by K T Grant
Kennedy burst out laughing. “You have an interesting way with words. It must be the language barrier.”
Marella’s shoulders relaxed, and she finally let go, leaving her phantom touch on Kennedy’s thigh. She made a fist on her lap, tempted to caress Marella’s face.
Their intimacy had vanished. Conversation around them had become too loud, with the arrival of a new group of patrons, and the space too crowded. She could thank the other woman for the company and go back to her room alone. But she’d only spend the rest of the evening obsessing over work.
It had been a long time since had done something daring. The last time it had been the biggest mistake of her life, leading to years of guilt and shame. She hoped this next step wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass.
“Have you ever stayed here or seen the inside of one of the rooms?”
“I’ve never stayed here. My home is less than twenty minutes outside the city.” Marella lifted her shot to her mouth.
She snagged Marella’s wrist before she drank. “I have a huge corner room with a view of the marina. Why don’t you come up with me to check it out?”
Marella’s eyes widened. Then a small smile appeared. “I would love to.” She transferred her shot to her other hand and lowered the arm Kennedy still held. “A toast to new friendships, elskan.”
“Elskan?”
“It’s a term of endearment, like ‘sweetie’ or ‘darling.’” She tapped her glass to Kennedy’s and tossed back the drink.
Much better than being called babe. She mouthed the strange word then drank her shot. As the smooth as silk vodka slid down her throat, a warm prickling spread through her body, making her anxious for privacy to get to know her new friend.
CHAPTER THREE
“The key to my room doesn’t work. Maybe it’s a sign.” Kennedy slapped the side of her leg in frustration as she backed into the wall for balance. Vertigo set in, either from the alcohol she’d ingested or the nervousness coursing through her.
“You’re all thumbs. Let me have the key.” Marella tucked the bottle of wine under her arm and took the electronic key, holding it up to the pad with ease. After a second or two, the green light came on. “The signs are in our favor.” She opened the door and entered with Kennedy behind.
Marella inserted the key in the slot in the wall, and the lights in the main area came on. Kennedy waited near the bathroom, watching the other woman inspect the room with the remains of the bottle of wine they had shared under her arm.
“I can’t believe you brought the wine. If I have another glass, I’ll fall asleep.” She braced against the wall near the bathroom.
Marella set the bottle near the small shelf over the mini refrigerator. “This cost me two hundred US dollars, so you bet I took it.”
Kennedy chuckled but continued hugging the wall.
Marella walked to the window and looked outside, hands folded behind her. “You do have a nice view. Too bad the night isn’t clear enough to see some stars. From my house, you can see the Northern Lights.”
“I would like to see them before I leave,” Kennedy admitted.
Marella turned with her arms still behind her back, presenting a fantastic view complete with nipples poking through her shirt. She didn’t wear a padded bra, unlike her. “When do you return home?” She stepped closer.
“Saturday evening,” Kennedy said, swallowing.
“You should make most of your time while you’re here. There are a few tours I can recommend.” Marella stopped a few steps away, tugged off her rings, and set them next to the wine bottle.
“Why are you doing that?”
“So they don’t get caught.” Marella presented a sneaky grin. “But the barbell in my mouth stays.”
Her face felt on fire. “Does the barbell…um…is it pleasurable?”
“For me? Not so much, but my past partners enjoyed it, especially when I tickled their breasts and nipples with my tongue. Some had better orgasms when I used it on their clit while eating them out.” Marella swept her knuckles down Kennedy’s cheek. “Interested in finding out what my barbell can do for you?”
“Isn’t that why you’re here?” She closed her eyes and rubbed her inner thighs together. She was already wet. A first.
Marella’s face dipped in near, her breath brushing Kennedy’s mouth. “Don’t be nervous. We can take it slow. We have all night.”
She shuddered when Marella set her face in the crook of her neck and drew her hands up under Kennedy’s hoodie and tank.
“May I touch you under your bra?” Marella left a soft kiss on the side of her neck.
“Yes.” She expelled a loud breath and nibbled her bottom lip.
