Freedom to Love

by Ronica Black

  “My God, you taste good,” Vander said, nibbling her ear. “I could eat you alive.”

  Brynn laughed and then her breath caught. It felt so good, her words, her want, just for Brynn. Vander was alive and craving, Brynn her meal. She never could’ve imagined this kind of unabashed hunger from her. It nearly overtook her, nearly made her come in her jeans. The mere thought made her pulse against her, and she found that she was unable to control the urgent kick in her hips.

  “Ride me,” Vander said, sending another bolt of desire down her spine. Vander cupped her ass, pulled her tighter, helping her thrust against her.

  Hurriedly, wanting her to feel the same, Brynn lowered her hand and pressed into Vander’s crotch, causing her to cry out softly. She was moist, swollen, and she threw her head back against the wall.

  She was caught up and they were stuck together like wild beings tearing at one another. The thought must’ve reached her because she began to worry.

  “Shit—someone’s gonna see us,” Vander said, her voice trembling. Still, they did not stop.

  “It’s dark,” Brynn said. She went in and bit her neck, causing her to jerk and groan. “But we can stop if you want.” She pressed her harder, gliding her fingers up and down.

  Vander whispered. “Ah, fuck no, don’t stop.”

  “Then come in my hand,” Brynn said, breathless. “Come right here, right now. Come with me.”

  Vander made a deep noise of pleasure as their mouths met for the first time. Brynn moaned at the feel of her soft, full lips, pressing, framing her own. They teased, not fully committing, pressing, breathing, pulling back. Brynn closed her eyes, feeling her breath, and then the wet tease of her tongue. Brynn teased back, and soon, with wild abandon, they fell into a beautiful, hot rhythm, kissing completely, fully, devouring. Brynn gripped Vander’s neck never wanting to let go. But the mounting pressure on her engorged clit caused her to tear away and throw back her head as her cunt came alive and pulsed, demanding to be released. They moved, harder, faster, and Brynn knotted her hand in her hair, looked into her eyes. Vander nearly lifted her off the ground with one arm.

  Brynn could feel the harnessed power of her body, and she knew as wild as this was, she was holding back.

  “Tell me you’ll take me somewhere and have your way with me.”

  Vander breathed rapidly and touched her lips with her mouth. She spoke. “You read my mind.”

  “Good,” Brynn breathed, “because I’m going to come.” She bit the edge of her jaw, moaned, and came. Vander followed, burying her head in her neck, calling out into her flesh. They rocked and fucked and came in a series of shivers and death grips, in the darkness, where cries and sighs get absorbed by the black and loud, like creatures of the night. They clung to one another, moving together, grunting softly, until Brynn was nearly too weak to stand. She collapsed and Vander held to her, breathing hard. Brynn felt her heart catapult upon itself in her chest as she rested against her.

  “Brynn,” Vander finally said, cupping the back of her head.

  Brynn could hardly move. Barely speak. “Sergeant.”

  “I have to get you alone before I get us arrested.”

  “Can’t move.” Brynn clung to her loosely, hypnotized by her heartbeat.

  “Come on.” Vander wrapped an arm around her waist and led them through the side door. They moved slowly, freshly fucked, bodies spent, in a daze. Rain pelted their scalp and skin. Brynn laughed, so relaxed, feeling so good. She looked up at the sky, at the beautiful maze of falling rain. The storm, like her, had finally burst and let it all out.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kat watched Brynn laugh up into the rain. Her skin glistened, slick and beautiful in the glow of the streetlight. Kat grew breathless once again, her insides ready to burst and fill her with yearning, desire, hunger, needs she desperately wanted to feed.

  She tugged her closer and led them to her car. She opened the passenger door and Brynn caught her with an arm around the neck. She kissed her, and Kat fell into the feel of the cold rain layered against Brynn’s hot skin. They melded together, and Kat pushed into her with her tongue, once, twice, three times. She groaned as her clit began to demand more and she forced herself away, too excited to continue.

  “Let’s go,” she said, touching Brynn’s face. She could see the streetlight reflected in her gaze. The light was sparking, striking to life, breathing with desire. Kat could’ve stared into it for hours.

