by A. C. Grey
Lucy began to slowly rub her fingers back and forth across her center, adding just a little pressure to her engorged clit. Just enough to tease. Her other hand found a breast, snaking up underneath her shirt to toy gently with her nipple. Lucy breathing increased as she began to grind her hips against her hand, the low, burning, all-too-familiar pressure beginning to build inside. She let out a moan, biting down on her lip as her pace increased. Inserting a finger, she began to fuck herself, imagining that it was Meg between her legs, leading her towards her climax. "Meg . . .” she rasped, intent on making it feel as though the woman who haunted her thoughts were actually there with her.
* * * * *
As they reached the door to her room, Meg thought she heard something. But Paolo didn't react, so she brushed it off. On closer inspection, it might have been the sound of the TV. She smiled and kissed Paolo on the cheek. She watched him stride away as she opened the door. She took a few moments to compose herself before entering. She was determined, despite their earlier encounter, to slow things down with Lucy. She'd barely been able to concentrate on her conversation with Paolo. Who knew what information she might have been able to get out of him, had she been fully focused. She had definitely not brought her A-game. So no more flirtation. No more touching. No kissing. No sex. She opened the door, resolved to maintain a professional distance. She had a job to do and no woman was going to get in the way of that. Not even if that woman was . . . pleasuring herself and moaning her name . . . Meg was awestruck. All resolve crumbled in seconds.
Lucy was so deep into her own pleasure that she didn't hear the door open. She didn't hear Meg enter. She didn't notice that object of her fantasies was there, in the flesh, until she was atop her, Meg's hand replacing her own. Lucy's eyes fluttered open in shock as Meg straddled her, her hand picking up where Lucy's had left off.
"Got started without me, did you?" Meg husked, her eyes darkened with lust.
"I . . . uh . . .” Lucy struggled to speak.
Meg smirked. "We can't let you have all the fun, now, can we?" With that she captured Lucy's still speechless lips in a searing kiss before breaking free long enough to remove Lucy's pajamas.
Meg's fingers continued to glide against Lucy's slick folds, building up a rhythm. Lucy gasped, her eyes closed, her lips parted, as Meg drove first one, and then two fingers inside her. She wrapped her legs around Meg's hips, eager to deepen the contact as she felt the fire within her building to a blaze.
Sensing that Lucy was close, Meg quickened the tempo, thrusting in and out of Lucy. She began to gently tease Lucy's clit, flicking her thumb across it intermittently, intent on building a crescendo of pleasure between Lucy's legs.
Lucy began to arch her hips, meeting each and every thrust of Meg's, needing so desperately to achieve blissful release. Her mind was a blur, every cell overwhelmed and entranced by the need for this woman.
Meg began kissing the sensitive skin at Lucy's neck and shoulder, before burying her nose in hrt raven locks. She began to whisper, never slowing the pace of her thrusts. "Come for me, Lucy. Right now. Moan for me. I want to hear you say my name. Fucking come. But remember. We're being listened to. So be quiet.”
The sensual tickle of Meg's breath in her ear, the seductive whisper of her dirty demands, the frenzied way her hand played across Lucy's core. It was enough to drive anyone mad. With a last few urgent thrusts, Lucy clenched her arms and legs around Meg, and fell over the edge into oblivion.
Lucy struggled to remain quiet, which had never been a problem before. But now, the only thing she wanted to do was to shout Meg's praise to the heavens. Somehow, she managed. In a hushed voice, she whispered. "Oh God. Fuck me . . . harder . . . right there . . . Meg . . . I'm commmmiiiinnng.”
The last exclamation was just a little too loud, so Meg clamped her lips onto Lucy's, silencing her cries as her body quivered and thrashed beneath her. Meg could not remember ever, ever being this turned on. As Lucy came down from her high, Meg rolled off of her, allowing Lucy time to recover. She let Lucy settle into the crook of her arm, the other draped around her waist. The throbbing, insistent need between her legs was impatient for such a recovery, but Meg knew she could wait. It wouldn't take much to send her over the edge as well. In fact, a strong breeze might even do it right about then.
Lucy's breathing finally slowed and Meg began to wonder if she'd fallen asleep. However, just as Meg thought this, Lucy rolled them over, straddling Meg's hips. Her lips were everywhere. Meg's face, her neck, her lips, her jaw.
In between kisses, Lucy muttered. "Too. Many. Clothes.” With a violent motion, she ripped the dress from Meg's body, at least one seam giving way in the process. Meg could only smile at the determined look on Lucy's face, her lack of interest in anything other than getting Meg naked . . . and fast. Once Meg was free of the offending garment, Lucy made quick work of her bra and panties, leaving Meg naked, exposed, and breathless beneath her.
Lucy swallowed hard as her eyes traveled the length of Meg's luscious body. This woman was perfection. So stunning, so beautiful, even at her most exposed, her most vulnerable. She felt the heat begin to once again build at her center, but she ignored it. Right now, it was time to repay Meg for what had been one of the most powerful climaxes of her life. Despite her dominant bravado, Lucy wasn't entirely sure that her wobbly legs would even support her, were she to have to stand at the moment. It was a good thing that what she had in mind could be done lying down.
