by Alexa Woods
“The song? It’s over? Want to get some air?” Morgun looked like she didn’t mind the idea at all.
Laney slowly relaxed her grip then loosened it altogether. Her hands felt empty. Cold. Morgun’s body heat was gone as soon as she stepped away. Laney could only explain the sensation as something that felt a lot like loss or regret, or some such nonsense. Was it possible she was drunker than she thought? That would explain the irrational thoughts and emotions she couldn’t seem to keep at bay.
“Laney? Are you coming?”
She had to shake herself a second time. “Yeah.”
She followed Morgun through the crowd and made a clean break out of the room. There was a long hall that extended past them. It wasn’t well lit, because it was probably supposed to be mood-lit or whatever. The walls had some token pieces of art behind glass, probably the cheap stuff that couldn’t easily be damaged, the stuff no one drunk from a wedding could damage or would think about jacking off the wall to take home to decorate with.
Morgun glanced left, then right. “I wonder where the bathrooms are.”
“Why? Do you have to pee?”
Morgun shot Laney a scathing look. “No, but I thought that you wanted a break.”
Laney suddenly felt daring. She felt reckless. She didn’t feel like herself at all. When she looked at Morgun, the low light filtered down, turning her sandy blonde hair to an ashen color, and her green eyes seemed to glow like a cat’s. A very attractive cat. A sleek, beautiful cat dressed in black, with perfect curves, perfect breasts, gorgeous, delicate features. A cat of the night. Elegant and wild.
Morgun’s lips parted a fraction and her eyes got a wide and startled when she realized just how Laney was suddenly looking at her.
Maybe it was a full moon. Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was the dance. Maybe it was because Morgun was beautiful, sexy, smart, sweet, talented—she was a complete package and it was hard as heck not to find that attractive. Maybe it was because it had just been a really long time since Laney had any sort of connection with anyone. Okay, it had been a while for other things too. Her body felt it. She felt it. Her head felt it.
And for once her better judgement wasn’t going to change her mind, because the booze had shot that to shit.
Laney reached out and took Morgun’s hand. Morgun didn’t jerk it away. She searched the hallway with her eyes before taking a few steps and tugging Morgun behind her. Maybe Morgun was too stunned to pull away, or maybe she didn’t mind getting dragged, but either way she came willingly.
Laney tried the first handle. It was locked. She moved on to the second with a giggle and a heartbeat that echoed in her ears. Her body felt like it was on fire. The handle gave.
The room, whatever it was, was tiny and dark. So dark that as soon as Laney tugged Morgun in and shut the door, she could barely see a thing. Laney’s fingers deftly found the small lock under the handle and twisted it. In the dark, she turned, and Morgun was still there, her outline just visible. There was only a moment’s hesitation before they reached for each other, the darkness disappearing, the air disappearing, everything disappearing between them.
Chapter 11
Morgun
Laney’s actions surprised Morgun. Then again, nothing about Laney was boring or predictable. She was starting to realize that the real Laney was hidden away under layers and layers. The real Laney was complex and unfathomable. Morgun didn’t know how to read her right up until the point she looked at her in the hallway, her eyes heavy lidded, but clear with desire. There was no mistaking it. The last thing Morgun expected was for Laney to grab her hand and propel her into some room down the hall. Or to lock the door. Or to kiss her.
She had to admit that she wouldn’t have thought that kissing Laney Sterling could be nice. But it was so much more than nice. Laney Sterling did not disappoint in the kissing department.
Laney pulled away first, coming up for air. Morgun inhaled so hard she worried her lungs might explode. She felt like the wind had been knocked clean out of her. There was a very real possibility that her nipples were so hard they were going to cut straight through her dress. The decision not to wear panties that morning wasn’t exactly the smartest idea, because she was throbbing south of the border. She could literally feel beads of moisture gathering and snaking down her thighs. She rubbed her legs together indiscreetly, but that only worsened the ache and soaked her dress.
