by Haley Cass
Darkened blue eyes blinked up at her, and Charlotte pounced. Bracing her hands on either side of Sutton’s hips, she bent down to press her lips right above the waistband of her underwear. The touch was light and made Sutton’s hips jerk up at her.
Closing her eyes to ward off her own arousal – as if she could – Charlotte planted open-mouthed kisses up Sutton’s stomach, feeling the muscles under her soft skin tremble in each place she touched. God, she had no idea how in the world any woman at that crazy speed dating event would have left without trying to take Sutton home.
But she’d meant it when she’d said that their loss was her gain; she just hadn’t known at the time how much of a gain it was.
She pressed her lips to the curve of Sutton’s breast as she slid her hand up to cup the other one, feeling the full weight in her hand. When she licked her tongue in a circle around her dusky pink nipple, she felt Sutton’s hands slide into her hair once more, making her close her eyes as those long fingers twisted into her locks. And then when Sutton tugged her down slightly, urging her to move faster, Charlotte groaned as she complied, sucking on her as she ran her fingertips over the tip of her other breast before pinching it.
Sutton’s moans above her were like music to her ears as she laved attention on her chest. When Sutton’s hips started thrusting up against hers, Charlotte ground back down against her, moaning herself at the pressure.
She gave Sutton’s nipple another broad lick, feeling her shiver, before she ducked to place kisses along the lightly freckled skin of her chest. And it took her a moment before she registered that Sutton’s hands weren’t pulling her closer, but were instead pushing.
Confused, and feeling more than a little hazy from her own desire, she pulled back and searched Sutton’s face. “What? What is it?”
In the small corner of her mind that was still thinking logically, she thought that this would be the moment that it was done. Sutton had decided they’d gone far enough, and this was it.
She thought she’d see some sort of fear or uncertainty in her eyes, but was instead met with a look so heated it stole her breath. Sutton groaned – this time in frustration – as she tugged at the strap of Charlotte’s tank top, “I, um, I want this off,” her voice was somehow both assertive and questioning.
“Is that all?” she teased. Pushing herself up to bring her hands to the bottom of her tank top, she quickly pulled it over her head.
Her bra was still on, though, and she hesitated for a moment because she desperately wanted to feel all of Sutton’s body on her own. But she shook her head slightly at herself; this was not about her. She was not going to make this in any way about her orgasming from Sutton or her long fingers that Charlotte were sure could – no. Just, no.
She felt a shiver run down her spine at the way Sutton pushed herself up onto her elbows to get a better look at her. And there was a lustful look in her eyes, but also one akin to wonder that was so utterly flattering in a way that was uniquely Sutton.
She found it strangely charming, especially in a moment like this where she didn’t know how often she’d been “charmed” by someone in this state.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Sutton breathed out, before flushing – and the fact that she was doing that even as she was in Charlotte’s bed was truly like a bonus – as though she couldn’t believe she’d let those words fall out.
“Thank you, darling,” she whispered back, as she slid her hands to rest on either side of Sutton’s head and leaned down. Their stomachs pressed together in a smooth slide, especially as she felt Sutton’s shake slightly as she inhaled.
She moved so that she was kneeling on either side of Sutton’s thigh, before she pressed her leg slowly up between Sutton’s. The wet lace brushed against her, and heat pooled in her center as Sutton gasped.
Grinding her leg slowly against her, she bent down so that she could press a series of kisses down Sutton’s jaw, before she reached her lips. And she leaned in enough to brush their mouths together, breathing the same heavy air, as Sutton’s hips started working in a slow matching rhythm with her, murmuring, “You’re very beautiful, Sutton.”
She dipped down enough so that she could place a deep but brief kiss, getting Sutton’s taste on her lips again, before she drew back enough to look at her face. Wide blue eyes stared up at her as her mouth remained open with gasping breaths, and God, Charlotte could not have fathomed this would be how her night would have ended up.