The bemused smirk on Meg's face faded away as she saw Lucy's eyes devour her. She'd never felt so wanted, so desired, so . . . God damned horny in her entire life. Her eyes fluttered closed as Lucy's hands found their way to her breasts, cupping, kneading, teasing. Meg moaned and arched her back as Lucy's hot mouth encircled first one and then the other nipple.
Lucy worked each breast, swirling her tongue, sucking, nipping, bringing each nipple to a hard peak. Judging by the breathless gasps, Meg was enjoying the work.
Meg was dizzy with pleasure. She threaded a hand through Lucy's dark locks, holding her head in place as she suckled at her breast. Her hips began to writhe and thrust of their own accord as Lucy continued to play at her breasts.
Knowing that now was not the time for slow, drawn-out love making, Lucy released Meg's breasts and began to kiss her way down her stomach, leaving a trail of seductive, lingering kisses. She placed herself between Meg's legs and began to kiss the inside of her thighs, lightly pressing her lips against the sensitive skin there. Lucy hovered above Meg's center and looked up at Meg, whose eyes were squeezed shut in anticipation.
Noticing that Lucy had stopped, Meg opened her eyes and looked down. She gazed down into those brilliant blue eyes, which were darker, more stunning now, glazed with the unmistakable reflection of lust.
"Tell me what you want, Meg,” Lucy said in a husky whisper.
Meg struggled to find her voice. "Please . . . Lucy . . . make me come. I need you,” Meg managed.
That was all Lucy needed to hear. She plunged her tongue into Meg's drenched core, sliding it against her folds, teasing, exploring, eager to make Meg come harder than she'd ever come before.
Meg let out a muffled gasp, still aware, despite the throbbing between her legs, that she needed to be quiet. She arched her hips, meeting Lucy's mouth. "Please. Lucy. Fuck me.”
Lucy heeded Meg's pleas, and entered her with a finger, while her tongue found the sensitive bundle of nerves at Meg's core.
They worked together, hands, hips, tongue at a frenzied pace as Meg's climax quickly build. Plunging into Meg over and over again, Lucy flicked her tongue across her clit, alternating with a gentle sucking that had Meg's body screaming for release.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Meg, her body burst free, skyrocketing to completion as she shuddered and quaked under Lucy's steady touch. "Lucyyyyyyy,” was all she could manage, unable to form a coherent thought, lost in the flood of feelings, of pleasure, of comfort, of happiness, that Lucy had given her.
"You know, I'd determined that I wasn't going to do that,” Meg said. "Focus on the reason we're here.”
"Me too,” Lucy said, laughter in her eyes. "That's why I was . . . you know . . . just needed to take the edge off.”
"So much for self-control,” Meg said, laughing lightly.
Lucy smiled back and they laid there, content to just look into each other's eyes, no words spoken, for quite some time. Lucy leaned in and gave Meg a gentle kiss.
Eventually, they drifted off in each other's arms, both content and happy. But both very aware that they'd just opened up Pandora's Box. There was no going back. And both knew that their lovemaking had not cured the itch. Had not lessened the desire, the need, the craving. If anything, it had simply intensified it. And yet, they had to figure out how to cope. They had job to do. This was not just about sex. It was about saving lives.
Chapter Eleven
Lucy awoke enveloped in Meg's strong arms as the first morning light broke through the curtains. She smiled to herself as she recalled last night's activities from the safety and comfort of Meg's embrace. It had been near perfect, after all of the interruptions had ceased and they'd finally gotten down to business. She'd never felt like this. So happy, so secure, so content. It made her heart swell, until she remembered the reason she was with this incredible woman in the first place. The mission. Getting into the secrets of this compound. The lives at stake. Yes. As lovely, as perfect as she felt at that moment, neither of them could afford to get too caught up in some whirlwind romance that would probably end as soon as the mission was over. She wasn't a fool. People with jobs like Meg's didn't stay in one place long. Always on the go, meeting new people, probably sleeping with them, chasing that next bad guy, that next adrenaline high. That type of person was not the type to settle down. So no getting attached. Maybe have a little fun, if it didn't get in the way of the mission. But nothing more. Lucy couldn't help but feel as though it was already too late. She already had feelings for this woman. She was already falling. And she, that Navy Seal, and the free world, couldn't afford for that to happen.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Meg's voice was a sudden and very welcome interruption to her private thoughts. Lucy shivered as Meg's lips began to lightly graze across the nape of her neck.
Lucy snuggled back further into Meg's arms as she pondered what to say. She wanted to tell Meg exactly what she was feeling – excited, content, happy, confused. But this was new. So she needed be cautious. Finally, she responded in a whisper, aware that they might have an audience. "Nothing much. Just about how awesome last night was, once we got all those interruptions out of the way. And how I wished things weren't so complicated, so I could keep you in bed all day.”
Meg chuckled and grinned into Lucy's hair. Complicated didn't begin to describe it. She knew that whatever was between them was probably just a fling. Just lust born out of boredom and, at least on her part, a serious lack of bedroom action for quite some time. It was just a way to pass some time, relieve some stress. Even so, she couldn't ignore the fluttery dance her heart did every time she saw, or even thought about Lucy. She knew it was absurd. They barely knew each other.
