by TJ Dallas
She backed into the bathroom wall and settled her arms around my neck. She let out a wanting moan as my tongue explored her mouth, and I stretched a hand up her back to unclip her bra. I kissed over her jaw and down her throat as I threw it to the floor, both hands finding her breasts. They were bigger, and I wondered how I hadn’t noticed before.
She groaned as I squeezed, her back arching towards me. The steam from the shower was filling the room, and I breathed deeper, kissing a slow and tantalising trail up her throat.
I stopped millimetres from her lips, and she stepped closer with a grin, lust dancing in her eyes. I held out my hand and tugged her towards the shower. I hadn’t yet removed my joggers, but I didn’t care. I stood aside to let her in and stepped straight in behind her.
She tried to turn to face me, but I seized both of her wrists and placed her palms flat against the shower wall.
The water cascaded over her flawless skin, steam rising as it soaked her through. I admired her for several seconds, up against the wall, water dripping down her body and rinsing away the dirt and grease.
I lathered my hands in shower gel, caressing every inch of bare skin I could find, helping to eradicate the grime. She sighed, but she didn’t grumble when my hands gently massaged her belly. I still couldn’t believe she was carrying a baby and had been for months with none of us knowing. My chest tightened again, and my heart started beating faster as I pressed my lips against her back.
I pulled away from her stomach. She didn’t want to be reminded, and I’d try my best to ignore it. I wasn’t sure how successful I’d be. The curve of her body couldn’t be any more feminine; the thought of that tiny person nestled deep in her womb made my core ache, but I couldn’t explain why. She was more vulnerable, and I suddenly longed to protect her, to protect them both.
“Stop it, Emilia,” she whispered. “As chivalrous as that is, I don’t need protecting. I need to be fucked. Don’t make me say please again.”
I twisted her hair through my fingers at the same time I smacked her arse cheek, and she groaned. She nodded, and I knew the corners of her lip had pulled up in a small smile.
Slipping my hand between her legs, I swirled a finger around her entrance, through her slick folds, and then around her clit. She was incredibly wet. I knew she wanted me, needed me inside her, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not yet; I didn’t want this to end too soon. Up against the wall, she was marvellous, and I wanted to play with her, tease her, make her beg. Maybe I will get her to say please again, I thought.
Don’t you dare.
Why not? We both know I’m stronger than you, and there isn’t anything you’d be able to do about it, sexy. I’m not your little slut today.
I cupped her breast and pinched her nipple as my other hand drew lazy circles around her clitoris, swelling under my fingertips. She let out a soft moan, spreading her legs wider, her hands sliding down the wall as she pushed back towards me. My own clit tingled.
I longed to be inside her, but I was resisting. I would resist for as long as I could, delaying that gut-wrenchingly good feeling of her pussy clenching around my fingers and her screams echoing around the shower, for as long as I damn well could. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist for long.
I advanced closer, the fabric of my joggers causing friction against me as I bucked my hips, pressing tight to the back of her legs. I wasn’t wearing my strap-on today, so I’d need to make do with two good hands. I doubted she’d complain.
My hands slid the length of her torso, her skin smooth under my touch. She was almost spotless again, barely the slightest hint of engine oil on her, and she smelled sweeter, more innocent. I groaned as I realised just how infatuated I was. Was this the real reason I’d avoided her?
“Hurry up and do something,” she hissed, breaking the trance. I grinned again, caressing the curve of her buttocks. She will beg soon.
“Don’t count on it,” she muttered.
“Oh, I already am, sexy.”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe later, once I’ve finished fucking you.”
She growled, and I was willing to bet she was holding back a snarl. Her head dropped forward, her chest heaving, her pussy soaked. I circled her clit again.
Her hand suddenly left the wall to rest on the side of her belly, and I abruptly fought back the urge to place my hand over hers. I held my breath and waited. She’d tell me if something was wrong.
She exhaled, replacing her hand on the wall. “Please,” she whispered.
