by Liza James
Slowly, I turn over, just as Aura's moan breaks in the other room for a second time. It's still incredibly dark in here, but a single candle sits burning on the table next to K's bed. She must have lit it when she came in and crawled in behind me.
My eyes meet hers in something dark and desperate. I don't even have to speak to know she's feeling something now. Her long blonde hair spills out against her pillow, and my eyes travel down from her gaze to her lips as I watch her breathe.
Slow. Steady. Inevitable.
The glow of the flame glimmers behind her, in flickering moments I can see the green in her eyes shift darker. The innate draw I know she's feeling as well grows brighter, stronger, and I can't help it when I shift forward and let my fingers brush over her lips.
I just want to feel her.
My touch slides back to her hair, silently crossing these lines we have firmly set between us. My anger is so mild now, because I know where I'm headed and I'm beginning to understand my own value.
Suddenly, I can just be. I can just experience this moment without the expectation of getting anything back.
I don't need it because I already have it. She doesn't have to speak the words, she's giving it to me in these quiet moments and needy touches.
"I shouldn't be in here," she whispers, and it's a sad notion but one that's real.
"You shouldn't," I reply quietly, knowing this will be the last time we ever have a moment like this. I have to go back to Dom once she falls asleep.
And right now? I know she feels this. That's worth these stolen moments before I leave.
My fingers tighten in her hair, and I shift forward, my tongue slipping out and against her top lip before I pull back again. She moves in the same moment, her body stirring against mine, her lips brushing over my own for a second time before I pull away.
I want her to come to me. And she knows it, because the tiniest flicker of a smile tugs at her lips before disappearing again.
My hand drops free of her hair and down her neck, my thumb grazing her jaw before I hold her tightly before me. She tries to move forward, but instead of letting her kiss me, I hold her back. She has to work for it, and I like seeing her struggle.
I dip my head forward, my teeth scraping along her bottom lip as I suck it into my mouth and bite down. I pull back again, releasing her completely when she finally dives forward and surrenders.
She fucking gives in. All of it. I can feel the explosion in her energy, the same need driving through my blood and begging for her own.
I grip her thigh as she lifts it over my legs, pulling her closer and over me so she's straddling my waist. My hands run along her ribcage as her lips collide with mine. I lean up briefly, hungry to devour her while she gives in to whatever this is.
I can vaguely hear Ruby and Aura in the other room, muted moans and whispers like music layered over what K and I are doing. My touch falls lower, sliding over her ass and gripping her tightly against me when my hips roll forward.
Her tongue sweeps through my mouth, crashing with my own in a powerful hunger for each other. I can't seem to get close enough, but I'm dying to be nearer. I want to lose myself in her being, feel her unraveling under my touch and knowing I'm the only one who can make her feel this.
Because this is different. It's chaotic and messy. It's full of pain and regret, mistakes beyond forgiveness.
But it's alive. It's fucking fire, burning everything around and between us in uncontainable disaster.
I'm tired of trying to control it.
My fingers grip the knot at her neck, pulling her top free as she sits back so I can drop it to the floor. I'm eager, so I immediately move to the shorts she put on for bed, tugging them down her legs until she's lying naked on top of me.
"Let me see you," she says quietly, and her tone is laced with a fierce neediness she doesn't ever give me. Her hands reach forward as I sit up beneath her, trailing along the straps to my top as she slowly tugs them free of my shoulders. She leans forward, her touch moving to the back as she unties it and pulls it off of me completely.
Her chest brushes against mine. Her already hard nipples grazing my pierced ones as I suck in a heated breath and let my hands move up her waist.
God, she looks good. Her creamy skin flickering in the flame of the candle, shadows moving over her body like temptation itself.
Even with the drugs I've been taking, it feels like I'm only addicted to her.
My hands move up and over her tits, watching her face as I roll one nipple between my fingers, tugging tightly before pressing forward and feeling her against the palm of my hand.
She moves against my touch, her back arching and eyes falling to my hold, watching me touch her. My other grips her waist tightly, dragging her against my rocking hips as we move together.
This time, I push forward, pressing my lips to her chest as her hands weave through my hair. She holds me against her, and I slip my tongue out to move against her skin as we grind against each other.
I'm so wet, and when I move my hand between her legs I know she is as well. I slip inside of her while trailing my tongue over her nipple, sucking her into my mouth before scraping my teeth along the tip. She moans, and her breaths pick up speed when I slip a second finger inside of her sweet cunt.
With every roll of her hips, I push inside of her. Pulling out almost completely before pumping inside again. "God, you feel so good, K," I breathe against her skin, anxious to flip her on her back so I can taste her myself. "But this isn't enough for me."
I turn before she can object, wrapping my arm around her waist as I twist us around in the bed. She's on her back, and I'm quick to move between her legs when my lips find hers again. Her hands roam over my own skin, her nails digging into my flesh and scraping along my back when I whimper against her mouth,
I fucking love it—taking the pain for myself this time.
"Lyp," she breathes against my ear, and I have to hold my own moans back when her fingers slide between my legs and under the thin fabric of my underwear. "You've gotta fuck me. I can't hold this back any longer."
