Vibe

by Liza James

  "Did you not hear me the last time we spoke? When I told you to stay the fuck away from Aura and I?" I lean forward, bracing one hand on the table next to Aura's thigh and watch her while I address Malin.

  "Nova, so nice to hear from you again. How is Dom, preparing you well, I hope?" His sick voice crackles across the phone line and my skin pricks with unease.

  Preparing me? What the fuck.

  "What is he saying?" Aura asks quietly, but I hear the tremor in her voice. I hate the way she's immediately sucked back to the place she was in a few weeks ago. He's an immediate relapse in her growth.

  "Call this number again, and I will find and kill you my fucking self. Do you understand?" I grind the words out and hang up, shoving her phone in the waistband of my own spandex so that she has no access to it.

  "Ruby, give it back. If he calls again, I'll need to answer." She's panicking, worry pinches her features and taints her aura. I can feel it flowing off of her in waves of guilt and uncertainty.

  I place both hands on either side of her face as I step up to her, bringing my body flush against hers. My chest is tight against her own while her heart thunders rapidly under her skin. I lean forward and she pulls back, placing a hand on my shoulder so that she can maintain a distance between us.

  But I don't fuck like that, and I push forward while sliding one hand in the back of her hair, gripping tightly so that she can't move. I crash my lips against hers and I feel how frozen she is. She's a wall of ice, refusing to give in or thaw at my touch. She’s afraid, the terror of possibilities ripping her away from me. But I keep going, keep kissing her while I let my body take control.

  "Get out of your fucking head, Aura," I say quietly, between each kiss I lay against her lips. Frustration lingers in my tone, she knows I'm angry. But I'm not giving her up like this.

  I slide my other hand to her neck, letting my thumb graze against her jaw line. I shift a knee between her legs and push it upwards, grinding against her core until I feel the slightest shift in her response. Her lips barely fall open, but it's enough to let me in, let me devour her until I'm bringing her back to where we should be.

  "We can't," she whispers against my mouth and suddenly I taste the salt as it slips against my tongue. I pull back and watch her, see the few tears falling down her cheeks as she fights to let go.

  Fuck no.

  I kiss her again, harder this time as I drop my hands to her thighs and lift her onto the table. "We can. We fucking are. We can't lose each other, remember?"

  Her hands suddenly lift to hold my neck, one wrapped tightly around my jaw while the other fists the front of my crop top and she pulls me forward. "I can't lose you, that's the entire reason we shouldn't do this."

  "Shut the fuck up, Aura. We have this conversation far too frequently. I'm not fighting about it anymore, got it? This is fucking it for us. You come home with me tonight," I push her back, but she continues fighting against me. This time, however, she jumps off of the table and twists us around, surprising me by maneuvering us into a position where I'm the one pinned up against the table.

  "If you ever see Malin again, if you get anything from him, you'll tell me, right?" she asks. Her hands become more desperate, her touch wilder, and on fire. This, this is my Vibe Girl.

  The girl who can't get enough.

  "No," I answer honestly. "Not if it's going to send you back like that. Not if it's going to jeopardize everything we fucking have." I bite her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth, tightening my fingers around her throat as I drag her forward.

  "Fuck you, Ruby. You have no idea what they're like."

  "Then fucking tell me, Aura." She slides her hands down to my thighs and lets her fingers wrap around the back, pulling them apart as she yanks me forward and to the edge of the table. "But it won't change anything. I still won't tell you if this is what happens."

  "Fine, fuck. I'll keep it together, okay?" She's annoyed, her touch becoming rougher and angrier with each movement. I love this side of her, the edgier, more chaotic person she gets lost in.

  "Good. But tonight, I'll enjoy reminding you why we're so right," I reply, a slight smirk pulling at my lips while I press a kiss to her jaw.

  "Not tonight," she replies. Her tone takes on a more serious note and she grazes her lips against my collar bone. I don't understand what she's saying, why she's still fighting this until she continues her movements, kissing over the swell of my breasts while her thumb slides up and over my nipple. They're hard, sharp tips that ache for her touch while she works them through the thin fabric of my top.

