Vibe

by Liza James

  "Let me come," I say as I fight to move under her touch. But she holds me still, refusing to give me any room to chase the orgasm I need from her.

  "Not yet, Vibe Girl." Ruby shifts down and fuck I can't get enough of the sight of her tits. I can barely make them out in the darkness, but her figure is that incredible. Curvy and tempting in every single fucking way. Her nipples are hard, and I immediately want to taste them again, experience the feeling of her body under my hands.

  I sit up for a moment and reach forward, taking the chance while she's moving to feel her breasts. They're heavy and tight while her eyes fall to my hand and she watches me touch her.

  "You like this? Feeling how much you turn me on while we're together?" I'm surprised by her words actually, because it's another sign of her vulnerability. It's a glimpse into the parts of her that aren't all jagged edges and pain. She wants me to know that I affect her as much as she affects me.

  "Fuck yes," I say just as she pushes me back so that I'm exactly where she wants me.

  "I've been dying to taste you. Ever since I met you at the club, since I went home with you that night and felt you come around my fingers." She dips her head in-between my legs and my heart picks up in pace. I'm nervous for some reason, that she might hate this or that I won't love it as much as I think I will. "Be a good girl and I'll eat your pussy until you come against my fucking face. You want that, baby?"

  Holy. Fuck. Yes, I do. But I'm scared at the same time.

  "Yes," I say hesitantly, thrill and excitement building in my stomach as she presses a hot kiss against the inside of my thigh.

  "Want me to suck your clit, Aura? Fuck your pretty pussy with my filthy tongue?" Ruby presses another kiss to my thigh, this one higher up, closer to my core. Her touch is strong. Powerful. She touches my body as if she’s the dancer and my legs are the pole—my skin the chrome. Cold at first but heating up with every brush of her fingertips.

  "Yes, fuck. Please, yes," I whimper as I drop my legs wider, opening myself up for her even more.

  "So fucking ready and wet for me. Do you already know I'm going to destroy you?" Just as she says the words, she presses her lips to my clit and I instinctually gasp at the fucking heat. She's on fire—her tongue, her mouth, her touch. All of it is a new blaze burning under my skin and scorching my body.

  My head falls back as she sucks my clit and then slides her tongue to my opening. "Holy shit, Ruby," I moan as she continues licking me, thrusting her tongue inside of me while her teeth scrape against my pussy. It fucking hurts, but it's the pain that amplifies the pleasure. She pulls away briefly as she turns and bites my inner thigh, hard enough to make me yelp as I move my hands into the strands of her hair.

  "Yeah, Vibe Girl, fuck my face while I make you mine." She moves back to my pussy and my fingers tighten in her hair while I grind against her face. I feel her fingers slide up to pull me ever further apart while she tastes every fucking inch she can reach. I'm overwhelmed, my orgasm building and pulling so tightly that I ache to feel it release already. "No one else's. Do you hear me? Only mine. Fucking say it."

  "Yours, only yours, Ruby." She gives me what I need as she slides three fingers inside of me. She sinks all the way in just as she sucks my clit back into her mouth and runs her tongue across it, over and over and over again while she pumps inside of me.

  "Come, baby. Let me taste you while you break." Her words and her touch push me over the edge, snapping the tether that whips inside of me. My pussy throbs with the orgasm that pulses throughout my body. I'm high from both pleasure and the joint, every sensation feeling like so much more than I remember it being with Hawk.

  Everything feels lighter, stronger, more fucking powerful.

  Ruby sits up and immediately comes over me, dropping her mouth to mine as she kisses me with my fucking cum on her face. My taste on her tongue. I fucking love it. Knowing I'm hers as much as she is mine. I let my hands wrap around the back of her neck while I hold her to me, kissing her and absorbing everything she's giving.

  I'm desperate, I know I am. But my tongue sweeps inside of her mouth and I bite down on her lip, tasting the fresh surge of blood as she bleeds from where I hit her earlier. It's metallic and addictive, another piece of her that I demand as my own.