Adrenaline shot through me, and my heart pounded in my chest as I slipped three fingers deep inside her. She gasped, a guttural groan escaped her throat, and she came up onto the balls of her feet as I thrust in and out of her slick entrance, her wetness coating my fingers. My other hand slipped around her waist to rub her clit, and I briefly wondered how I’d hold her up if her legs buckled.
I fucked her hard, as promised. I grazed my teeth along the hot, wet skin on her back.
Barely a minute later, she screamed, pushing her hips back against my hand, and her pussy flooded again, tightening around my fingers. Her body shook as she rode every wave of her orgasm right through, never relenting and never silencing for several intense minutes, every crash of pleasure through her core helping her forget.
She shuddered, leaning her forehead against the wall. I pressed myself against her, longing to put my arms around her, but having nowhere other than her stomach to place them. I was trying ever so hard not to do that. I settled my hands on her hips and stood watching her as she caught her breath.
She turned around, looking up to the shower head and letting the water spray onto her face for a few seconds before pulling out and shaking the wet hair from her eyes. She looked at me, and my stomach tightened as I met her gaze. I couldn’t say anything. What the fuck was wrong with me right now?
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her towards me, the curve of her abdomen nestling against my stomach. I lifted my chin and pressed my lips against hers as I directed her back against the wall. I sensed her confusion.
I took her hand and motioned her down as I dropped to my knees. She slid down the wall, remaining on the balls of her feet, her hips spreading wider. A lump caught in my throat, and I bit my lip again. She rested her wrists on her knees, her chest still heaving.
Kneeling in front of her, my thumb found her clit as I slipped a finger inside her. She smiled tiredly as my other hand rested on the back of her neck, pulling her closer so I could lose myself in another deep, erotic kiss.
I was gentle yet consistent, and soon she was gritting her teeth again, panting between moans. My eyes lit up as I watched another climax take over. I could watch her face this time, and I found that I couldn’t drag my eyes away from her as she threw her head back. Every sensual sound from her throat was incredible.
In that moment, I wanted to claim her. I wanted her in my bed. I wanted to make her breakfast. I wanted to kiss her forehead as that baby suckled at her breast. I wanted to hold her tight to my torso and tell her everything would be OK.
I frowned, tightening my jaw. What was so special about Althea, anyway?
Harry’s eyes flew open.
Shit. I could taste metal on the back of my tongue as I swallowed. Madison was nearby.
I shook my head, willing the envy away. I hadn’t noticed it rising inside me as Maddy got closer, but the sharp look in Harry’s eyes had brought me back to reality. I hadn’t noticed how obsessed I’d become in just a few short minutes. Although I knew I couldn’t blame Maddy for all of it. Harry was outrageously sexy right now, and I was willing to bet there wasn’t a lesbian alive who didn’t want to do what I’d just done. I shook my head again with a groan.
I’d forgotten that I’d agreed to have lunch with Madison, and no doubt she was furious at being stood up. I looked back. Harry was exhausted, her head resting against the sh
ower wall. I pulled her up and stepped out of the shower, passing her a towel.
Her eyes darkened and flickered towards my front door as she dried herself off, and I knew she sensed Madison’s approach too. Why did Harry suddenly feel like a secret mistress that I was hiding from my wife?
Her eyebrows raised, and I blushed. Everyone knew Madison was infertile, and she’d been envious enough when Georgia was pregnant. She couldn’t find out about Harry; she just couldn’t. The rest of us knew Harry was putting the baby up for adoption, and if Madison knew she’d been able to conceive a child and given it away, all hell would break loose. I’d barely pulled on dry jeans before there was a loud knock at the door.
“What’s the plan?” Harry asked, dropping her T-shirt over her head.
“I don’t know; give me a minute.”
She stood, one hand on her hip for what felt like forever but was barely twenty seconds. The door rattled again, and I heard Madison shouting my name through the front door. My heart raced.
