by Larkin Rose
She shut the door and engaged the lock, then led Eve into the living quarters. “Care for something to drink?”
Eve went immediately to the windows, drawn, as everyone was, by the panoramic view of the Thames. “Later. After I work up a sweat.”
That was an invitation if she’d ever heard one. Once again, Jodi swallowed hard. She opened her mouth to respond then realized there wasn’t a verbal response.
She dropped the keys on the coffee table and stalked toward Eve, toward a woman who’d rattled her core with a soft whimper, who’d choked her composure with a helpless cry, and who now was about to do it all in person.
Eve turned slowly. Her body was nothing more than a silhouette against the expanse of glass, and her eyes were hot and smoldering as they bore at Jodi.
Imaginary hands shoved Jodi forward.
She closed the gap and walked Eve backward until she sealed her body against the glass. Eve’s lips parted, expectant, her cinnamon breath ragged, needy.
Jodi lifted Eve’s arms while feathering her fingers along the indentation of her elbow, forearm, stalling at her wrists. She opened her palms against Eve’s and wove their fingers together, then pressed them against the glass as well.
She ducked and placed a kiss against her cheek, along her jawline, lifting her chin with the pressure.
Attuned to Eve’s shallow breaths, Jodi lowered her mouth to her throat, inhaling a rich, floral scent, and slowly thrust against her. She sucked the flesh just beneath Eve’s ear and ground harder, circling back, thrusting again.
Eve whimpered and lifted a leg around Jodi’s hip, meeting her slow grind. “Is this a safe place to have sex?”
Jodi lifted her face from the warm alcove, acutely alerted by Eve’s lips—pouty, full. She wanted to kiss her, wanted to slick her tongue inside that mouth and inhale the cries she’d only been privileged to hear over a phone before now. Respect held her in check. Self-respect. Eve was a client. Not in flesh form, but a client nonetheless.
“Safe for whom?” Jodi avoided her lips, more interested in all the sounds she could make fall from them. She kissed the space just beyond the corner of her mouth, held the spot for several seconds in agony to slip her tongue inside, before moving along the opposite jawline, dropping lower, licking, sucking, marking territory with a wet trail. She couldn’t deny a kiss, but she couldn’t instigate one either.
“Us…people watching.” Eve swallowed and the movement rippled against Jodi’s cheek. She angled her head back to open more flesh for Jodi.
Jodi took the opportunity and nipped. When Eve hissed, she licked away the sting. “The glass is mirrored. No one can see you…us.” She bent her knees, then drove upward.
Eve tightened her grip against Jodi’s hands and released a soft whine, lifting her other leg around Jodi’s hip. She wiggled her fingers free and groped down Jodi’s back, leaving Jodi’s hands flat against the cold window. She pumped slowly against her and finally found refuge with a rough grip on Jodi’s ass cheek. She pulled hard and forcefully and Jodi met her with another solid thrust, driving Eve’s petite body against the surface.
She tugged at Jodi’s shirt while bucking against her. “Get this shirt off. I’m dying to get my tongue on that brick-hard tummy.”
Jodi arched away long enough to drag the shirt over her head. When she looked back to Eve, she lost herself in those fuck-me eyes. She could feel her wall of reserve tremble as Eve thrust and ground, her sights trained on Jodi’s lips.
Jodi slammed against her pussy just as her head moved forward.
Eve whipped back, a guttural groan sliding from her mouth. “Shit, yes!”
Jodi dipped her tongue in the hollow of Eve’s throat, then sucked the indention. She was coming apart, and it felt incredible. Her body was a bundle of flared nerves, stinging as the heat careened through her veins.
The phone was one thing, but having those moans rushing against her face, ringing against her ears, was quite another. Eve was going to rip her apart, one sweet cry after another.
She tightened her grip around Eve’s ass and legs, then stumbled for the bedroom, needing flesh against her tongue, and something soft for Eve to thrash against.
Eve was fisting her hair, her lips locked against Jodi’s neck, when they landed in a heap in the middle of the bed. She looked up at Jodi, her eyes downcast, her breath harsh puffs.
Before she knew Eve had moved, her lips were against Jodi’s.
