by Ronica Black
Mary stilled. Her heavy and glossed-over eyes focused.
“Did you see me?” she asked. Her voice had that post orgasmic rasp to it and her face had that ease to it, as if the whole world and all its problems had just disappeared.
“I know you saw me,” she said, confident, sexy. Fucking hot. “Here,” she said, taking Jude’s hand. “Feel.” She placed it on her upper thigh where Jude could feel the beginning of her arousal.
Jude inhaled sharply and tried to move her hand further up.
“Oh, no,” Mary said, laughing a little. “You’re supposed to watch.”
“I don’t want to,” Jude said, her voice tight with desire.
“No?”
“I want to touch you.”
“You can’t.”
Jude stiffened. What? This was her room, her world, her rules.
Mary obviously saw the dismay on her face because she took her hand and brought it to her mouth. She dipped Jude’s fingertips just inside and sucked. The sensation went directly to Jude’s clit and she had the urge to touch herself and move her hips. She had to gently pull herself from Mary’s mouth in order to keep what little control she had left.
“Don’t get upset,” Mary said, reaching out to touch her face.
“Upset is not the right word,” Jude said. She didn’t know what word would suffice, if any at all.
“I don’t want you to have to do anything. I was wrong in expecting something from you. In wanting something more—”
Jude touched her lips to silence her. She couldn’t stand hearing Mary blame herself for the feelings that coursed between them.
Mary kissed her fingers. “What you’ve given me, it’s more than anyone else ever has.”
“Don’t thank me.”
“I want to.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Yes, you did. I know it probably didn’t mean much to you—”
“Nein.” Jude touched her mouth again. “Do not say that.”
Mary moved her lips again, but Jude pressed firmer.
“Never say that.”
Mary nodded and Jude slid her hand away.
“Will you watch me?” Mary asked.
Jude clenched her jaw and nodded. How could she possibly say no?
“Sit with me,” Mary said, encouraging Jude to sit on her knees just as she was. “I need help with this one. Will you help me?”
Again, Jude nodded. Her skin was aflame with lust and she felt herself pool with wetness as Mary lubed up the small dildo and slid it into herself. She took Jude’s hand and placed it on the flat base.
“Hold it inside me as I move,” she said, switching on the massager once again. “I love this one. It feels so good. Makes me think of when you fucked me with one that first night. I saw stars. Millions and millions of—” Her breath hitched as she started to move.
“Jude,” she said. “Look at me. Look at how good it feels.”
She jerked her hips and Jude felt the shaft push against her hand. She groaned as she watched Mary gyrate into it, her surrounding flesh wet with shades of pink and red. The massager buzzed and Mary moaned, closing her eyes for long periods of time and then opening them to focus on Jude and move the massager closer to her clit.
“I always start off like this,” she said, breathless. “I move the vibrator around and around, get myself all worked up, and then I give in to myself and hold it right here.” She moved the head to her clit, dropped her other hand, and began to sway slowly. “See? Just like this.” She bit her lower lip, the pleasure obviously mounting. “And it gets really good now. Really, really good. With the shaft and the ma—”
But Jude could take no more. She cupped Mary’s jaw and dipped her head and kissed her, taking her sweet plump lips into her own, tasting and consuming. Mary seemed to melt right into her, so warm and limp and soft. Jude didn’t give her time to protest, holding her tighter and pumping the cock in and out of her, slowly at first and then quicker. Mary reacted with a tight groan and a noisy intake of breath. And then, in an instant, she was clinging to her, kissing her deeply in return.
They melded, kissing and moaning, the vibrator buzzing and the cock fucking.
She came while Jude was in her mouth, her hand clawing at Jude’s back while her entire body convulsed. Jude held her close and took in the way she felt against her, the way she smelled, the way she sounded. The way she absolutely loved to come.
Jude released Mary’s lips to taste her cheek, her neck, and the thin sheen of sweat in the dip of her collarbone. It was like breaking open a coconut on a hot, sunny, waterless island, and she couldn’t get enough of her. She licked and sucked and bit her just enough to get Mary to call out before stopping. Then she hurriedly tore open her shirt, loosened the knot, and tugged it from her arms.
Jude kissed her quickly each time she tried to speak. Next went her bra; the black lace was very sexy indeed, but Jude wanted no part of it and tossed it across the room. Mary’s breasts were pert and moist with sweat, the nipples somewhere between firm and soft, and she made herself wait before taking them into her mouth.
“Lie down,” Jude said, so close to her mouth she could sneak out her tongue for a taste. Their eyes locked and Jude saw exactly what Mary must be seeing in her. A want so intense no one else in the world could comprehend.
Mary eased back onto her behind, but she went no further.
“Make me,” she said.
Jude hissed with dangerous desire and pressed her hand to Mary’s sternum, forcing her to her back. Mary tried to come up, but Jude straddled her hips and held her down.
“You’re going to have to hold me down,” Mary said. “Did you hear me? I want you to hold me down while you take me.”
Jude held her wrists like she’d done in her office. Held them tightly above her head. She kissed her again, long and deep and with more demand. Mary kissed her too, aggressively, trying to hold Jude’s lips with her own. Her eager participation only made Jude hotter, and she rose, released her wrists, and tore off her own shirt.
