Part 8 (1/2)
”I don't want to hurry.” Angela sucked on West's lower lip, easing off on her c.l.i.t but keeping her finger on it. ”I love the way you kiss too much to stop right now.”
”Then don't.” West dipped her tongue in and out of Angela's mouth, teasing her. ”You know I can take a lot of c.l.i.t play before I lose it.” As if to prove it, West guided Angela's finger lower, coating it with the thick come that pooled between her legs, then guiding Angela's finger around her c.l.i.t in lazy circles. The muscles in her inner thighs quivered as her c.l.i.t lengthened and grew stiff. ”I like it when you work me up.”
Jill took two stumbling steps into the room before blurting, ”I should go.”
She didn't sound too convincing, and Angela saw that she had her hand in her bikini bottoms and was busy fingering her c.l.i.t, the bulge of her knuckle making short, fast circles beneath the bright yellow material.
”I've got a better idea.” Angela smiled at Jill's dazed expression. ”Why don't you finish yourself off with West's c.l.i.t in your mouth? Would you like that?”
”Oh yes,” Jill murmured, staring with wide eyes at Angela's and West's fingers teasing West's c.l.i.t simultaneously.
”Come suck her, then, but try not to make her come. Just make her feel nice for as long as you can.”
When Jill hesitated, West inched closer to the side of the bed and spread her thighs wide. ”It's okay. I'd really like it if you went down on me.”
Jill rushed the last few feet and collapsed to her knees, her hands automatically clutching West's thighs. Their eyes met for a second before Jill delicately spread West's c.u.n.t open with both hands.
”What do you like?” Jill asked, wetting her lips with her tongue. Her eyes were fever bright and eager.
”She likes to be sucked pretty hard,” Angela said before West could answer. ”But stop and lick her for a minute every once in a while so she doesn't get off right away.” She curled against West's side again and kissed her. ”Okay, baby?”
Instead of answering, West tangled her fingers in Angela's hair and tugged her head back so that she could thrust her tongue deep into her mouth. She shuddered at the first hot brush of Jill's mouth over her c.l.i.t and whispered against Angela's lips, ”Whatever you want, remember?”
”I want to kiss you while you come in her mouth.” Angela sucked West's tongue back into her mouth, teasing and playing with it, then darting her own into the warm inner recesses of West's mouth. The only sound other than their harsh breathing was Jill's quiet moaning as she sucked. Finally, Angela released West's tongue long enough to look down at Jill. Her eyes were closed, one hand kneading the swollen blood-flushed edges of West's c.u.n.t lips, the other rubbing her own p.u.s.s.y. Her mouth was s.h.i.+ny with pearly come.
”Doesn't she have a great c.l.i.t?” Angela asked.
”Mmm. Mmm,” Jill responded, shaking her head, her lips still fastened to West's c.l.i.t.
The vibration shot through the core of West's c.l.i.t and into her stomach. She jerked. ”Jesus.”
Laughing, Angela ran her tongue delicately along the inner surfaces of West's upper lip and then her lower. She rubbed West's tense stomach in small, light circles with one hand and started masturbating herself to the same rhythm with the other. ”Mmm, you like this, don't you?”
”I like everything you do to me.”
”Oh yeah?” Angela went back to stroking West's lips with the tip of her tongue, one hand still buried deep in her own wet c.u.n.t. ”You like this?”
”You've got the greatest mouth.” West fought to focus on Angela's dreamy eyes. She sucked the tip of Angela's tongue lightly, stiffening as Jill unintentionally pulled on her c.l.i.t at just the same moment, mirroring the motion. ”Oh f.u.c.k.”
Angela smiled against her mouth. ”Is she doing you nice, baby?”
”Yes,” West gasped, gripping Angela's breast. It was heavy and hot, and when Jill swept the length of her c.l.i.t with her tongue, she squeezed Angela harder than she intended.
Angela whimpered and pushed her c.u.n.t against West's leg, rubbing her crushed c.l.i.t faster. ”Tell me. Tell me what she's doing to you.”
West worked Angela's nipple into a tight, hard ball between her fingers, arching her neck as Angela sucked at her throat. ”She's sucking me just like you told her to-slow and hard... uh... starting at the bottom and sliding all the way out to the head.” As she spoke, Jill repeated the motions on her c.l.i.t. West pumped her hips insistently, trying to get more of her c.l.i.t into Jill's mouth.
”G.o.d it makes me hot.” The bed rocked as Angela rode West's leg in short, hard thrusts, her fingers holding her c.l.i.t. ”I love to hear her suck you. What else? What else is she doing?”
”Uh... she's got the tip of her tongue under the hood and she's sucking ... oh, Jesus...” West wrenched her head away as Angela bit her neck and Jill tongue-whipped her c.l.i.t. ”f.u.c.k, she's good.”
Angela dug her nails into West's stomach, and when West twisted her nipple sharply in response, she tried to pull free. ”Stop it! You'll make me come.”
