Chapter 17 #2
Lizzie approached slowly. “You said you’d spend as long as it takes making it up to me.”
“I meant it.”
“Good. Because I’m not letting you off easy.” Lizzie pressed her body against Sarah’s. Pinned her to the wall with her hips. “You hurt me. And now I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll never even think about running away from me again.”
She kissed Sarah’s throat. Bit down gently on the spot where her pulse hammered. Sarah groaned against her skin. Lizzie finally touched between Sarah’s legs. She was soaking wet.
“God, you’re ready for me.”
“I’ve been ready since I walked into this room.”
Lizzie circled Sarah’s clit with her thumb. Light pressure. Sarah’s hips moved, seeking more friction, but Lizzie pulled back.
“Not yet. You made me wait. Now it’s your turn.”
She used her free hand to play with Sarah’s breast. Pinched her nipple hard enough to make Sarah gasp. The contrast of pleasure and pain had Sarah trembling.
“Please, Lizzie.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me. Properly. I need—”
“I know what you need. You need these,” she wiggled her fingers briefly and then put them to good use. Sarah was so wet they went in easily. “Is this what you need?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Lizzie set a slow, deep rhythm. Sarah’s hands came up to grip Lizzie’s shoulders. She was trying to stay quiet but small sounds kept escaping. Little gasps and whimpers that drove Lizzie wild.
“I love the sounds you make. Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
“Everyone will hear—”
“Let them.” Lizzie added a third finger. Stretched Sarah the way Sarah had stretched her. “Let them know you’re mine.”
Sarah’s head fell back against the wall. Lizzie used her thumb on Sarah’s clit while her fingers worked deeper. She found that spot inside that made Sarah’s legs shake.
“Right there. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t. I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
Lizzie leaned down and took Sarah’s nipple in her mouth. Sucked hard while her hand moved faster. Sarah was close. Lizzie could tell by the way her breathing changed, the way her inner muscles started fluttering around Lizzie’s fingers.
“Come for me, Sarah.”
Sarah came with a cry she tried to muffle against Lizzie’s shoulder. Her whole body shook. Lizzie held her up, kept her fingers moving through the aftershocks until Sarah pulled her hand away.
They stood there breathing hard. Sarah’s legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand. Lizzie helped her to the floor, both of them sinking down to sit against the wall.
“I love you,” Sarah said when she could speak. “I love you so much.”
The words should have shocked her. But they didn’t. Lizzie kissed her. Slow and deep. “I love you too. But we’re not done yet.”
“I think you killed me. I’m dead. This is my ghost.”
“Your ghost has a very active pulse.” Lizzie pressed her fingers to Sarah’s throat where her heartbeat was still racing. “And I can think of at least three more ways to apologize that we haven’t tried yet.”
Sarah laughed. The sound was bright and free. “Three?
“At least. We have time. Nobody’s looking for us yet.”
Lizzie shifted so she was straddling Sarah’s lap. They kissed, deep and messy. Lizzie could feel Sarah hardening under her, could feel fresh wetness between Sarah’s legs.
“Tell me what you fantasized about,” Lizzie said. “After that morning. When you touched yourself thinking about me.”
Sarah’s face flushed darker. “I fantasized about this. About you taking control. Making me beg.”
“Did you beg?”
“Every time.”
“Then beg now.”
Lizzie ground down against Sarah’s thigh. Sarah’s hands came up to Lizzie’s hips automatically.
“Please. I need to touch you. I need to make you come again.”
“How? I don’t think I could come again even if I wanted to. And I do want to.”
“Any way you’ll let me. I’ll do anything.”
“Lie down.”
Sarah stretched out on the concrete floor. It couldn’t be comfortable, but she didn’t complain. Lizzie positioned herself over Sarah’s face, knees on either side of her head.
Sarah pulled Lizzie down. Her tongue was immediately perfect, finding all the right spots. Lizzie rode her face slowly at first, then faster as the pleasure built again.
She looked down and saw Sarah’s hand between her own legs. Touching herself while she licked Lizzie.
“That’s it. Make yourself come while you taste me.”
Sarah moaned against her. The vibration sent sparks through Lizzie’s whole body. She was close again, impossibly close. Sarah seemed to sense it and doubled her efforts.
They came together. Lizzie had to brace herself against the wall to keep from collapsing. Below her, Sarah’s body arched off the floor as her own orgasm hit.
Lizzie moved off carefully and lay down next to Sarah on the hard floor. Both of them were sweating despite the cool air. The phone’s flashlight was dimming but still gave them enough light to see each other.
“That was—” Sarah started.
“Yeah.”
They lay there recovering. Outside, the storm had calmed some. Music filtered in from down the hall. Someone was singing “Wonderwall” badly.
“We should get back,” Sarah said eventually. “Before they send a search party.”
“Or we could stay here forever.”
“Tempting. But I think Carlos might notice eventually that we’re missing.”
They sat up slowly. Started gathering scattered clothes. Lizzie found her bra hanging from a shelf. Sarah’s blouse was inside-out.
As they dressed, stealing glances at each other, Lizzie felt lighter than she had in days. The hurt was still there but it was fading and it was being replaced by something better.
Sarah pulled Lizzie in for one more kiss before they left. “Thank you for giving me another chance.”
“Thank you for not wasting it.”
They straightened each other’s clothes. Sarah tried to fix Lizzie’s sex hair, but it was hopeless.
“You look thoroughly ravished.”
“So do you. People are going to know.”
“Let them.” Sarah picked up the boxes of snacks they’d originally come for. “I’m done hiding. I meant what I said. I love you and I’m not ashamed of that.”
Lizzie grabbed her own armful of supplies. Sarah unlocked the door and they stepped back into the hallway.
Music drifted from the den. Someone was still playing guitar. Everything was exactly as they’d left it.
But between them, everything had changed.
Sarah squeezed Lizzie’s hand once before letting go. They walked back to the party together, carrying chocolate and chips for eighty spring breakers who had no idea what had just happened in the storage room.
And for now, that was exactly how it should be.