Bringing her hand down, she guided it up Sutton’s abdomen before settling on her breast, kneading there for a moment. Reveled in the way Sutton arched her back toward her.
She shuddered when Sutton’s hips jerked up against her pelvic bone and ground down as her hands moved to tentatively stroke down her back. Fuck, Charlotte wanted Sutton’s touch too much. It would be so, so simple to lose herself in it – in this easy chemistry that was only building by the second – and forget herself.
Forget that this wasn’t a hookup or a night of fun or just a night of wild sex. This was a night to make Sutton come so hard she didn’t have to think about trying to be with other women or about whatever shitty experiences she’d had with men.
So, she handled it by reaching back to take Sutton’s hands. Even though she very much missed them on her, she pulled them away. Instead she brought them above Sutton’s head, pressing them into the pillows. She pulled back to look at the confused look in Sutton’s eyes, before she demanded, “Keep them there. And lift your hips for me.”
She brought her hands back down, sliding her leg back even as a whimper left Sutton at the loss of contact. Charlotte tucked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear and tugged them down. Sutton was soaked and Charlotte couldn’t even be surprised; she was still wearing her shorts and underwear, and she was just as wet.
She had short, trimmed red curls and those long legs tried to close as Charlotte licked her lips and took her time looking at her. Rather than tell her not to, Charlotte scratched her nails lightly over Sutton’s inner-thigh, remembering the way she’d jerked and shuddered earlier from it. She felt victorious when this had an even better reaction, a whimper tearing from the back of Sutton’s throat as her legs jerked even farther open.
This time, though, she didn’t have the dress to stop her from moving up, brushing her fingers over Sutton’s slit. A groan worked its way up and out of her throat as Sutton’s wetness coated her fingers easily. She slid up to circle her clit, making Sutton buck up at her before she moved back down and slid two fingers into her.
Curling them, she ducked back down and started to move slowly, deeply, loving the way Sutton’s walls pulled at her as uneven breaths broke over Sutton's lips.
“You’re so wet for me, darling,” she breathed out, unable to stop herself, because fuck, she loved it. She loved the way Sutton’s body reacted to her, the way she squeezed tightly around her fingers, the way her hands clutched tightly at Charlotte’s bed.
She especially loved the moans that were making their way out of Sutton’s throat, and Charlotte pressed open-mouthed kisses there, lightly sucking on her skin. Not enough to bruise, but enough that she was sure Sutton could really feel her. God, even her smooth, warm neck tasted good under her lips, and she sighed against her, pumping her fingers in and curling up every so often. Every time, Sutton's hips thrusted hard up at her, and this delicious groaning whine sounded in the back of her throat. She couldn't get enough.
As soon as she brushed her thumb over Sutton’s clit, she knew that it wasn’t going to be long for her first orgasm to hit. She could feel her walls clamping tighter around her, and so she rubbed her thumb faster in circles, moving her mouth up to right behind Sutton’s ear.
She licked there and heard Sutton cry out, as she whispered, “Come for me, darling. I want to feel you.”
And as if her words were the magic touch, Sutton was clamping down around Charlotte’s fingers tightly, a cry that she muffled by biting her lip leaving her that left Charlotte shaken to the core
with desire. She’d honestly had no idea how unfathomably turned on she would get just from this.
From the sounds of Sutton under her and around her, feeling her wetness and hearing the gasps for breath she was making as she quaked from light aftershocks. It wasn’t the most powerful orgasm, Charlotte knew. No, that was the orgasm she’d had because she hadn’t had sex in a long while, and even before, she’d said it hadn’t been very good.
Still, she pulled back enough to look down at Sutton, taking in her disheveled hair and completely debauched look under her. And the small spark of mischief inside of her was only fanned when Sutton opened wide, dazed blue eyes, as she bit her lip, “I – um, I. You’re still in me,” her whisper was a little hoarse, and the sound of it shot straight into Charlotte's core.
She sounded so mystified, and Charlotte both wanted to laugh and to fuck Sutton within an inch of her life.