  "What are you doing?" I ask breathlessly. She moves even farther down, until she's kissing my stomach in a slow and sensual trail that raises my suspicions. She's never done this before, never what I think she's about to do. My heart hammers in my chest as I bring my own hand back to her jaw and force her to look up at me.

  "Tonight, I’m reminding myself why we’re so good," she speaks quietly as her hand slips to the side and dips into the glass of ice water she had left there. I watch in anticipation and surprise as she pulls an ice cube and slips it into her mouth. She drops her cold fingers to the inside of my thigh as she drags them upwards. I hiss as the sensation stings my skin. It's amazing, and erotic, but nothing compared to the feeling she gives me when she presses her lips to the inside of my thigh.

  "Aura, you don't have to do this," I say, but I can't stop the quiet moan falling from my lips as she slides the ice closer to my core with her tongue. Her fingers tighten in response, tugging my legs farther apart until she pulls away briefly and stands.

  She leans forward, biting down on the ice cube with a loud crunch as she grips the waistband of my spandex and tugs them down my legs. "I know," she says, that familiar confidence that’s been rising inside of her is back and coating her energy in the way I'm obsessed with. She drops to her knees again, reaching for another ice cube as she continues speaking. "I want to. Even if it took a minute to remind me why this—us—is important. We're powerful together, Ruby."

  She slips it into her mouth and begins drifting her lips so incredibly slowly, up my inner thigh. It's torture, watching her in the darkness while she inches closer and closer to where I'm begging to have her. I want it, the feeling of her tongue sliding inside of me while I unravel beneath her.

  I usually struggle in giving myself up like that, taking the more vulnerable place in these situations. Because Aura is the one in control of this, she's the one working my body and coaxing the orgasm from inside of me.

  She moves closer, the heat from her breath and freeze of the ice working over my skin in a way that has me panting in anticipation of her touch. Languidly, she presses her lips against my clit first, and fuck, I'm already breathing so rapidly that I can hardly stand to watch her. Her tongue slips out, the coldness literally coating my flesh in lust. I want more, and while every inch of me is erupting in sparks and fire, my pussy is throbbing in need while she slowly licks and teases.

  She's literally teasing me. Moving so incredibly leisurely while the ice melts and drips along my skin. I'm so fucking wet, so turned on, that I can't control the loud moan falling from lips when she sucks my clit into her mouth. She bites down and I instinctually wrap my fingers into her hair and fist it. She groans, the sound vibrating along my pussy as she drops lower and teases my opening with her tongue.

  My thighs pull together as I roll my hips forward, begging her to fuck me with her tongue like I know she's planning. But I'm immediately caught off guard when I feel the ice slide along my pussy, the sensation is unmatched. It's fucking heady and exhilarating as she pushes it inside of me. "Aura—" I breathe out and watch as she pulls away from me for a moment. Her eyes stay focused on my pussy as she leans forward and slides her tongue over my clit again. The ice is still inside, still melting as I feel the freezing water slip along my flesh.

  "How the hell have I been missing out on this?" she asks as she slides her thumb across my clit and slips her tongue inside of me agai
n. She pushes in deep, the ice melting almost completely as it continues mixing with my own wetness. She practically eating it out of me, for fuck’s sake. Her mouth moving and teeth scraping against my core in a way that has my orgasm tightening uncontrollably. I gasp, pulling her face even harder against me while I roll forward and grind against her sweet lips.

  "I'm glad you've missed out on this. Because I don't want you experiencing this with anyone else," I pant out, but the whimpers are becoming harder to control as she continues sucking my clit between her teeth. She slides two fingers inside of me, all the way inside until she's pumping against my most sensitive places and working my swollen clit at the same time.

  "Always you, Ruby. You ready to come now? You want me to give it to you?" Aura's heady voice surprises me and my head falls back while a breathy scoff leaves my lips.