  Brynn grinned and Kat wanted to kiss her, but instead she rounded the car and climbed in to start the engine. Brynn glanced over at her as they fled the parking lot. “Where are you taking me, Sergeant Vander?” She reached over and toyed with the back of her neck. It caused shivers to run right through her. Brynn still had the grin, and if Kat could bottle that look, that image of her seducing her from the passenger seat of her car, she’d die a happy woman.

  “To a hotel.” It took all she had to refocus on the road. She wiped rain from her face and stared through the windshield wipers. Brynn continued to tease the back of her neck with nimble fingers. “I, uh, reserved one for tonight.”

  “Thought you’d get lucky did you?”

  Kat laughed. “I’d hoped, didn’t you?”

  “I did. But I never could’ve imagined this.”

  Kat gave her a glance. “I’d imagined it plenty. I just never thought it would happen.”

  Brynn looked away and her fingers stopped their teasing. Kat worried for a split second that something was wrong, but just as quickly, Brynn reassured her.

  “You imagined it?” Her fingers moved to her jaw where they traced lightly.

  Kat swallowed hard. “Oh yeah.”

  “Was I wearing black lace?” She retracted her hand. “Like this?”

  Kat looked over and saw her unbutton her lavender shirt and run her fingers along the edges of a see-through black lace bra.

  Kat breathed deeply. “No, but you will from now on.” She gripped the steering wheel and inwardly swore at the red light. The hotel seemed to be a million miles away.

  Brynn laughed. “You really think about me like this?”

  Kat heated. “Yes.”

  “I do too,” Brynn said softly. “For a while now.” She reached over, took Kat’s hand, kissed it, lightly breathed upon her palm, and then snuck out her tongue to run along her inner wrist.

  “Brynn, you better stop. We won’t make it.”

  “Drive faster.”

  “Christ, I am.”

  “Faster.” Brynn took her finger in her mouth and sucked.

  Kat sped up and fought closing her eyes in sheer pleasure. Her toes curled in her shoes, and she clenched her legs together as her clit awoke once again. Up ahead, the hotel came into view and the tires squealed as she slammed on the brakes and took the turn-in too fast. But she didn’t care and Brynn only laughed. She pulled her hand away, parked, and killed the engine.

  They sat in silence. Kat fought for breath. “That was evil,” she said.

  “I told you I could be a little wild sometimes.”

  Kat smiled. “I can believe it.”

  Brynn buttoned up her shirt. “You gonna take me inside, Sergeant?”

  Kat studied her slender fingers working the buttons. Studied the slick wet skin of her neck and face. Honed in on her dark lips and electrifying eyes. Her cheeks were tainted red atop her high cheekbones. A raindrop fell from a strand of hair onto her face, and she brushed it aside in a move that left Kat breathless.

  “I am,” Kat finally said. She threw open her door and met Brynn at the back of the car. She took her hand and hustled them inside. They jogged to the elevator, soaking wet, ignoring the glances from curious onlookers.

  Brynn leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Ever fuck in an elevator?”

  Kat squeezed her hand. “No. Have you?”

  “No.”

  “They have cameras in them now.”

  “Really?” Brynn seemed intrigued.

  Kat smiled. “You’re reall
y bad, aren’t you?”

  “You’re bringing out a whole new, more dangerous side to me.”

  “I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.”

  The doors slid open and they stepped inside. Brynn lowered her voice as Kat pressed the number for their floor. “It’s very good for you. If you’re into it.”

  “I can’t imagine you doing anything in the bedroom that I’m not into.”

  “Sergeant, you continue to surprise me.”

  “Do I?”

  “Yes.”

  They grew closer, breathed into one another as they came dangerously close to a kiss.

  The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Kat tugged on her and led them to her room. She slid in the card key and opened the door. Brynn held her eyes as she entered, already unbuttoning her shirt once again. Kat closed and locked the door and approached her, stopping at the foot of the bed. The room was quiet, white duvet-covered bed, patterned sofa and chairs near the door to the patio. A vase of fresh flowers sat on the coffee table.

