Les Tales

by Nikki Rashan Skyy

  She sighed into Kai’s mouth, her tongue tentatively exploring the hot space as cool hands crept to the tops of her thighs, merely resting there as Chloe explored her mouth, licked the tongue that met hers with growing passion. She melted as Kai kissed her back, arousal like summer honey between her thighs, her nipples tingling against her dress.

  Chloe lifted her head. “I want this,” she said. “This once.” She reached for the buttons of Kai’s shirt.

  “Chloe, no.” The other woman’s lids drooped heavily over her eyes, and her lips were red and swollen from their kisses.

  “Yes.” Chloe grabbed Kai’s hand and shoved it under her dress, between her thighs. “Yes.”

  A rumbling growl left Kai’s throat. Her fingers began moving of their own accord, teasing Chloe’s wetness, stroking her clit. Chloe bit her lip and shivered in reaction. She grabbed the bodice of her dress and pulled it down, spilling her breasts into the warm air of the apartment. Kai moaned again, a tortured sound, and latched a hot mouth onto Chloe’s nipple.

  “Yes, Kai. Yes . . .”

  Chloe’s hips moved as the hand played between her thighs, effortlessly finding the source of her pleasure, touching her with long and sure strokes, while a tongue licked her nipple, flicked it, circled the turgid point with warmth, until all Chloe could do was cry out Kai’s name. She shuddered in orgasm and sagged against her lover.

  But Kai’s fingers still moved over her clit. They skated down to delve inside her wetness, stroking her deeply, inciting pleasure once again. Chloe hissed. She wanted to ride those fingers until she found bliss again, but there was something she wanted even more. She tipped her hips back, moving away until Kai’s fingers slid wetly from her pussy. She shuddered.

  Chloe slipped off her lover’s lap and dropped to her knees between the spread thighs. She undid the belt, the pants, and yanked down the surprising black thong to latch her mouth onto Kai’s clit. She was wet. The thong was soaked. Her clit was already rising up to meet Chloe’s mouth.

  “Fuck!” Kai’s hands clenched her hair. “Baby, don’t. . . .” But even as she was saying she didn’t want it, her hips were moving, her pussy heading toward Chloe’s mouth for more. She tasted fresh. The heat and wetness Chloe had expected, but there was a sweet scent of spice, as if she had rubbed her entire body down with the oil she used on her hair. Spicy wet cunt.

  Kai’s breath heaved. She panted Chloe’s name.

  “Fuck, baby. . . .”

  Tingling arousal dripped between Chloe’s legs at the sound of her name on Kai’s lips. Moaning, she slipped her tongue down for more wetness from the drenched pussy, clenching her hands on the muscled thighs, which tightened and released with each stroke.

  She’d waited her entire adult life to be here, on her knees for Kai, her skin aflame with sensation and lust. She was in shock that she was actually getting to taste Kai, getting to fuck her with her tongue, getting to feel the slippery heat of her pussy against her mouth, hear her groaning breaths. But her body knew what to do.

  Her tongue fluttered at Kai’s moist opening, licking the delicate gate to her pleasure, while her thumb caressed the slippery clit. Her lover shuddered. She hissed and gripped Chloe’s hair, yanking her tight into her cunt, pulling Chloe’s tongue deep into her wet heat.

  Arousal gushed over Chloe’s tongue. Kai gasped and thrust her pussy against her mouth, fingers tightly clenching the hair at Chloe’s nape. Chloe gasped from the pain but did not stop the movement of her tongue, did not pull her thumb away from Kai’s thickening clit.

  She looked up and saw the most beautiful sight of all: Kai with her head thrown back, lips parted, hands fighting to push aside the buttons of her dress shirt. Then she gave up the fight, yanking the cotton until the buttons flew across the room. She made a sound of relief, yanked up her bra to touch her breasts and stroke her own nipples.

  “Chloe. You’re driving me crazy!” she gasped. “I’m losing my mind over you.”

  She tugged on her nipples as Chloe slid her long tongue deep inside the heated wetness, sucked the swollen clit, undulating her tongue, until Kai was crying out her name and shivering. Her juices dripped down Chloe’s chin.

