Trauma Alert

by Radclyffe

  “I’m wound too tight for you to do that,” Beau said. “I’m not going to come before I even get you naked.”

  Ali licked the mark she’d left on Beau’s throat. “Then you’d better get to work, because I can’t stop touching you.”

  “Lie back. Let me do this.”

  “If that’s what you want,” Ali said, feeling her skin heat in anticipation.

  “Oh, it’s definitely what I want.” Slowly, as if exposing a fragile treasure, Beau guided the pants over Ali’s hips, down her thighs, and off. Kneeling, she took Ali in for the first time. Ali was more slender than her, toned where she was hard, sleek where she was angular. Ali’s breasts were fuller, softer, the tight nipples a richer, darker hue. When her gaze met Ali’s, she saw questions in her hooded eyes. Instinctively, she held out her hand and Ali laced her fingers through hers.

  “I don’t have the words to describe what looking at you does to me,” Beau whispered. “I feel like crying, I want you so much.”

  “Those words are perfect.” Ali released Beau’s hand and ran a fingertip inside the waistband of Beau’s briefs. “Off.”

  Wordlessly, Beau stripped away the last barrier. Still kneeling by Ali’s hips, she brushed her hand over Ali’s abdomen and let her fingers trace the underside of Ali’s breast. Ali made an almost wounded sound deep in her throat that made Beau’s sex tighten with exquisite pleasure.

  “Cover me with your body, Beau,” Ali breathed, grasping Beau’s wrist and pulling her down. “I need you everywhere.”

  Beau’s legs tangled naturally with Ali’s as she stretched out on her. Ali groaned at the first press of Beau’s thigh against her center. “Oh, that’s good.”

  “Don’t move,” Beau whispered against Ali’s mouth, her clitoris pulsing against Ali’s leg. Ali’s eyes were hazy and she knew hers were too.

  “I can feel you throbbing. God, Beau, you’re so beautiful,” Ali murmured. “So wet and hot.”

  “Stay still. Just…stay still. If you rub against me now you’ll make me come.”

  “I know.” Ali stroked Beau’s face and her eyes held a deep, deep hunger that made Beau ache. “I’ve been dreaming of making you come. Can I?”

  Beau closed her eyes, afraid the desire in Ali’s gaze would push her over. “Slow, baby, remember? Kiss me slow.”

  Ali wrapped her arms around Beau’s shoulders, her nails scoring Beau’s back as she opened and drew Beau deep into her mouth. Beau felt herself sinking, drowning in her, and she never wanted to surface. Her breasts ached, her nipples so tender they burned. The muscles in her ass clenched and she fought not to move against Ali’s leg.

  “I can’t—” Beau trembled and pulled away from the kiss. “Never been like this before.”

  Ali slid her hands down to Beau’s ass and dug her fingers into the tight muscles, holding Beau in place as she raised her thigh between Beau’s legs. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I want to feel you come.”

  “Oh fuck,” Beau groaned, her head snapping back. She pumped her hips, painting Ali’s skin with her excitement. Chest heaving, she let herself get right to the edge and then straight-armed herself up, breaking contact.

  “You’re so close,” Ali said, caressing Beau’s rigid abdomen. “Sweetheart, don’t hold back.”

  “It’s good, so good,” Beau gasped. “Not…ready yet.”

  Before Ali could protest, Beau was between her legs, pressing her open with her palms against the inside of her thighs. Ali raised her head, needing to keep Beau in her sight. Needing the connection. Beau kissed the soft skin in the bend of her thigh and Ali caught her lip between her teeth. When Beau rubbed her cheek over her, hot skin sliding over her wetness, she couldn’t hold back a whimper of pleasure.

  “You make me so excited I can hardly stand it,” Ali said.

  “Incredible,” Beau muttered, her mouth poised over Ali’s clitoris. “You’re so lovely. So goddamn beautiful.” She kissed the pulse beating between Ali’s thighs and Ali’s hips lifted against her mouth.

  “Beau,” Ali warned, her throat tight. “I’ll come.”

  “Mmm,” Beau rumbled, easing away a fraction of an inch, exploring with her tongue and her lips and a tease of teeth. She followed the rhythm of Ali’s breathing, the tenor of the muscles quivering in her thighs, the cadence of the moans escaping her throat. She sucked her clitoris until she was hard, then left her wanting to delve lower, deeper…waiting until Ali begged to give her the light kisses and teasing strokes where she needed them most.

