by Alexa Woods
“What about work?” Arabella ground out. She didn’t want to bring that
up. She didn’t want to stop, but it was important to remember who they
were and what their situation was.
“We don’t have a policy against dating.”
“You’re not worried that I—did you say dating?” Arabella gulped.
“I was just saying.”
“But you did say it.”
June blinked. “I did. I was just…if we wanted to, that is.”
Arabella gulped. Maybe now wasn’t the time to talk about it, but she was
glad it was out there as an option. She wasn’t even thinking about dating,
but she also wasn’t going to consider going anything further with June until
she knew she was okay with all those lines, professional and personal,
being shattered.
“What about Summer?”
“Summer?” June’s hand swept over Arabella’s jaw, tilting her face again.
“Summer is my best friend. She’s not my boss.”
“You’re my boss though.”
“Right now, I’m not. If you’re worried about a power thing or getting
fired…”
“I wasn’t even thinking that. I don’t even know why I said that.
Except…”
“Except?”
“I don’t know. It’s kind of hot. Maybe.”
June’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “Oh. Is it?”
Arabella responded with a kiss. She tangled her arms around June and
kissed her until she was seeing stars, probably from lack of oxygen, but also
because kissing June was incredible. She realized they were both on the
floor, and while the linoleum wasn’t new or pretty, it was clean. It was kind
of hot, making out on the kitchen floor.
June’s hands got bold as she kissed Arabella. She explored her mouth,
taking the time to do the little things that drove Arabella to distraction. A
suckle of her bottom lip, a gentle scrape of her teeth, just the tip of her
tongue darting out to taste Arabella before ducking back into her mouth.
June kissed like an expert. Arabella responded, her hands tracing a pattern
over June’s shoulder and down the front of her blouse. She started to undo
the first button, and when June moaned into the kiss, she undid another and
another.
June’s blouse eventually parted, all the buttons undone. She took
Arabella’s hand and placed it over her breast. Arabella gasped, a shiver of
pure, liquid desire racing straight to her core. She palmed the orb over the
thin camisole, her fingers brushing against soft silk. She could feel the
texture of the lacey bra underneath.
June peeled her blouse away, then ripped her camisole over her head.
Arabella did the rest, her hands unhooking June’s bra behind her back.
Once June shrugged out of that too, Arabella stared at her boldly. She was
haunted again by what she’d said about June looking like a boy. She did not
look like a boy. She was beautiful, her breasts on the smaller side, but
gorgeous, with darker, pert nipples straining for attention. Her skirt rode up
high above her hips, but the top of her tight abs appeared above it.
“Gorgeous,” Arabella whispered. “You are so beautiful.”
June groaned. She fisted her hands in Arabella’s hair when she bent her
head to taste June’s nipple. She gasped, arching against Arabella’s face. She
laved her with her tongue, tasting the lovely satin skin of June’s breast
before she rolled her tongue over the beaded nipple.
“Oh, my God,” June groaned, the sound of her husky voice going straight
to Arabella’s core. “God. Yes. Arabella…”
Her name sounded lovely on June’s tongue. She wanted to hear it again,
so while she attended to the nipple she’d been laving with her tongue, she
cupped June’s other breast. She circled her index finger over the bud, then
pinched it gently while she suckled.
Arabella changed it up, suckling June’s other breast into her mouth until
June was squirming against her. Arabella carefully guided her back against
the cupboards, licking and teasing and worshipping her breasts until June’s
back hit something solid. Her legs parted, her heels hitting the floor and her
knees coming up to surround Arabella.
“Can I touch you?” Arabella panted.
She slid one hand up June’s satiny leg, starting at her ankle. She was still
wearing her heels, little kitten style heels with a solid platform on the front.
They were black with silver stars. Funky, and her own design, which made
them pretty darn amazing as far as shoes went.
June nodded. She kicked off her shoes, one after the other, and parted her
legs so that her pencil skirt inched up far beyond her knees where it usually
fell. Arabella got a flash of black lace peeking out from under that skirt and
she was instantly so wet that the seams of her clothing rubbed against her
sensitive clit when she knelt between June’s legs.
She trailed her hands up June’s legs, pushing her skirt up just a little bit
more. June let her legs fall open. She cinched down the cupboards just a
little bit more. Arabella got real low, intending to kiss her way up June’s
thigh, but the floor wasn’t as low as she figured, or she wasn’t as high up,
and she ended up banging her chin on the floor. Hard.
“Ouch!” She rubbed at the sore spot, glad she hadn’t bitten her tongue
when her teeth knocked together on impact.
“Oh, my God!” June put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.
