Change of Pace

by Radclyffe

  My buddy blushed and damn near shuffled her feet. She’s very fucking cute when she does that.

  With another little hum of approval, our hostess turned and led the way into the mostly dark house. Silently, we followed her up two flights of stairs and down a narrow hallway into a room with a plush Oriental carpet, two wide leather armchairs set at angles to each other, and a smattering of other furniture against the walls. The lights, focused in a soft circle just around the chairs, were turned down low, but anyone sitting in one could clearly see the person in the other.

  “Don’t hurry,” the lady said as she left us, pulling the door nearly but not quite closed.

  “What—” my buddy began.

  “Wait.” My voice sounded husky to my own ears. Jesus, I was so turned on already I was almost sick with the craving in my belly.

  I unbuttoned my shirt while she watched, curiosity and the beginnings of desire flaring in her eyes. I had nothing on beneath the shirt, and once bare, my nipples tightened instantly into small, hard knots. I kicked off my boots and socks, unbuttoned my jeans, and stripped them off. I hadn’t worn anything under them either. Her hot gaze slid down my body and back up, ending on my face. The heat from her stare made me hard. It always did.

  “Your turn,” I said quietly.

  She repeated my actions, all the while watching me watch her, until she stood naked and exposed in the soft, yellow light. Her small firm breasts rose and fell quickly with the rush of breath in and out of her lungs. She shivered, and it wasn’t because she was cold. I felt the first trickle of wetness on my thigh. Before my legs shook too badly, I sat in one chair and gestured to the other. She sat.

  With her attention riveted to me, I spread my legs and ran a hand down the center of my body, along the inside of one thigh, then the other. Then, taking my time, I drew one hand between my legs, used my fingers to open myself, and flicked a fingertip against the base of my clit. My stomach clutched just as her breath caught in her throat.

  “Can you see it?” My voice was hoarse. Christ, I was so stiff already I was afraid I wouldn’t last.

  “Yeah. Oh, yeah.”

  My clit was screaming. I forced myself to pull my hand away. I could tell she wanted to finger herself but she wasn’t sure if she was allowed. Her legs were already tight, the way they got when she was wicked hard and wanted to come. It was going to be a long, long night.

  “Go ahead,” I said softly. “Stroke it a little. But go easy. You can’t come until I tell you you can.”

  Her fingers flew to her clit. The muscles in her tight belly jumped. Her eyes, still fixed between my legs, got a little unfocused as she pressed back and forth on the spot where her clit joined her body.

  “Let me see what you got,” I demanded, lightly rubbing the end of my own hard-on now. The little bit of pressure made me ache as I smoothed hot come up and down the shaft.

  Carefully, she skimmed back the hood. I saw her thigh muscles twitch. She was already big—wet—the head pulsing rhythmically. Oh, yeah, she was ready.

  “Now,” I whispered as the door opened soundlessly, “you watch.”

  The lady in red glided quietly across the floor and knelt before my chair, angling her body so that my buddy’s view was unobstructed. She rested her cheek against the inside of my left thigh. I slid a finger on either side of my clit and squeezed. The stab of pleasure was so sharp I gasped. I heard my buddy draw a quick breath, too, a sob almost, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the hand between her legs circling faster. I looked back down at myself, at the woman’s face cradled against my leg.

  “Jesus, I’m so hard I’m gonna explode.” Trying to keep a lid on, I squeezed again. When I pulled back swollen flesh, the head popped out, dark and red and so sensitive I moaned. I glanced at my buddy again—she was pinching the tip of her clit softly, her dazed eyes on my fingers as I struggled to hold back my orgasm. That just made my clit jerk and swell more. Staring at her, I spoke quietly to the lady in red.

  “Lick it slow.” Bracing myself, I kept a grip on the shaft with two fingers, exposing the head for her. I looked down as the warm wet tongue slipped up the underside of my clit. I almost came with the first stroke. My insides were in knots, my legs so tight I was cramping. Jesus, I wanted to come so bad.

  I realized my friend was pumping into her palm and breathing hard. “Feel good?” It was hard for me to talk because the lady was switching between tonguing the sides of my clit and sucking lightly on the head.