Meg distracted herself by playing with Lucy's hair, twirling the dark brown, almost black strands around her fingers. Normally she was very good at separating her emotions from her sexual needs. With a job like hers, there wasn't a lot of room for close personal relationships. The less she cared, the less risk that an enemy could exploit her feelings. Deep down, Meg longed for love. She was the type who wore her heart on her sleeve, but as a spy, she'd had to learn to contain that part of herself. And she'd convinced herself that right now, love was nothing more than a weakness, a risk she couldn't take.
Meg rolled over so that she was atop Lucy, determined to push her troubling thoughts aside. She captured Lucy's lips and quickly deepened the kiss. Lucy reached up and tangled her hands in Meg's golden locks. Lucy then slipped her hands beneath Meg's top, needing desperately to touch her, to feel her bare skin.
Meg struggled to maintain her focus. She hadn't intended to do anything more than give Lucy a quick peck on the lips. However, the moment she'd come in contact with those sweet, supple lips, felt Lucy's body pressed against her own, all rational thought fled her mind. Somehow, after a few indulgent moments, Meg managed to gather her last ounce of self-control. She pulled back, kissed Lucy on the nose, and rolled off of her and out of bed. "A lazy day in bed would be nice, but we've got to go get our stuff. And then check out the club. Busy day,” Meg said with a wink.
Lucy crossed her arms and let out a big sigh. "Tease,” she muttered under her breath before getting up. Meg laughed, silently musing that Lucy wasn't the only one she'd just gotten all worked up for nothing.
After readying themselves, perhaps taking a little longer to undress and dress than was strictly necessary, they headed downstairs. Surprisingly, they saw Pete, looking bored, lounging in a chair in the lobby. When he noticed them, he stood.
"So I'm taking you to get your stuff. Let's go,” he said, turning towards the exit.
They nodded and followed him. "Well, isn't he cheery this morning,” Meg whispered to Lucy.
Lucy laughed. "He's just upset that he didn't get his three-way with the lesbians last night. He'll get over it.”
They followed him in silence, climbing back into the decrepit pick up truck that had brought them there.
The first few minutes of the ride were quiet, no one eager to be the first to break the ice. There were no pretenses this time, no denial of their feelings, no unspoken tension. Meg reached over and took Lucy's hand in hers.
Lucy smiled to herself as she savored the safe, content feeling that holding Meg's hand brought to her. Just a small simple gesture like that made her warm and happy all over.
Meg couldn't believe how wonderful the feel of Lucy's soft hand in hers was. She wasn't used to this. Usually, she was a woman of action. Craving the next adrenaline rush, the next chase, the next mystery. Frankly, she'd suspected that her overwhelming need for Lucy was nothing more than that – the need to chase, a delicious game of cat and mouse. She'd expected that once she'd actually captured her prey, actually slept with Lucy, the desire, the all-encompassing pull towards the woman would fade. That was usually how she operated. But despite their searing, scorching, mind-blowing encounter of the night before, her flames of passion had not died down. In fact, they'd done nothing but continue to grow. Yes, she, Meg Murphy, normally the love 'em and leave 'em type, was over the moon because she was holding a girl's hand. She was a goner. Meg's heart nearly stopped as Lucy leaned over and put her head on her shoulder. The gesture, one of comfort and trust, made Meg's heart melt just a little more. Needing to distract herself, unable to admit to herself that maybe there was something more between them than lust, Meg spoke.
"So . . . uh. Thanks, Pete,” Meg said tentatively. She wasn't sure if the truck was a safe place to talk or not, so she left it to him to broach any more sensitive topics.
He shrugged. "It's fine. I figured I owed you. You know, after leaving you guys with that jackass.”
"So you don't like him?" Lucy chimed in.
"Hell no,” Pete said. "He's an asshole and he's creepy. There's definitely something off about that dude and his friends. I got in a tight spot and made the mistake of borrowing some money from him. Now I'm stuck as his glorified errand boy until I pay off the debt.”
"And if you don't do as he asks?" Lucy inquired.
"I don't have much choice. Have you seen all those goons he has working for him? Dude is dangerous,” Pete said.
You have no idea, Meg thought to herself. "Well, anyway. Thanks. I'm sure we can handle ourselves.”
"You may think that, but be careful. I know they treat their chicks r
ight, but keep an eye out. There's something weird going down at that club.”
"What do you mean by weird?" Meg asked.
"They run that joint like a maximum security prison, not a country club. And there's always a ton of extra traffic out there about once a month. Big trucks. Things that you wouldn't see at club like that.”
"What if they're just getting deliveries?" Meg asked, silently making a note keep an eye out for those trucks.
"Maybe. But I'm telling you. That place is sketchy. They’re probably smuggling drugs or something. Are you sure you want to go back? I'm willing to take the blame if you want to, you know, escape or something. Wouldn't be the first time it's happened. Those old dudes have a way of creeping chicks out. They're used to a few runners now and then.”
"Thanks for the offer, Pete, but we're fine,” Meg replied.