by Blythe Stone
“I’m not going to argue with you. That honestly sounds like a better way to spend our time,” I admitted.
I did lean forward and kiss her but I teased her a little by pulling back after a moment.
“Who’s a better kisser, me or Olivia?” I teased.
“Don't start with me,” she warned. “You're both good in different ways.”
“You started with me. Why can’t I start with you?” I raised an eyebrow and considered her.
I liked challenging her. After we had sex I was always particularly apt to be a smart ass.
Nat groaned and squeezed my ass generously with both of her hands. “I'm too hungry to fight with you. You were supposed to feed me, remember?”
She slid a hand up the back of my neck and squeezed. “You're so defiant sometimes. It's like you're trying to drive me nuts.” Her fingers slipped into my hair and she tugged.
“Mmmm, well, it does get results like that so I’m going to keep doing it. I like it when you get tough with me. It’s very sexy. I think I’ll be bad for the rest of the day and see what happens,” I challenged.
We could both play this game. I’d feed her and we could go about our normal day but I’d make sure to tease her at every opportunity. Then, maybe later, she would dominate me a little. She was so good at it. Sometimes it felt good to feel a little pain.
“Keep it up,” she warned, nails trailing along my skin as she still held my head in place. “You know what I can be like. Just don't say I didn't warn you.”
“Oh, I know what you can be like. I always beg for it when you get that way. It’s one of my favorite things,” I reminded her.
Her scratch made me shiver and swallow hard with anticipation.
“It's nice when you beg,” she whispered, pleased by me.
“Is it? I do it a lot. Mostly when you’re deep inside of me and I want to cum but you won’t let me,” I whispered back.
I was already wet again and it was almost painful how much I wanted her to touch me but I got myself under control. The anticipation made it more intense later.
“It makes me wet,” she whispered. “You know it does.”
“You make me wet when you walk into a room, baby,” I said.
Sometimes she just dripped sex and I wanted to bathe in her presence. I could get off just thinking about her and the spells she could weave around me. It was something I’d never known was possible until Nat.
“Good,” she said. “I like to think about that.”
She was breathing harder again, stealing my scent right into her body.
“It’s hard not to want you all the time but I love you best when you don’t know I’m watching. You’re just so much yourself and when you’re just in casual clothes with no makeup. You’re so beautiful it hurts,” I said.
“Avery… You’re gonna make me cry,” she warned. Her hands moved and she pulled me to her to kiss her again. I felt her smooth leg between mine. Her thigh deciding to excite me and lead me into her even more.
When I tried to hold her head she took my wrists and pulled my hands down so I couldn't touch her. Her thigh pressed me hard as she tugged down on my wrists and stole my mouth to breathe in me.
I almost came right then but I held it in. It wasn’t time. She was so good at touching me though. It was hard. I kept my eyes closed and kissed her back, battling a little to let her know I was still fighting back.
She owned me and she knew it.
I groaned into her mouth and let all the tension go out of my body. She could do whatever she wanted with me now. I wouldn’t resist until I got a little farther away from the edge.
She twisted her mouth from mine, teeth finding my shoulder and lightly biting as one of her hands let go of my wrist and I felt her stroke my sex from behind.
“Fuck, baby,” I said.
She wasn’t going to let me wait or she was going to get me really close and stop. Either way, I was helpless. She was in control.
“Fuck my mouth,” she gasped.
Her hands moved to pull me closer, her teeth scraped down my breast, sucking hard on my nipple as she pulled me to scoot up by my thighs.
I waited until she was under me just right and then lowered myself a little. She was going to kill me with this. She always did.
“Oh, baby,” I murmured when I felt her tongue.
She didn't temper herself or wait. I felt her find my wrists again and tug them down to help me fall into her as she thrust her tongue inside me with deep intention and solid purpose.
A guttural moan escaped her mouth at the precise moment I felt her inside me.
“Oh my god,” I groaned.
She wasn’t going to let up. It was a lot to take at once.
“Fuck, fuck... “
I couldn’t hold it back at all. I came with a sudden jolt and my arms gave a bit but I caught myself and stayed upright.
Still, she didn’t stop. She was determined and I felt myself build again to a point where she could either push me or keep me. I pushed back a little so she would move up and as soon as she did I felt myself release again.
I shook and lifted myself away from her a little.
“I can’t, baby... It’s too much,” I gasped.
“Fuck,” she gasped, wiping her face and pulling me down so she could hold me and spoon me.
I closed my eyes and let her hold me, moving back into her arms. All of that energy I’d had before was drained and I could barely feel my body. My mind was soft and fuzzy like I was floating in pink tinged clouds, feeling the aftermath of her work.
