by K C Luck
In moments, we are naked and entangled with each other on the sheets of the bed. The deep, heated kisses continue. I don’t think I can ever get enough of her mouth, and yet, my tongue craves another part of her as well. Slipping down her body, I stop at her breasts and suck one and then the other tight nipple. She arches her back at the sensation as she stretches her arms over her head and widens her legs. There is no doubt she wants what I am about to give her and encouraged, I move lower. In a moment, I am poised over her sex, ready to run my tongue along her wetness. “Wait,” she murmurs, and I look up into her face, worried I have misunderstood her desire.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Oh God, no,” she answers. “Just roll over onto your back. I want something a little different.” This excites me even more. Lila's creative lovemaking is something I have already grown to look forward to, and I do as she asks without hesitation. In a moment, she is straddling my chest. Her wet and swollen lips are close to my mouth, and I smile.
“Well, don't make me wait,” I say, my voice husky with need. The idea of her sitting over me as I suck on her clit makes me squirm with my own excitement. Already I am wet just thinking about it.
“If you insist.” She slides up and settles against my mouth while she braces herself by grabbing the headboard. I do not hesitate and slide my tongue inside her. A cry of pleasure escapes her throat as I repeat the movement, once, twice, before sliding to her clit to tease. “Oh Jael, that is such torture.” Encouraged by the sound of wanting in her voice, I start to suck on her clit. Gentle at first, but as she grinds down on my face, I pull harder. Her breathing hitches as the intensity mounts. Her wetness coats my chin, and I take her by the hips to help her stay in place as I suck and tickle before moving my tongue back to her opening and fuck her with it. The heat of my caress is all she needs to come, and as her body shakes, I keep going, wanting to milk the climax out of her. “Oh God, you are fantastic.” Her body quivers, and I feel the throb of her orgasm against my face. For a moment, we stay locked in our embrace, and I hear her breathing start to steady. Still, just when I think she is done, Lila turns her body, carefully changing positions until she is sprawled over my body. Her legs are spread over my face, but now her mouth is poised over my sex too. My clit hardens with anticipation of her mouth on me.
I growl with excitement at the idea of what she wants to do. Never have I been more turned on. My only worry is being able to concentrate on pleasing Lila while being driven crazy by her mouth. Slowly, tentatively, she uses her tongue to part my folds and finds my wetness. The sensation makes me ache, and I reciprocate with an exploration of my own. Lila moans as my tongue glides across her. This will be sweet torture, I already know it, and as her mouth finds my clit, I cannot help but cry out. Panting, I refocus on her body while my own starts to thrum with need. Now, it is my turn to suck on her, and when I do, she grinds her hips down, wanting more. In an instant, our lovemaking becomes frantic.
In only moments, I know I won’t last much longer. As much as I need to make her come, and as much as I want us to climax together, the heat of her mouth on me is too much. “Lila, Jesus, you’re killing me,” I gasp from between her thighs, and she squirms on top of me in response, but does not relent. My hips rise and fall with each draw of her mouth on me. The need to release is building, and only through sheer will power am I able to hold back while I start to lick her again. A whimper from her throat is enough to let me know she is close, too. “Come with me, Lila,” I say between strokes. “I want to feel you while I explode.”
Another moan as she bears down on me harder, her body starting to shake. I work her clit with my tongue while she does the same, and as we find our rhythm, the intense orgasm crashes over us. Lila lifts her head and cries out in sheer pleasure. “Oh my God, I’m coming so hard.” I feel the same as my body throbs in wave after wave from the intensity of my climax. Never have I felt so completely in synch with another woman. I may be ruined forever.
Panting as I try to recover, but wanting to hold her in my arms too, I lift my head. “Please come here,” I say. She turns and then snuggles down beside me. I kiss her forehead, making her smile. “Thank you.” It comes out as a whisper, full of more emotion than I realized. Lila touches my face.
“No, thank you. I needed this. You. More than I realized.”