Jodi expelled a moan, struggling for control, losing the battle before it ever began, and then slipped her tongue into Eve’s mouth.
She was vaguely aware of one of them moaning as she pulled Eve tighter against her body, their tongues invading and exploring and owning.
When Eve hummed against her mouth, it was all Jodi could do to hang on to her sanity. She massaged and kneaded the muscles down Jodi’s side and back then palmed her ass cheeks again, driving Jodi between her legs.
When she pulled free of the kiss, Jodi felt empty, lost without the connection. Eve pushed against her shoulders until Jodi rolled onto her back. Eve followed and straddled her. With a needy expression, Eve lifted her T-shirt over her head, staring down over Jodi like she was already deep inside her. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the material off the bed, then ground down hard against Jodi, her lips slightly parting, her eyes focused. “You sure there’s no girlfriend I should worry about storming home to catch you? I’m not in the mood to share tonight.”
Not that Eve cared about a better half at this particular moment in time. Hell, she’d be tempted to invite the bitch to join them. No fucking way was she going to pass up an opportunity with this gorgeous stallion between her thighs, with a woman she only dreamed up in her mind, who was in the flesh for her taking right now.
Jodi palmed her thighs and drove upward. “No girlfriends. I’m all yours.”
Eve was relieved, yet not relieved at all. Jodi was handsome, a gentleman, had a steady job and a killer condo, yet she hadn’t been snatched out of the sea of sexy women? Eve’s red flag jerked to attention. Maybe she was a womanizer. Or an abuser? Maybe she was a bad fuck. She said a silent prayer the latter wasn’t true. She’d seen it happen before, sadly, firsthand. There was nothing more draining than working up for the best fuck of all times only to have reality ripped from your conscious with a lousy lay.
The way Jodi was driving against her, grinding her pussy into a hot flame, she was doubtful this night would end any other way than with Jodi’s name flying past her lips.
Eve circled her hips and looked down at the grooved stomach muscles between the vee of her legs. Dear God, only in her mind had a woman borne such detailed cuts. She fingered lightly across one, and then reversed across another.
“I thought you were going to lick those.”
“That and more.” Eve licked her lips, wanting Jodi inside her, pumping and slamming into her. “But first, you’re going to get me naked.”
“Is that right?” Jodi whipped Eve onto her back, then fingered the edge of her bra before pulling the lace down to expose a dark nipple.
The sight of Jodi soaking in her naked flesh had goose bumps trailing across Eve’s skin. Her nipple peaked tighter under that penetrating stare.
“What say we work our way to that? Slowly.” Jodi ducked and swiped the tip of her tongue across her pebbled creation.
Eve arched as fire traveled in branches down her body. Her clit pulsed and she ground against Jodi’s leg to ease the burn. Jodi clamped her teeth around her nipple and Eve froze save for a shocked gasp. Tingles sparked across her crotch as Jodi gave a slight tug.
“Don’t move until I say move.”
Her tongue flicked across Eve’s nipple and cream pooled against Eve’s thong. God save her soul, that domination made her so fucking horny. She wanted Jodi to bite down hard, to leave teeth marks in her flesh, to flip her over and fuck her until she begged to come.
Until now, only Lexi had gotten away with such power and only because Eve willingly han
ded her control, leaving her own power aside for those glorious phone calls. But never in person. In her bed, she was still in control. And right now, someone strong, sexy, and fuckable was going to rip it away without daring to ask permission.
“Did that make you horny, Eve?” Jodi rewarded the other breast with as much attention as the first and Eve moaned, yet not daring to press herself around that leg again. Her insides clenched and burned as she struggled not to pump her hips. “You like being controlled?”
Eve fisted her hands when Jodi closed her teeth over her nipple and tugged. When she pulled harder, Eve sucked in a breath, realizing Jodi was demanding an answer. “No.”
Jodi increased the pressure and Eve’s nipple stung with splendid heat. She arched and released a soft cry.
“Don’t move.” Jodi’s teeth clamped tighter.
Son of a bitch, this woman was serious about her rules. Fuck if it wasn’t making Eve a suffering wet mess. She lowered her hips and willed them not to move again though the pressure on her nipple didn’t ease.