  “Oh, fuck yeah. I’m gonna come all over my hand,” she groaned, hips twisting, her stomach board tight.

  “Uh-uh. No.” I risked fucking my clit between those soft lips, but when I slid the length in and out, the top of my head almost came off. As much to myself as to her, I grunted, “Not yet.”

  “Can’t hold it.” She was gasping, her eyes glued to my clit, her fingers steadily tugging at herself. I saw her working her clit the way that amazing mouth worked mine.

  “Sure...you can.” I suddenly got very hard and knew I was about to blow off into that warm, wet mouth. I eased my fingers into the lady’s hair and pushed her gently off me. “Sorry...uh...not just yet.”

  I could hardly see, but I knew she was smiling. Oh, yeah, she knew how to work me.

  I slumped in the chair, twitching all over, and looked at my buddy. Her eyes were glazed, her clit standing up like a mountain between her trembling fingers.

  “Get the cocks out of the bag,” I said.

  She almost couldn’t stop jerking her clit, she was so close to letting loose, but she finally did as I ordered.

  “Give me one.” I held out my hand. “Put one in.”

  “It’ll make me come,” she groaned, her thumb pressed hard against the base of her clit, trying to hold back her orgasm.

  “Do it slow, with me.” I pushed the head in and watched her watch me do it. I lifted my hips and let it fill me. The cock shaft dragged over my clit, and I groaned. The pressure on my clit from inside doubled, then tripled, and I needed to get off so desperately I cried out. Biting my lip, I looked over and saw the cock buried deep inside her, saw the look of pleasure-pain on her face, saw how much she needed to come. I grinned.

  “Jesus Christ,” she gasped. “I have to come so bad...gonna come on this cock.” She was pumping on it nice and slow, nice and deep.

  “Me...too.” I glanced down. My clit stood up, stone hard and jerking all on its own. The woman who knelt between my legs waited, still softly smiling. Barely able to speak, I whispered, “Suck me until I come.”

  When her mouth closed over me and she started sliding my clit in and out between her lips, licking the head in steady circles, I leaned back, turned my head, and watched my buddy jerk herself off. Her eyes were still on me, her fingers on her clit, the other hand fucking the cock in and out.

  I watched her watch me get sucked off, watched her get ready to come, all the while my clit getting harder, the cock heavy inside me. I couldn’t take it.

  “Oh...oh, I’m gonna come in her mouth,” I whimpered. My friend’s hips jerked and she moaned, eyes moving between my face and the woman sucking me. The orgasm exploded under the tongue working my clit, crashed into my guts, slammed down my legs. I spasmed and twitched. “Oh...fuck. I’m coming.” I looked into those eyes I’d loved my whole life. “Baby, I’m coming.”

  Seeing me come always makes her come. With a shout, she doubled forward, pumping hard on the cock, jerking hard on her clit.

  “Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah,” we cried together.

  Together.

  FIRST DRAFT

  Gayle let herself into the apartment, her early morning foray for breakfast completed, and saw her brand-new lover still at the computer where she’d been an hour before. Quietly, so as not to interrupt her concentration, Gayle headed for the kitchen and another cup of coffee. She stopped at the sound of the voice behind her.

  “Hey, babe. I missed you.”

  Gayle raised an eyebrow, the bag of bagels in her hand forgo
tten as the low, seductive timbre of Thane’s voice hit home. Hit hard and sweet and hot. “Oh yeah? I thought you were working.”

  “I was. But I was thinking about you.”

  “Oh.” For a moment, Gayle wasn’t certain what else to say. She wasn’t exactly sure what the ground rules were or where the boundaries lay. She adored her new lover’s fiction—she still couldn’t believe she was sleeping with one of the hottest erotica writers around. But she wasn’t entirely certain that access to Thane’s writing was part of their new relationship.

  “What?” Thane eyed the small line that creased the smooth skin between Gayle’s brows. “You bothered that I got out of bed to write? Believe me, it wasn’t because of the company. Last night was...outstanding.”