Laney set her fingers on Morgun’s jaw and cupped her face tenderly. Morgun’s eyes had adjusted to the dark of the room and she could see the twin flames dancing in Laney’s dark eyes. She looked at Morgun with an expression that Morgun had never seen from Laney. It bordered on tenderness, but it was all mixed up with her kiss-swollen lips, huge eyes, and heavy breathing, so maybe it was hard to tell. Maybe Morgun was getting it wrong.
But then Laney brushed the side of her index finger over Morgun’s cheek, and the touch was so whisper soft and gentle that she knew she wasn’t imagining the tenderness and intimacy in it. That single touch caused a chain reaction to explode in Morgun. Laney might as well have been touching her everywhere else, because the throbbing got worse and she could practically smell her arousal.
Her body ached. Her blood surged. Her heart pounded wildly. Her brain checked out and her rationality and inhibitions were already taken care of by the alcohol. She wasn’t drunk, but she was definitely buzzed, and the fact that she and Laney were alone in a darkened room with a locked door didn’t bother her the way it should have.
In fact, it didn’t bother Morgun at all. She could think of a long list of things she’d like to do to Laney in that room, and telling her not to continue touching her and escaping from the room didn’t even get close to making it onto said list.
Morgun wanted to strip Laney’s clothes away one by one. She wanted to taste every inch of her skin. She wondered what Laney’s neck would taste like, her breasts, her belly, lower…
Laney let out a groan like she could either read Morgun’s mind or was on the exact same page of the exact same book. She grabbed Morgun around the waist and pulled her in close. Their bodies bumped against each other hard. Morgun groaned when she felt their pelvic bones grind together. She could feel the heat of Laney too. Everywhere. But especially when her legs parted, and she ground against Morgun. Morgun’s hands frantically tangled in Laney’s hair and she brought their mouths together again and kissed her desperately.
Laney kissed back furiously. They ground against each other and explored with their hands while their tongues went to war, stroking and igniting fire. Laney was amazing with her tongue and Morgun didn’t come up for air until her lungs were bursting. Her lips felt thick and full, swollen from the force of Laney’s kiss. She couldn’t remember ever being kissed like that.
She couldn’t remember ever still feeling starved for more after.
Laney dropped her head and cupped Morgun’s breast with her hand. She suckled her right through her dress and bra and the sensation was astounding. She might as well not have been wearing anything at all. Morgun trembled and shivered under Laney’s skilled hands. When Laney scraped her teeth over Morgun’s nipple, she felt it straight to her core.
When she lifted her head, Morgun nearly cried out and begged her for more. Her nipple throbbed. The cold air hit like a knife and everything echoed so much lower.
Laney steadied Morgun, grasping her around the waist again. She steered her through the darkened room and Morgun went helplessly, trusting Laney implicitly even though she knew, somewhere in this very dim recess of herself, that there was something about Laney Sterling that she wasn’t supposed to like.
Dislike seemed far away. Morgun couldn’t summon up any if she tried. Then her back hit a wall somewhere in the room, and Laney was sliding down her body, her hands at her waist, then at her thighs, then lower, at her calves and ankles, pushing up the thin, stretchy fabric of her dress.
How could she dislike Laney? There was nothing to dislike about the heated satin of Laney’s hand
s against Morgun’s legs. Burning up her calves. Her knees. Her thighs. Laney pushed up her dress until she was completely exposed.
Laney let out a gasp when she realized Morgun wasn’t wearing any panties, but she didn’t comment on it. She also didn’t hesitate. Laney held up the fabric of Morgun’s dress with one hand and guided Morgun’s legs apart with the other, opening her completely. Morgun moaned and writhed into Laney’s touch.
Morgun realized that she should be embarrassed. There should be some kind of hesitation going on in her mind. She was in some random room in an art gallery, at a wedding with people she didn’t even know.