  “It’s okay,” Chloe whispered against the quivering flesh. “I’ve got you.”

  She held her mouth against Kai’s pussy but did not release her.

  More.

  She wanted so much more.

  Her body hovered on the edge of orgasm, wickedly close to achieving its ecstasy just from Kai’s taste alone. She started moving her tongue again. But Kai fisted a hand in her hair and gently forced her head up. She dragged Chloe back into her lap, kissing her all the while, heat and sensation and a glorious explosion of lust between them. She unzipped Chloe’s dress, tugged it completely off her body while they kissed, their moans rising urgently in the room. Then Kai’s hands were on her bare breasts, squeezing her nipples, circling them with her thumbs.

  She pulled her damp mouth from Chloe’s. “I didn’t get to do this last time. But I need it now.”

  She lay Chloe back against the leather ottoman with her feet braced wide against the couch. Something cold, like a glass paperweight, pressed into Chloe’s bare shoulder. A pencil poked her in the side, and her head hung down on the other side of the ottoman. But Chloe didn’t care.

  Her thighs were spread, her ass hovered over empty space, and her pussy was bare to Kai’s gaze. Candlelight flickered around them as Kai licked her lips, then leaned forward to blow against her pussy. She trembled at the cool breath. Then the hot tongue lazily licked her clitoris, a slow and languorous dance that pulled at Chloe’s hips, inclined them toward Kai’s mouth for more of that expert touch, the mere brush of tongue a tease and a torture and a pleasure. She felt so open. Her body was so decadently stretched. Chloe opened her eyes to see the room upside down. Candles burning, the lights of the city. Her past life blowing away like ashes under a cleansing flame.

  Jesus . . .

  Her hips pushed into the air, toward Kai’s mouth, while her thighs spread wider and her body stretched more.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Kai murmured against her wetness. “You taste what I imagine heaven is like.”

  Then she slid her tongue inside Chloe. Fullness. The slurping of juices as Kai tongue fucked her, her nose stimulating her clit, her body quickening even more.

  “Oh! God!”

  Kai gripped Chloe’s hips, feasting on her pussy. They both moaned at each stroke of Kai’s tongue, the sensations rising with Chloe’s gasping breaths. Sweat rippled across her skin and her belly heaved as Kai licked pleasure into her. Chloe screamed with her eyes shut tight. She clenched her fists in her own hair, crying out, thrusting her hips into Kai’s face. The tight heat soared inside her until it had no place to go but out of her pussy in a hot, gushing pinnacle of fulfillment.

  Gulping sounds. Kai swallowing her cum. Then her world spun as Kai lifted her, tenderly put her on the couch.

  “This is the last time,” Kai panted.

  “Yes.” The tears slid from Chloe’s eyes. “Okay.”

  For a moment, Kai hovered over her, indecisive. Her lips parted. “Okay,” she said. “Don’t move.”

  Chloe closed her eyes, feeling the tears rush down her cheeks, feeling like a fool for getting emotional when she was the one who had started this, the one who had wanted to fuck one last time before going her way. It had been even better than the first time, as she had gotten to touch Kai and the other woman had touch her too. Her body was still tingling in the aftermath of her orgasm, her nipples tight and ready again for Kai’s mouth. Chloe shook her head, clenching her eyes shut and turning her face into the back of the couch.

  Accept your own decision. Kai has.

  Thinking about the lifetime she would have without Kai, she felt the hopelessness begin to descend on her. But a warm kiss at the top of her foot brought her eyes flying open.

  Chloe gasped at the sight of her lover. She was crouched like a cat over her, beautifull
y naked. Her slender body was everything Chloe had ever imagined and more. Her hair was loose down to her waist; her eyes were heavy lidded in the candlelight. Her breasts were small, the nipples a deep brown and large, making Chloe’s mouth water to taste them.

  The dildo strapped to her was average size. A golden brown to match Kai’s skin, the leather straps black and gorgeous against her flesh. The intent in Kai’s eyes curled Chloe’s nails into the couch. Her pussy twitched.