  “Don’t you want to get out of those wet clothes?” Brynn asked in a husky voice, stopping to inhale the flowers. She chose a daisy and crossed to Kat. She stroked her bare chest with the flower, down to her navel where her shirt remained buttoned.

  “I don’t want to miss a moment of watching you.”

  Brynn grinned, stepped up, and pressed her onto the bed. Kat sat, Brynn between her legs. Brynn stroked her face with the flower, her jaw, her neck.

  “I’m going to put my mouth everywhere this flower touches.” The flower continued downward, across her navel to her jeans. Brynn paused and looked at her. “Do you want me to go lower?”

  Kat swallowed as she watched the flower move up and down her fly. With every stroke, a gush of arousal warmed her panties. She began to rock her hips despite being unable to feel the delicate touch of the flower. “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Oh yes, you want my mouth here, don’t you?” She moved the flower lower, twisted the stem so the flower flattened and engrossed her crotch in playful circles. “You want my mouth all over you down here, don’t you?”

  Kat grabbed her wrist. “Yes.” Her head was spinning, and she was so used to being in control she wasn’t sure what was happening. She held her wrist, needing to stop, to gain her bearings. She needed to throw Brynn on the bed and have her way with her, but she couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. Brynn was playing her, teasing her, like a marionette does a puppet, and Kat was so wet she was sure she had saturated the duvet.

  Brynn pushed on her shoulder, encouraging her to lean back on her elbows. “You don’t know what to say do you? You’re so used to being the top.” She laughed. “But you can’t seem to fight me can you?”

  Kat could feel her own pulse beat in her neck, in her ears. “No.”

  “When you thought of me, you thought of taking me, didn’t you?”

  Kat nodded.

  “You had no idea that it would be me, shoving you up against the wall and pushing you back on the bed, did you?”

  “No.”

  “I surprised you,” Brynn said, twirling the flower across her lips, tongue sneaking out to taste one petal after another.

  “Yes.”

  She stared into Kat and tossed the flower aside. She leaned forward and whispered while straddling Kat’s leg. “I’m going to give you so much more than your fantasies, Sergeant.”

  She straightened and stripped out of her shirt slowly, showing her lean, lithe body in the black lace bra.

  “My God,” Kat said, unable to tear her eyes away.

  “You like this?” Brynn asked, running her hands along her bra and abdomen.

  “You’re insanely beautiful,” Kat said. “I never could’ve done you justice…in my fantasies.”

  Brynn stared into her eyes. “You’re making me feel dangerous again.”

  “Am I?” Kat was glad she wasn’t the only one so turned on. She took in shaky breaths and continued to watch, almost unable to take it all in.

  “Yes, Sergeant, you are.” She grinned wickedly and Kat came alive, her synapses in her brain firing once again.

  “How so?”

  Brynn kept moving her hands, rubbed fingertips around her sharp looking nipples. Her small breasts heaved with her quick breathing. She moaned as the sensation hit her, causing her eyes to flash.

  “Tell me what to do, Kat” Brynn said, rubbing and caressing.

  Kat sat up further, the sound of her name sending a shockwave straight to her heart.

  “Say that again,” she said. “My name. Say my name again.”

  “Kat,” Brynn whispered.

  “Yes.” Kat closed her eyes. The sound of her name on the smoothest, sexiest voice she’d ever heard, was nearly earth-shattering. She wanted to hear it again and again.

  “Tell me what to do, Kat. What should I do next?”

  Kat opened her eyes and licked her lips, heart jumping. “Your jeans,” she said. “Take them off.”

  Brynn slowly unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them over her hips. She peeled them off and tossed them aside just as she had the daisy. She stood before Kat in the matching panties and bra, giving her a look of pure predator. She inched closer.

  “Now what?” She raised an eyebrow.

  “The panties.”

  Brynn slipped her fingers beneath the lace and eased them off. Like her jeans, she tossed them aside.

  Kat looked her up and down, felt her mouth salivating. She wanted to taste her, snake her tongue inside her folds, and take her swollen, glistening clit in her mouth and suck her off. But she held back, wanting to savor every last moment. First, she wanted to feel her.

