Popcorn Love

by KL Hughes

  Allison wanted to tease her further, wanted desperately to take her time, but she also needed some relief. And when a hand dug roughly into her hair a moment later and pressed her face further down, she knew she could wait no longer. She licked roughly up the length of Elena’s slit, applying as much pressure as she could, and the volume of Elena’s cry made it clear the woman had just come dangerously close to orgasm already.

  Her name became a mantra on Elena’s lips as the woman panted it with each swipe of Allison’s tongue. She circled the tip around the throbbing bundle of nerves that begged her attention. When she wrapped her lips fully around Elena’s clit and sucked it roughly into her mouth, the entire world went mute as Elena’s thighs clamped around her head. Allison rode out the orgasm with Elena, sucking and licking as a rush of fluid coated her lips and chin.

  Elena’s grip in Allison’s hair loosened, and then her hand fell away to the floor as her body went limp with the last, dying embers of that explosive climax. Her thighs fell open so that the sounds of her breathing and gentle whimpers returned swiftly to Allison’s ears, but she remained between Elena’s legs.

  Allison nuzzled her nose against Elena’s still-soaking slit, alternating kisses between the woman’s inner thighs and sensitive clit. Elena jumped with the first few presses, too sensitive to enjoy the sensation, but, within seconds, her body began to tense again. Allison smiled when Elena lifted her head to look down at her and breathily asked, “Again?”

  “Mm.” Allison hummed, the sound vibrating deliciously against Elena’s aching core. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  “Oh God.” Her fingertips curled into the white sheet beneath her when Allison’s mouth latched around her again and that skilled tongue pressed at her throbbing entrance.

  Allison’s tongue teased at Elena’s opening for only a moment before thrusting in, causing Elena’s body to rocket upward as the woman clung to Allison’s head and ground her sex against her mouth. “Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

  Allison nearly came undone from hearing that word slip across Elena’s lips, the woman’s voice so deep and ragged, strained by her arousal. She had no intentions of stopping. She brought her right hand up to Elena’s sex and slid her two middle fingers up and down the woman’s slit, thoroughly coating them with her own juices before pressing the tips at Elena’s entrance. Allison pressed in slowly, letting Elena adjust with each gentle thrust, and then she amped up her pace. She wrapped her lips around Elena’s clit and sucked vigorously every time her fingers curled back on the down-stroke, pressing against the ribbed patch of flesh that had Elena practically jumping off the floor, her legs wrapping fully around Allison’s head and holding her there.

  Her own body trembling with the need for pressure and release, Allison pulled her mouth from Elena’s core and slid up the woman’s body, keeping the pace with her fingers still buried deep inside her clenching sex. Elena grabbed at Allison’s hair and yanked the woman’s face down to meet hers. They kissed hungrily and Elena moaned at the taste of her own arousal on Allison’s tongue—salty and rich.

  Allison used her one free hand to push at her underwear until she could kick them off. Throwing one leg over to straddle Elena’s thigh, she slid her sex up the length of Elena’s thigh and back down, coating the flesh with her arousal. Elena’s breath slammed out audibly.

  “Allison,” she husked.

  Allison used her free hand to reach for Elena’s. She pushed it between her legs where she balanced on the woman’s thigh. “Touch me,” she begged.

  One swipe down Allison’s drenched slit, and Elena thrust into her, her palm cupping her sex and pressed firmly between Allison’s grinding rhythm and her own thigh. They bucked against one another, both trying their best to maintain a rhythm with their hands while seeking climax.

  Allison rode Elena’s hand and thigh with absolute abandon, panting hotly against Elena’s neck, barely able to press kisses to the woman’s skin as she fought for air. She gritted her teeth as she ground down and worked her fingers steadily inside the woman beneath her.

  Elena moved just as frantically, thrusting up into Allison’s hand while she made delicious circles against her inner walls.

  “I’m close,” Allison breathed against her ear, and Elena nodded, unable to say anything.

  Allison knew that it was because Elena had been holding off her own orgasm, waiting for her. She could feel it in the way Elena’s inner walls clenched around her fingers to the point of pain. But she had barely realized this when she felt her own pussy clamp down around Elena’s fingers as her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. Both women cried out as Elena’s quickly followed, and they froze in place for one solid second before rocking back into motion and riding out the tremors together.

  Allison’s arms trembled as she tried to hold herself up and then gave out entirely. She collapsed, half on top of Elena and half on the floor beside her. Their breathing was sporadic and shallow, their chests heaving and slick with a light coating of sweat.

  “That was…” Elena began once she caught her breath, but then simply let the sentence trail off into silence.

  Allison understood. She chuckled breathlessly and nodded against Elena’s shoulder. “Yeah,” she agreed.

  They lay there in a heap of limbs, and, a moment later, without any obvious reason, they both burst into loud laughter. Elena rolled to the side and pressed laughing kisses to Allison’s lips, managing to say in between, “We just had sex on the floor of my studio.”

  “I believe your sentence needs a bit of an adjustment.”

  Elena wrapped one leg around Allison’s hip. “How so?”

  “See,” Allison said, grinning, “I think what you meant to say was that we are about to have sex on the floor of your studio.”