  "I'm not done with you yet. Spread your fucking legs." Ruby sits back and I do as she orders, dropping my legs wide for her once again. I watch in complete captivation as she slides her fingers under the hem of her fishnets and spandex, slowly tugging them down her thighs until she's on her knees before me and entirely naked herself.

  She's flawless in every single inch of her creamy skin. Her tattoos trail down her right arm and across her rib cage. Just another piece of her chaos being tailored into something magnificent. Her pink nipples are hard against her heavy breasts, the little barbells shining in the darkness.

  She's completely bare, and her perfect pussy is begging for my fucking touch, my own tongue and my own personal brand of destruction. I take the moment to watch her, letting my eyes and mind fully process how beautiful she is. Her hair hangs down and across one shoulder, dark strands of contrast against her skin.

  "I was always told that this was wrong," I say quietly, just as I move my own fingers between my legs. I slide a finger through my pussy, feeling how wet I am again at the sight of Ruby so flawlessly naked in front of me. Her heated gaze falls to the movement as she watches, her heavy breasts rising and falling with her steady breaths. "That I'd go to Hell for being with a woman. I'd be lost, my ladder of ascension broken, exiled from The Nation." I suck in a breath as I slide inside of myself, slowly, deliberately. I pull out again and shift forward, so that I'm sitting up and can slide those same fingers across Ruby's pussy.

  She gasps, and the slightest moan falls from her lips while I touch her, pinching her clit and then sliding lower to feel how incredibly wet she is. My own cum mixing with hers, our arousal as a perfect representation of how right this actually is. "But it can't be true," I slide inside of her, realizing how fucking tight she is around my fingers. "Because this is too perfect, too good to be anything evil." She moans and falls forward while I continue fucking her cunt. She sits back on my hand, moving with my thrusts while she pushes my legs apart and then throws one of hers across my thigh.

  "Ah, my Vibe Girl. Haven't you learned already? Some of the decisions that feel right, the most perfect choices, are the darkest. Sometimes, it's the corruption that fulfills us." She whispers the words and pulls her hips away from my hand. She sits back and I watch as her eyes drop to my pussy again. She leans forward just slightly and for a moment, I'm confused as to what's happening until I see the single strand of saliva fall from her lips.

  Holy fuck. Holy fuck. She fucking spit on me. I feel the cold hit as it lands across my heated skin and then her hand is there, coating it over my pussy and against my clit while I completely lose it. I moan, loudly and uncontrollably as I watch her spit on me for a second time. I fucking want this, every single fucking thing she's doing.

  She grips my wrist and pulls it up and over my head, pinning my hands in place with one of hers. But it's when her hips roll forward and I feel her pussy grinding against mine that I realize what's happening.

  How she's fucking me. Destroying me without ever putting anything inside of me. Fuck, this is insane. Never would I have understood the magnitude or power behind this. I whimper underneath her, rolling my hips up at the same time that she moves forward. We slide against each other, our clits and pussy's colliding together in the most intoxicating friction I've ever experienced.

  She picks up her speed as she moves her hand to rest against my throat. Her fingers tighten their hold while I'm still pinned in place, her pussy crashing against mine in a rough pain that quickly evolves into incredible pleasure. My orgasm is already building again, and the way she's dominating me only serves to crest it higher.

  "I'm going to fucking ruin you for anyone else, Vibe Girl," Ruby grinds out through her teeth as she thrusts
against me. I'm already struggling to breath when I feel her fingers push through my lips, sliding over my tongue until they're breaching my throat and I'm forced to gag. "That's right, baby. Gag for me while I fuck you. Remember that I'm the one who fucking owns you."

  She pushes forward again, and I do it a second time, gagging around her fingers until I cough while her pussy drags against my swollen clit. I'm so turned on, so on fire for everything that's happening. I want to choke on her, feel the pain she loves inflicting while she gives me the pleasure I crave.

  "You ready to come for me?" she asks as she pulls free from my mouth and then sits up. She grips my thigh and pushes it farther apart, spreading me open while her wetness combines with my own.

  "Yes," I beg her, because I know that's exactly what she wants. "Make me come, Ruby."