A chuckle left her as she flexed her fingers that were, indeed, still inside of her. The blue eyes that had been watching her clouded over as her head fell back onto the pillow. Charlotte moved so that her face was right above Sutton’s so she could nuzzle her nose into Sutton's cheek, pressing a kiss against her skin, as she answered, “I am, yes. That’s the beauty of what it’s like to be with a woman.”
She slid her fingers out before pushing a third one in, reveling in the way Sutton stared up at her as she started to thrust. This time, she moved faster than before, loving how wet she was and the sound it made as she pumped her fingers, moaning under her breath at how damn good Sutton felt.
And she couldn’t help herself. When Sutton flexed her leg as Charlotte’s fingers curled and hit the right spot inside of her, she pressed down and ground against her thigh. Even the friction through her shorts felt amazing, because she wanted almost nothing more than to work herself into orgasm at the same time that she pushed Sutton into another one.
Her breath was coming shorter as her arousal spiked and she debated whether or not she should go down on Sutton this time or save it for the next time – because she would have a taste of her before this opportunity was gone. Sutton smelled so good, and she had no doubt that she would taste amazing. God, she wanted to have those thighs wrapped around her head as she made Sutton come in her mouth.
The decision that she was going to have to wait for that was made without her when she felt one of Sutton’s long legs wrap around her waist. Because there was no way she was going to remove that long, toned leg from where it wrapped around her and held her close, not when that was also something she'd imagined several times. Her fingers worked into Sutton even deeper, into all of that heat, as she was pulled almost impossibly closer.
She was almost as shocked by Sutton’s boldness as she was even more turned on by it.
Her mouth fell open in painfully undisguised arousal when Sutton whimpered out, “H-harder," as she dug her head back into Charlotte's pillow, sucking on her bottom lip, as if that made any of the sounds she couldn't stop any quieter.
“Shit,” she murmured, because was Sutton trying to kill her? Pressing her hips down against her thigh, she used her other leg to back up her hand as she worked it into Sutton even harder. She pounded into her now, sliding Sutton up just a bit in her sheets, and she thought she might have gone too hard for a moment.
Before Sutton responded, with her back arching up toward Charlotte, cries in the back of her throat mingling with Charlotte’s name echoing off of her bedroom walls. She nipped her teeth into Sutton’s neck, moaning herself, and this time she might have left a mark; she wasn't entirely sure. She made her way down, sucking and licking and pressing kisses, far enough so that she could wrap her lips around her nipple.
Sutton swore loudly just as Charlotte could feel the leg that was wrapped around her waist start to shake. She knew Sutton was about to come again, even harder than before, even before her walls clamped down and started to pulse around her.
Charlotte slowed just a bit, gentling her thrusts as Sutton's peak hit, working Sutton through her orgasm. The sounds Sutton made softened to whimpers and her eyes closed tightly, wrapped up in the sounds and the feeling and the smell of Sutton all around her.
It would be so easy, she thought as she slowed the grinding of her hips. As soon as Sutton would give her a few well-directed strokes, Charlotte would easily come for her. It had been months since she’d had an orgasm given by anyone else, and even aside from that – she was so damn wet right now, so turned on from touching Sutton and making her shake and moan and come, she would orgasm within a few minutes.
She stroked her thumb lightly over Sutton’s clit, and felt her entire body twitch as she slowly pulled out her fingers. They glistened with Sutton's wetness, and she didn't think twice before she brought them to her mouth. The taste of Sutton on her fingers only made her hunger for a taste of her even more, as well as make Charlotte feel the need to come even more, her center tightening on nothing, soaking her underwear.
It was truly a Herculean effort for her to stop herself from continuing to grind down into her, and to swing her leg back over Sutton’s so that she removed the temptation from herself. Which, actually, wasn’t even entirely true, because Charlotte was seriously tempted to touch her damn self. Right there and then, with a freshly fucked Sutton right next to her.
All right, so that might have been a part of the appeal.
