by T J Vertigo
Reece glanced up at the expression on her bartenders face. It was beautiful; green eyes were watching every movement she made, lips half open called to her like a siren song. The club owner abandoned her tongue bath to devour those delicious looking lips. She growled when Faith took control of the kiss, biting and sucking on her lips, the invading tongue hungrily searching out every part of her mouth.
It was like they had been starved of each other's mouths for an eternity, when in reality, they had spent more time exploring this facet of their relationship than anything else. But for Reece it was never enough. The void that had been waiting for Faith felt enormous, and she had an almost desperate need to fill it.
Groans, teeth banging together, whimpers and loud inhales were the only sounds in the room. Although quiet, to Reece it was a deafening reminder of just how much she needed this woman. How out of control she really was. And although she felt fear at this thought, it wasn't as frightening as it had been out in the hallway. In fact, it lessened every day. Still, she needed to maintain some semblence of control, if for nothing else than to prove to herself she could.
Reece broke the much too intense contact and resumed her tongue bath at Faith's neck. She had every intention of showing Faith just how much she appreciated this little thank-you party. But a hand tightened in her hair, and blue eyes rolled back with a groan. She sucked rather forcefully at the skin in her mouth.
"Please... Reece. Carefully." she panted.
Reece tweaked a hard nipple and growled. "Mine!" she sucked hard at the skin on Faith's throat.
"God yes!" Who the hell cares…
"...make up artists... mmmm... get paid for it..." and she proceeded to mark her territory for all to see.
Reece was reveling in all the sensations. She tried to concentrate and pinpoint the one she liked best. Faith's flexing legs wrapped around my thighs? The silky scratchy material rubbing against my skin? The wet satiny black panties sliding between our hands? The taste of Faith's throat? The breathless sounds of pleasure blowing across my ear?
It was a tie. She lipped the nipple ring and reflexively thrust against the body beneath her while she tugged at the metal hoop. She felt Faith's fingers enter herself and they moaned in sync.
Faith needed to feel Reece on her skin now. She pulled the crotch of the underwear aside, but Reece didn't touch her. Instead she took her again by the wrist and guided her hand in its motions.
"Please baby, touch me," Faith begged.
Reece didn't know if she could slide down the bed without coming.
Not getting the intended response, Faith used her other hand to gather her wetness and stuck her fingers into Reece's mouth. That got her the reaction she wanted. Her fingers were accepted hungrily.
"Oh you wanna play dirty?" The club owner growled. Not waiting for an answer, she tore off the black panties and wrapped her arms around silky thighs. She twisted abruptly.
Faith was startled for a second until she felt the heat of Reece's mouth right where she needed it. "Oh yeah." she breathed. Looking down at the shining blue eyes beneath her she added, "Did I mention that's my favorite muscle?"
The owner of said muscle flexed it and grunted.
Faith threw her head back and groaned.
The tall woman increased the pressure of her movements.
"God that's good." Faith whispered more to herself than out loud.
Reece was in desperate need of attention, the vision above her was quickly heating her arousal to a boil. And this time, doing it herself wouldn't be enough. She pulled away from her feast, causing Faith to gasp and grab for the headboard.
"No!? Why are you... OH!..." The blonde was yanked away, and suddenly was on all fours with her nose inches away from Reece's center.
It felt like forever since Reece had indulged in this kind of mutual gratification, she was more than eager to feel Faith's mouth.
However, this was a first for Faith, and she was unsure of how her lover thought she could do much more than enjoy what was going on between her own legs. Reece's tongue was fucking her, she could feel the steel barbell dragging in and out on the underside of her clit, combined with her nose playing her exposed bundle of nerves like a fiddle.
"God Reece!" Faith's elbows gave way and her face fell onto her lover's thigh. She inhaled deeply and shuddered. Now I know why she freaks out when she smells me! MMmm…
Reece's hips lifted up and searched out the mouth that was breathing on her, teasing her mercilessly. She growled her need into Faith's sex.