“You’re loving her anger, aren’t you?” Harry smirked, and I blushed again. Yes, I was loving that anger. I felt it tightening my chest, adrenaline shooting through my veins.
“Tell you what; I’ll leave you to release your tension,” Harry said. “And I’ll just walk past her. You can’t see anything under this T-shirt, right?”
I looked again, narrowing my eyes. She waited as I examined her body, circling to inspect from different angles. Is her bump noticeable, or is it just because I’m searching for it? I eventually shook my head; it really was invisible.
“Good.” She planted a quick peck on my lips before she headed towards the door. Another loud knock, and she yanked it open.
Madison froze, her eyes wide. She hadn’t been expecting Harry, and she shrank back against the wall, averting her gaze.
I swallowed, the tension in the corridor increasing a thousand-fold. Harry glared at her as she walked past, daring her to say a single word, but Madison knew better. I held the door, a blush on my cheeks as Maddy came in, and I watched Harry disappear down the stairs with an inexplicable yearning in my core.
26
Emilia
I stifled a sigh as I followed Maddy into the living room. She turned to face me, crossing her arms in front of her chest, a vicious glint in her green eyes as she growled, “Now I know why you stood me up. Is Harry worth more of your attention than I am?”
“No, Maddy, I lost track of time. It won’t happen again.”
“It better fucking not. Don’t throw me aside when you feel someone better comes along.”
“It’s not like that, I—”
“I don’t want to hear any excuses.”
She marched past me, and I grabbed her wrist.
“Let go, Emilia.” She squirmed out of my grasp and yanked on the door handle. I put my hand on the door, barring it before she could leave.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest again, staring me down. I felt a swirl of emotions inside her: jealousy that I’d spent my time with Harry instead of her and anger rising, bubbling in her core. I exhaled, trying to calm my quickening pulse.
“Calm down, Maddy. Harry needed help with something; that’s all.”
“Is that why the buttons on your jeans are undone?”
Shit! I glanced down, hurriedly fastening them together. I couldn’t hide the flush on my neck, and Madison rolled her eyes. I ran a hand through my hair, forgetting that it was still wet from the shower. There was an awkward silence.
My stomach knotted, and I stared at the floor, trying to think of anything to say. I didn’t want her to hate me. No one else understood Madison, but I understood her better than most. We had more in common than the rest because we both stood for qualities that were deemed undesirable. Wrath and Envy are the cause of shattered friendships, relationships, and family ties. No one leaves their partner because they ate too much or slept too long. But jealousy leads to anger; we were a team, rejoicing in those intense emotions together. I sighed.
“I’m sorry, Maddy. Can you forgive me?” I pulled out a cheeky grin.
She stayed quiet, gnawing her lip as she studied me. I waited, my heart thumping behind my ribs.
“I don’t have much choice, do I?” She finally uncrossed her arms. “No one else puts up with me.”
I heard the unspoken despair in her voice. No one wanted Madison around because she couldn’t control her power, and no one would hang around long enough for her to make friends. She was lonely, especially after she’d been shunned by the others for the part she’d played in Lara’s attempted suicide. I knew she felt dreadful about what had transpired, but no one would allow her long enough to work up the courage to apologise.
I held out my hand and pulled her towards me. She bundled her arms around my neck, and I held her tight to my body, wishing I could somehow persuade the others to forgive her.
I leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “Fancy a workout?”
She couldn’t hide a small giggle, and my heart fluttered.
“All right, but not because you want to. I still want to punch you.”
“Do you think you can?” I teased, exhaling heavily as her fist connected with my stomach. “Ow, OK. Touché.”
She grinned, pulling out of my arms. Her long dark hair was in her usual messy bun, and I loosened it. I ruffled the back of her neck, the strands falling through my fingers. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to hers. An idea appeared in the forefront of my mind, something that might cheer her up.
“Kneel,” I purred, and she didn’t hesitate to drop to her knees. She ran her hands up the front of my denim-clad thighs, her touch grazing my groin. She frowned when she couldn’t feel my strap-on.