Biting her lip to muffle a groan, Charlotte looked at Sutton. Who was still breathing heavily, with one arm strewn over her head and the other resting lax over where she’d been clutching at the sheets. Her chest was heaving, breasts moving with each inhale and Charlotte licked her lips.
“Are you okay?”
She had no idea when the last time was that she’d asked that to any woman she slept with. Then again, she’d never been friends with anyone she’d slept with, either, so perhaps she’d been a bit more callous in her regard for their emotional well-being.
Sutton hummed in the back of her throat, and Charlotte’s lips quirked into a smirk. She couldn’t help but feel self-satisfied, the feeling rolling through her warm and thick. Which seemed crazy, even as she was feeling ridiculously, physically unsatisfied at the same time.
Releasing a slow breath between her teeth – because she was so tempted to do something like guide Sutton’s hand that was resting on the bed between them – she scooted a bit farther, toward the edge of the bed.
Self-control was something she prided herself on. And if she wanted to touch Sutton even more tonight, which she did, she was going to need every ounce of it that she had.
She’d never held back like this during sex before, and she wondered if – she frowned, turning her head a bit toward her bedroom door. Eyebrows coming together in confusion, she sat up a bit, hair tumbling over her shoulder.
That was definitely the sound of her apartment door opening.
Frowning, she flicked her gaze back to Sutton, who hadn’t seemed to hear anything just yet. Which was probably good. She lowered her voice into a whisper, reaching out to stroke back a lock of soft red hair from Sutton’s warm cheek, smoothing it onto the pillow, “I’ll be right back.”
She could already hear the muffled voices slightly through her door as she climbed out of her bed and tugged on the robe she had hanging on the closet. Resolutely, she didn’t look back at Sutton, because… Sutton Spencer was spread out naked on her bed, and she was leaving her room.
On top of – or maybe because of – the fact that she was ridiculously turned on, Charlotte was very easily frustrated as she stepped out of her room and promptly closed the door. She crossed her arms and walked swiftly down the hall.
Only to find Dean and Caleb peeking in her kitchen, just starting to pull off their jackets. Dean spotted her first.
“Hey! We figured we’d stop by on our way back from the theater, especially since you were all grumpy about Sutton being busy.”
“I wasn’t grumpy.” She’d been concerned. “And you two need to leave.”
Before they real
ized what exactly was going on, and definitely before Sutton did.
Dean looked her up and down, narrowing his eyes. “We thought we’d be saving you from slaving over your paperwork all night. But apparently you’ve already finished?”
Caleb chuckled, reaching out to tug at the collar of her robe. “What, did you finish your paperwork and then go straight to bed? It’s barely eleven. What are you, eighty? Speaking of eighty-year-olds, Grandmother released another statement today about your campaign.”
She rolled her eyes so hard it nearly hurt as she pushed her elbow into his stomach, just hard enough to make him oof, and step back. “Of course I saw it, Caleb.”
It had been a sly, snide dig at Naomi’s campaign, which Charlotte had appreciated. And normally, she would love to talk politics with her brother and Dean. In fact, it was something she did nearly every day, and never got bored.
But it was not something she was going to do when she had Sutton, naked, in her bed, and she’d yet to get a taste of her. In fact, the only good thing about this impromptu visit, that she could see, was that she was rapidly losing that sharp edge of arousal that had nearly taken her over.
“I’m being serious, you two need to go. And you don’t have keys to let yourselves in when I’m home.” Her voice was sharper than it typically ever was on the topic.
They definitely took notice, and for a moment, Caleb looked confused. Before his face lit up into a mischievous grin. “Wait a second. It’s too early for you to be in bed . . . unless, you’re in bed with someone else.”
“Ah, it all makes sense.” Dean snapped his fingers. “This is the most stressful time of your life so far, really, with the campaign, and your usual stress relief management has been off the table – so to speak – for a while. Sutton has been your distraction –”
“And tonight she was busy, so…” Caleb finished for him. “You could have just told us.”