  "You're pushing it right now," I taunt her, using my own words against me like she is.

  "That's because I fucking want it from you," she replies as she dives in again, shoving a third finger inside of me while she pumps harder, faster.

  I groan, "All right, Aura. I want it, make me fucking come like I know you can."

  She moans against me, that familiar wave of her voice coasting across my skin and working up my body while she eats me. She fucking devours me, consuming everything while sliding in and out in a harsh, consistent rhythm. I can't get enough of it, of her sounds blending with mine.

  We're making music in what's forbidden. Taking these preconceived molds and shattering them to pieces. Fuck forbidden, fuck taboo. We'll take all of it and make it ours.

  My orgasm crests and my body tenses in the best ways. My thighs clench tightly around Aura's head while my fist wraps her hair in a tighter hold. I arch my back while her other hand slides up my stomach and grasps my tit, pinching and rolling my nipple between her fingers. My free hand slides over hers, entwining my fingers through hers while I come against her lips.

  My skin is flushed, red heat works its way up my chest and over my neck while I ride out the orgasm Aura gives me. She's still eating me, taking every last drop of what I give her while my body relaxes. My legs fall away and I pull our linked hands from my chest to rest them on the table beside my hip.

  Aura stands and comes flush against me, her breasts brushing against mine with every rapid breath we're both taking. "Aura, kiss me," I say quietly, arrogantly. But I let my voice drop even lower, barely a husky whisper as I slide my fingertips over her lips and dip them into her mouth. I can feel my arousal on her, my heat glazing across her cold tongue. "I want to taste the ways I've marked you."

  I grip her throat and yank her towards me, taking her mouth with my own and diving my tongue inside of her. I taste everything, hungrily taking it all and relishing in the realization it gives me.

  That there isn't anything better than this. Nothing I've experienced, no one I've been with. None of it compares to what I have with Aura. I wish I could understand it completely, but I don't think I ever will. I think once you find that person, you work your ass off to keep them.

  Even if it's dangerous.

  Even if it's wrong.

  Even if we don't make it through this.

  I'm supposed to go on the stage in about twenty minutes. Ruby is dancing right now, and while I wanted to be out in the audience watching her, she made me promise that I'd stay in the back and wait for her here.

  I'm currently sitting in front of Ruby's mirror, touching up my own make up and scrolling through my phone in order to catch up on any client emails for photography. I've been so busy lately, sessions during the day and then training, followed up by work that night. It's been good though, refreshing in being away from the apartment now that Hawk and I have split.

  Bethie still spends most of her time there—I shouldn't be surprised. But if I'm being completely honest, it stings now that I realize she was mostly my friend in order to be near Hawk. I feel like I was being manipulated by her the entire time, only to have her fuck my boyfriend behind my back when I wasn't around.

  I do realize how hypocritical that makes me, and no, I don't know that Bethie and Hawk have been sleeping together for a fact. I'm not even necessarily angry about that aspect, specifically. I'm more disappointed in the fact that I thought Bethie was truly my friend, when in fact, she never really wanted much to do with me.

  That's what hurts. Thinking you have a connection with someone—even platonically—that doesn't really exist. Realizing that they'll turn their back on you in a second, without a thought to how it hurts you in the process.

  One second she's there, the next second she wasn't.

  "Aura," Chad's deep and sadistic voice slithers up my spine as he says my name. My eyes dart up to the mirror, catching his reflection as he comes up behind me. "You're being requested in room five."

  My eyes pinch in confusion, I'm about to go on in twenty minutes. I made it clear to Sal that I didn't want to be involved in the private meetings, not yet at least. I've been training consistently to dance on the stage, but I'm nowhere near ready to privately meet with people. Not to mention the fact that Ruby would lose her fucking mind if she found out I was with anyone else.

  "I don't meet with people privately," I reply flatly, leaning towards the mirror and coating a new layer of mascara over my lashes.