  Thane’s grin fanned the flames that smoldered between Gayle’s thighs. That mouth is so talented, those lips so— She could still feel the velvet pressure as Thane sucked the orgasm from her. Her clit twitched. She struggled for words, her belly twisting with urgency.

  “No, of course I’m not bothered. I...I love your stuff. It’s cool, really—that you were working on it here.” She shrugged, her throat dry, her stomach tight. “It’s just...”

  “What then?” Thane rose and crossed the room. Leaning close, she rested her hands on Gayle’s hips.

  Gayle sighed shyly. “I’m curious.”

  “Ah.” Thane kissed her. “Wanna read it?”

  “Oh, yeah. Big time.” She hesitated when she realized what Thane was offering. “Really? You sure you don’t mind?”

  “Gayle, babe, I’m a writer. I want everyone to read what I write.” Laughing, Thane took Gayle’s hand and led the way to the computer. Then she sat and patted her lap. “Sit here and have a look.”

  Private Pleasures – Innocence Abounds

  It’s not what you think. I’m innocent. I swear. At least, until a minute ago, I was innocent.

  A minute ago we were naked together, turning each other in the warm spray—playfully fighting over who would get the shampoo first. I hadn’t intended anything—really—I just wanted to run my soapy hands over your body, to wash your back. Ten seconds ago, even, I was innocent. Then...when I reached around you just now for the bath gel and our bodies collided...

  Now, maybe I’m not so innocent.

  Thane held very still, her cheek pressed against Gayle’s breast, her eyes closed. She could hear Gayle’s heart beating. In her mind, she saw the words she had written and, barely breathing, waited for judgment.

  Absently, Gayle settled her hips more comfortably between Thane’s spread legs, one arm around her lover’s shoulders, toying with her hair. With the other hand, she scrolled.

  Now our bodies brush lightly—skin against skin, belly to belly, thigh to thigh—the silken hair between our legs blending gently in the warm streams of water coursing over us. When I slip my arms around you to reach your back, our breasts meet. My nipples, instantly erect, slide over yours, sending pulsating shocks of pleasure straight down my spine. The flickering contact teases me, starts a tingling between my legs, but the fleeting pressure on the aching tips of my breasts is not hard enough, not long enough, for what I need.

  Gayle’s nipples tightened and her thigh muscles clenched. Instantly wet, she was agonizingly aware of Thane’s mouth a breath away from her skin. She threaded her fingers more tightly into Thane’s hair and unconsciously pressed her breast against her lover’s face.

  I secret a hand between us, find your nipple and squeeze—once, twice—before circling your breasts with my soapy fingers. The soft weight of you in my palm is an invitation to feast. My mouth is watering. Lifting both breasts so the soothing cascade rinses the soap away, I bend my head, lick the clear drops from the tight, hard tips, and drink your passion.

  You close your eyes and grasp my hips, pulling me tighter. Moaning, you push a muscled thigh between mine, arching your back as my teeth claim flesh. We reach for one another at the same time; I find your clitoris just as you touch mine. You stroke the length...

  “I don’t think I can read this with you so close to me,” Gayle said, her voice husky and low. “It’s wonderful, but all I can feel is you.”

  Eyes still closed, Thane nuzzled a nipple, found it hard and tight, and sucked on it through the soft, worn flannel. “Too late,” she mumbled. “Keep going.”

  The teeth on Gayle’s nipple sent blood roaring into her clitoris. Struggling to focus, she tried to follow the words.

  ...stroke the length of my clit, working me steadily, tugging the stiff core as I roll the length of you lightly between my thumb and finger. Legs spread, hips pumping slowly, our soft sighs mingle. We mirror one another’s movements, speeding up, pressing harder—each bringing the other closer with every stroke, moaning now on trembling legs. I search for your lips, clinging to you, and our mouths meet, tongues joining, sucking hard on swollen lips. I’m so hard now, so ready to shoot my...

  “Oh yeah,” Gayle moaned, hips lifting as her clitoris throbbed. She fumbled for Thane’s hand, drawing it beneath the waistband of her sweatpants, pushing it between her thighs. “Feel what you’ve done to me.”

