Chapter 6 Deborah #3
Deb wanted to give Hayley a piece of her mind, but worse, she desperately wanted to reach out and lift the heavy golden mass of hair away from Hayley’s neck and shoulder.
She wanted to lean down and press her mouth to the skin there, where she could see a trickle of sweat already gleaming under the purple and pink lights.
To taste the saltiness of that sweat, to open her lips and gently bite down, to suck a rosy hickey into the creamy, smooth column of Hayley’s neck.
Mesmerized by the thought, by the pulsating music, by Hayley’s face tilted to face the ceiling, her eyes closed, dark lashes fanning out over her cheeks…
Deb wove through the crowds to get behind Hayley, reaching to touch her waist, to slide her hand over the soft blue fabric of her dress and pull her in.
Hayley’s perfect ass nestled between Deb’s thighs and they moved in tandem, swaying to the music.
Deb abandoned herself to the beat, tilting her own head back until the end of her ponytail was tickling her waist. Hayley’s back was pressed hard against her body, pinned in place by her arm.
They were surrounded by dancing bodies, but when Deb’s eyes were closed, it was only the two of them, a foggy, humid heat, and the music.
Hayley’s body against hers was warm, sinuous, curvy. Deb desperately wanted to get underneath that dress.
As the music shifted, the bass thumping deeper, another horn cutting through the air, Deb opened her eyes and gave in to her vision.
With her free hand, she tugged Hayley’s heavy curtain of hair out from between them and draped it forward, revealing the smooth, strong line of her neck.
Deb dipped her head down and opened her mouth over the softest patch of skin, right where neck curved to become shoulder.
Salty sweat, heady jasmine perfume, green apple shampoo…
the scents and tastes filled her senses while the music pounded through her head and body.
When Deb bit down, gently, and stroked the tip of her tongue featherlight over the skin between her teeth, Hayley’s mouth fell open with a tiny gasp Deb could only just hear over the beats.
She wanted more, now, here, immediately.
The hand Deb had gripping a handful of Hayley’s dress at her waist slid down between her thighs and pressed in.
Warmth, a pulse, another glass-brittle gasp from Hayley, who ground her ass back against Deb’s legs.
The hot wave of arousal this caused made Deb bite down harder, suck harder, take one harsh breath through her nose.
Blindly, she grabbed Hayley’s hand and dragged her off the dance floor, the beat following them as they swerved and wound through the bodies around them and up to the stairs to the second floor.
The Lounge had a mezzanine here, also packed with dancers.
But there was also a rank of velvet-curtained alcoves in the walls here, where Deb knew they could be very, very alone.
It was still relatively early in the DJ’s set, and nobody else in the club had spent weeks, months, in a push-pull of lusty detestation with Hayley Milton.
Though dancers thronged the mezzanine, when Deb’s hand closed around a handful of blue velvet curtain at the first alcove they reached and yanked it open, it was empty. No one else had the idea they did, yet.
She stepped into the alcove and pulled Hayley after her. And she took the time to carefully slide rings on the curtain over the hooks on either side, to make sure the curtain stayed closed behind them.
Then, once everything was secured, she turned to Hayley and lifted her up, immediately pressing her against the plush alcove wall and going in for a plunging, heated, slippery wet kiss.
If the kiss in the ICU on-call had been a hot one, this one was scorching.
Hayley’s legs wrapped tight around Deb’s waist, pulling her in so close, Deb felt the heat of her pussy against the spot on her stomach where her tank top had ridden up.
She groaned into Hayley’s mouth, unable to decide what she wanted to touch or taste or grab or suck on first.
She pushed in closer, letting her tongue flick against the softness of Hayley’s mouth, tasting the melon of the two cocktails Hayley had drunk. Her stomach rubbed between Hayley’s thighs, and little lusty whimpers spilled from Hayley’s mouth into Deb’s.
Then—
“Fuck me,” came the breathy command. Deb pulled back and met Hayley’s fogged-over gaze with her incredulous one.
Hayley’s hair was a golden cloud against the dark wall of the alcove, her eyes were half-lidded, her pink mouth swollen from the intensity of the kiss.
“Fuck me,” she repeated, arching her hips forward.
Deb surged in for another kiss, but one hand slid up under the fluttery fabric of Hayley’s flowered skirt, fingers tiptoeing up one slender thigh, and she plucked at the lacy waistband of Hayley’s panties. Fleetingly, she wondered if they were pink like they had been in the on-call room.
In the next instant, her hand had slipped under the lace and cotton, the tips of her fingers sliding over silky hair and into hot, wet heat. Deb shifted as Hayley groaned, and she slid her palm down until she could sink her two middle fingers deep into the snug pocket of Hayley’s soaked folds.
Her thumb played over Hayley’s clit as her hand worked, slipping and sliding over the sensitive little nub.
She was so wet under her jeans, she knew, and God, how she wanted Hayley to unbutton her fly and tug them down, then eat Deb out.
She fantasized Hayley’s golden head between her legs, imagined what her nimble tongue could do there.
Deb pumped her fingers deep inside of Hayley, pressed her thumb hard over her clit. The scent of sex filled the alcove like a heady cloud, mingling with Hayley’s abandoned, desperate gasps and the music still pounding from the speakers.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” came the strangled, chanting moan, and one of Hayley’s hands grabbed Deb’s ponytail and gripped it like her life depended on it as she came wet and hard over Deb’s hand.
Deb nearly came herself from that, without even having Hayley touch her.
They stood in the blue light of the alcove, pressed against the wall, music and their heavy breathing the only sounds.
Hayley’s head was bent down and tucked into Deb’s neck.
Slowly, she unwound her legs from around Deb and slid them down to the floor.
But she held on tight to Deb, as if her legs might give out.
Deb grinned.
And she grinned harder when Hayley whispered into her ear, “Can we go to your place?”