Chapter Thirty
Bee
Confirmed: touching Nola quieted my head.
New development: kissing Nola did something entirely different to my body.
Our mouths met, for the first time in four years. This was not slow and tender—I didn’t know if that would ever exist with two people like us. We were two moving forces colliding; magnetizing to keep the motion going. Once I had the taste of her on my lips, on my tongue, I wanted more.
My hands left her waist to grab onto the sides of her face, my body rolling into hers every time we kissed.
Nola’s hands slipped from on top of my baggy shirt to right under, finding my skin covered with goosebumps.
I thanked her with a bite to her lower lip, rising to my knees because I was starving and wanted to feel more of her. She met me halfway
Our kisses slowed, our movements less frenzied as it gave way to passion.
My hands left her face to float down her body.
Her muscular biceps, her sculpted abs under her tiny shirt, her sports bra.
I felt the peaks of her nipples underneath the fabric, but I didn’t linger.
My touch was not a command, but an option.
And I fucking made her gasp again. Light and airy and ended in a throaty moan.
I smiled through our kisses.
As punishment, she slapped my ass then gripped it firmly.
The euphoric feeling made my head drop back, and then she was licking up my throat.
Sucking and biting on the skin right on top of my jugular.
She was marking me, and I didn’t even care.
Not a thought in the world mattered as my nipples hardened against her body.
As the inferno in my core grew more and more with the thought of her hands moving down to my panties.
“Tell me to stop,” Nola murmured peppering wet kisses around my throat and collarbone before returning to the spot that would be bruised tomorrow.
I shook my head and took her head back into my hands. “You should be telling me to stop.” I shoved her back down on the couch and straddled her. My favorite place to be.
Here, everything was heightened. The way my hips rolled into her pelvis, the way she met my rolls sending electric zaps up my spine at the feeling of us even clothed.
The thought of us bare against each other made me ride her erratically.
As if she’d read my mind, she finally gave in and reached her hands under my shirt again.
Her palms grabbed onto my heavy tits, feeling every inch of me like we were running out of time.
My eyes rolled at the feel of my nipple piercings in her hands, the barbells a contrasting sensation from the heat radiating between us. I gasped for air, the pleasure building, my panties getting wetter, Nola and her cocky smile making me wilder, making me move my hips faster.
I couldn’t contain my moans anymore. My desire and my pleasure were too much to keep the lid on.
“Tell me what you like, Bee,” she cooed, and I opened my eyes to find her in a seated position. But I couldn’t answer, I didn’t have words, only feelings, so I leaned back to yank off my shirt. The cold air of the room met my peaked nipples.
“Fuck,” Nola commented, rolling her tongue over my breasts.
She didn’t rush straight to my nipples, as much as I wanted her to.
Instead, her tongue circled my skin from the top of my sternum to the curve of the bottom, her eyes on me, tracking my reaction, watching my impending orgasm bloom across my face.
“Please,” I whined because I wanted to be nice, but my inner brat was coming out. I needed to come now. I needed her to make me come.
“Say it again.” She smiled as she dragged her tongue closer and closer to my nipple.
“N-Nola, please.” I didn’t finish saying her name before her mouth was sucking and biting my nipple, moving back and forth between both of my breasts.
Like this was her first meal in days. Like she’d waited for this moment forever.
I couldn’t even comprehend how fast her tongue moved as it flicked and swirled around the jewelry.
I was grinding harder, my hips bucking uncontrollably, my hand gripping her neck closer to my chest, my tits, shit—my fucking heart.
“Can I make you come?”
I was building higher, getting closer, I just needed her to push me over the edge.
“Don’t ask, just do it.”
Her thumb pressed against my clit, over my shorts, and I didn’t even last three seconds before I was crashing over. My breath left my body, my body arching away from Nola’s mouth as tremors racked throughout. They crested, and air found its way into my lungs again.
I fell onto the couch with Nola, hot with ecstasy, satisfaction, and something else I wasn’t ready to name.