  A wide smile stretched Elena’s lips as Allison grabbed her and pulled her on top of her and added, “again,” before lunging upward for another kiss.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  “I can’t believe we didn’t get caught.” Allison leaned her back against the elevator wall. Elena stood next to her, their shoulders brushing, as the doors of the elevator slid shut and they began the long ride up to Elena’s office.

  Elena smirked, watching her next to her in the reflection cast upon the door opposite them. “There are many perks to my job, dear, but one of the best is that when I say something is off limits, no one dares go near it. I made sure my assistant knew that the studio was to be left alone before you and I ever even left the office. I’m sure everyone avoided it like the plague, though I did lock the door to be safe.”

  As they laughed, their shoulders brushed again, and Elena’s fingers twitched at her side. She itched to touch Allison again. There had been embers burning between them since they met, but after their little escapade in the studio, a fire now blazed, bright and overwhelmingly hot. Elena didn’t know if she wanted to throw a bucket of water on it to offer herself some relief or fan the damned flames and make them grow higher.

  The fashion industry was a hive of homosexuality, so it was likely no one would care beyond a little water-cooler gossip. It was more that Elena prided herself on being professional and collected at all times, especially in front of her employees and colleagues. As such, she and Allison were dutifully, excruciatingly, keeping their hands to themselves.

  “You think anyone heard us?” Allison asked, nudging Elena’s arm with her elbow. A goofy grin painted her lips. “I mean, you were pretty loud.”

  Elena let out a staggered breath, the air stuttering over her lips. She closed her eyes and sucked in fresh air through her nose, her stomach stirring and flipping. She wanted to deny the claim, but she knew that it was true. She had hardly been able to contain herself with Allison’s head between her legs, with her making Elena feel things she hadn’t felt in a terribly long time, if ever. Elena had no shame, but it would be rather embarrassing if others in the building overheard her moans and cries of pleasure.

  Allison rubbed her p
inky finger against Elena’s hand where it dangled between them. “I’m just kidding. I mean, I guess it’s possible that someone heard us, but they would have heard us, not just you.”

  Elena took another deep breath as images flashed through her mind and the sounds of their lovemaking filled her ears like it was happening all over again. Her stomach fluttered pleasantly, and a deep throb sparked to life between her legs. Clearing her throat roughly, she clenched her thighs as she leaned her back against the wall and cursed herself for not masturbating more often. Surely she would not be so flustered and easy to excite if she had indulged in a little self-play more often during her four-year stint of abstinence.

  Her goofy and adorably blunt lover was not making matters any better. Allison’s mere existence in such a small space, occupying the same air as Elena, made her spine tingle. It didn’t help that Allison seemed to want to continuously make mention of their earlier activities in the studio.

  “Hey, come on,” Allison whispered, snapping Elena back to the moment. “I wasn’t trying to embarrass you or anything. I was just teasing. I’m sorry.”

  Elena, again, said nothing. She sucked in another sharp breath and shook her head, but Allison didn’t seem to get the hint.

  “I actually thought the sounds you made were really sexy.” Allison grabbed Elena’s hand and squeezed it before letting go. “Like really sexy. I seriously almost got off on those sounds alo—”

  Allison’s back slammed into the side wall as she stumbled from her position, Elena’s mouth suddenly devouring hers. Her hands claimed her flesh, nails digging into the back of her neck and the curve of her hip. A guttural moan escaped her as Elena sucked the breath right out of her lungs, the woman’s tongue teasing hotly at her own. Allison latched onto Elena’s sides and yanked her even closer, so close that any third party witness would have thought them desperate to be one.

  Itching fingers slipped down from Elena’s sides to the woman’s thighs. Allison’s hands dug into the backs of Elena’s thighs almost viciously when Elena’s teeth sank into her bottom lip and ripped a trembling moan all the way up from Allison’s toes.

  In that moment, Elena was fairly certain that Allison Sawyer would, at some point, be the death of her. She thought this crazy and nearly unbearable tension between them would at least slightly abate after their first time together, but it only seemed to increase and intensify. That first incredible physical connection between them was passionate and heated and beautiful, and Elena didn’t even care that it happened on the floor of a studio because it was the most intimate she had ever been with another person. The way Allison looked at her and touched her was riveting, and Elena was still reeling from how perfect their first time had been for her.

  The only issue was that she didn’t want to stop. She now wanted Allison more than ever. Just the smell of the woman surrounding her was enough to make her blood boil. Apparently, scratching the itch only made the itch worse. That had never happened to her before, but Elena didn’t want to fight it. She wanted to dive into those heated waters head first and never come up for air.

  Allison kneaded the soft, pliant flesh of Elena’s thighs, drawing little whimpers from her slender throat. Elena sucked roughly at Allison’s bottom lip before releasing it with a pop and hotly whispering, “You still taste like me.”

  Elena let out a soft yelp that quickly evolved into a moaning shudder of pleasure as the hands at the backs of her thighs suddenly jerked upward and jolted her feet right off the elevator floor. Allison lifted her with ease and spun them so that now Elena’s back was the one thudding against the wall with a bang. Elena’s head swam dizzily as the action caused a wave of heat to roll right through her before flooding at the apex of her thighs.