  “I want to fuck you,” she murmured as she kissed her way up Chloe’s leg. “Can I do that?” Her voice rumbled against Chloe’s skin, sending shock waves of arousal through her. “If you don’t want me to, I can get rid of this. There are many other ways for us to enjoy each other.”

  “I want you to fuck me,” Chloe whispered. “Please.”

  “You never have to beg me for anything, love.” Kai kissed her thighs, delicately biting her as she nudged them apart. “Everything I have is yours. Everything.”

  Her hot breath steamed over Chloe’s clit; then her tongue slid over her with slow stroking licks. Chloe moaned and widened her legs, watching Kai’s face. Watching the way she licked her pussy, her tongue long and graceful through the thick hairs of her cunt, her mouth slurping as she found her buried treasure and sucked it into her mouth. Again. And again. The breath shivered in Chloe’s throat as the beginnings of orgasm sparked between her thighs.

  She gripped the arm of the couch behind her, arching her hips to shove her soaked cunt into Kai’s mouth. She panted and moaned as the sensation built. She cried out, clawing at the arm of the couch, and then the feeling snapped tight inside her body.

  She cried out Kai’s name as she came. In the same moment, Kai rose up and sank her dick into Chloe’s quivering cunt.

  “Oh!” Chloe gasped. “Fuck!”

  Kai’s mouth covered hers, kissing her deeply, as her hips moved between Chloe’s thighs. She was surrounded by Kai’s smell, her hair, her body, her sweat, as they slid together, a slow and intense fucking. The dick moved inside her, raking up shudders of pleasure, building an urgent sweetness deep in Chloe’s belly.

  Kai squeezed Chloe’s breasts to the rhythm of her thrusts, an easy and intense song of sex, like a drumbeat, a song Chloe had heard a million times but had never known the meaning of, until now.

  “Kai!”

  She called out her lover’s name again and again, singing it in time to the magical song weaving through her. They came together like crashing waves. A symphony of noise and movement, flesh meeting flesh, that left them both breathless and staring wide-eyed at each other.

  “Chloe.” Kai touched her damp forehead to hers. But she didn’t say anything else.

  She held on to Kai, knowing what she felt, both tenderness and regret, not that their lovemaking had happened, but that it would never get the chance to unfold again. She threaded her fingers through Kai’s locks, traced a line down her sweat-dampened back to the muscled curve of her ass.

  “Make love with me all night, Kai.” She whispered the words against her lover’s mouth. “Let’s just take tonight. Nothing else matters right now but us.”

  Kai stirred against her, lifting her head to look down into Chloe’s face with her starlit eyes. She blinked. “You are the only one who matters tonight, love. We’ll let tomorrow take care of itself.”

  She braced herself above Chloe with her palms flat against the couch. Then she began to move her hips again.

  Chapter 11

  Their night was long, a heated dance that took them from the couch to the bed to the floor, then back to the bed again. Their breaths and bodies came together over and over until the sun rose. Then, after they had taken a nap at dawn, Chloe reached for Kai, and their lovemaking began again. It was as intense as it was surprising. Kai’s stamina was more than Chloe had ever dreamed. Her inventiveness. Her patience. Her willingness to try things that Chloe had always wanted to but never had the chance.

  It was a dream of sex. Electric and never-ending, it left Chloe’s body sore but still wanting more from every angle, every surface, with every kind of touch that both of them could imagine. Now she knew what the big deal was about sex. It was amazing and magical, and she wanted to do more of it. Especially with Kai.

  But she knew that wasn’t possible. Which was why the coming of the morning, the bright 11:00 a.m. sun, found her with tears on her face.

  She opened her eyes to find herself lying sideways on the bed, her legs entangled with Kai’s, the sun pouring over them from the large windows on either side of the bed. The covers lay heavy over them, shielding their bodies from the slight chill in the air. Her lashes were heavy from her morning tears, and she felt the dried tracks of them on her cheeks as she stirred. Kai’s arms tightened around her, and she realized that the other woman had not been sleeping, had merely been holding her while she slept.

  “I don’t want today to come,” Chloe murmured, snuggling into the warm body of her lover. She felt torn in two, saturated with both sadness and sexual satisfaction.

  Kai trailed gentle fingers down her back. “But it’s here. Let’s make the most of it, no matter how it unfolds.”