  She smiles in a way that seems innocent, but I know what she's holding back when she slams forward and rubs against me. She drops her lips to mine and kisses me while her thumb works against my clit. She keeps thrusting, hard and fast while I begin unraveling around her. The orgasm building and building until I hear her moan against my lips as well, her own release taking hold while we come together.

  "Aura," she moans loudly, and I use my grip on her hair to crush her against my mouth even more. I want to consume her, taste her in every way I can while we explode together. We keep moving, keep riding out the release while I listen to her say my fucking name.

  I love it, fuck I love it.

  I don't know what it is, but as we fall from the lustful high we were riding, the emotions that war through me become stronger. The need to be near her, to fucking have her is overwhelming.

  I can't lose her. Not now, not after all of this. She slips off to the side and pulls me with her. I shift onto my elbows so that I can meet her eyes with my own. The desperate chaotic waterfall of potential danger and worry begins coursing through me and I think she can feel it too. Because suddenly her hands are around my face and she's leaning up to kiss me again. Her eyes search mine silently, clearly waiting for me to say whatever it is I'm thinking.

  "I can't lose you," I whisper. The sudden onslaught of tears that prick the backs of my eyes surprise me. I don't know what's happening, why I'm suddenly falling apart but I can't fucking control it. "I can't, Ruby. I need you."

  She leans up and kisses me again, letting her tongue collide with my own. I feel it, her own apprehension and her own desire warring alongside mine. Because this is it for us, I know it is.

  "I know, Aura," she says quietly as her lips brush against mine. But I feel it, the silent question that lingers in her words; the identical concern she holds as well. "I'm yours. I'm always here."

  Another night at the club. Another dance on stage. Another week of endless training sessions with Aura.

  Those are what my days are filled with. Aura and I sneaking moments when we can behind closed doors, because I can't get enough of her. But also because she's still living with Hawk and the ever present Bethie in their small apartment.

  The night at the rave was a fucking mess.

  It was amazing, the absolute best.

  But also the worst for other reasons. Hawk has shifted, his entire atmosphere dripping with something so dark and toxic that I worry about Aura every time she goes home.

  I don't know what he's planning, but after Aura dumped him that night when they got back, he's been nearly silent around her. When he does speak, he acts as if they're acquaintances—polite. But nothing more.

  He didn't even seem angry when she told him she was leaving him. According to her, he seemed perfectly content with it. She didn't mention my name, assuming that would only make things worse. But he hardly gave any sort of emotional response to begin with.

  There's something wrong with that. He would have never acted that way prior to now. Not after being with her for two years, not after the way he's clearly been angry with her and I when we were together. He knows she cheated on him once and he grossly manipulated her into believing she owed him for it.

  I can feel it in his energy. There is something so off, so wrong right now that it's consuming my thoughts.

  So now we have to worry about Dom, Malin, and Hawk.

  It almost doesn't seem worth it, putting each other at that much risk just to be together.

  But when it's this intrinsic, this powerful being with each other? You can't let it go. I can't let her go.

  "Hey," Aura's voice confidently speaks out from the darkness in front of the stage. I'm practicing before the club opens tonight, dancing on the pole and repeating certain moves until I force them into second nature.

  "Hi," I reply, without stopping. I can see the vague outline of her but the lights on me are too bright and end up blacking out everything else. It helps when you don't want to see the faces of everyone watching you dance.

  Suddenly, she jumps up on the front of the stage. Her tiny aqua blue spandex shorts pulled deliciously tight across her sweet ass. She's only wearing a sports bra, a small, strappy white one that does almost nothing to support her tits. She can't fucking dance in that.

  But she will.

  That's one thing I've learned about Aura. Give her the taste of freedom, the tiniest bite, and she'll take all of it. She'll make mistakes if she needs to, as long as she's treading through that liberation herself. She's willing to fuck it up if it means experiencing it at all.

  I fucking love that about her.

  "You wearing that for me? Or because you honestly think you'll be able to swing around a pole in it?" I ask as my eyes fall down to her chest, taking in her already pebbled nipples and rapid breaths.