  Very lightly, Thane ran a single finger over Gayle’s clitoris. “Mmm, so hard, aren’t you, babe.”

  When the teasing caress disappeared, Gayle gave a strangled cry and pressed her hand over Thane’s, forcing Thane’s fingers hard onto her clit. “Oh, don’t stop.”

  With her free hand, Thane opened a button on the flannel shirt, then two, then drew a taut nipple between her lips. Her mouth to Gayle’s breast, Thane whispered, “Don’t come until the end.”

  I’m circling my hips on your hand—it feels...

  “So good.”

  ...I can’t bear it. Please, oh please make me come. You turn me away from the stream of water, kneeling quickly, both hands between my legs, opening me for your lips. I’m so full, so hard, so close to exploding—so ready to come. Your tongue presses into me, warm and sweet...

  “Oh, yes, yes...right there. Yes. Oh, baby, yes. That’s so good.”

  ...pulling the pleasure from me on a flood of arousal. My back is against the shower wall as you lean into me, sweeping your tongue up the length of my clitoris...

  “I’ll come if you keep touching me there.”

  ...making my head light and my stomach twist. I can feel you moving against my leg, wet and hard. You’re moaning, swollen against my skin, and you make me want...

  “Oh, baby, I want...”

  ...to come. You are rocking against me as you suck me now, both of us shuddering, straining...

  “I’m so close, so close now.”

  Your fingers are inside me, your lips tugging at my clitoris...

  “I need to come. I need...”

  ...your tongue working me back and forth. I’m going to come soon. I won’t come until you say—but oh, God—I need to. Tell me when I can come, tell me when...

  “I’m coming...coming...”

  ...soon, soon, please tell me, tell me, tell me...

  “Oh, God, baby...please, hold me.”

  “I’m right here. I won’t let go.”

  “Oh, Jesus.” Gayle clung to Thane, pressed her face to Thane’s neck, trembling and shivering, still coming. “I can’t believe you.”

  “What?” Thane whispered, smoothing Gayle’s hair, kissing her temple gently. “What, babe?”

  “Everything,” Gayle said with a sigh, boneless with pleasure. “You are so fucking talented, and so beautiful, and so...good.”

  “I guess you liked it, huh?” Thane chuckled, supremely satisfied.

  “Nah, not really.” Weakly, Gayle bit Thane’s ear. “But I would like to try reenacting that shower scene.”

  “Now there’s an idea.”

  “Is that by any chance what you had in mind when you let me read that?” Gayle met Thane’s gaze and arched a brow. “Hmm?”

  “Who, me?” Thane smiled, her eyes dancing. “No way. I’m innocent.”

  PRIMAL PAS DE DEUX

/>   BY RADCLYFFE AND KATLYN

  The air hangs heavy with a mixture of smoke and sweat as I enter the club. My eyes sweep the room, taking in everything, everyone, yet settling on nothing and no one in particular. I move down the open stairs toward the bar hidden in a recess at the back of the room. Bodies are pressed tight against the once highly polished surface, which now shows signs of long years of faithful duty. Each scar on the dark wood is a proclamation of some former existence, an experience—a moment forever etched in the flesh of this place. I wonder if the scars we carry are as invisible as we think—hope—or if our fragile flesh reveals all we are and have been with a single look.

  I think too damn much, I know, but that is what I do. I analyze, tear apart, and disassemble each element of most everything I encounter, until I can put it back together again in some semblance of order and understanding. I do that with everything—well, everything except my own life. For that, there is no understanding. I ease between the masses of people and raise my hand for the bartender, who tilts her head in recognition. One thing I have found in small clubs and bars is that being a regular gets you quick service. Tonight is no different as the woman sets an ice-cold mug of beer in front of me and then turns to answer other beckoning calls.

  My throat burns as the cold liquid flows down in one long, hard swallow, then I turn to watch the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. A few participants appear to be long-term partners just enjoying a night out on the town. Others are in full tribal dress, displaying their availability for all to see. Leather and flesh abound for all potential partners to appraise and rank. The smoky haze hovering like a thunderhead emphasizes the electricity in the air as it reflects the strobe lights bouncing from body to body.