"Oh shit..." The blonde felt the growl like a vibrator. Inspired, she secured her arms around Reece's wide-spread thighs and dove in with gusto, her tongue rushing to lap up the sweet ambrosia of Reece's arousal. She immediately saw the benefits of the position when her chin mashed against an oversensitive clit causing the hips below her to surge.
The club owner whimpered her satisfaction and gyrated her pelvis, allowing Faith to concentrate on using her tongue, which right now, felt like it was everywhere. To show her appreciation, Reece reached around with the hand holding the blonde's ass, and entered her with her thumb, leaving her own tongue to play at will.
"GOD REECE!"
Faith's hips took on a life of their own and Reece was actually having a hard time keeping up with the erratic bucking above her face, not to mention timing her breaths. None of it mattered any more when there was sudden insistent suction on her clit.
"Faith baby... mmm." she gasped.
The bartender pushed herself down on Reece's mouth, demanding she shut up. "Don't you dare stop," she whined.
Reece didn't intend to and reached around with the other hand to rub her lonely thumb into the abundant wetness, passing it around her already pumping finger. She waited for a signal that it may be too much for her smaller lover, but Faith rocked backwards with all intents of capturing the digit. Watching and feeling her two thumbs get sucked up into the warm tunnel put Reece dangling at the edge of her own climax.
"Faith baby... your fingers... please," she grunted, then groaned loudly when her plea was answered.
Their bodies fit together perfectly, sliding and writhing as one. Each woman was well aware of the other, yet lost in their own pleasure, trying to draw this moment out as long as they could.
Reece began murmuring little grunts and sounds. Faith loved the little curses and mumblings of her lover as she neared the edge. She doubted Reece was even aware she did it. Either way, she loved having that knowledge. However, the little "mm hmm's" had become constant, and their vibrations against Faith's sex started almost violent waves of orgasm to sneak up on her.
The tall woman pulled her mouth away for a moment and watched the muscles contract around her fingers.
"Yeah... oh... Reece..." Faith plunged her fingers in and out faster in an effort to make Reece come with her. The bartender slid her sex down Reece's chin and onto her chest.
"Fai.... FUCK!" Reece uncharactaristically thrashed around, yelling out her pleasure.
Imagining the look on her tall lover's face renewed the intensity of Faith's orgasm, and she kept coming, rubbing herself against Reece's breasts.
Faith's mouth was relentless and she didn't ever want to stop, but she was yanked back by the hair. Only then did she realize her thighs were shaking, and just how intense her climax was. She collapsed onto Reece's body with her legs hugging her head. This only drove the club owner to renew her efforts; grabbing tightly to the clenched thighs, she thrust her tongue in and out like a piston, her chin torturing Faith's hypersensitive nub.
"Oh god no... Stop... please... I'm begging," she dug her nails into Reece's thighs.
Reece held on, her arms protesting the efforts, forcing Faith to ride her face, lapping up all she was offered. This went on for several minutes and ended with the thrashing blonde beating on the bed, nearly sobbing in the throes of yet another orgasm.
"GOD REECE PLEASE!" she shouted, trembling uncontrollably.
The tall woman finally relented, an
d slid her lover down until she was lying on top of her.
"Animal," Faith gasped.
Reece growled. "That would be me." Funny, it's a whole new feeling when she says it, she puzzled.
Faith twitched with every breath and Reece chuckled.
"You think this is funny?" She slapped her snickering partner in the bicep. Hmmm, the very pumped bicep... She licked the length of the overexerted muscle, tasting the sweat of their lovemaking. Oh yeah. She sucked on it, causing Reece to gasp.
"Faith... think about that." Reece warned her lover where that might lead.
Faith twitched again and broke out in goose bumps at the sound of Reece's rough, breathless voice. What are you, insane? She chastised herself. She wasn't able to move, let alone have another go.
"It's my fault you're so damn sexy?" she slid more than rolled off of Reece, and leaned up on one weak elbow. "Look at me, my arms are shaking. How did you do that?"