“Sorry! I swear I’m not laughing at that. I swear, I—”
“This isn’t going to do.” Arabella pretended to be serious, but she offered
June a hand as she stood. She surprised her when she was on her feet by
cupping her waist and lifting her onto the countertop. “There. That’s much
better.”
“Oh, my God, you’re strong,” June laughed. She braced her hands on the
countertop and let her head fall back as Arabella stepped between her legs.
“I work out a few times a week. I mean, I do yoga. Not work out, work
out. I’m not that ambitious. I wanted to stay flexible and in shape after
cheer was done.”
“Did you do that in college?”
“No. I wasn’t actually good enough to the make the team.”
“That’s crazy! You were so good in high school!”
“Yes, well, that’s high school. College is something entirely different.”
She left that there, another apology of sorts.
June grasped Arabella’s blouse and tugged her close. “Well, I think
you’re strong, and I think it’s pretty awesome that you’re flexible.” She
winked as she dropped her hand and worked her skirt up. It was tight, and
cinching it around her waist required a lot of shimmying. It was comical,
but it was also sexy as hell.
June had nice legs. She had really, really gorgeous legs. She’d always
had such a tight, small form with sweet curves. She couldn’t be more than
ninety pounds even now. She was incredibly petite, but she was still very
womanly and the sight of her creamy thighs and that black lace peeking out
between drove Arabella straight to the edge. She was now very sure that her
pants were also soaked. Her clit throbbe
d and she was tempted, as she knelt
down between June’s thighs, to snake a hand between her legs and touch
herself just to relieve the ache that was building to a throbbing, blinding
intensity.
Up close, Arabella could smell June’s arousal, and that sent heat spiraling
up her thighs faster than anything. Her belly cramped tightly before she
brushed her hand over June’s silk and lace core. She was soaked and
Arabella thought she’d go insane if she didn’t taste her.
June’s hand rested gently on her shoulder, the other on her hair as
Arabella bent her head. June was sitting right on the edge of the counter, her
legs spread around Arabella’s shoulders. She breathed in the sweet, deep
scent of June as she brushed her panties aside. She was perfect. So wet, her
pussy glistening, her clit already swollen. Arabella meant to tease June or
attempt some sort of controlled foreplay, but she couldn’t make herself
wait. She had to taste her.
She kissed her first, hungrily, suckling at her clit gently before she used
her tongue to explore all of her. She licked her from her entrance to her clit,
teasing her there. Arabella moaned against June, and June responded,
wriggling against her, raking her nails over her scalp and whimpering
wildly. Her hips bucked off the counter and slammed back down as
Arabella thrust her tongue into her tight entrance.
Arabella swore she could do this for hours. Taste June. Lap up her
sweetness. She licked her way over her perfect folds back up to her clit,
suckling and kissing it, using her tongue until June’s hips were slamming on
the counter over and over again. Her fingers tightened in Arabella’s hair,
and she made the hottest noises. She was quiet, quieter the closer she got to
coming. Arabella could feel the way June tensed up. She heard the way her
whimpers changed, until there was no sound, just hard, deep breaths.
Arabella slipped two fingers into June’s tight pussy while teasing her
with her tongue. She’d been correct when she thought June was close to
climaxing. She came hard, her tight channel clenching around Arabella’s
fingers. Her hips rolled into Arabella’s hand and face as she rode out her
climax. She didn’t make a sound, except for her harsh breathing, while her
hips pumped and her stomach and thighs trembled and clenched tightly
against Arabella’s shoulders and face.
After, when she was still trembling, Arabella withdrew her fingers and
brought them to June’s face. She had her head thrown back and her eyes
closed tightly, but her lips parted, and she suckled Arabella’s fingers deeply
inside her mouth, licking her own juices off. It was so hot watching her take
those fingers a second time that Arabella could have imploded on the spot.
June’s eyes finally opened. She pulled back, then shifted off the counter,
tugging her skirt down as her feet touched the floor again. She seemed
totally unsteady and had to grip the countertop to support herself.
“Well, that was…Holy God, that was amazing. I have something in mind
for you.”
“Oh?” Arabella wasn’t sure she’d last through two seconds of whatever
June had planned. Her clit pulsed and her core ached so fiercely that she
thought a single touch would be enough to set her off.
“Do you have a bed? I mean, of course you have a bed.” June laughed, a
deep, happy, sated laugh. “I thought you might want to go there, take off all
your clothes, and show me how you like to be touched.”
Oh, my God. She was half afraid that she’d get naked and all it would
take was a scorching look from June and she’d come undone. Maybe that
was okay. Maybe she could make herself come again while June watched.
Instead of salvaging her dignity, she didn’t need to be worried about it. If
she lasted a second, she lasted a second. She’d make sure June knew it was
a compliment.