This is an agreement. This isn’t part of the agreement. She didn’t want Laney to stop. She didn’t want her to stop any of it. So, what if it’s an agreement and this isn’t part of it? There’s always room for improvement on just about everything…
Laney didn’t use her fingers first. She didn’t take her time exploring or teasing. No, Laney wasn’t like anyone else. She dove in, her tongue tasting, lashing Morgun. Her knees went watery and she swore she could have liquefied and slid down the wall, but Laney held her with her one hand, kept her safely against the wall. Morgun’s entire body trembled. She closed her eyes, threw her head back against the hard wall behind her, let her eyes roll back, and enjoyed what Laney was doing.
Morgun moaned wildly, thrusting her fingers into Laney’s hair as she writhed. She had never felt so unhinged in her life. Laney wasn’t afraid to change it up. She knew exactly how to taste and touch Morgun to make her wild. She used her fingers to slowly circle Morgun’s straining clit while she thrust her tongue up inside her. She switched that up too, teasing the tight bud with her tongue while she slowly soaked her finger in Morgun’s slick folds, then even more slowly, inserted it inside her.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Laney groaned.
Morgun just about lost it. Her whole body was felt numb, but it was also glowing with sensation. Every nerve ending felt like it might have been burned off. She was losing it. Losing control. Losing herself. Losing the fight to hold back. Why am I holding back? She didn’t know, except that she didn’t want it to end.
Waves of pleasure rolled from her toes, mingling with the shivers already gathered in her thighs. Morgun knew it was only a matter of seconds before that tight coil in her belly, her thighs, and her core reached the crescendo and gave way.
Laney probably sensed it too. She didn’t change what she was doing, because what she was doing was already pure magic. Morgun could feel her leg muscles tightening. Her belly trembled then tightened with every new shiver. She wrenched her head back, hitting the wall hard, but it didn’t create any more stars behind her closed eyes than what was already there. And there was an entire sky full of them.
Laney did something magic with her hand where she touched Morgun’s clit while she kept thrusting up into her. Her tongue explored her folds, lapping at her, suckling her, making noises that should have turned Morgun red with embarrassment, but she was too far gone to even consider it. Those noises were hot. She didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on, but listening to Laney eating her loudly, not holding back and with zero shame of her own, was probably the biggest turn-on Morgun had ever experienced.
Her hips bucked wildly, rolling into Laney’s hand and face. Morgun tried to keep the volume to a minimum because she did realize that they were in some random room and anyone, probably even security, could come looking for them. There was a point when she couldn’t keep her moans and whimpers in, and they crashed and ricocheted off the walls of the room.
And then she came. She came so hard that she had no idea if she was screaming or making no sound at all. The room disappeared and it was just her and Laney and the pleasure. The hot waves were so violent and brutal that they were almost painful, but that was okay. It was so damn good.
Morgun had never, ever, not once in her life, experienced a climax that gripped her entire body. Her fingertips and her toes were tingling. Her legs were on fire. Her arms were heavy. Her stomach and thighs were tight with the aftershocks. She could feel the way her inner walls clenched around Laney’s finger She could feel her whole body throbbing and pulsing. She came until she was totally spent, and even then, the shockwaves and aftershocks continued.
“Oh, my goodness,” Morgun panted.
“Same from down here.” Laney stood up. She hesitated for just a second, then kissed Morgun just as furiously and passionately as she had before.
Chapter 12
Laney
Laney knew her lips were swollen and glistening with Morgun’s arousal, but Morgun wasn’t squeamish about tasting herself. She kissed Laney hard, thrusting her tongue into her mouth and moaning when she tasted the spice of herself there.
The alcohol was still working, and the regrets hadn’t kicked in yet. Not that she should have any. This wasn’t anything permanent. This was a one-off at a wedding. And why not? They were young. They were slightly buzzed. There was attraction there. What was wrong with what they were doing?
What was she so afraid of anyway? Feeling something? Being alive? Having a good time? Maybe Laney wanted the one thing she kept telling everyone she didn’t, even just a little, because everyone wanted it, didn’t they?
