Chapter 16 #2
Simone's hand shot out, fingers tangling in the collar of Alexandra's shirt.
She yanked her forward, hard enough to close the last sliver of distance between them.
Their mouths crashed together with no gentleness.
Simone's lips pressed against Alexandra's with bruising force, teeth grazing the soft flesh as she demanded entry.
Alexandra yielded almost immediately, her mouth opening, her tongue meeting Simone's in a fierce tangle. Somewhere deep within Simone, she knew this was nothing like the exploratory heat of their first time together, that raw stumble into each other, nor the calculated push and pull of the second. This was completely different. Simone’s anger was twisting into something urgent and more insistent.
She tasted salt and the faint bitterness of coffee on Alexandra's tongue.
Her free hand slid up, cupping the back of Alexandra's neck, her nails digging in just enough to sting.
Alexandra's pulse jumped under her thumb, a rapid thrum that betrayed the calm she projected.
Simone pulled back for a breath, her eyes locking onto Alexandra's, searching for resistance, but there was none.
Alexandra's pupils were widened, and her chest was rising and falling in shallow, controlled bursts.
Simone's grip tightened, and she hauled Alexandra up from the chair.
The movement was abrupt, and a few papers skittered off the desk like fallen leaves.
Alexandra stood without protest, her body aligning with Simone's, their hips brushing in a way that sent a jolt straight to Simone's core.
She shoved Alexandra back against the desk, the edge biting into her thighs and would leave a mark on her tomorrow.
Alexandra's hands came up, her palms flat against Simone's shoulders.
The kiss reignited, hungrier now. Simone's teeth caught Alexandra's lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw a muffled sound from her throat.
Alexandra's hands slid down, grabbing fistfuls of Simone's blouse, pulling her closer. Simone felt the tremor in Alexandra’s fingers, the same hunger from before when they'd fumbled across this desk in a haze of desperation.
But this time, Simone wouldn't let herself slip.
She was the one in control, and she needed to redirect the frustration that had gnawed at her all afternoon into Alexandra's body yielding under her touch.
Her hands roamed, rough and possessive, shoving up the hem of Alexandra's shirt.
Their bare skin rubbed against each other, warm and smooth, and Simone groaned into the kiss as her palms cupped Alexandra's breasts through the lace of her bra.
She squeezed, her thumbs circling the hardening peaks, feeling them pebble under the friction.
Alexandra arched into it, her head tipping back slightly, exposing the line of her throat.
Simone didn't hesitate. She latched on, her mouth hot and open against the pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Alexandra's breath stuttered, her fingers digging into Simone's arms, but she didn't stop her.
If anything, she pressed closer, thighs parting just enough to let Simone slot between them.
The desk lamp cast a golden pool over them, highlighting the flush creeping up Alexandra's neck, the way her lips parted on silent exhales.
Simone's anger fueled her, a burning need to unravel this woman who had dismissed her work so casually.
She wanted to see Alexandra fracture and feel that composure crack under her hands.
Her fingers worked the buttons of Alexandra's shirt open, one by one, exposing the pale expanse of her stomach, the black lace cradling her breasts.
Simone pushed the fabric aside, her mouth following, her teeth scraping over the swell of flesh before she bit down on the curve, not breaking skin but branding all the same.
Alexandra's hand came up to Simone's hair, tugging to guide her lower.
The urgent demand made Simone's core clench at the feel of it as heat pooled between her legs.
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Alexandra's pants, yanking them down along with her underwear in one swift motion.
The fabric puddled at Alexandra's ankles, and Simone kicked it aside, her eyes raking over the newly bared skin.
Alexandra's thighs were toned, a faint sheen of anticipation glistening on her pussy.
Simone dropped to her knees then, the rug rough against her skin, but she didn't care.
Her hands gripped Alexandra's hips, her nails biting into the soft flesh as she pulled her forward.
Simone looked up, meeting those dark eyes and seeing the way Alexandra's brows pinched and her lips were swollen and red from their kisses.
She didn't speak, and neither did Simone.
The silence stretched between them, heavy with everything left unsaid.
Her mouth found Alexandra's inner thigh first, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, biting just hard enough to make Alexandra's muscles tense.
A low sound escaped her that was not quite a moan but was enough to spur Simone on.
She licked a stripe up between her folds, tasting salt and heat, before burying her face between Alexandra's legs.
Her tongue dove in without mercy, lapping at the slick folds and circling the swollen clit with firm, insistent strokes.
Alexandra's hips bucked, her hand tightening in Simone's hair, pulling her closer.
Simone felt the tremor in her thighs, the way her body opened up, wet and wanting.
She sucked hard on her clit, her fingers joining as she slid two inside with ease.
Alexandra was fully soaked, her walls clenching around her as Simone curled her fingers, seeking that spot that made her gasp.
It came quickly, that sharp intake of breath, and Alexandra's free hand slammed down on the desk, scattering a pen holder.
Simone didn't let up, thrusting deeper, her mouth working in tandem as her tongue flicked relentlessly against Alexandra.
The taste of her, musky and addictive, flooded Simone's senses, drowning out everything but the present moment.
Alexandra's composure was slipping, her breaths coming in ragged bursts and her thighs quivering around Simone's shoulders.
Simone's own arousal throbbed, and she ignored it for now, her focus laser-sharp on taking this woman apart.
She added a third finger, stretching her and feeling the heat and pulse inside.
Alexandra's hips rolled, chasing the pressure, and Simone bit the inside of her thigh again, drawing a choked sound from Alexandra’s lips.