Reece reached out and wiped the damp hair off Faith's forehead. "You are so beautiful, how can I not?" She rearranged herself and gestured to her shoulder. "Come here."
Faith blushed. "Stop it. You apparently haven't looked in a mirror lately." She snuggled up to Reece's naked body and sighed. This is all mine! She gave the long glistening body the once over. Look at those legs! That stomach, those incredible breasts! She ran her fingertips in gentle circles over Reece's chest, possibly to soothe herself. Lord, but can I live through it? There's gotta be countless women more attractive than me. More experienced. Am I satisfying enough? God, what about those pictures... would she ever want to do that with me? Would I let her? What about temptation? I won't be at the club every day? Maybe I can have Cori keep an eye out...
"What are ya thinking about babe?"
"Competition." she blurted.
"Huh?" Reece looked down at Faith's uncertain expression.
"I'm scared of losing you, Reece. How will I ever be able to keep you?" she admitted.
"You're shitting me, right?" Reece kissed the top of Faith's head and wrapped her arms around her tightly. "The question is, how will you ever get rid of me?"
"Now you're shitting me." Faith placed kisses along the side of Reece's breast, smiling as the nipple rose to attention. "After all we went through trying to get one another, why would I want to get rid of you?"
Reece shrugged. "I just thought..."
"Well stop thinking then, it's highly overrated. I love you, and after much aggravation, I finally got you. They'll never be able to peel me away from you now. Deal with it."
The club owner felt something inside of her warm. An unfamiliar feeling in the pit of her chest. Love? she questioned. One way to test that theory.
"Faith...?"
"Reece?" she chuckled. Come on baby, say it.
"I uh..." Go on tough guy, say it. "... I love you." There.
"I know." Faith kissed her on the shoulder. "I'll always know."
Reece smiled and emitted a contented sigh. Faith wrapped herself tighter around Reece's body and yawned. Yup. It's love.
"Besides, you screamed." the blonde teased.
Reece began to blush. "Yeah well... I don't usually, I mean no one has... it's just..."
"I bet you look adorable in red." she chuckled "Don't worry, it won't leave this room." Faith crossed her heart. Well maybe just Cori..
* * *
Faith thought she heard a jumble of foul words as she was thrown quite literally from her daydream. With a yelp the blonde became airborne for just a moment, then landed with a thud on the bike seat. She was aware that they were going slower and were surrounded by midtown traffic. It also seemed that she grew shorter and Reece grew taller. What's wrong with this picture?
"Christ! Uh babe? Would you mind scootching back a bit?" Reece sounded as if she was in pain.
Confused, the passenger realized she was sitting comfortably in the driver's seat and Reece was straddling the gas tank.
"Oh my God!" she yelled as she struggled to settle herself further back on the seat without leaning on her lover for support. She helped pull Reece back into place, which wasn't easy as she was steering the bike around another pothole.
"Are you ok?" Faith knew how hard she'd hit the seat, and it couldn't have been pleasant for Reece.
"Fucking potholes! Where the hell are all my tax dollars going?"
Faith could tell her lover was really pissed off again, and she frowned.
"That's it! I refuse to pay taxes any more! If I have one mark on this bike..."
Well, this sucks. After that little daydream, she was more than eager to get home and "discuss."
Now she'd have to wait till Reece calmed down. Lovely.
"...If there's one fucking little scratch..."
Hello??? Did you forget about me? The girlfriend?
They stopped at a red light and Reece turned around and took off her helmet. Faith didn't like the angry look on her face at all.
"Are you alright? You didn't get hurt did you? If you are I'll sue the fucking Department of Transportation."
"I'm ok, honey." She received a skeptical look. "Put your helmet back on, I'm really ok."
Satisfied, Reece replaced her helmet and turned back around. "I'll sue the freaking city."