"Not yet," I reply, shifting down her chest with single kisses and tastes of her skin. I bite her, feasting on her flesh when I'm starving for more. "I need to taste you."
"Fuck," she moans as I grip her thighs and shift my shoulders between them.
I lift one over my shoulder and turn my head to trail my tongue along her inner thigh. I look back to her, and find her eyes shut while her chest heaves with every breath. Her tight nipples and creamy skin glowing in the darkness. But my eyes shift to the side, and that's when I catch our reflection in the mirror.
Holy fuck. The sight of me nestled between her legs, her arched back on the bed and blonde hair splayed around her.
"Open your eyes," I demand, slowly pressing another kiss even higher on her thigh. My other hand moves to her pussy as I slide my finger through her arousal and slick her clit in her own wetness. "Watch me while I eat you, while I taste your cum on my tongue and hear how badly you need this."
Her eyes snap open and she looks down, meeting my gaze with her own as they widen in surprise. But I push forward, filling her with my fingers as she gasps and falls back on the bed again.
So, I shift up quickly, pulling out of her completely and pressing those same fingers to her parted lips. "Do you taste that?" I ask, my voice low and rough over the heated words. My other hand grips her jaw and I move my knee between her legs, pressing against her wet pussy while I hold her still below me. "Answer me."
"Yes," she suddenly replies, subtly rolling her hips against my knee when I push against her again. God, she's needy. I fucking love it.
"Who is making you wet, K?" I ask, pressing her for the answers I want to hear her say.
She scoffs for a moment, as if she doesn't believe I'm being serious. But I am, and when I shove my fingers to the back of her throat and she gags, she realizes it.
"Who? Who is turning you on like this, who is making you mo
an and whimper and beg for more?" I pull my fingers free as she gasps and tries to catch her breath. She doesn't answer at first, and I drag her own cum across her cheek before pulling my hand back and smacking her across the face.
"Fucking Christ. You, okay? You are," she snaps out on a breathy tone, but the way her body rolls against my own and the pitch of her voice tells me how badly she wants this.
"Say my name," I reply, dropping that hand between her legs and pumping inside of her.
"Lyp. You are Lyp," she moans against my mouth when I kiss her again. Satisfied, I move back down again, keeping my hand around her throat when I finally press my lips to her soaked pussy.
Fucking hell.
I shove her legs even wider apart by shifting up a few inches and keep her thigh wrapped around my shoulder. My tongue slips out, eagerly slipping through her core, and tasting everything I'm craving.
It's downright filthy how badly I need this. Something snaps inside of me, driving me forward as I dive deeply through her cunt. She gasps, her breaths coming so rapidly as her hand suddenly falls to my hair and her fingers tighten roughly against my scalp.
She drags me even harder against her, and I slide to her clit before sucking her into my mouth. Moving down, I fucking devour her. My teeth scrape along her flesh as her hips frantically roll against my face.
I pull back briefly, slamming one hand over her lower stomach so I can force her still while I take what I so desperately want. "Stay still, my girl, and I'll finally let you come if you're good."
"Fuck," she moans as she forces herself steady. I laugh quietly before I look down and slowly taste her again. My thumb rolls over her clit, deliberately drawing needier whimpers from her lips before sliding my tongue inside of her.
When she's still enough, I drop my hand to her pussy, slipping two fingers inside of her, eliciting even louder moans while she tries rolling her hips against my face. But god, she's so close, I can fucking feel it. And I'll be damned if she doesn't get off several times tonight by the time I'm finished with her.
I move quickly, licking her pussy while moving inside of her at the same time. She becomes frantic, losing the stability of her hips while frantically fucking my face.
I know it the second before she's ready to come, and I pause only when I realize she's holding back for something.
For permission.
Yeah, yes. Exactly the good girl I need her to be.
"Come, K. Let me devour you while you fall apart."
Her fingers tighten, the sting over my scalp a sweet reminder of what I'm doing to her. Her legs tense around my face and I can feel her as she comes, her pussy pulsing around my fingers while I continue licking her.
But just as she falls from her climax, I grip her legs tightly and flip us over. I'm the one laying on my back now, my arm reaching to push her higher as she sits up over my face.
"Wait, I already—" I ignore her refusal, digging my fingers into her thighs as I pull her down over my face. "Shit, Lyp." She suddenly gasps, falling forward and gripping the headpost of her bed as I eat her again.
I know she'll be close, and it won't take much for me to push her over the edge again. She rolls forward, her hips grinding over my face and my lips, while my tongue pushes inside of her before circling her clit.
She continues moaning, and by now, she's so loud that I can't even hear Ruby and Aura in the other room anymore.
Her movements become frantic again, and I know she's nearing her next release. So, I pull back briefly, holding her up while I finally chance a look at the mirror above us.
Holy hell, it's magnificent.
A literal fucking masterpiece. K's flawlessly naked form hovering over mine. Our bodies slick with desire and mutual addiction, moving together in the reflections around us.
"You like watching us?" K suddenly whispers, shifting back a bit before I grip her and roughly hold her in place.