Marella unclipped her bra with ease then came back around and skimmed under her gaping bra to cup her breasts. She sighed as Marella swept her thumbs in circles on her nipples, causing them to tighten more.
“Nice?” Marella continued her erotic play.
“Yes.” Her head dug into the wall behind her as Marella’s tongue flicked her throat. She finally set her hands on Marella’s waist, drawing her in close.
Marella plucked on Kennedy’s swollen nipples, making her squirm. She spread her legs wide to relieve the pressure expanding in her core.
Marella snickered and claimed her breast in a tight grip. “I’ll take good care of you.” She kissed Kennedy’s chin and glided her hand down her stomach, dipping inside her pants and underwear to cup her between her legs.
She rose onto her toes the moment warm fingers touched her throbbing pussy. It took her forever to get aroused with a partner or even when she masturbated. How could she be so close to climaxing?
She licked her lips and moaned when Marella flexed her fingers on her mound.
“Take off your top. While I finger you, I’ll suck your breasts.” Marella kept her mouth on Kennedy’s chin.
“You’re not going to kiss me?” Kennedy gasped as Marella shifted her hand between her legs near the crack of her ass. “Oh my god, I never—” She rocked her hips forward. No one had touched her there like that!
“If you do what I say, you’ll get your kiss.” Marella dropped her mouth under her ear. “It might not be on your mouth at first. Ever have a tongue in your pucker?”
Her eyes shot open. She was so aroused she could barely stand. “No, never.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” Marella petted her curls, rubbing her nails in the prickly bush. “Take off your top, and you’ll get a reward.”
After throwing her hoodie and everything else underneath in a heap on the floor, she locked her gaze on Marella’s flushed face and glistening lips.
“Good.” Marella rubbed her nose on Kennedy’s cheek. Her thumb inched its way into her slit, rooting through her bush and locating her clit. She grazed her finger over the throbbing muscle, causing a sharp friction to settle in her gut.
Braced against the bathroom doorway, she rocked against Marella’s hand.
Marella ran her lips down her cheek and throat, sweeping her tongue over her collarbone and finally landing on the top of her breast. She set Kennedy’s hand on top of her head. She circled the nipple with the tip of her tongue, and raised her eyes.
“Pull my hair as hard as you want. But if you let go, I stop. Understand?” Her deep purr made Kennedy’s core clench. If she didn’t push her fingers inside her and soon, she would start begging.
“Yes. Make me come. I need to so bad.” She twined her fingers in the short strands, wishing the woman had longer hair. She would have loved to twist it around her wrist, enjoying Marella’s gasp of pain and pleasure as she reached her own peak.
Marella responded by flattening her tongue on her breast and flicking upward, the metal barbell scraping her sensitive nerves, making her pussy twitch and dampen more.
She locked her legs around Marella’s hand as she tried to relax her inner muscles. The tenser she became, the harder it would be to orgasm. She arched upward, moaning as Marella suckled her nipple
with loud slurps and pops. Her fingers, slick with Kennedy’s juices, stroked her clit so fast that pleasure blended with pain.
“I need to come,” she whispered, so close to the edge but craving more to reach her salvation.
Marella sucked down on her breast, her teeth jabbed her skin hard enough to leave a mark. Then, three lubricated digits coasted inside her tight channel, burrowing in deep to curve upward. She found the oh so wonderful, but not that easy to find spot and compressed it. Kennedy’s bones turned to mush.
“That’s it!” A hiss left her mouth as Marella massaged her G-Spot with each thrust of her fingers. Kennedy jerked down, making her fingers embed further. A zing of pleasure zapped her inside, and a surge of fluid wet her inner thighs.
“You’re a gusher, huh?” Marella rotated her hand, pressing her thumb near the crack of Kennedy’s ass to rub the furred muscle.
She rocked once, then twice, completely undone. Her heartbeat blew out her ears as her inner muscles clamped down and she let go. Waves of intense, brutal pleasure walloped her. She coasted on the sensations, the fierce throbbing and rolling surge bringing tears to her eyes. Marella continued her onslaught with her mouth on her breast and her fingers causing mischief in her cunt.