What the hell is the matter with her? Its just a pothole? Faith worried again. Reece had been acting like this all week, jumping at little things and getting really angry over nothing. If she keeps this up, I'll never be able to tell her about my script! She took her hands out of Reece's pockets and replaced them under the leather jacket. She comfortingly rubbed all the parts of Reece's anatomy that she could reach until she felt the tension dissipate slightly. Then she moved her hands further south and toyed with the waistband of Reece's jeans. It wasn't exactly her fantasy, but it would do.
"Did you hurt yourself anywhere that needs a kiss, sweetheart?"
"Oh yeah, it needs many many kisses."
"Well then, let's get this baby home, shall we?"
Faith pulled Reece's shirt out from her jeans and stroked the tight stomach teasingly. The driver started wiggling around in her seat.
"You better stop that, Red."
"Oh? Why is that?" Faith was feeling rather cocky making her lover squirm.
"Because with that graceful landing, the seam of my jeans wound up someplace that it shouldn't be.."
"Ohhhh?" Faith tugged on the waistband with a smirk, thoroughly enjoying the feel of Reece's butt jerking against her spread thighs.
"Yeah and if you keep that up, it'll be over way before it starts."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"Don't make me stop this bike, Faith." she teased.
"Oh alright," she grumbled, suddenly reminded of long car trips with her father. Sliding her hands up Reece's ribs to bring her back to the present, she was satisfied with the shudder she caused. Pleased that she'd calmed the edgy woman, Faith leaned back against the sissy bar and relaxed for the rest of the ride.
* * *
After many hours of "discussion," in various rooms of the house, the two freshly-showered women were sitting in the living room eating dinner. Reece was still edgy, and Faith was trying to figure out a way to bring up the script without an explosion. It would help if she told me what was bothering her. The actress had been all set to tell her 5 days ago when she received the damn thing, but Reece's behavior that day had been very unpredictable and hadn't gotten any better since. Faith felt that if she told her now it would look like she was trying to hide it from her, and that wouldn't be good at all.
"What's wrong, Faith? You aren't acting right."
Faith gulped down some wine and prepared for the onslaught. "Well, I have this thing.."
The phone rang and Faith thanked all the gods."I'll get it babe." She picked up the phone in the guestroom.
"WHAAASSSUUUPPP!!" Cori screamed.
"Oh god, not that, anything but that. Packs of teenagers have been drive-by whassuping all month." Faith cringed.
"So, did you tell he
r?"
"No, I was trying to, but she's been acting so schizo lately, I'm afraid this would make her wild."
"You know, now that you waited so long, it's not gonna look good."
"Yeah, thanks for the brilliant deduction, Watson."
"I have an idea."
"No, no. That's quite all right."
"So my suggestion of telling her while you had your face between her legs wasn't brilliant? Don't scoff."
"Did you forget the size of her quads?"
"She's not going to kill you Faith. But I have serious doubts that 'Jim the Dim' will survive," she added seriously.
"Would you stop? Jim is a nice guy, he's just been unfortunately cast."
"Yeah, well, you're the one that's gotta kiss him anyway. Oh man, I can't wait till you tell her about the bed scene."
"Are you crazy?" Faith felt her palms sweat.
"It's been a while since I saw a good murder, the movies just aren't what they used to be."
"You're twisted you know that? Oh no..." her voice was almost a squeak.
"What's wrong? Faith?"
Reece dropped the script on the bed next to Faith and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Uh, Cor, I gotta go." The gulp was audible.
Cori hung up the phone with a gulp of her own. "Hide the breakables and set up the sofa bed, Violet, we may have a visitor."
* * *
"I can explain why I didn't tell you sooner, babe..."
"Tell me what? Spill it!"
"You don't know?"
"What's the fucking secret, Faith?"
Puzzled, the actress shook her head. "Um, you didn't read the script?"
"Should I have? Is that the only way I'll be able to find out what's been eating at you?" Reece picked up the script and started leafing through it. Faith snatched it away.
"No, I'm sorry. I had something to tell you, and I didn't know how...it's silly really...now it's blown way out of proportion."
"So, if it's so silly, why don't you tell me now?" The club owner was now standing menacingly over the actress.
"I'm afraid ..."