Jodi knew she was lying.
Eve clenched her fists tighter, fighting for control of her body. “Yes! I like it. You happy?”
Jodi released her nipple, then wiggled between her legs, wanting to eat Eve alive, wanting inside her, all the way to the fucking core of her. No other woman had ever made such dizzy emotions jumble inside her before. One minute she wanted to stretch out across Eve and make intimate love to her, the next she wanted to rip her apart like a werewolf and fuck her until she passed out. But the fact that Eve sought Lexi’s demands, tossing her power away so freely over the line, left Jodi with no other choice but to give her what she knew she wanted. Her power stripped.
“I know what you want, Eve.” Jodi snagged open the rivet of Eve’s jeans, then leaned down to lick her tanned, flat stomach just above a baby blue thong.
“What? Tell me.” Eve trembled and her fist opened and closed as she raked her nails along the comforter.
Jodi smiled and sucked at her skin before licking a wet path down the faint goodie trail leading into her panties. Eve was struggling. And Jodi would be damned if she showed Eve her own personal fight, how she was crumbling with this sweet skin against her tongue. “You want me to control you. And fuck you.”
“Yes, please. The last first. I’m burning to hell and back.”
“If I fucked you first, what fun would I have dominating you?” Jodi tugged her jeans and thong down around her ass, then thought better of it and pushed them all the way down until they caught and locked around those piss-poor boots. With one final glance at those pleading eyes, she dipped her tongue into the alcove of Eve’s parted thighs, inhaling her scent of arousal.
Lights burst behind her closed lids when Eve cried out. That sound, so raw and unbridled, sent a current of electricity surging through her body.
“Jodi, please just fuck me. Now! We can play the control game later, I swear.” Eve thrust against her face and tangled her fingers into Jodi’s hair.
Jodi whipped upright, wanting to scold her like she would over the phone for disobeying. But she wasn’t on a phone this time. This time, Eve was beneath her, needing her much more than she’d ever needed Lexi. And what a fucking sight she was—her nipples proud and upright, her lean stomach tight with each ragged breath, the exact image she’d seen in her mind when she wanted Eve looking like a two-bit slut.
Eve’s gaze dipped to Jodi’s covered breasts, to her stomach, then flashed back to her face. “Are you gonna fuck me or memorize me?”
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you all right.” Jodi straddled one of her legs and teased her slit, recalling a little secret Eve had shared with her during one of their more intimate nights after Eve had come, when she was in her drained moment. Eve expelled a sigh and her lids fluttered but didn’t close. “But first, I’m going to play…and tease.”
Jodi slicked her finger through juices, teasing to the first knuckle. She added another and did the same, slowly pushing inside her to the second knuckle.
“Oh, yes. Play. Play all you want.” Eve’s body was tight with anticipation, her knees spread wide, her back arched, and those dark nipples straining against the air.
Jodi entered to the palm in a single thrust. When Eve cried out and whipped her head back, Jodi had to close her eyes. She ground down against Eve’s leg, her pussy a candescent ball of fire, her mind consumed with the sound of that cry. How much sweeter, purer, it sounded penetrating her bedroom.
So many nights, so many calls, and so many times, she’d been accosted by that very sound of Eve screaming helplessly, with Jodi unable to touch, or feel, or taste, fighting against the need to join Eve in her erotic moment. A reaction she’d never had to a client.
Now she could. Now she could strip them both naked and fall against her heated flesh. She could take her, violate her, over and over, in every way possible. Eve wanted her, wanted Jodi. Lexi wasn’t at play here. She wasn’t in charge tonight. After this night, she was going to make sure it was Jodi’s face she saw when Lexi coaxed her to a back-arching orgasm.
Jodi opened her eyes and concentrated on Eve’s silky smooth skin, on everything she wanted to do before their night was through. Eve’s confession came back to mind—that she’d never had an internal orgasm.
She wanted to be Eve’s first. She would be her first.
With her thoughts overwhelming, she withdrew to the first knuckle.
Eve relaxed, focused, then reached for Jodi. “There are so many ways to play, to make me come. We can try them all.”
Jodi pushed her back down and warned with a cocked brow.
