in my stomach as I nip at her jaw. My thumb slides under her sports bra to cup her breast.
“So warm,” she whispers in my ear as she slips her finger under the elastic of my panties, barely teasing my clit.
My stomach twists, and I lift my hips, chasing her large fingers as they cup my pussy and spread my folds to drag a single digit along my entrance. My pussy squeezes around nothing as she pulls her hand from between my legs and sucks on her finger.
“God, you’re such a tease,” I moan.
Alex grips the back of my neck, angling my head back, and covers my mouth with her own, letting me taste myself on her lips. Her other hand returns to my cunt, brushing her finger along my entrance, gathering my slick and rubbing my clit in slow, torturous circles.
“I’m a tease?” she asks, holding my head still and looking into my eyes. “Let’s see how much you can take.”
I lift my chin in defiance. She’s so close her shaking breath is warm against my lips, hanging by a thread as she strokes my clit. It only takes a few strokes before I’m squeezing my legs together for more friction, trapping her hand between my thighs.
Alex chuckles and lets her fingers slide lower, her palm grinding into my clit to keep the pressure. She presses a single finger into my entrance, curving until she hits the spot, making me shake.
She picks up her rhythm, keeping me right on the edge.
“Look at you.” She smiles. “Such a pretty wet pussy begging to be tasted.”
I nod and bite back a whimper, trapped in her gaze. The rest of the bar has faded away, the thump of the bass a distant memory as she thumbs my clit.
“That’s it.” She urges me on, gritting her teeth as she shifts in her seat.
I don’t want this moment to end, but I’m being wound tighter and tighter, the sharp edge of my pleasure digging deeper like a blade. The last thread holding back my orgasm is ready to snap.
“Alex,” I gasp against her lips, sliding my arms around her to hold on as my release crashes into me.
“Soak my hand, pretty kitty.” She keeps her rhythm, drawing out my orgasm as she releases my head.
“That was incredible.” I blink, catching my breath and seeing the bar with fresh eyes. Somehow the world has continued on without us. There’s a fresh group on the dance floor singing and carrying on to the music playing over the speakers. The band has long packed up.
She gently pulls her hand back, licking her fingers clean with a low grunt as she shakes her head. “You are so beautiful. I’m going to remember the way you feel for the rest of my life.”
I rest my head on her shoulder for a moment, then move to adjust my skirt, my body still humming from my orgasm. I’m already missing the pressure of her fingers inside me.
“You know, I’m here for the weekend.” The words spill out before I can stop myself. There’s a chance this is a one time thing, a flash in the pan. Two consenting adults letting off a little steam and giving in to attraction.
Alex is silent as she grabs her wallet out of her back pocket, placing two fifties on the table. “Does that mean you might want to go back to my place for dessert?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say with a smile, “dessert sounds perfect.”