I smile. “You are everything that I want,” I tell her, and she closes her eyes with a sigh. There is more to say, but for now, I wait. We have time. Zena and the others did not tear us apart today, and perhaps will never try. I savor the moment. Slowly, Lila's breath slows, and I know she is nearly asleep. As I lay wrapped around her, I feel sleep tugging at me too. Before I go under, my mind wanders back to Chloe. Has she ever felt this? An intense connection that takes her breath away? My instincts tell me she has, but if so, something went wrong.
“What are you thinking?” I hear Lila ask surprising me that she is still awake.
I look into her face. “About Chloe, actually. She seems so carefree on the surface, but something else underneath. Sad, maybe?”
Lila is quiet, and I think for a moment, she has fallen asleep after all, but then she sighs. “It’s complicated and not my story to tell,” she finally says. “But you’re right. Chloe is sad. Her heart was broken, but only because of her own doing.” She pauses again, and I think the conversation is over, but she adds a little more. “Everyone in the club has made sacrifices to get where we are, and Chloe is no different. Only her sacrifice was her heart.”
20
The flight to Australia on Chloe’s airline was long, but with Lila's company, and if I have to admit it, Chloe’s as well, the trip was enjoyable. I’ve come to realize Chloe is truly remarkable with all she has accomplished. Her fight to the top after literally starting out running water to miners as a little girl is a captivating story. Not to mention, Chloe is the perfect storyteller. Witty and colorful. Lila, who must have heard Chloe’s history many times before, still clapped her hands in delight when our heroine overcame what would seem insurmountable obstacles. She even showed us, with a laugh, some scars to prove it. Usually, I would be skeptical, yet Chloe's passion is palatable, and the light in her eyes as she recounts facing down gangs ready to kill her over rights to her mine is too real to doubt. All that is missing in her tales is love, yet remembering Lila’s words, it is Chloe’s story to tell.
At last, we arrive and are whisked away to Chloe’s house a few hours outside of Sydney. House is a relative term, as her home is actually a sprawling ranch, Hope’s Vale Station. Although not the biggest cattle-station in the country, it is impressive, and only via helicopter can the size of the place be genuinely appreciated. Having never been to this part of the world, I relish the opportunity to explore, and Chloe is the perfect host, while Lila is the ideal companion. Horseback rides to different corners of the property showcase the diversity of the land. From the lushness of timbered areas along the wide river to the serenity of the pastoral grasslands, and even the cracked clay of the floodplains, I love all of it. To make it even more enjoyable, rather than return to the ‘big house’ every night, Chloe arranges grand tents and supplies for us. Spending those nights around campfires sharing stories, and later sneaking in with Lila so we can make love inside her lavish tent, are more precious than gold to me. Yet, whenever I tried to coax Lila into talking about us, she will not discuss what our future might look like. Frustrating, but I will not insist we face reality. Not yet.
Now, as we are retiring to our tents, and I am making a show of saying goodnight to Lila at the front of hers, I hear someone coming out of the dark. Turning on my heel, I crouch and draw the knife from my belt. “Jesus, Jael,” comes Chloe’s voice. “Don’t stab me with that thing.” She steps into the lantern light cast through the door of Lila’s tent.
I put the knife away. “Don’t sneak around in the dark.”
Chloe snorts a laugh. “Not sneaking. You two are just too distracted to notice anything.” Glancing at Lil
a, I see she looks as confused as I do. “Oh, come on,” Chloe continues. “You two really think I don’t know you’ve been sleeping together every night?”
I’m not sure what to say as Lila puts a hand on my arm. “Were we that obvious?” she asks, and Chloe laughs.
“No, not to everyone. But I’m no fool,” she grins. “I suspected since the train. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Thank you,” I say feeling my appreciation for the woman go up another notch.
“Yeah, yeah,” she says, waving us toward the entrance of Lila’s tent. “Let’s go inside, I have big news.”
Looking at Lila to see if she knows what this is about, she shrugs, and I move to the large flap in the canvas to untie it before pulling the door aside. “Big news?” I ask as Chloe steps by me into the room with her usual confidence. No place is off-limits to her.