“Yes,” Mary said. “Fucking take it all off.”
She tried to help Jude with her bra, but Jude pushed her away.
“No.”
“I want to see them,” Mary said perched on her elbows. “Now.”
Jude laughed a little, nervous but intrigued. “I have created a monster.”
Mary only grinned that wicked grin, the one that would no doubt haunt Jude for days. “I can’t help what I want.”
Mary tried to touch her again, and Jude pinned her with one hand.
“I said no.”
When she released her and straightened her back, Mary obeyed. She watched as Jude unlatched her bra and trailed it up her chest, then she tossed it aside and grabbed Mary’s hands.
“You want to feel me?” Jude asked.
“Yes.”
“How badly?”
“Very badly. So badly I’ve dreamt of it.”
Jude placed Mary’s warm hands on her breasts and they both breathed deeply. Jude leaned down and kissed her, slipping her tongue along her lips and then plunging deep inside. Mary groaned and squeezed her breasts, her thumbs grazing her awakening nipples. Jude bit Mary’s lower lip softly in response and whispered in her ear.
“You dream about me, Mary?”
“Yes.”
Jude closed her eyes and sat up. Mary’s hands continued, her fingers playing across her nipples and caressing the underside of her breasts.
“I’ve dreamt of this,” Mary said. “You on me like this. In my hands. Your face…”
Jude opened her eyes.
“Just like that,” Mary said.
Jude began to rock against her, her own clit dangerously engorged and ready to burst.
“Have you dreamt of me?” Mary asked.
Jude stilled.
Mary stopped her hands and Jude saw a hint of panic in her eyes.
“You want to know?”
“Yes.”
Jude leaned do
wn. “You cannot know.”
“But—”
Jude crawled from her and stood. She unfastened her pants and pulled them off along with her panties. She couldn’t tell Mary the truth. That she did have dreams about her, almost every night. But what was more stirring was the encounter they were having now. It was like a fantasy, Mary literally the lover of her dreams. The things she said, the way she reacted, the way she wasn’t afraid, and yet she was still so naïve.
She hurried to her dresser and retrieved her own cock, the one she used on no one else. It had been a while; she used it only when she could no longer resist the temptation to climax. Most never saw her insert it into herself, but tonight she wanted to use it and she wanted Mary to see.
Mary sat on the bed waiting and watching in silence. Jude appreciated her dropping the topic, and it allowed her to concentrate only on the moment. Mary was there to fuck and they both wanted it. She knew there was more, that there were growing feelings and something else that was wild and untamed, but it didn’t matter. Nothing could stop her now. She had to have her.
She could only hope Mary meant what she said about wanting nothing more.
Jude returned to the bed and gently shoved Mary back down as she grinned.
“What’s this?” she asked when Jude handed her the cock.
“Hold it.” She grabbed the lube and squirted it onto the shaft. “Rub it on,” she said, showing Mary how. As Mary worked the lube on, Jude retrieved Mary’s small cock and readied it. Mary watched with wonder, her eyes full of excited curiosity. But she knew better than to ask questions.
“Now,” Jude said, holding Mary’s cock. “Spread your legs.”
Mary obeyed and opened herself up. Jude traced her fingers along her wet thighs and purred.
“So wet, Mary.” She rubbed her fingers in her slick folds and slid them easily into her opening. “And so ready.” Mary tensed around her, and Jude was tempted to play with her some, but her own loins were demanding immediate attention. “Easy,” Jude said, bringing the cock to her hole and slowly sliding it inside.
Mary held her breath and Jude went carefully, loving how tight she still was.
“Okay,” Mary said and then visibly relaxed.
Jude pumped her a little and she nearly groaned as Mary gripped her arms and came up off the bed. She was ready.
Jude straddled her leg and instructed her softly. “Slide it inside me.”
Mary didn’t hesitate, bringing the cock to her at once. Jude angled it correctly and placed her hand over Mary’s. She groaned heavily as it slid inside and filled her completely. Her hips began to sway and she stared down at Mary, loving the look she saw on her face. She bucked and groaned and licked her lips.
“You are fucking me, Mary. Yes, you are.” She quickened her hips. “I am anchored to you.” Her words were turning them both on and she touched Mary’s heated cheek and bent to kiss her. Their tongues swirled and they both moaned, caught up in erotic bliss. Jude straightened and pumped Mary with her cock as she continued to ride hers.
“Feels so good,” Mary said.
“Yes.”
“Fucking. We are fucking.”
“Yes.”
“Oh God, we are fucking.”
“Yes.”
“You’re riding me. Fucking my leg. You’re so beautiful.” She reached up, touched Jude’s face, and trailed her fingers down to her tight abdomen. “So incredibly sexy.” She touched her face again as her own melted with obvious pleasure.
“Jude.”
“Yes.”
“Jude.”
“Yes.”
“Oh God, Jude!”
“Yes, yes.” Jude watched her face, her sweet, sweet face as she came. And then she clenched her eyes closed as her own orgasm overtook her, sending her hips into overdrive and her mind and heart into blood-pounding, pleasurable bliss. She’d never come like this before at Conquest. She’d never let herself go like this, fucking at the sheer mercy of another.