"Don't move," I admonish. I'm not ready to let her go and she was so close to coming again.
"We have time," she responds, and I relinquish my hold slightly as she moves even lower. "And I want you to watch me while I fuck you."
I don't even have the words to respond, caught off guard by the genuine desire in her voice. She's so detached usually, but here in the darkness, in this lost and obscure night, she's giving me something different.
She shifts above me, straddling one thigh while her other moves between my legs. I know what she's doing, and my heart uncontrollably picks up at what's happening.
I haven't done this—anything like this really—since her when we were sixteen. And that was the memory haunting my days in the years following.
She leans forward, her lips brushing against my own in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Instinctually, everything inside of me wants to fight this. To wrap my fingers around her throat and force her back into a place of submission.
But at the same time, this is everything I've wanted. Everything I've craved over the years after we split.
"I want you to replace that night with this." Her hips roll forward, her slick core grinding slowly against mine. I gasp at the friction and the way I'm already trying to work against her at the same time. "I need you too."
"I can't," I reply, my tone laced with disappointment as my body proves otherwise. My fingers grip her waist, my nails digging into her skin and scraping up her back as she thrusts forward again. The rhythm picks up, and instead of fighting my refusal, she simply kisses me again.
Her tongue moves against mine, her teeth colliding and scraping along my flesh as her fingers weave through my hair. One of her hands falls to my neck, and she grips my jaw tightly before pulling away and pressing her lips to my neck.
"K," I moan, because I can't help it, and the feel of her pussy thrusting over mine is intoxicating. "Fuck, faster."
Even in the steady rhythm of her hips, her touch is gentle. She doesn't realize that maybe this is what I needed when we were 16, but this isn't what I need now. This isn't what I want now. I can appreciate the sentiment, but I need her to know exactly what I demand now.
My cravings are dark, my sexual preferences filthy and destructive. So, I move quicker than she can stop and flip us over again. I'm on top, my legs twisting through hers while I change the pace and roll forward.
"I'm not sixteen. I'm not quiet and weak anymore," I grip her leg and lift it over my shoulder, my hand resting on the back of her thigh as I slowly grind forward. Her head falls back, her eyes glued to the mirror above us as she watches with heavy breaths falling from those salacious lips. "I don't need you to replace that day because I'm no one's fucking victim."
Her eyes snap to mine again, and I can feel the fire blazing between us. So many contradicting emotions.
Anger, regret, desire, passion, hatred.
But I don't try to make sense of it anymore. I don't need too.
"What I do need you to do," I fall forward, gripping her hair tightly in my fist and shoving her head to the side so she's forced to watch us in the mirror to our right. "Is be a good girl and watch us while I fuck you, K. I want this image burned into your mind, erasing every moment you've ever had with anyone else. I want you reminded, every time you go to sleep in this bed that I'm the only one who's ever made you feel this."
I thrust forward, my pussy sliding against hers while her legs spread widely apart. I look down while she continues watching us in the mirror, her body struggling beneath my own in both her need for release and the position I have her pushed into.
My own gaze settles on our pussys, on the movement of our bodies working against each other and with each other at the same fucking time. K's moans and whimpers fill the air around us, and I can't help but give into my own. My hips moving faster while K's work to meet mine in the same rhythm.
My hand falls to her neck, my thumb grazing along her collar bone when she chances turning to look at me again. I let her when I see her eyes fall down to our cores as well, and she watches us fuck while her hands grip my
hips and drag me tightly against her.
We're fucking, rapidly and frantically when I feel my own orgasm begin twisting in my stomach. I know she's feeling the same, and her nails scrape along my skin in a way that I hope leaves fucking marks in the morning.
I fall forward, claiming her mouth with my own as we both break. Our releases snapping at the same moment, our hands grasping at each other's flesh in the need to be even closer than we are now.
We consume each other, in both our energy and the way we fuck until we're one. When I pull back briefly, I see it in her eyes, the same darkness. The reflection of my own soul within hers.
We're flames, from two separate fires exploding with the same oxygen. Uniting. Growing. Burning. Blazing.
So, when she leans up and kisses me once more, I surrender as well. Losing myself in this final moment, to every emotion she's filling me with, every touch and kiss and fuck and moan.
This is what it was always meant to be.
It's nearing 5:00AM.
And my hand absently hangs over K's waist as she sleeps at my side. I graze my fingers over her bare skin, and immediately feel the way she shifts just slightly and moves closer to my frame.
She's cold tonight, her body seeking more of my warmth before I have to let go of this.
I lean in a bit farther, grazing my nose along the soft skin of her neck and into her hair as I breathe her in. My fingers flex over her stomach, and her hand quietly finds mine in the darkness.
She pulls me tightly against her, and it takes every ounce of strength I have to force the tears back that are already threatening my vision.
God, she's still asleep, so incredibly vulnerable and flawless when she’s like this.
This, right here. This is everything I wanted when we were young. I was already wanting to experience that with her, but I wanted to wake up together the next morning. I wanted her hands around my waist when my eyes finally opened. I wanted her body, her energy, her sleepy eyes and messy hair to be in my bed when we were finished.