“Mmmmm,” I hummed.
“Shhhh, good girl,” she cooed.
“Yes ma’am,” I whispered.
“Rest baby,” Nat whispered. “We’ll eat once we’re rested.”
I nodded my weary head and let myself slip into sleep, knowing she was there to protect me.
34
(Olivia)
So, I took up writing again, almost immediately. Avery inspired me.
A few days passed with us honeymooning- not leaving the house much- trading back-and-forth with one another, taking turns and connecting in ways I had craved now for several years.
“How's it coming?” Nat asked. She leaned behind me, making sure to practically cover me with her body as she stared in at the paper that dangled out of the vintage typewriter just in front of my face.
“It’s a mess,” I sighed, overwhelmed by its unimportance.
“Well good,” she said, twisting my chair and thrusting a kiss upon me, so hard and intense it made me stand up on my feet to both combat and join her. She pulled my body against hers with a quick arm around my waist. I felt her smile almost more than I tasted the sweet citrus of orange on her delicious tongue.
Her hands groped and I knew I wanted to fuck her.
“Scoundrel,” I growled.
“I'm sure you know many,” she baited.
“You're all sticky,” I realized. Her lips, her hands.
“Here,” she said, slipping two fingers inside of my mouth.
“Mmm!” I tried to speak. She smiled and slipped the fingers back out of me. Before that, I’d felt them slide so far back they nearly slipped down my throat.
It made me gasp and I felt that I wanted her.
“You can't write all day,” she ordered. “Come down and get food. I cut you some fruit.”
“Okay bossy,” my cheeks flushed.
My eyes were drawn over to Avery. She had headphones on and her eyes were stuck on her screen. Apparently, she was so busy she hadn't noticed our frisky display.
“Come on,” Nat said. “It’ll just be a second.”
Nat tugged on my hand, moved me to follow her.
When we got to the bottom of the steps she tugged me into her body and sat me up on the counter, hands moving up my thighs and putting pressure there. I moaned in her mouth as she kissed me again.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered breathily. “You just looked so sexy with your concentration face.”
Her thumbs brushed lightly over my panties near my sex, tempting me.
“I don't have a concentration face,” I said defiantly.
“Mmm. Yes, you do,” Nat fought me. “And it's hot.”
She swiped my panties aside and slipped two fingers inside of me.
My mouth hung open and she covered it with her free hand.
“Shhhh,” she smiled, slowly fucking me and staring into my eyes as she did so.
My eyes rolled to a close, sensation soaring inside me. The taste of oranges dominated over it all as I moaned against Nat’s perfect hand and eventually came for her right there on the counter.
“That's better,” Nat huffed. Pulling me to lean on her as she wiped her wet hand with a rag.
I moved to talk but she pushed a strawberry into my mouth. It was cold, a lame substitute for her tongue. I bit it, tasting how delicious it was mixed in with the previous taste of her mouth and that orange on her hand.
“Okay,” she huffed. “I can leave you alone now. That was bothering me.”
“Which part,” I laughed, sliding off of the counter and staring at her while she fiddled with a large knife and more fruit.
“You were both ignoring me. It was rude.”
“Oh, well. I'm sorry then,” I lied.
“Here, drink this.”
It was fresh-squeezed orange juice with vodka inside.
“Oh fuck,” I coughed after drinking some. It was very strong.
“Go on,” Nat pushed. Her hand pat my ass. “Back to the artist attic. Busy busy busy.”
“Hey wait,” I said, stopping her from leading me off.
“What,” Nat asked, bothered now that I was resisting her will.
“Just… Thank you,” I said, cocking my head. “For this,” I smirked, raising the glass. “And… the other thing.” I knew I was blushing.
“My pleasure,” Nat spoke. Her demeanor now was one of professionalism. Like there was nothing inappropriate that had gone on. I found myself wishing I’d had her at work for all those stressful and somewhat boring years. This dynamic would’ve saved it. This dynamic would've saved anything. “Now go on. Get upstairs. I've got other things to do.”
“More important things,” I grumbled.
“Hey!” She called.
I pivoted on the bottom stair.
“What the hell did you just say?” There was a threat in her tone. And I knew she was good for it.
“Nothing,” I smiled.
“Good. That's what I thought,” she relaxed.
I stared back at her until she was out of my sight.
When I reached the door to the attic room I noticed that Avery was still locked on her screen.
I walked over to her and set the glass down on her desk, pulling the headphones off of her and hugging her collarbone and body from behind.