“Biggest,” she says tossing a tabloid magazine onto the table. From the cover, a smiling Madison and a beaming Claire stare back at me. “Seems our good friend is going through with it after all.”
Lila moves to the table and snatches up the magazine to flip it open. All I do is shake my head. Zena and the others wanted to get Georgia’s attention, but I doubt tabloid headlines were what they had in mind. Still, the exposure will be worth it in this one case if it lures her in. “Do they say how she proposed?” Lila asks, a romantic twinkle in her eye.
Chloe laughs. “I didn’t read it. Not my cup of tea. Just had my staff watching for any such announcement,” she settles into one of the wooden chairs by the table and leans it back on two legs. “Hit all of social media the minute that story launched. Quite a scoop for that magazine.”
“Madison owns it,” Lila says without bothering to look up from folding back some pages and sitting in another of the chairs. “It says here she asked Claire on home plate at Wrigley Field in Chicago.”
“Hmmm,” Chloe says. “Rings a bell. Of course, I know Chicago, but not sure where that place is.”
“Seems it is a baseball stadium of all things.”
“Baseball?” I ask having heard of the sport, but not familiar with the game. “Kind of an odd choice, isn’t it?”
“Knowing Madison, there is a romantic reason she picked it,” Lila explains. “Oh, and the wedding is to be a very small affair on her ship, the Water’s Edge.” She flips to another page, and then another. “No note on the date, though, just that it will be in the near future.”
The fact we are not in the loop as to the time and date seems strange to me. Certainly, we are expected to attend in some capacity. There must be a plan in play to draw out Georgia DeLane. As I open my mouth to remark on this, I hear Lila’s phone chime from her satchel hanging on a post, with the tone almost synchronized with the one in Chloe’s pocket. I recognize the billionaire’s tone. “Seems we are about to get the details,” Chloe says fishing it out and pressing connect before putting it to her ear. She answers without preamble. “Let me guess, you’re calling to talk headlines?” There is a pause while she waits for a response, then nods. “Yes, they are here.” Immediately, Lila's phone stops ringing, and I know the caller was trying to reach either of them on different lines. Something urgent is up. “Hold on, I’ll put you on speaker,” Chloe continues into the phone.
“Are you sure this is secure?” Madison’s voice asks loud enough for all of us to hear while Chloe sets the phone on the table. I take a seat at another of the chairs.
“Hello, Madison,” Lila answers. “Congratulations to you both.”
“Thank you, but—”
“Middle of nowhere, mate. Jael is here, and we have camped far away from prying ears,” Chloe answers. “Speak your mind.”
“Did you see the headlines?”
“We did,” I say cutting to the chase. “As Lila said, congratulations, but when is the event?”
“Two weeks,” Madison answers. “Seemed no time to waste, and we are keeping it small.”
Lila raises her eyebrows. “Small? And Claire doesn’t mind?”
“Not in the least. Prefers it, thank God.”
Chloe laughs. “Sounds like you got off easy, mate. So, let me guess, Zena wants another meeting? To discuss the strategy around capturing Georgia?”
“In two days,” she answers. “Here in Los Angeles. So, you’ll need to hurry.”
Chloe tips her chair forward and stands. “I’m on it,” she says. “Anything else we need to know?”
“Nothing until the meeting,” Madison responds. “I’ll arrange a car to pick you up at the airport.”
“Thanks,” Chloe says reaching for the phone while glancing at me. “Anything you want to ask?”
I shake my head. “Nothing now.”
“Okay, then.” Chloe moves to disconnect and then pauses. A more solemn look comes into her eyes. “Congratulations, my good friend.”
“Thank you,” Madison replies.
“Give my love to Claire,” Lila chimes in, and I hear the smile in Madison's voice as she tells her she will. Then, the call is disconnected.
“Well, I’m off to make some phone calls,” Chloe says over her shoulder as she departs. “Try to actually sleep tonight. Busy days ahead.”