When it was over, she rolled her head on the wall, a smile tickling her lips. Marella lifted her head, and, with the back of her hand, wiped her mouth. She then removed her hand, leaving Kennedy slightly sore and still aching below. She sniffed her fingers then rubbed her fingers together.
She shifted away from the wall, growing aroused again at the sight. “What are
you—”
Marella grabbed her head and dropped her mouth on Kennedy’s, sucking and licking with such a hunger that she couldn’t catch her breath. She tried to soften the kiss, but Marella drove the intensity to suit her needs. Her tongue slipped inside, searching and invading while her mouth took.
Kennedy inhaled through her nose, lightheaded from the forceful kiss. She inserted her tongue inside Marella’s mouth, gasping as Marella changed the tempo and slowed down, but not before circling her tongue around Kennedy’s, finally sweeping the inside of her cheeks. With one last suck, she broke off the kiss.
Marella’s gaze zoned in on Kennedy, full of heat and passion. Panic coasted up her back. Never had anyone looked at her like they wanted to consume her.
“What now?” Her nipples still stood at attention, as if reaching for more attention.
Marella molded her palms around Kennedy’s breasts and rolled her tongue between her teeth. “We’re going to get naked and lie on the bed. Then I’ll eat you out from cunt to ass. Sound good?”
She was stunned but completely turned on.
“But what about you? Don’t you want me to return the favor?” Excitement flowed through her veins at the idea of having Marella at her sexual mercy.
“Later. I want to devour you before it’s too late.” Marella plucked her nipples and then pushed her toward the bed.
“Don’t you mean before it gets late?” She backed away, pursued. “You can stay—”
Marella kissed her again as she tugged down her pants to her knees. “No more talking. Now get naked.”
Marella stretched her horizontal on the mattress and took off Kennedy’s pants and underwear. Her shoes and socks followed. She started to cover herself, but Marella pressed her hands down, leaning over her with unfocused, passion-filled eyes.
“Don’t move. Keep your hands still.” She stroked Kennedy’s cheek as Kennedy’s eyelids flickered. She closed her eyes and turned her face to the side as Marella stroked down her front until she reached her still throbbing pussy.
“Such a pretty bush. Not a fan of waxing?” She spread Kennedy’s legs open.
“I trim.” She didn’t feel like explaining her grooming habits. She wanted more action.
“Move up higher on the bed and lie on your stomach. I’ll be with you in a second.” She kissed Kennedy’s stomach, licked a line down her navel, stopping at the edge of her curls, and inhaled.
She arched her hips, but received a slap on her flank.
“Why’d you do that?” She rose up on her elbows, but Marella thrust two fingers inside her. Her head fell back on her shoulders, and she moaned.
“For not listening to me. If you want more of this.” Marella pumped her hand. “Do what I say and lie on your stomach.”
The urge to say, “yes, mistress” pricked the tip of her tongue. She never engaged in rough play or any type of BDSM, but then again, she had only been intimate with two people, and both partners erred on the side of caution. Stirred by the idea of Marella tying her to the bed or maybe even spanking her ass, she rolled over and spread her legs for her aggressive lover.
“Very good.” The sexy purr made Kennedy fist the sheet to stop humping the bed. But it was a lost cause when Marella’s licked down the middle of her back, stopping at the curve of her ass. Her tongue circled and then dipped, almost slipping in between her cheeks. She flinched and lifted her ass. Never in a million years would she have expected someone to literally kiss her ass or lick such a taboo place.
Marella stopped and shifted away. Anticipation rose, and the swirling need in Kennedy’s belly joined the pulsing ache deep within her cunt. She stretched her arms over her head and curled her fingers around the top of the mattress, bracing for the wicked tongue lashing Marella would give her.
The mattress dipped near Kennedy’s hips. When fingers traced the teardrop tattoo, Kennedy opened her eyes and turned her head. Marella knelt naked before her. Her wide, oval breasts would overflow Kennedy’s hands. A diamond star ring in her navel showcased her flat stomach. Her mound was hidden from view, to her disappointment. Other than the cursive font tattoo on the inside of her right wrist, her body was unmarred by ink.