  “I can’t hold on, Beau.” Ali threaded her fingers into Beau’s hair, holding her head still, crushing herself against Beau’s mouth. She didn’t recognize her own voice when she pleaded, “I need to come. Please, Beau. Please, sweetheart, I need you.”

  Beau reached up, found Ali’s breast, and captured a nipple between her fingers. Ali bucked beneath her, a startled cry ricocheting through the room. She took Ali between her lips, plucking her nipple in time to the slide of her mouth over Ali’s stiff flesh.

  “That’s it, oh my God.” Ali clamped her hand hard on the back of Beau’s neck. Her torso jerked with a whiplash of pleasure. “Oh no. No. Too much. God. God, Beau.”

  Ali came in Beau’s mouth and Beau almost came with her. Beau’s thighs tensed, her hips pumping impotently against the bed. She cradled Ali in the sanctuary of her mouth, easing her down with soft gentle strokes of her tongue until Ali’s rigid muscles slowly relaxed. Then she kissed Ali’s quivering thighs and rested her cheek on Ali’s abdomen.

  “You destroy me,” Beau whispered.

  Ali’s fingers trembled against Beau’s face. “My line. My line, sweetheart.”

  Beau grinned, liking the way Ali said sweetheart. Liking it a lot. She closed her eyes, content to feel Ali’s heart beating beneath her palm, to listen to the sound of her breathing. She loved the way Ali played with her hair, the feather-soft glide of Ali’s fingertips both comforting and exciting. She pressed a kiss to Ali’s stomach and when Ali’s hips tensed, she kissed her way lower. She wanted her again. She wanted to hear those sounds of pleasure, the startled cries of surprise, the ultimate paean of release. She wanted to be the one, the only one, she realized suddenly, to give Ali that pleasure. She kissed Ali’s swollen clitoris and the hand in her hair tightened.

  “No,” Ali murmured. “Not again. Not yet.”

  “I want you,” Beau insisted, sliding one arm around Ali’s waist to hold her still while she covered her with kisses.

  Ali groaned and tugged at Beau’s hair. “I need a little longer before I can come again. And I need you now.”

  Beau would have been helpless to deny her, even if her body hadn’t been screaming for release. She moved until she was lying on her side next to Ali and kissed her lazily, taking her time, captivated by Ali’s glazed expression and knowing she’d put that look on her face.

  “I love making you come,” Beau whispered. “I feel ten feet tall right now.”

  Ali laughed and nipped at Beau’s lower lip. “You’re easy to please.”

  “No,” Beau said seriously. “I’m not. Not the way you please me, not deep inside where I feel you.”

  “You nearly make my heart stop with the things you say.”

  “I want you so much,” Beau said.

  “How much?” Ali caressed Beau’s chest and cradled her breast, stroking her nipple with the pad of her thumb. She smiled when Beau’s lids drooped and her lips parted in pleasure. “How much, sweetheart?”

  “More than anything.” Beau gasped and rested her forehead against Ali’s, unable to control her muscles as heat spread through her belly. “God, Ali. You make me want to come so bad.”

  “Do I?” Ali traced her nails down the center of Beau’s abdomen, watching her eyes lose focus. “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” Beau shivered. “You make me so wet when you do that.”

  “Are you very excited, sweetheart?” Ali brushed her mouth over Beau’s, barely breathing herself.

 
; “My clit’s pounding so hard. I’m about to burst.”

  “Don’t do that. All right?” Ali turned her hand and pressed the heel low on Beau’s belly, massaging the hard muscles, letting her fingertips graze the very top of Beau’s sex. “All right?”

  “I want to come so bad right now,” Beau groaned.

  Ali slid one finger lower and caught her breath. “You’re so hard, Beau. So incredible.”

  “Feels so good.” Beau’s legs shook and she closed her eyes tightly. “Please. Please can you stroke me?”

  “Like this?” Ali pressed down and massaged in slow deep circles, rolling the shaft of Beau’s clitoris beneath her fingertips. “Do you like that, sweetheart?”

  “You’re going to make me come,” Beau mumbled.