  "Do you like it?" she whispers as she steps towards me, deliberately interrupting my dance. Her body comes flush against mine, her hands fall to my waist as she drags me against her and joins in my movements.

  The music pounds around us, our bodies rolling to the synchronized beat while I slip a hand up and into her dark hair. "Yeah, I do," I reply, leaning forward to tease my lips against hers. I don't kiss her, not yet. I like when she works for it.

  "Then I don't really care about swinging around a pole," she says, the knowing tone to her voice lights me on fire. The confidence she's grown into since I've known her alone is outstanding. "Fuck, I want to taste you." She leans forward, quickly trying to claim my mouth with her own, but I pull back. I roll my hips against her thigh, feeling the friction against my wet core, tempting her with my own need and desire. Because I'm already turned on, sometimes simply seeing her walk through the doors of the club has me wet and aching for her touch.

  "What makes you think I'd let you, Vibe Girl?" I tease her, gripping her hair in my fist as I pull her back. Her eyes drop, slowly raking over my body. She lingers on my chest, and I arch my back, giving her even more of a view until she drops lower and zeros in on the apex of my thighs.

  I release my hold on her hair and graze my hand down her neck, her chest, her stomach while I drop to the floor and slowly spread my legs. Her eyes track my movements, absolutely locked on my hand and then my core while I sit back and continue dancing.

  The music seems louder, the rhythm stronger as it infects the both of us. I roll my hips to the beat, letting my head fall back before lifting up and watching Aura suck her bottom lip between her teeth. She lets out a quiet groan when I slip my hand in between my legs, drifting up my pussy and over my breasts.

  Just as Aura is about to step forward, the ringing of her phone pierces the heated space and her eyes snap back to the front of the stage. But she ignores it and continues stepping towards me while the ring dies off in the background.

  She drops to her hands and knees and crawls closer, her body coming over mine while I sink back to my elbows. She likes catching me off guard, so her fingers have already slid forward and through the front of my spandex, pulling them to the side while I suck in a sharp breath.

  "Already wet," she whispers as her lips finally crash against mine. She slips her tongue inside my mouth, her knuckle gr
azing across my pussy and up to my clit while I roll my hips against her touch. "Moan for me," she asks, but I can already hear the desperate tone to her voice. She knows I'm in control and I'll only give it to her if I want to. She loves my fucking sounds, and I love controlling her with them.

  She slides inside of me, sinking all the way in until I'm breathing heavily and let the smallest whimper fall from my lips. But she eats it up, immediately kissing me harder and sucking my tongue into her mouth while she pumps inside of me.

  But her phone rings again, and she continues to ignore it until it lights up for a third time.

  "Mother fucker," she groans as she breaks our kiss and rests her forehead against mine.

  "Go answer it," I sigh as I sit back and try to catch my own breath.

  Her eyes meet mine in frustration, but she pulls out of me and hurries off the stage to answer her phone.

  "Hello?" I hear her, but her voice sounds strangely hesitant. I sit up and adjust my shorts, shifting to stand so that I can actually see her in the darkness.

  As I step closer to the edge of the stage, I realize she's turned away from me, so I climb off and move closer. That's when I realize how tense she is, her body almost trembling as she has the phone pressed to her ear.

  "I don't care about the fucking ladder, Malin." Aura's hushed voice sends bolts of anger spiraling through me. I immediately step forward and place a hand on her shoulder, but she whips around and steps farther from me. She holds a hand up, signaling for me to stay away, and the genuine fear in her eyes has me absolutely livid. She holds a glass of ice water in her other hand, she must have brought it down here when she saw me on the stage a few moments ago.

  I step forward again, she steps back, forward, back. The water sloshes over the side of her glass and spills to the floor while I stalk towards her.

  "Give me the fucking phone," I bite out, hurrying my steps until her legs smash against one of the tables and she stumbles. She sets the glass down, her eyes darting to the table then back towards me. I don't wait for her to respond, I rip the phone from her hand myself and press it to my ear.