It had been a long time. A long, long time.
But God it was good. Insanely fucking wonderful.
And it was Mary. Mary Mary Mary.
“Ah.” Her voice hitched as she rode out the last of it, her fingers intertwined with Mary’s.
“Jude.” Mary whispered her name as she stared at her with glossy eyes. Her body pushed the cock against Jude’s hand as she eased it away. It caused Mary to sigh and her pelvis pumped once involuntarily.
“I feel full with fire all the way up, but…”
“But what?” Jude’s voice gave away her rising emotion. She had to struggle not to look away.
“I feel empty without you in me.”
Jude cleared her throat and shifted, swinging herself off the cock and off Mary. She sat at the edge of the bed and tried to get control of herself. She didn’t know why her sudden emotions surprised her. She was the one who’d allowed this to happen. She was the one who’d told Mary to slide the cock up in her and fuck her. She was the one who’d looked into her eyes and come with her.
Fuck.
She held her head in her hands for a few seconds before she realized she was doing it. She stood as Mary noticed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Did you enjoy that?”
She busied herself cleaning the cock and putting it away. As she closed the dresser drawer she answered. “Yes.” She heard Mary take in a deep breath.
“I did too. More than I can say or should say.”
“Then don’t.”
There was silence. Jude couldn’t yet face her. She knew the look she’d see in Mary’s eyes, and it would penetrate her already failing defenses just like it always did.
“Okay. I won’t.”
More silence. Jude stood very still, running her fingertips in a repeating circular pattern along the dresser top. She didn’t know what to say. Didn’t trust herself to say anything. She’d come with her. Collided with her on a mental plane of monumental meaning and emotion. And even though she was doing her damndest to hide it, her insides could tell no lies. They were thrumming and sizzling and melting into one another in a dance of freedom and new connections. A part of her wanted to scream in revelation while another part of her wanted to run far and fast, never to experience such feelings again.
“Jude?”
This was it. A decision was going to be placed before her. The gauntlet was going to come down along with the guillotine and slice this in two. Which side would she take?
“Yes?”
“Do you want me to leave now?”
The cut was quick and precise. Two halves fell open and stared up at her. The decision came, riding cloaked and hidden among her emotions. It voiced itself before her rational and fearful side could defend itself.
“No.”
Mary exhaled in obvious relief, but she seemed to sense Jude’s continued guarded mood.
“Can I touch you?”
“No.”
“With my mouth?”
“No.”
More silence.
“What would you like to do then?”
Jude fought trembling as she breathed deeply. The answer came quickly again though she didn’t know where from.
“I want to make you come again. With my mouth.”
“Do you want to do that as badly as I want to do it to you?”
“Yes.”
“How can you be sure?”
Jude turned, the fiery desire she had for Mary returning in an instant, heating and beating beneath her skin. “Because I have tasted you. I have felt your flesh swell and tremble in my mouth. I have swallowed the hot slickness of your desire as it pulsed out of you. I have had it. I have had you. And I want it again.”
Mary blinked rapidly as if the words were so heavy and powerful she couldn’t quite allow them entry all at once. When they did seem to sink in, she had the look of a woman fulfilled and yet hungry for more. She moved eagerly to the foot of the bed where she stacked the pillows behind
her back.
“Come here,” she said. “Sit.” She pointed to the floor. “On your knees.”
Jude didn’t move, the loss of control messing with her head again.
“Why?”
“Do it and find out.” Mary scooted to the edge of the bed and spread her legs. She looked at Jude expectantly and trailed her fingertips along her wet flesh, carefully avoiding her most sensitive spot.
Jude found herself moving, falling to her knees. It was defeat at its sweetest and most rewarding. She groaned at the pain of it as well as at the heaven that lay before her.
“There,” Mary said leaning back a little. She was propped up on the pillows and still able to see Jude. Her fingers sank deeper into her folds and began circling her clit.
“Do you want to touch it?” she breathed. “Because, God, I want you to.”
Jude closed her eyes as they rolled back in erotic expectation. She tried like hell to get control, to make herself say no and walk away. This path was dangerous with caution signs everywhere. But just imagining Mary’s flesh in her mouth caused her to lick her lips and carry on. When she opened her eyes and saw Mary’s fingers massaging ever quicker and closer, she knew she was doomed.
“Lick me,” Mary said, her breath hitching in her chest.
Jude leaned forward and snaked out her tongue.
“Lick me while I touch myself.”
Another groan of mad desire escaped Jude as she pressed her tongue to her. Mary jerked and hissed as Jude’s tongue found her peeking flesh between her moving fingers. She laughed in gluttonous delight as Jude pushed firmer, licking her fingers and her flesh all at once.
“Yes, baby. That’s so good. Do you like it? Do you like the way I feel?”
“Yes.”
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes.” But she couldn’t get enough. She needed more. The teasing bits of pink flesh weren’t nearly enough and she knew Mary felt the same way. She could tell by her breathing and the way she tensed with wanton need each time she stopped. “Move your hand,” Jude said huskily trying to move her by the wrist.