  "You meet with this one," he says, a sly grin pulling at his lips. I set the mascara on the counter and stand up, turning to meet his gaze straight on.

  "I don't meet with private clients—period," I speak the words again, forcing my tone a little stronger, a little darker as I remind him.

  "Everyone meets with Dom at one point or another. Your time is tonight." He steps back, but stands at the door as he waits for me to walk ahead of him. My heart rate spikes, thundering in my chest at the mention of Dom's name.

  Ruby obviously won't know where I've gone, which I'm positive is the point of this entire interaction.

  Fuck, fuck fuck.

  I'm not positive how to get out of this, or even if I should. The last thing I want is Dom taking anything out on Ruby that he doesn't get from me.

  "Give us a second, dipshit," K's voice sounds from the other side of the room. I forgot she was in here while I was distracted with emails. Chad narrows his eyes at her for a moment, but ultimately steps out of the room so that K and I have some privacy.

  "Ruby's going to be livid," I say hesitantly as I step towards K. "I don't know how to get out of this."

  "You don't, unfortunately." K's voice is quiet and sad, but also resolved to the truth of this. "But you can protect yourself. Take this with you, I'll tell Ruby you have it as well and hopefully that will calm her down a bit."

  K turns to reach into her own bag, fumbling around until she pulls out a small, black blade. She reaches forward and grips my waist, turning me around until she can slip into the back of the leather knee high heel's I'm wearing tonight. It's almost completely vanished behind the material, hidden and obscure so that no one can see.

  "Dom will do things you don't want to do. Things you flat out refuse to do. But he gets what he wants, and he'll take it either way. I, thankfully, don't garner his attention as much as some of the other girls do. But I always have this with me, just in case I need it. You take it, I don't know what he'll try to do the first time he's with you." She turns me back around to face her and reaches up to brush some of my curled locks behind my ear. "I'll tell Ruby for you. But, be careful. Ruby is...I don't know how to explain it. She never gives him what he wants, not usually. Not until the other night when you heard her through the door. She never cries, Aura. Ever. That's what he wants from her—her emotions. Her vulnerability. He'll use her to get to you and vice versa."

  I nod my head in surrender, realizing that I'll do whatever I have to in order to keep him away from her. If I can take him on, for one night, and keep her out of his hands—I'll do it. I should be happy for this, honestly. It'll help me get to know him, observe any weaknesses or blind spots that I can use
against him in the future.

  Without another word, I turn around and walk out the door, following Chad as he leads me to room number five. I can feel the cold sting of the blade as it subtly shifts against my leg with every step I take. My skin is beaded with sweat and my heart continues hammering in my chest as I try to anticipate what Dom will want from me.

  I can only assume he'll want to fuck. And I can't even imagine doing something like that, especially not now that I'm with Ruby. How she puts up with this nightly from him, I'll never understand.

  We walk through the back of the club, hidden from the rest of the customers while we weave through hallways and obscure doors. Until I'm back in that familiar space, surrounded by red velvet and painful memories of the night I heard Ruby with him.

  We reach the room and Chad knocks dutifully while I stand to the right of him, awaiting that vaguely recognizable form to emerge from the dark room. When the door finally opens, Dom stands in the open space, his intimidating figure taking up every inch of the doorway.

  "Thank you, Chad," he says cheerfully, and then his eyes drop to mine and goosebumps break out along my shoulders. I focus my mind on his energy, trying to feel out his intentions through the atmosphere he naturally radiates.

  It's powerful and magnetic. I can only imagine how easily he convinces women to be with him, it's a flawless mask for the skeleton he holds inside. Even through the assumed intimidating strength he's putting off, I can feel the darkness lingering below.

  I tilt my chin up, meeting his gaze head on as he steps to the side and allows me entry. I look to my left and my right one last time, taking note of the fact that no one is seeing me enter this room aside from Chad.

  No one will know where I am or who I'm with. Not unless K says something to someone else, but I doubt she will. Dom has a place here in this club. It's full of authority and power, a place no one dares fuck with because it's his.