  “Yes, I am.” Ali’s heart swelled with triumph as Beau’s eyes opened wide and she gave a shocked shout. Beau pumped against her hand, her jaws clenched in a rigor of pleasure. Ali could barely absorb how beautiful Beau was in that moment, gloriously open and vulnerable. She didn’t want the moment to end. Beau’s pleasure inflamed her. Ali turned Beau onto her back and straddled her thigh, pushing deep inside her at the same time.

  “Oh God,” Beau cried. “Ali. Ali, I need…”

  “I know what you need,” Ali said fiercely, massaging Beau’s distended clitoris with her thumb as she filled her, deeper and harder with every stroke.

  Beau arched off the bed, her arms rigid at her sides, her hands clutching the sheets. “Ah, God, don’t stop. Make me come again. Make me come.”

  Her agonized look of need pierced Ali’s heart, and fire surged between her legs. She rocked her hips in long, tense thrusts on Beau’s hard thigh. Beneath her, Beau shivered and broke with wave after wave of orgasm. The sight of her pleasure was too much for her, and Ali came with a shuddering cry.

  Beau surfaced from the undertow of satiation when Ali collapsed on top of her. Beau wrapped one arm around Ali’s shoulders and guided Ali’s head to the curve of her neck. She smiled when Ali muttered something unintelligible while burrowing deeper against her throat. Ali was still inside her, held fast by the lingering contractions of her orgasm. She’d never held a woman so intimately, never wanted anyone so close. If she could have gotten Ali closer, deeper, she would have.

  “I love you,” Beau whispered.

  Ali didn’t move, her breathing so deep and regular she had to be asleep. Beau was just as glad. She knew the time wasn’t right for Ali to hear her. She could wait. For the first time since she’d been given a second chance at life, she wasn’t in a hurry.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Ali opened her eyes to the unfamiliar sensation of a warm body molded to the curve of hers. She didn’t remember turning onto her side and pulling Beau against her, but she must have, because Beau’s back was pressed firmly against her breasts, and Beau’s ass nestled in the hollow of her pelvis. Her arm was wrapped around Beau’s middle, her hand cradling Beau’s breast. Beau’s nipple was a small, hot stone in the center of her palm, and as she registered the new and wondrous phenomenon of Beau wrapped in her embrace, she instantly quickened. Murmuring in surprised pleasure, she nuzzled the back of Beau’s neck.

  “Hey,” Beau whispered, stroking Ali’s forearm where it curled across her stomach. “Sleep well?”

  “I think you’d call that being unconscious.” Ali kissed the back of Beau’s shoulder. “Have you been awake long?”

  “A while.”

  “Are you all right?”

  “Mostly.”

  Ali’s heart stuttered but she was good at hiding worry and fear. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’ve been lying here quite a while, and I didn’t want to wake you up. So I’ve been thinking about last night.”

  “What about it?” Ali wondered if Beau regretted what had happened, or maybe she was just uncomfortable spending the night with anyone after a sexual encounter. Beau had murmured We’ll go fast the next time, indicating there would be a next time, but maybe that had been premature. Or just a seductive line she used to keep the control Ali had so willingly given her. She should probably let go of her—give her some space, but she couldn’t bear to break their connection so soon. She loosened her hold but Beau grasped her arm and pulled it back around her. “Beau?”

  “I keep thinking of how you taste, how you throb in my mouth when you come. I need you again so damn bad right now everything hurts.”

  So relieved she felt dizzy even lying down, Ali closed her eyes and pressed her face against Beau’s back. “I woke up wanting you too.”

  “It’s almost five. When do you need to leave for the hospital?”

  “An hour or so.”

  “Ah, hell, we can’t…”

  “Wait.” Ali slid her hand from Beau’s breast over her abdomen. Beau sucked in her breath, her stomach muscles dancing under Ali’s fingertips. “Let’s see how much time we need.”

  “Ali,” Beau whispered. “I don’t think—”

  “Shh.” Ali delved lower. Beau was slick and full, and when Ali stroked her clitoris her ass tightened with a jerk. “Oh, not too much time at all.”

  “You just touch me and I want to come,” Beau gasped, dropping her head back against Ali’s shoulder. “I’m usually better than this.”

  “I don’t see how you could be any more beautiful.” Ali wanted nothing more than to bring Beau to a shattering orgasm. She’d never taken such pleasure in pleasuring a woman before. She’d always enjoyed it, more than her own orgasm even, but this—this was a hunger that went beyond simple need. She craved her. “I want you.”