“You have a tattoo. You don’t seem the type.” Marella continued to stroke there.
“It’s to remember a friend who died.” An image of the woman she loved flashed through her head, dampening her arousal.
Marella ran her hand up and down Kennedy’s back. “A wonderful tribute. Just like mine for my family.”
“Something we have in common. Loss.” She started to turn on her side, but Marella flattened her palm on her back and bent toward her.
“This isn’t the time for sadness. Let’s celebrate life.” She pressed her lips on Kennedy, who opened her mouth. Marella responded by dipping her tongue in once, and then twice, ending things before they became too out of control.
Kennedy then fell back on her stomach and lowered her cheek to the mattress. “Make me forget.”
“I’ll do more than make you forget.” She nipped Kennedy’s earlobe. “I’ll make you lose your mind.”
“Then I’ll do the same.”
“Oh yeah.” Marella used her teeth to nip, making Kennedy jerk. Soon she became slick again, her pulse mounting to a fever pitch that made her want to scream.
Marella stroked the back of her thighs, curling her fingers around them and pressing her face between them. Something tweaked the tip of her clit. A moan escaped her. Marella lapped away with incredible precision. Her fingers traced the sides of her pussy, teasing and tormenting with soft touches, causing Kennedy to bow back, strung tight, aching all over.
“You taste so clean…so fresh. I wonder if you taste the same here.” One of Marella’s fingers scooted upward and probed between Kennedy’s ass cheeks.
“Oh…shit.” Small eruptions brought forth an onslaught of sensations she couldn’t control, the evidence of her arousal splashing Marella’s mouth.
“Hmmm, more.” She stuck her tongue in Kennedy’s cunt, thrusting two fingers inside her lubricated tunnel. Her muscles milked Marella’s fingers, and she braced down, yelling out Marella’s name as a finger rubbed her asshole and then skimmed to her pussy, coating the finger in her wet folds and then back again to prod her ass with tender care.
“Stop teasing me!” She rocked in Marella’s mouth, ready to accept her finger in he
r ass. Embarrassment forgotten, she tried to reach out, but then her orgasm rocketed through her. Dark spots filled her vision, and she closed her eyes, the pounding in her head sweeping away every rational thought.
She then she lost her breath, almost suffocating as Marella dropped her mouth and tongue on Kennedy’s ass crack and laved the area with her wiggling tongue and deep sucks.
“Ahh!” She thrust her ass in Marella’s face, rocking back and forth, her chest rubbing the bedding. Her entire body trembled with vibrations as she fell victim to the wonders of a darting tongue and mouth in an area she never knew could spark so much pleasure.
When the turbulence invading her began to dissipate, her body twitched, and she drew in deep breaths. So involved with her recovery, she didn’t notice Marella leave her. Every part of her was pulp, numb, but with a sensation of drifting away. Not that she wanted sleep, far from it, but she felt drowsy and utterly relaxed.
Marella returned and turned her onto her back. She ran her hand down Kennedy’s face, pausing to cup her cheek. Kennedy smiled and flicked her bottom lip. Marella slanted her mouth over Kennedy’s and sucked. She tasted minty and clean.
“I used your mouthwash. Hope you don’t mind.” She peppered kisses on Kennedy’s mouth.
“I don’t mind at all.” Her face warmed as she thought of what the other woman had done to her with her mouth and tongue, and where. “Does this mean more kissing from you?”
“Maybe not in your ass, but here”—Marella cupped Kennedy’s breast—“and here”—then her pussy—“and definitely more here.” She sucked down hard on Kennedy’s mouth.
She took over the kiss, prodding her tongue and circling, much like Marella had done. Marella groaned and curled her arms around Kennedy’s head, but she straddled Marella and rubbed her mound on her smooth pussy.
Catching sight of Marella’s bare-of-hair pussy, her arousal bubbled over. Marella licked her lips and squeezed her breasts. She jutted her hips up, an obvious invitation.
“Now it’s my turn.” In temptress mode, she lowered her head to Marella’s satisfaction. Her experience may be limited, but she had a goal in mind, something to take back with her when she returned to her humdrum life.