When Laney pulled away, she was so turned on by the kiss, by touching Morgun, by tasting her, by just being alone with her, that she was ready for more. So much more. She would have done anything with Morgun in that room. Her eyes were well adjusted to the light and Morgun was looking at her with a hungry, intense stare that said she would do just about anything as well. Her eyes were big and soft. Her whole face was suffused with something that didn’t come from just a really good orgasm.
Laney might have felt the connection as well, but she wasn’t going to admit it. She didn’t have room in her life for feelings. Pleasure, yes. Sex, sure. Relationships…she’d tried that, and they usually didn’t work out. Mostly because her lifestyle didn’t suit one. She just couldn’t see herself getting involved with someone. That would be giving her family, particularly her mom, fuel for the already roaring fire. Plus, Laney was just too busy.
She thought she could pull Morgun into this room and they could let the sparks fly and enjoy each other. After, they could blame it on the alcohol if they wanted, or whatever else they saw fit, and they could get on with their lives.
Laney was so sure Morgun didn’t like her. You didn’t have to like a person to be attracted to them. It seemed like a safe idea. Plus, there was always the fact that Laney probably wouldn’t see Morgun again and Morgun wouldn’t see her. If they were willing to have some fun for a single night, why not? It was nice to unwind sometimes, and weddings and booze definitely had that effect on some people.
But Morgun was looking at her like she wanted more. As in, something beyond the room, beyond physical. She didn’t want to blame what happened on anything other than the fact that she wanted it.
Laney had seen that look before. The softness. And she just couldn’t go there.
Even if it felt like something sharp and evil digging at her ribs. Errant underwire. That’s kind of what the sensation was like. Except from the inside out.
“Look,” she whispered. “I think…I think maybe we should get back.”
Morgun frowned and her eyes glazed over with pain she couldn’t hide. It made the spot behind Laney’s ribs ache with even more ferocity.
“But I…I thought…” Morgun bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes were huge. She didn’t blink and Laney eventually had to look away.
“I think you’ve more than fulfilled your end of the deal. If you want, I’ll call you a cab.”
“A cab?”
“I’m clearly too buzzed to drive.”
Morgun got the message real fast. The confusion left her face and her eyes narrowed. A touch of red appeared in her cheeks, but it wasn’t a blush. It was just straight pissed off.
“I see. So, you want to just get rid of me after what we just did.”
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bsp; “It’s not like that.”
“It is like that. That’s basically what you’re saying.”
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
“What is it that you’re so afraid of? You think that once you cross an invisible line that the whole world is going to implode? Or are you just afraid that something might get under that thick skin you take so much pride in perfecting?”
“I’m just exhausted by the endless questions. I don’t have time for it. I don’t want to make time for it.”
“So, you can touch me, but I can’t touch you?”
“I’m sorry. That’s not how I planned it. I really did want to do this with you, but I just can’t take things any further than this. I can see that you want more and I can’t offer it to you. I don’t want to hurt you. Honestly. I’m not trying to use you, and I don’t want you to feel that way, so I think we should just walk down to my car, and I’ll give you your thousand bucks and call you a cab to make sure you get home safely.”
Morgun steeled herself. She yanked at her dress, adjusting everything back into place. She smoothed back her hair and drew her shoulders back. She turned and wouldn’t look at Laney. She marched straight for the door, flipped the lock, and threw it open.
Laney watched her go. She shut her eyes and did a silent countdown in her head so she wouldn’t chase after Morgun and make things worse, but also so that she could control her rising…what?
She wanted to say it was anger, but she couldn’t really make herself believe that. She felt a sense of something stronger, deeper, more personal and more painful. It didn’t make sense. It must be the alcohol playing tricks with her brain. Although she really hadn’t had that much. She could usually sort out her feelings, so she knew it wasn’t that. It was just easier to say it was. Like it was easier to let Morgun leave.
Laney hurried to catch up with her, because she didn’t want Morgun to leave without the thousand dollars she was owed. Laney didn’t want anyone to ever say she hadn’t upheld her end of a bargain. Her word was important to her and a deal was a deal.