“I intend to do just that.” Jodi curled a finger up against the spongy surface before Eve could disobey further and stroked with a practiced come-hither motion. Eve sucked in a breath, her eyes wide before fluttering closed. With her other hand, Jodi pressed down against her pelvic bone and thrust her working finger more forcefully.
The motion set Eve on fire, yet trailing close behind was cold and numb. She wasn’t even sure she had feeling in her toes and fingers anymore. The only thing she could concentrate on was the incredible sensation consuming her body, her mind, of Jodi’s determined face, of that finger stroking her somewhere she’d obviously never been touched before—a secret she’d only shared with one person. Lexi.
She slung her head back when Jodi thumbed her clit. Why the hell was she thinking about a phone voice when a real live woman was on her knees between her thighs, doing something Godly to her body?
Jodi pressed harder and added another finger to the majestic strokes, doubling the sensations. Eve dug her head to the side, fisting the comforter. The pressure in her pussy was almost unbearable, gloriously unbearable. When Jodi stroked faster, she grabbed the iron bars on the headboard for leverage.
Jodi ground down against her leg again and moaned. Eve moaned too at the sight of her crotch bearing down on her. This was making Jodi horny, and Eve was without power to assist her. Right now, every muscle in her body was tight as a fist.
Another wave of heat and bliss washed over her and her pussy clenched down hard around Jodi’s fingers. Eve slung her head to the other side and yanked at the bars.
“Jesus, what are you doing to me? I’m…I’m…fuck!” The pressure increased and Eve instinctively clamped her legs together, only to find a solid obstacle in her way—Jodi’s muscled thigh.
Jodi ground against Eve’s leg, faster, harder. “Let it go, Eve.”
Eve bucked, instantly scared to release whatever was threatening to burst. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt—impelling, rushing, pushing, torturous almost, yet not at all.
Jodi stroked harder and Eve practically bent the bars in half with a brutal tug. Her arms were numb, her fingers far past that point, yet she couldn’t let go, couldn’t release the hold on anything solid.
When Jodi’s hips bucked down hard against her leg and her breath hitched, Eve opened her eyes. Jodi’s face was upturned, teeth ground tight, the muscles in he
r neck corded and stressed.
Jodi released a deep, throaty moan. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Jodi coming.
“Fuck.” Jodi spasmed while her hips pumped and circled in demanding drives.
Eve couldn’t look away, enthralled with the hunk coming against her, on her. Then Jodi opened her eyes and trapped Eve in that stable stare. The way she was looking at her, like she knew her, really knew her, her heart, her soul, her fantasies and her deep, dark secrets.
Jodi’s fingers surged upward and Eve cried out in shock. She lost her grip on the ravishing pressure and came in a blinding brilliance of light.
“Oh God! Oh, fuck! Oh, my fucking God!” Her muscles spasmed around Jodi’s fingers tight and fast and hard, closing her insides in painful clamps, only to release the vise as quickly as it tightened.
She knew she was screaming, knew she was bucking and thrashing like a wild mustang, knew she was yanking the bars like a prisoner. But sweet glorious heavens, she was coming so fucking hard.
And then Jodi was between her legs, pinning her thighs apart, lapping and sucking her clit, hungry and moaning, drinking every drop of her, forcing those fingers deep. Eve’s body quivered and pumped while she mewled and thrashed, while her pussy strangled long fingers.
Just when she thought the spasms were going to ignite again, her body jerked forward, then she fell back in a boneless heap on the pillow, sucking in heaping gulps of air until her lungs were satisfied. Jodi climbed up her body and smoothed feather-soft kisses along her chin and throat, her forearms cocooning Eve on either side. Eve didn’t even have the energy to smile at her, not even a simple pleasure-filled moan. She felt drained and empty, yet fulfilled and satisfied beyond recognition.
“You okay?” Jodi stroked damp strands of hair away from Eve’s face.
“Mmmm.” Eve shook her head but wasn’t sure the gesture went past the mental action. She wasn’t sure if she could move any part of her body at all, and right now, she didn’t want to. Lying here, with those soft lips coaxing wet heat against her skin, with feeling prickling back to life along her limbs, was all she wanted.