“And then,” June added darkly, in a deeper, huskier tone than Arabella
had ever heard, “I’d like to eat you from behind.”
Chapter 13
June
Holy dirty talk alert. June blushed at what she’d just said. She wasn’t one
for giving orders or being bossy, and she certainly had never really done
much dirty talking before. Maybe it really wasn’t even that dirty, but it still
surprised her, how easily she voiced what she wanted to do. Was it really
that racy when she was standing half naked in someone else’s kitchen and
she wished wholeheartedly that she was fully naked in their bedroom?
Relax. Take a breath.
She was excited. So turned on that her body felt like she’d just taken a
few shots of her dad’s scotch, which he very much liked, and she very much
didn’t, but she did agree with him that it would get the blood flowing on a
cold night. It was bracing, that scotch, and after a single shot, she could
always feel the buzz.
She wasn’t just buzzed. She felt like an entirely new being. She’d dated
people before. She’d had partners before, but this feeling was a first. She
felt- curiously new. Like she was starting over, and not just because she and
Arabella had a past. This was fresh. Something they’d created together that
was perfect and exciting, a story just being written, those first few words
flowing onto a pristine white page.
June realized she was rapidly falling into that area that was above all
gray, where the ability to use reason and logic became skewed and emotion
took over. She liked logic. She liked being rational. She liked thinking
about things quite thoroughly before she acted. But not this. Or maybe
she’d thought about this too much, which was why she didn’t need to think
about it now.
“June?” Arabella was standing a few feet away. Her hand rested on the
countertop, her eyes big and blue and shiny with unasked questions. Are
you coming? Did you change your mind? Do you not want this anymore?
Something burst inside June’s chest. Something wonderful, a feeling of
pure joy. She closed the distance between them, not bothering to pick up her
clothes or shoes, and took Arabella’s hands in hers. She set them at her
waist, then used her own to undo the zipper on her skirt and peel it down
her thighs. She shimmied out of her drenched panties, depositing them on
her skirt on the floor. Arabella nearly hiccupped.
“Oh,” she whispered. “Oh, I see.”
“I’d like to undress you now,” June whispered back. “If you’d like to
show me the way to the bedroom?”
Arabella nodded. She clasped June’s hand and led her out of the kitchen.
It was funny, June thought, that she just now noticed the plants on top the
counter near the window. She wasn’t a plant person. She didn’t even know
what kind they were. Well, one was a cactus. She knew that much because
it looked prickly.
Arabella led her down the hall to a small bedroom. She flicked on the
light and winced as the twin bulbs in the old square glass shade plunged the
room into harsh brightness.
“That’s not—I mean, it’s not that I’m intimidated by the light or that I’m
so shy that I won’t be able to, uh, never mind. I think the lamp is just a lot
less harsh on the eyes.” She dropped June’s hand to walk over to the
nightstand and flip on a stained-glass lamp with a huge shade. The light was
soft and muted through the prism of so many different shades of colored
glass.
June was still standing by the door, and she switched off the light. She
noticed the furniture in the room in passing. A queen-size bed with an
upholstered black headboard with little diamond buttons, an expensive,
heavy-looking black dresser and a matching nightstand. The furniture was
expensive and tasteful, like the table and chairs in the kitchen.
“Did I say that before Dad lost the house, we managed to move out the
furniture? This is the stuff we either needed or Mom couldn’t bear to sell.”
“I can’t remember if you said so.” June walked across the room and
clutched Arabella’s hands again. “I think it’s all very nice. And you don’t
have to explain it to me. I’m sure it sucks talking about it.”
“It does.” Arabella pointed out a plant on the nightstand, three on the
dresser in colorful pots, and a few hanging in things on the wall. “Air
plants,” she explained. “They don’t need to be in a pot. I also kept all of the
ones that were mine. I guess I’m kind of a crazy plant lady.”
“That’s cool. I don’t have any plants.”
“No plants?” Arabella gasped, pretending to be shocked.
“Are you shocked that I have no plants when I’m standing in front of you
wearing absolutely nothing? Are you sure that’s what you want to talk
about?”
Arabella giggled. “You’re right, I don’t want to talk about anything. You
could just help me take my clothes off. I feel very overdressed.”
June’s heart thrummed hard, and she vibrated with excitement. She was
definitely into that. There was no denying how crazy aroused she was. She
might have just had a seriously mind-blowing orgasm, but even thinking
about stripping Arabella’s clothes off and getting to touch her, to bring her
pleasure, made her nipples pebble and heat blossom between her legs.
She raked her hands through Arabella’s hair, tugging her close so that she
could kiss her. She claimed her mouth, savoring her sweet lips, thrusting her
tongue into her mouth while their hands worked together, undoing buttons,