“Mmmm,” I hummed into her ear. “You need a break,” I whispered. “Nat’s going to punish you if you don't take it easy.”
Her scent was intoxicating. I’d already come to crave her like wine. I slid my hand over her skin where I could touch it.
“Is she?” Avery asked.
Her fingers stopped zooming across the keyboard and she tilted her head.
“I kind of like when she punishes me.”
“Mmm, well. Guess I'll leave you alone then,” I sighed.
I pressed my nose to her skin, breathed her in and then started to move away.
“Why would you want to do that?” She asked, reaching to stop me.
I moved to hug her again and kiss her neck. “I want you to have what you want,” I whispered. “Whatever that may be.”
“That would be you,” she said.
Her hand slipped into my hair and she held me closer.
“Mmmm… I feel spoiled,” I hugged her again.
My eyes rolled as my hand slipped down into her shirt. I found her breast and squeezed it.
“I think we both are.” Avery said.
Her hand tightened in my hair and she let out a little noise.
“Mmm,” I hummed. “You should probably kiss me.”
She let go and turned in her chair, spinning it around to face me. I had to back-up a little but she pulled me down by tugging at my shirt. When she kissed me again it was with impressive detail.
I quickly fell down to straddle her, leaning my upper-body back as she moved to kiss me further. “Mmm. Please tell me what you're writing is crazy sexy.” I pecked her lips again and wrapped my arms around her neck wanting her to love me more.
“Not at this second but I wrote a sex scene last night that would turn you on. It's basically what happened with us in the shower that first time,” she said.
“Hmmm, is that so,” I pondered, staring at her. “You always look so serious while you’re writing. I can never guess what you're thinking.”
I leaned back a little on her lap and stroked her cheeks and neck, feeling her soft skin with my hands, massaging the muscles at the base of her neck, feeling the tension.
“Mmm, yes, there please… Harder,” Avery begged.
“Mmmm,” I hummed, leaning in to be better at it. I felt her hands holding my sides. My eyelids fluttered a little. Her natural breathing so close to me was surprisingly sexy. “You and Nat really have the bossy thing down,” I laughed.
It was nice to take care of her. I took more pleasure from it than I knew I could get from helping someone. Our relationship was different.
“Is that good or bad?” She asked me.
“Just new,” I said, kneading the muscles. The angle wasn't great. “I'm not used to it.”
“Are you used to being the boss?” She asked.
“Um. Not in the bedroom, no,” I explained nervously. I thought she'd know that by now. I was such an easy get with the right people. And really easy with her. All power I had slipped away when the right person even looked at me.
There were things I wanted but I never used words to demand them. I'd ask, but, that was different.
The way Nat had taken me downstairs and taken what she wanted was so effortless. I don't know if I could be good like that. And it did take us several weeks to even start kissing out here so I obviously had no control. Or maybe just, I couldn't take from them that way. I needed it to be their choice. Even still.
Maybe they just read me well, know what I want and give it to me. I don't know.
“It's funny. I like when Nat’s the boss but I don't feel like you and I have that kind of dynamic. I can be demanding sometimes but I don't boss you. You're different and I like trying to figure you out,” she replied.
“You're good at saying what you want,” I explained. “And I like it. I wouldn't know otherwise. I like to know. It makes everything better.”
My sex ached as it rubbed against her thighs from my motions. I flexed my own thighs and felt the tips of my toes try to grasp at the carpet to help steady me as I worked on her harder.
“It's hot up here,” I sighed. “I didn't notice it before... The air must've shut off.”
“We can go somewhere else. You must be getting tired. We can always switch. I can give you a massage on the bed,” Avery suggested.
“Mmm… But you're all stiff,” I whispered.
“I know. It's this stupid deadline. I'm not sure I can make it and it's stressing me out, which makes me not able to write well,” she complained.
“I'm sorry baby,” I said. “Maybe you should ask for an extension. It can’t help your finished product to be rushed.”
I leaned into her and hugged her, resting my forearms and running my fingers up the back of her neck and into her hair as I breathed her in. “You're so wonderful,” I sighed, full with affection.
It hurt to feel so good, if only because I knew that for years I'd been denying myself this absolute bliss.
“Mmm, no you're the wonderful one.” She relaxed in the chair. “That feels so good.”
“I love you,” I whispered. I felt it so strongly inside of me. Squeezing m
yself against her body I knew I’d get weepy if I stayed against her much longer.
“Oh, baby, I love you too,” she replied.
I breathed in deeply and slid my hands across her back as I leaned back and moved to get up. “I'm gonna go cool off,” I said. “Thanks for letting me say hi. I know how busy you are.”