Then, she is gone, and I wonder at her advice guessing she has made the correct assumption Lila and I spend little time sleeping and more time putting our hands all over each other. It’s exactly what I plan to do again tonight, and I look at her with hunger in my eyes to make sure she knows it. When I see a glimmer of what can only be tears in her look, I get up and kneel beside her chair. Taking her hand, I feel my heart ache at seeing her sadness, already guessing why she is upset.
“Talk to me,” I implore, and she wipes at her eyes with a shake of her head.
“I’m being overly emotional. I’m sorry.”
“No,” I say standing and pulling her to me. She wraps her arms around my waist, her hold surprisingly tight. Almost desperate. There is no way to know what will happen once we leave the refuge of Chloe’s Hope’s Vale Station. Zena has yet to send word of any decisions about my reassignment. Perhaps she is waiting until we meet in person again, and this makes me even more nervous. Zena is the type of woman who would never hide behind an email to deliver something bad. It will be in person.
“Take me to bed,” I hear Lila whisper into my chest, and I kiss the top of her head. A tingle runs through me, even in the face of what could be a dire future. No woman has ever made me feel more alive or desired. I want our sex to be special tonight, and as I try to think of how, Lila pulls back. “I have a request.” Curious, I raise my eyebrows. Evidently, Lila wants this to be special too.
“What is it?”
She steps away from me and goes to her small suitcase on the stand near the bed. Reaching inside, she removes a box and takes something out of it. At first, I don’t see what she holds, so I come nearer. “I arranged a discreet purchase since we've been staying with Chloe,” she murmurs, and then I see what she holds. A strap-on. “And I want you to fuck me with this.” A rush of desire runs through me. Although I’ve worn them before many times, the thought of taking Lila with one is thrilling. A throb starts between my legs, even imagining what we are about to do.
With a smile, I take the toy from her. “I could want nothing more.”
21
I am already in the bed waiting for her when she comes to me. A propane lamp flickers a warm glow from the wooden nightstand beside the bed. All I have pulled over me is a thin white sheet as it is summer in Australia and a hot night. There is no doubt she can clearly tell what I am wearing. As she stands in the doorway of the tent’s small bedroom, her eyes travel to the rise in the sheet, and she pauses. I watch as she licks her lips, and anticipation lights up her eyes. Our sex so far is the best I’ve ever experienced, but somehow, I know tonight will be more intense. For her to go to the trouble to get me this toy… I have never felt more turned on or more wanted.
She is wearing her navy and gold kimono robe, something she puts on before
bed every night, but tonight she has left it open. Inside the gap, I see a hint of burgundy and the shimmer of silk. As she moves closer, the fabric moves, and more is revealed to show me a corset and garters holding up black stockings. Now it is my turn to lick my lips. “I think you’ve been shopping for more than this strap on,” I murmur, and she tilts her head. The look is coy, and a playful smile crosses her face.
“I thought we should both have something special to wear tonight,” is her answer. “Do you mind?”
I chuckle. “I definitely don’t mind. Come here.” As I pull the sheet aside to invite her in beside me, she shrugs off the robe dropping it to the floor, and for a moment, I only stare. Her body is perfectly accented by the curves of the hourglass shape, lifting her breasts and narrowing her waist. I wanted her before, desire pulsing through me while I waited, but now it takes all my willpower to not forcefully pull her into the bed with me. Everything tells me she wants to take this slow, and I will do anything to give her what she wants.
Her eyes meet mine, and I see a sudden seriousness mixed in with the passion. “I plan to keep you up all night, Jael,” she says climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees. “This night needs to last forever.” At this, I sober a little too. I know why she feels that way, and I feel the same. Anything can happen after tonight. Zena's action is still unknown. Georgia DeLane is still on the loose. So many unpredictable elements, which makes this night all the more important to relish every moment. It might be our last.
I nod as Lila moves to straddle my legs, taking the shaft of the strap on in her hands. “Then that is what we will do,” I tell her before sucking in a breath as she applies downward pressure against my already sensitive clit. Unable to suppress a moan while she moves the base gently side to side over me, I watch her bite her lip.