Chapter 16 #3
She made herself lower the leg back down to the sand and held out a hand to help Maddy sit up so they were face to face. “Why don’t we call this a draw?” She felt her own breathing getting shallower. “Come back to my place. Stay the night. I’ll finish setting up in the morning.”
She held Maddy’s eye. This was the thing she’d cleared her whole afternoon for, lied to a client for, hammered a hundred stakes into the sand for.
Maddy looked at her for a long second. Then the corner of her mouth tipped up. “Okay.”
* * *
Aspen got the front door open on the third try.
Which was two tries more than it should have taken to get into her own house, except Maddy had her mouth at the side of Aspen’s neck and one hand sliding under the back of her shirt, and her fine motor skills were the first thing to go.
They half-fell through the door. Aspen kicked it shut and turned the lock, and the sound of it—that small, final click—kicked her pulse up a notch.
Four days of kitchen walls and ten-second windows and getting shoved off mid-kiss, and now there was a locked door between them and the rest of the world.
Maddy had been inside the bungalow exactly once before—last month, dropping off Cup boxes. She’d gotten as far as the bedroom doorway, looked in, and never crossed it.
Tonight, Maddy towed her straight through it by the front of the shirt.
And then Maddy took over, because taking over was what Maddy did. She spun them and walked Aspen backward toward the bed, all hunger and zero patience, hands already shoving Aspen’s shirt up her ribs. Aspen let her have it—right up until the backs of her own knees hit the mattress.
Then she caught both of Maddy’s wrists.
Turned them again so it was the backs of Maddy’s knees against the bed instead, her wrists crossed and held loosely in one of Aspen’s hands.
Maddy’s breath hitched. Her pupils had gone huge and dark.
That alone was worth the entire afternoon of manual labor.
“I’ve waited four days for this.” Aspen kept her voice low, right against Maddy’s mouth. “We’re doing it my way.”
Maddy’s chin came up, her reflexive defiance surfacing even now, with her wrists pinned. “Since when do you—”
Aspen kissed her, swallowing the rest of it, and felt Maddy’s surrender: the small sound in her throat, the give in her shoulders, her hips pushing up into it instead of away. There. Same page.
She laid Maddy down onto the bed and took her time peeling her out of her clothes—the tank top still gritty with sand, the shorts, all of it—stopping to put her mouth to each new stretch of skin as she went, until Maddy was bare and flushed and breathing hard underneath her.
Then she kissed her way down her throat, the dip between her breasts, her stomach, the crease of her hip, taking detours she did not strictly need to take, because the cabin had taught her that Maddy’s patience had a bottom, and Aspen had developed a deep and abiding interest in finding it.
By the time she settled between Maddy’s thighs, Maddy was already lifting her hips off the bed to chase her.
“Patience.” Aspen pressed the word into the inside of her thigh.
“I’ve been patient for four days, get up here and—oh.” Whatever order she had been about to give dissolved the second Aspen licked into her.
She took her time with this, too. Long, slow strokes of her tongue, watching Maddy’s hands twist into the sheets, feeling the tension wind tighter and tighter through her whole body.
Maddy’s thighs started to shake, her breath went high and ragged as she said: “There. Right there.”
And Aspen lifted her mouth away.
Maddy made a sound that was almost a sob. “Aspen.”
Aspen grinned. She could happily spend the rest of her life chasing that sound.
“Why did you stop?” Maddy shoved up onto her elbows to glare down the length of her body, panting. “I was about to—”
“Because you’re being bossy.” Aspen kissed the inside of her thigh, the picture of patience. “And I’m having fun. Ask me nicely, and maybe I’ll let you finish.”
Maddy’s mouth fell open. “I am not going to beg.”
“Okay.” Aspen settled in. Propped her chin on her hand. She had all night.
Maddy lasted maybe ten seconds. “...Fine. Please. Aspen, please, make me come on your tongue. I swear—”
So Aspen rewarded her. She went back down and gave her everything, two fingers curling inside her while her tongue worked her clit, drove her all the way back up to the brink—
—and pulled off again.
“Aaasspennn!” She whined louder, pounding her fist on the bed.