  But Chloe closed her eyes, not wanting to hear that. Not now. Not after the amazing discoveries of the night. She wanted to run away with Kai. Never mind the decision she had made the day before. Now that she’d experienced the completion of their lovemaking, she wanted more. She wanted an even deeper connection. She wanted more time.

  “Baby, it’s going to be fine—”

  The sound of the doorbell cut off Kai.

  “Who is that?” Kai reached for her cell phone on the bedside table and squinted at its display. “It’s not even noon yet.”

  Chloe stretched against the sheets and pressed a kiss to Kai’s throat. “You know, some people have already done their entire day’s work by now.”

  Kai muttered something about her work just beginning and climbed from the bed. She pulled on boxer shorts and a tank top before leaving the bedroom. Chloe curled up under the sheets, her bare body sliding into the warmth Kai had left behind. In the living room, she heard Kai’s voice. Something in it made Chloe sit up and listen.

  Seconds later, Kai rushed into the bedroom, her face pinched and cold. “Get dressed. Noelle is here.”

  “What!”

  But Kai was gone again.

  Chloe jumped up from the bed, hissing silently at the rush of cold air on her skin. She grabbed the first thing she found near the bed and yanked it on. Ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face and hands. In the mirror, her face looked terrified. The hot water burned her cold hands and splashed all over the bathroom sink. Her fingers trembled as she brushed her teeth.

  Her mother? Here? Why?

  She frantically tried to remember anything about their phone call that said her mother was about to come to New York, but she remembered nothing. Only the tears and the guilt and the relief that she had decided not to say anything about her and Kai, after all. She shoved her hands through her hair, fluffing it as best she could. Her eyes were wide with panic. She stared at her reflection, trying to think of what to say to her mother, wondering if she could just stay in the bathroom until she left.

  “Chloe?”

  She flinched when her mother called her name from down the hall. Wild-eyed, she checked her reflection one last time, hoping there was nothing about her face that gave away what she had been doing all night.

  Wiping up the water she’d spilled around the sink, Chloe delayed for a few seconds more before taking a breath and leaving the bathroom. In the living room, her mother was pulling off her thin leather gloves, saying something to Kai, who had her back to Chloe. She looked elegant and chic as usual in thick black leggings, riding boots, and a sweater that came nearly to her knees. Her thick gray hair was tousled by the wind.

  “Surprise!” Her mother rushed toward her with a smile and kissed her cheeks. “I figured if you weren’t coming back to Atlanta for a while, I’d just come to you.
And I brought you some extra clothes for work. You know you never think about things like that.”

  When Chloe didn’t say anything, she drew back, narrowing her eyes at her daughter. “What are you wearing?”

  With the note of suspicion in her mother’s voice, Chloe saw her plans for avoiding the discussion about Kai go up in smoke.

  She glanced down at herself and realized she had on a pair of boxers and one of Kai’s black undershirts. The shirt, clearly too small to adequately contain Chloe’s C-cup breasts, was obviously not her own. And it was inside out.

  Shit. “Sleep clothes,” she said, unable to prevent herself from responding to her mother’s interrogating tone of voice.

  Her mother stared at Kai, who had slid the lock home on the door and stood facing the room with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked combative. And guilty.

  “Why did you come out of Kai’s bedroom?” Her mother frowned, as if she couldn’t believe she was actually asking that question.

  “Mom, I—”

  “She’s sleeping in there since I set myself up in the guest room,” Kai explained.

  Chloe squirmed as her mother narrowed her gaze at Kai once again, taking in everything about her best friend. Boxer shorts, a thin tank top with a clear imprint of her dark nipples beneath. Her bare feet, tousled hair. The constellation of hickeys on her fair-skinned neck and throat.

  Her mother’s voice went low. “Did you just lie to me?” She put her hands on her hips, staring at her best friend.

  “Noelle . . .”

  “You did. I know that look anywhere.” She turned to Chloe. “What’s going on?”

  “I’m in love with her.” Panic turned Chloe’s voice into a squeak. But at that moment she felt she had to say the words, take that leap out into open space, and hope her love for Kai would save her.