  “Oh,” she hissed, “yes.”

  Elena’s legs wrapped tightly around Allison’s waist, and Allison shuddered. Her back lurched forward as Elena’s skirt rode up and the heat between her legs met with the trembling plane of Allison’s stomach, separated only by the thin materials of Elena’s underwear and Allison’s shirt. Their kisses were passionate and scorching as they panted into one another’s mouths and Allison used her hips to make gentle rocking thrusts between Elena’s legs that had her almost whining.

  Allison sprang away from Elena so quickly that Elena nearly hit the floor as the elevator chimed its arrival on the thirtieth floor, both caught off guard given that neither had felt the machine rock to a gentle stop. Elena caught herself, heels smacking roughly against the elevator floor. Both her face and Allison’s were heavily flushed as they quickly patted at their hair and smoothed down their clothes.

  The elevator doors slid open to reveal a single person waiting. As soon as she saw him, Elena stiffened her spine and kept her jaw rigid, determined to show that she was nothing if not completely composed. The man stared at them for a moment, his eyes tracking over the slight wrinkles in their clothes, especially those marring Elena’s skirt. His lips pursed as he stepped onto the elevator. “Afternoon, Miss Vega.”

  “Elliot,” she replied with an acknowledging tilt of her head before practically shooting out of the elevator. She heard Allison choke out a quick “Sup?” before darting out of the elevator to follow her.

  * * *

  As soon as Allison closed Elena’s office door and looked at Elena, they both burst into loud laughter.

  “Oh God,” Allison said, “that was so damn awkward.”

  Elena held her stomach as she laughed and nodded her agreement. “I think he knew.”

  “He definitely had an idea,” Allison said. “He probably would’ve asked if he wasn’t so afraid of you.”

  “He has always been afraid of me,” Elena gloated. “He honestly cannot stand me, but he is the type who prefers to let that be known behind closed doors and behind my back.”

  “Yeah, typical,” Allison grunted. “There are way more people like that in the world than there are people willing to say stuff to your face.” She sighed as her laughter waned, but then the image of the awkward elevator exchange drifted through her mind again, and she burst into loud laughter all over again.

  “What?” Elena asked.

  “It’s nothing,” Allison said. “I just keep seeing it in my mind. Your face was so red.”

  “Yours was just as red,” Elena countered, wiping at the tears that had developed in the corners of her eyes.

  “And you were just like, ‘Elliot,’” Allison said, mimicking Elena’s rigid posture and cold voice before cracking up all over again.

  “Oh yes, dear,” Elena drawled, “because ‘Sup?’ is so much better.”

  Allison grabbed her phone from her pocket. “Wait, wait. Say that again. I have to get that on camera.”

  Elena smirked and shook her head. “No.”

  “Come on,” Allison whined, offering the woman her signature charming grin. “Please?”

  “Not a chance. That crooked smile of yours has no sway over me, dear.”

  “Yeah, right,” Allison said as she strutted over and wrapped her arms around Elena’s waist. “Don’t deny it, Elena. You find me totally adorable.”

  Elena’s eyes practically sparkled as Allison danced her around. “Is that right?”

  “So right.”

  “Hm.” Elena narrowed her eyes, pretending to contemplate the claim.

  Allison winked at her and waggled her eyebrows ridiculously. Elena rolled her eyes in response but said, “You may not be entirely wrong.”

  “See?” Allison bragged, leaning forward to kiss the slender column of Elena’s throat. “That’s what I thought.”

  “Allison.”

  “Hm?” Allison hummed against her throat.

  “We have to stop.”

  “No we don’t.”

  “Oh, but we do.” Elena sighed. “I actually have a bit of work to do, and I, unfortunately, cannot put it off any longer.”

  Allison groaned into Elena’s neck as she squeezed the woman tighter, breathing her in. A moment later, though, she rele
nted and pulled her face from Elena’s neck. “Okay,” she said, “but if you expect me to be able to help you out with anything, then you’re going to have to stop smelling so good and looking so good and tasting so good and sounding so g—”

  Elena pressed an index finger to Allison’s mouth to quiet her. “I get it, dear.”

  Allison snorted with laughter and kissed Elena’s lips. “So, what can I do to help?”

  “I don’t actually believe there is anything,” Elena replied. “It’s mostly paperwork and a meeting that I need to be present for. You are welcome to stay and wait for me, Allison, but it will likely be incredibly dull and we won’t have much opportunity to interact.”

  Allison sighed as she scratched at the back of her neck and pondered what to do. She didn’t want to leave Elena, because she was still on one of those clingy highs after the bonding and the sex and then the almost-sex and all the little playful moments and laughter. She pretty much wanted to crawl inside this date and live in it. At the same time, she didn’t want to be in the way or anything, nor did she want to just be chilling on the couch in Elena’s office, twiddling her thumbs.

  “Well, damn,” she said. “I don’t really have anything else to do.”

  She pulled her phone back out and glanced at the time only to see that she had a text message from Macy, likely just checking in. She opened it and read the short message.

  Still alive. Bit dusty. Tired. The hell are you?