  “Come here,” she said, guiding Brynn’s hips so she straddled her leg. She sat up and skimmed her hands lightly up and down her sides while placing teasing kisses along her awakening skin. She smelled of earthy rain, citrus, and sandalwood. Kat couldn’t help but turn her face to nibble and lick her moist skin. Brynn shuddered and she ran her hands through Kat’s wet hair. She moaned softly when Kat reached the delicateness of her ribs.

  “You feel good, Brynn,” Kat said. “So good.” She looked up at her, touching her, causing her to quiver. “I bet you’re so wet.”

  Brynn took in a quick breath, and her eyes confirmed what Kat already knew. Kat lowered her hand and ran it carefully up her inner thigh. When she found the heat of her cunt, she slid her fingers into her slickness and moaned at the sensation.

  “Kat,” Brynn said quickly as she knotted her hand in Kat’s hair and began slowly rocking her hips. Her eyes fell closed, and Kat stroked her, played with her full clit. Then, as Brynn rocked in her own world, Kat slid her fingers up inside.

  Brynn threw her head back and called out.

  “Ease down,” Kat said, once again guiding her hips. Brynn, while straddling her leg, slid down onto her fingers, resting against her leg. Immediately, she began to buck.

  Kat encouraged her, watching in amazement as her body moved and slithered, her beautiful eyes closing, her lips trembling. She hugged herself to Kat, jerked her hips madly.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Oh, God yes, fuck me, Kat.”

  Kat kissed her chest and found her hard nipple through the lace, where she sucked and bit ever so slightly. Brynn went mad, called her name, and came in to lick Kat’s ear and laugh.

  Kat pulled the lace down and took her bare flesh into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked, and Brynn held fast to her head, jerking, rocking, fucking. Kat pulled away with a smack and licked up her sternum.

  “Kat, Kat.”

  “Go ahead, baby, I’ve got you. Ride me.”

  “Oh, God it feels too good. Tell me—if I come—we’ll do it again.”

  “Of course,” Kat said. “We’ll do it all night long and well into tomorrow. And then whenever you want. Over and over.”

  “Promise?”

  “I promise.”

  “Oh God, I’m gonna come.”

  And she exploded, body arching back, p
ulsing. She screamed, neck straining, hair falling down her back. Kat nearly came in her pants as she held her hip and fucked her tightness, loving the way it came alive and pulsed down on her fingers. It flooded with warmth and wetness, squeezed her fingers, held on to her for life.

  Brynn rocked, clung, and screamed again as she came a second time, this time softer, hoarse, throat tight and spent. She opened her eyes and moved slower, focused on Kat, and grinned. “Feels so good.”

  “You want to come again?”

  Kat was breathless, but she was already addicted. She wanted to watch her all over again. Taste the sweat beaded on her skin. Bite on the hard nipple once again.

  “Yes,” Brynn said. “Please make me come again.”

  Kat pressed against her clit with her thumb, and Brynn bucked wildly and hugged her close, biting Kat’s neck as she came in an instant, cunt throbbing and grabbing, slick and swollen. Kat held her as she shuddered against her, refusing to let go with her teeth. Kat closed her eyes so close to coming herself. She didn’t dare move.

  A noise sounded, a series of bells. At first, Kat didn’t react, the noise off in a fog somewhere far away. But Brynn released her and spoke in her ear.

  “Is that a phone?”

  Kat groaned. Brynn was still wrapped around her, bearing down, pulsing with pleasure. “Sounds like it.”

  “Is it yours?”

  “Huh?” Kat reached for her back pocket. “Yes.”

  “Do you need to get it?”

  Kat hugged her, never wanting to let go. “No.” The ringing stopped but then immediately started up again. Brynn moved. “No, wait, don’t go.”

  Brynn held her face as she slid off of her. “You probably need to get that,” she said. “Besides, I’m holding you to your promise.”

  She kissed her softly and then crawled on the bed and hugged a pillow, looking like a goddess waiting to be sculpted.

  Kat opened and closed her sore fingers as she eyed her phone. “Shit, it’s Murph.” She gave Brynn an apologetic look, knowing it was something serious.