It was rare that I didn’t wear it, but Harry had caught me on one of those odd days, and I found I was willing to share myself with Maddy. She looked up from her position in front of me, and I forced down the redness on my cheeks.
Thankfully, she said nothing, but her hands found the buttons on my jeans, and she ripped them apart, tugging from the waistband. I hadn’t had time to put boxers on after the shower, and Maddy’s eyes widened as she took in the sight. I stood still, trying not to retreat. I always felt naked when I wasn’t packing, and I knew Madison sensed it.
I could only remove one ankle from my jeans on the floor before I gasped, her mouth already on my pussy. I groaned, widening my stance for balance, resting my hand on the back of her head. Adrenaline fired through my chest. It was generally only Harry I allowed to taste me, my arousal inevitable as she called me her little slut. I’d been exceptionally drunk when I’d told her that secret, my ultimate fantasy, but she’d kept her promise and hadn’t declared a word to the others.
I groaned again, Maddy reining in my awareness. Her tongue swirled between my folds, my clit swelling and my pussy flooding. I thrust my hips against her mouth, the feel of her tender without the familiar rubber between us. A shiver shot up my spine as I stumbled back, almost losing my balance as a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I gasped.
Madison stood up, a longing in her eyes. She placed a hand to my chest and directed me backward, the glass wall of my living room stopping me. She knelt again, taking me in her mouth. I rested my head back against the glass, trying not to think about the whole of Edinburgh seeing my bare arse.
A low groan started building in my throat, and I discovered my hand in Maddy’s hair, pulling her tight towards me. She moaned, slicking her fingers inside me, a delightful vibration through her lips, nudging me closer.
Uhhh! I squeezed my eyes shut as I came, a guttural groan rumbling in my chest as my orgasm shattered. My abdomen tensed, Maddy’s hands gripped my arse to hold me steady, and my fist clenched in her hair. I forced my eyes open, watching her lapping at my entrance, swallowing my arousal, and another crescendo of ecstasy fired through me.
She slowed, nursing my
clit as I tried to draw air into my lungs. I closed my eyes, savouring her gentle lips, but they disappeared too soon.
Before I could open my eyes, her hands were on either side of my face, kissing me hard. My heart hadn’t yet steadied, but it raced again as her tongue slipped inside. She let out a weak moan against my mouth as I cupped her breasts through her blouse.
I hoisted her legs around my waist, never breaking the kiss. I kneeled, arranging her on the floor and pressing between her legs as I savoured my taste on her tongue. I fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, but I got impatient, choosing to rip the damn thing off instead. I jerked her bra downward from her breasts, too enthralled to bother finding the clasp at the back.
She arched towards me as I broke the kiss, lowering my head to take her nipple in my mouth. She moaned, her hands gripping my biceps as I held myself above her. I didn’t have to rip any more clothing in my haste. I slipped my hands under her skirt, only just able to move her thong to one side before I penetrated her.
Her upper back raised from the floor as I drove deeper, my fingertips searching for her G-spot. I pushed another finger inside, her wetness coating my skin and producing another rumble in my chest as she threw her head back.
No one could have stopped me; I was lost, buried inside her. I fucked her fast, her hips writhing and her ankles behind my back.
I watched her as she climaxed, her lips parting as a high-pitched scream resounded around my living room, and her pussy clenched hard around my fingers. Her chest flushed, and her mouth opened as she screamed again.
When she trembled to a stop, I lay on top of her, my head on her chest as I gently pulled out. She tightened her legs around me, breathing hard. We stayed quiet for several long minutes, coming back to reality.
A wave of dizziness engulfed me when I stood up. I grinned, holding out my hand to help her. She took it, stumbling as she found her own two feet.
“Was that workout for your benefit or mine?” she asked, chuckling, and I blushed again. “Either way, I don’t care. You taste incredible.”