West couldn't hear anything above the screaming ache in her c.l.i.t. She kept tormenting Angela's nipple with one hand and grabbed the back of Jill's head with the other, forcing Jill's mouth tightly against her c.u.n.t. ”Jesus, Jill, suck me harder. I want to get off.”
”Me, too,” Angela whimpered, thrusting her tongue into West's mouth as she thumbed her c.l.i.t back and forth and drove her fingers in and out between the swollen folds of her p.u.s.s.y. West sucked Angela's tongue harder. Angela moaned into her mouth.
Jill abruptly stopped sucking and West yelled, ”Oh man, don't quit now! I'm about ready to shoot like a rocket.”
”I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Jill wailed against West's c.l.i.t. ”I can't help it. I'm going to come!” She writhed and rubbed her cheek frantically in West's c.u.n.t. ”Oh. I'm coming. I'm coming!”
”G.o.d!” Angela cried, the sound of Jill coming setting her off.
West's thighs clenched as she stared down at Jill, her hard c.l.i.t pounding as Jill ground her face into it while she came. ”f.u.c.k. f.u.c.k!” She let go of Angela's breast and grabbed Jill's head with both hands, trying to get Jill's mouth back around her c.l.i.t. ”f.u.c.k, baby,” she gasped, desperately searching Angela's hazy eyes. ”I'm going to lose it if she keeps doing that.”
”Come with me, honey,” Angela pleaded. ”Now, honey, now.”
West howled and came in Jill's face. Angela whined and squeezed spasm after spasm from her gus.h.i.+ng c.u.n.t. Jill found West's pulsing c.l.i.t while it was still pumping and sucked it in, sending West off again with a hoa.r.s.e shout.
When their last mingled cries of pleasure drifted off, Angela snuggled against West's shoulder. Wrapping an arm around West's middle, she gave a contented sigh. ”Good, honey?”
”Better than good.” West kissed Angela's forehead, one hand still tangled on Jill's hair. ”You okay, Jill?”
Her face slack with pleasure, Jill pillowed her face against West's stomach and fondled West's still-hard c.l.i.t. Drowsily, she sighed, ”Oh yes. I'm really glad you invited me to share your cabin.”
West and Angela covered Jill's hand with both of theirs and said simultaneously, ”What else are friends for?”
Right Here, Right Now Karin Kallmaker ”Did you think I was going to let you get away with that?” My girlfriend's hoa.r.s.e whisper in my ear as we hurried down the stairs to our stateroom was everything I could have wanted. The woman coming up the stairs gave us a strange look, probably because the words sounded threatening and my girlfriend did appear to be almost chasing me. I would have been moving even faster had I not been wearing white patent stilettos and managing my floor-sweeping toga.
Halfway down we got a completely different once-over from the butch lead guitarist of that rock band. She and my girlfriend must have exchanged split-second glances, too, because the guitarist looked at me again, and I was pretty sure if her eyes could have undone the single clip keeping my toga on one shoulder, they would have. It wasn't a come-on to me, but a compliment to my butch . . . just one of those things they do. When we'd booked the cruise she'd been afraid the femme-laden brochures meant she would be ”odd boi out,” but there were enough buzz cut butches for her comfort level. She looked smas.h.i.+ng in a toga knotted on both shoulders, and with plain leather sandals, every inch a serious Roman senator. I'd decided to play the part of the very naughty Messalina.
We skittered around the final corner to our stateroom, and I could hear she had the key out already. A friend of mine thinks commitment means boredom. She'd p.r.o.nounced that couples were guaranteeing themselves a life of predictable pa.s.sion.
My butch was predictable all right, and I liked her that way. Frankly, I prefer consistent as a description of her.
She flattened me against the door to unlock it, her pelvis grinding against my a.s.s. The door burst open and we stumbled inside. Her hands were pus.h.i.+ng up the bed-sheet-c.u.m-toga before the door even swung shut.
”You were showing off, weren't you? Waving your beautiful a.s.s around?”
”That show was for you. I thought you'd like a courtesan's lap dance.” I started to turn to face her, but she shoved me toward the tiny vanity area at the foot of the double bed. Leaning her weight into me, she parted and pulled up the fabric to expose my a.s.s and back, then planted my hands on the edge of the narrow counter.
”Stay right there like that. G.o.d, I knew you weren't wearing panties.”
I did as she told me and had no wish to do anything else. Grasping the edge of the vanity counter firmly, I bent into the same pose I'd adopted to pick up my napkin just before she'd told me we were going back to our room, right now.
”You wanted me to do you right there, in front of everyone. I know that's your fantasy.” Her hands were all over my hips, my a.s.s, grasping me firmly until I was where she wanted. ”Oh, baby, look at you. You need it bad, don't you?”
”Like you weren't petting me so everyone could watch. We both know what we want.”
She draped herself over me and I realized she'd shed her own bed sheet. Her supple skin was slick against mine. I looked into the mirror and saw that look on her face, the one I loved, the one that was heavy with l.u.s.t and determined to get completely lost in me.