“Simone,“ Alexandra whispered, the name barely audible and fractured.
It was all Simone needed. She redoubled her efforts, pumping her fingers faster as her mouth sealed over her clit as she sucked harder.
Alexandra shattered then, her body arching off the desk, a silent cry twisting her face.
Her pussy walls spasmed around Simone's fingers, slickness coating her hand as she rode out the waves.
Simone didn't stop until Alexandra slumped back, chest heaving, her eyes half-lidded and dazed.
But Simone wasn't done. The anger still coiled in her gut, unsatisfied and needing somewhere to go.
She rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and grabbed Alexandra's chin, tilting her face up.
Their eyes met, Alexandra's still hazy from her orgasm. Simone kissed her then, hard and claiming, letting her taste herself on her tongue. Alexandra responded, her hands roaming over Simone’s body now, unbuttoning Simone's blouse with deliberate pulls and shoving it off her shoulders.
Simone's skirt was hiked up, then discarded, and her panties were yanked down.
Alexandra's hands were on her, groping and palming her breasts, pinching her nipples until Simone hissed into her mouth. Simone caught her wrists, pinning them to the desk above her head with one hand. She started to slide the other between her own legs, but she stopped. She released one of Alexandra’s wrists, guiding her hand down instead.
“Touch me. Here,“ Simone said, the words rough.
Alexandra's fingers found her clit immediately, circling with focused intent and pressure, deliberate as always, even now.
Simone ground her hips down, chasing the friction, her free hand wrapped lightly at Alexandra's throat, enough to feel the swallow under her palm.
Alexandra's eyes fluttered, but she didn't falter.
Her fingers slipped lower, plunging inside Simone with a twist that made her knees buckle.
Their bodies were flush against each other, and the desk creaked under their weight.
Simone's hand left Alexandra's throat to grope her breast again, squeezing roughly, while Alexandra's fingers thrust in and out, her thumb pressing against her clit.
The heat built fast, and Simone's anger was channeled into every roll of her hips, every bite she left on Alexandra's shoulder, as she drove to reclaim what the afternoon had stolen from her.
Simone came with a shudder, burying her face in Alexandra's neck, biting down to muffle the sound.
Waves of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her trembling, but the emptiness within lingered.
The orgasm didn't fix her; she was still restless and hollow.
Alexandra's fingers slowed, drawing out the aftershocks, her other hand stroking Simone's back in slow, soothing lines.
They shifted, and Simone pushed Alexandra flat against the desk again, straddling her thigh and grinding down with her leg as her mouth trailed lower.
She sucked a nipple into her mouth, her teeth grazing the hardened, pink peak, while her hand slipped between Alexandra's legs once more.
Her fingers slid in easily, still slick from before, and Alexandra's hips lifted, meeting each thrust.
The rhythm built slowly this time, less frantic.
Simone's free hand grabbed Alexandra's, interlacing their fingers and pinning her again.
She watched her face, the way her lips parted and eyes squeezed shut as her pleasure mounted.
Biting at her collarbone, Simone curled her fingers inside, her thumb rubbing circles over her clit.
Alexandra's breaths quickened, her body tensing, and when she came again, it was quieter but no less powerful, a full-body shiver that rippled through both of them.
But Simone didn't stop there. She slid down, her mouth replacing her hand as her tongue darted out, lapping up the fresh release.
Alexandra's hands fisted in her hair, guiding without force as her thighs clamped around Simone's head.
The taste was overwhelming, pushing Simone's own arousal back to a simmer. She ate her out thoroughly, alternating between broad licks with the flat of her tongue and feather-light flicks with the tip of her tongue and hard sucks with her lips. Simone’s fingers teased at the entrance of her pussy before slipping in again.
Alexandra writhed, silent except for the occasional hitch of breath that caught in her throat, her body arching off the desk.
When Alexandra’s orgasm crescendoed a third time, her legs shook and a low keen escaped her throat.
Simone rose, leaving a trail of soft kisses on her way back up, their bodies slick with sweat.
Alexandra's hands groped her ass, pulling her down, and they ground together, clits brushing in slick friction.
It was messy and urgent. Simone's hand found its way to Alexandra's throat again, gripping with light pressure, while Alexandra's nails raked down her back in long strokes and she squeezed her waist. The build was mutual, their bodies sliding against each other in a heated fervor and breaths mingling in the scant space between them.
They came together—Simone first, then Alexandra—the shared release pulling a rare, broken, “Alexandra,“ from Simone's lips. The name hung there, and Simone felt exposed and vulnerable in a way that physical nakedness had never made her feel.
The intensity ebbed slowly, and there was no crash or scramble to get redressed.
They lay tangled on the desk, limbs heavy, as the lamp's glow warmed their skin.
Alexandra's hand rested on Simone's hip, her thumb tracing idle patterns.
Simone didn't move to leave. She stayed, staring at the ceiling, the silence wrapping around them tighter than any words could.
It wasn't bewilderment holding her there, not like before.
This was quieter, a reluctant admission she couldn't name.
Taking control and dominating Alexandra hadn't filled the void, but lying here, exposed in the aftermath, came closer than anything else had.
Alexandra shifted, pressing a kiss to Simone's shoulder, soft and unhurried. Simone turned her head, meeting her eyes in the dim light. There were no questions or explanations, just the weight of it all settling in the space between them.
For once, their rivalry felt like a thin veil over something that could be real and substantial, and neither pulled away.