Aspen pushed herself up and sat back on her heels, letting the grin take over her whole face. Then she got off the bed.
“No! No, no, I’m sorry, please come back!” Maddy’s voice cracked clean down the middle as she reached out for her. “I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll do whatever you want.”
That’s more like it.
“Hold that thought.” She crossed to the dresser and opened the top drawer. She pulled out her strap, turned, and held it up, raising an eyebrow.
Maddy’s eyes went wide. She nodded fast and hard. “Oh, fuck yes.”
Aspen grinned and finally stripped off the rest of her own clothes.
She stepped into the harness and settled the straps at her hips, fitting the cock into place.
When she glanced up, Maddy was propped on her elbows watching her with open, greedy desire—and Aspen would do unspeakable things to keep Maddy Sterling looking at her that way.
She crossed back to the foot of the bed, wrapped a hand around each of Maddy’s ankles, locked eyes with her, and yanked.
Maddy yelped as her whole body slid down the mattress.
Aspen hauled her to the edge, hooked Maddy’s legs around her waist, then caught her hand and pulled her up off the bed until they were chest to chest, Maddy half in her lap.
She kissed her, deep and slow and filthy, one hand splayed up the length of Maddy’s spine, the dildo pressed between them—and Maddy rolled her hips down against it on a moan that Aspen swallowed whole.
Then she put her lips to Maddy’s ear. “Turn over.” She said, her voice low. “On your hands and knees.”
Maddy shivered and obeyed. She turned over and settled onto her hands and knees in the middle of the bed and looked back over her shoulder, flushed and waiting, and Aspen was almost positive she’d be seeing that exact image on her deathbed.
She fit herself in behind her, one hand settling on Maddy’s hip. The other took the dildo and stroked it slowly through Maddy’s wetness, coating it. Maddy’s hips started rocking back to meet her. “Ready?”
Maddy nodded, fast.
Aspen stilled her hand. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes.” Maddy responded breathlessly, immediately, already wrecked. “Yes, please—”
Aspen lined up and pushed in, slowly, watching it disappear into her inch by inch, feeling Maddy open around it. Maddy gasped, fingers twisting into the sheets, her back arching.
When she was all the way in, Aspen paused, both hands on Maddy’s hips, and made herself check. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Even more breathless than before. “Oh my God, yes.”
Aspen leaned over her back, pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, and brought her mouth to Maddy’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, Maddy Sterling.” She pulled back a fraction and rolled her hips forward, testing. “And you don’t have to be quiet this time.”
She drew almost all the way out and pushed back in, finding the rhythm, both hands gripping Maddy’s hips to pull her back into every thrust.
Maddy met her stroke for stroke, and every loud, uninhibited sound she made wound Aspen tighter and tighter. The base of the strap was riding snug against her own clit, so every drive into Maddy drove it back against her too.
She picked up the pace and felt her own pleasure climbing right alongside Maddy’s, hot and fast.
She reached around and found Maddy’s clit with her fingers, working it in time with her thrusts, until finally, Maddy shattered—back bowing, a cry tearing out of her, her whole body clenching tight—and the sight and the sound and the feel of Maddy coming apart under her hands shoved Aspen straight over the edge with her.
She came hard, buried deep, her fingers continuing to work Maddy’s clit, her forehead dropping to the back of Maddy’s shoulder, both of them shaking through it together.
When the aftershocks wore down, Aspen carefully eased out, and they collapsed sideways in the sheets—wrecked and gasping. She unhooked the harness and dropped the strap onto the floor with a dull thud and pulled Maddy back against her chest.
For a minute, neither of them said anything. Aspen kissed Maddy’s sweat-damp shoulder and grinned against the skin.
“So,” Maddy said, her voice hoarse and breathless, “the whole time I was standing in your doorway last month, that was in the dresser just a few feet away.”
“Mm-hm.” Aspen gently trailed her fingers along the line of Maddy’s neck, shoulders, and down her arm, watching the trail of goosebumps it left in their wake.
“We really wasted that visit,” Maddy said between breaths.
Aspen laughed and tightened her arm around Maddy, and felt Maddy settle back into her.