  Beau clamped her hand over Ali’s. “Stop. You’re going to make me come.”

  Ali laughed. “Problem with that?”

  “I want it to be good for you.”

  Ali heard uncertainty in Beau’s voice and couldn’t believe Beau didn’t know how much she loved touching her. Making love with her was so much more than anything Ali had ever experienced, or ever expected. She had to find a way to let her know how special she was. She relaxed onto her back and pulled Beau around to face her. She kissed her, searching her face. “What would make you happy right now?”

  “I want to make sure you never forget tonight,” Beau said.

  Ali almost smiled at the absurdity of that statement. Every moment of the past few hours was indelibly printed on her soul. But she understood Beau’s need to give—as if Beau’s beautiful body and unguarded responses had not been miracle enough. Taking didn’t come easily to her—so much easier to give. But Beau had been so unselfish, so willing to be vulnerable. She couldn’t deny her now. Didn’t want to deny her anything, which was so unsettling she pushed the realization firmly aside. “Believe me, I won’t forget anything about tonight…but there is one thing.”

  “Anything.”

  “I can’t stop thinking about how you sounded that night when you were across the hall and you made yourself come.” Ali skated her tongue over Beau’s lower lip, smiling when Beau teased back with hers. “You were so damn sexy.”

  Beau grinned lazily. “You want me to do it again?”

  “Yes.” Ali rubbed her thumb over Beau’s mouth. “And I want to watch. Can you do it if I’m watching?”

  “Just knowing you want me to do it has me so hard already, I’ll have trouble not coming.” Beau leaned her head on one hand and rubbed her palm over her chest and down the center of her belly. Ali’s avid gaze stoked her higher. She flicked her clitoris and her hips jumped. “Oh, no trouble at all.”

  “Wait.”

  Beau raised a brow. “What?”

  Ali pushed another pillow under her head. “Kneel over me.”

  “Oh man.” Beau’s eyes turned to midnight. “I won’t last more than a minute like that.”

  “I don’t care. I just want you.”

  Beau knelt on either side of Ali’s shoulders, poised just above her mouth. She looked down, her eyes narrowing at the hungry expression on Ali’s face. She touched her clitoris and her thighs trembled.r />
  “You’re beautiful,” Ali whispered, brushing her hands up and down Beau’s thighs. She reached behind Beau and cupped her ass. “I love how your ass flexes when you get excited.”

  Beau’s fingers glided up and down in slow teasing strokes. “You like?”

  “Oh my God. I can’t even tell you…” Ali raised her head and kissed between Beau’s legs, on her fingers and her clitoris and her sex as she fondled herself.

  “You’re gonna make me come doing that,” Beau warned breathlessly.

  “I’m sorry. I can’t get enough of you,” Ali gasped, nearly overloaded with need. She wanted to watch Beau’s face dissolve with pleasure. She wanted to watch her hands, so strong and sure, trembling on her ready flesh. She wanted to watch her stomach hollow as the storm gathered inside. She wanted to be inside her, over her, everywhere. “God, God, I want you.”

  “Good,” Beau panted, bracing an arm against the wall. She groaned when Ali licked her.

  “Are you close? You look close.” Ali worked her fingers into the hard muscles of Beau’s ass, feeling her tense suddenly. “Beau? Are you going to come?”

  Mumbling a yes, Beau dropped her head onto the arm she had planted on the wall. Her hips rocked closer and closer to Ali’s mouth. And then Ali’s hands were moving her fingers away, Ali’s lips were closing around her, and she was coming in Ali’s mouth, one shattering beat after another. When her thighs gave way, Ali caught her. Caught her and held her.

  “Thank you,” Ali whispered.

  Totally wasted, Beau tried to protest but could only manage to press her fingers against Ali’s mouth. “Wanted to do that. Like to please you.”

  Ali blinked away tears. Beau was so incredibly open and brave. She was humbled. And more than a little frightened. She’d expected Beau to be a skilled lover—Beau did everything with passion and she was so sexy Ali could barely look at her without burning. But she hadn’t expected her to be so tender and so terribly, terribly trusting. A huge surge of protectiveness welled up inside her, and she wrapped her leg over Beau’s and her arms around Beau’s shoulders, wanting to shield her, as if that were even possible. She knew better than anyone that it wasn’t. Even her heart’s blood would not be enough to protect her, and that knowledge was nearly crippling.