Author's Note: You all know what you're here for: filthy, filthy smut.
Slippery When Wet
Max's eyes widened as she read the text from Chloe. It consisted of two words and nothing more.
Chloe: It's here
Max dropped the textbook she'd been holding with a thud, and scrambled off her bed. After two frantic minutes of throwing on her hoodie and shoes and grabbing her bag – and almost falling over several times in the process – Max was out of the door, heading for the bus stop in what she hoped didn't look too desperate a manner. Thankfully, she didn't have to wait for long before a bus pulled up. For Max, its arrival may as well have been heralded by a choir of angels. She hopped on, and fired off a text to Chloe the instant she sat down.
Max: On my way! ôヮô
She knew the emoji would annoy her partner, but she couldn't help it. She squirmed in her seat, almost rubbing her thighs together in need.
For the last week and a half, Chloe had been denying her sex, or any kind of intimacy at all. Not out of any sense of maliciousness, no. What Chloe was doing was far, far worse. She was teasing Max, relentlessly, ruthlessly, and Max could barely take it anymore. Chloe had even banned her from taking care of herself.
"That would be cheating." She had said.
Max's phone buzzed. Naturally, it was Chloe.
Chloe: Wow, I didn't think u were that eager.
She almost glared at her phone, and then rapidly typed out a message back.
Max: Don't play innocent, you know exactly how eager I am ⋋_⋌
Not even a minute later, she received a reply. It was a picture message. She tapped the icon, and the resulting image made her situation instantly worse. It was of Chloe, the camera angled downward so the bottom half of her face was visible. She was biting her lip in a way that Max knew was entirely for her benefit. But that wasn't what had captured her attention so easily. Chloe had pulled down her tank top, exposing a generous amount of cleavage, made all the better by Chloe wearing a lacy blue bra she knew was Max's favourite. At the very bottom of the image, Chloe's bare legs were visible, spread just far enough for her hand to be seen resting between them.
Max bit her own lip, incredibly conscious of the now almost unbearable ache between her legs. It had been especially bad for the last couple of days, when Chloe had decided to send her a selfie every few hours, featuring varying states of undress and a teasing comment. She forced herself to tear her mind away from the images racing through her mind and compose a reply.
Max: No fair!
Chloe: Just making sure you're as horny as possible…
Another picture message followed. Apparently Chloe had removed the bra, and judging from her hard nipples, one of which she was rolling between her fingers, she was just as eager as Max. She was also giving Max her best fuck me eyes.
Max almost moaned out loud, and the wet, sticky heat flooding her sex seemed to grow even worse. Please let this bus ride be over soon… she pleaded to nothing in particular. Unfortunately, the universe didn't seem to be feeling kind, as it was another fifteen minutes before it reached her stop. When it stopped, Max shot off the bus like a bullet from a loaded gun. She hurtled down the street, uncaring of the odd looks directed her way. She slowed only once when her phone vibrated in her hand, and she paused to read the message.
Chloe: Door's unlocked. I'm waiting…
Max growled, and sped up. Three minutes later, she arrived at her lover's house, panting and almost entirely out of breath. That still didn't stop her from opening and closing the door as quickly as possible, and then hurtling up the stairs.
Inside the bedroom, Chloe smirked, and made sure she was arranged perfectly.
Max burst through the door, panting wildly and an almost feral look on her face. She had fully been intending to ravish Chloe the second she entered the room, but what she saw momentarily stopped her in her tracks.
Chloe was sat at the foot of the bed, her bare legs crossed over one another and her arms out to the side, supporting her weight. Just like in the last picture she'd sent, she was only wearing panties and a tank top, which she'd tied up at the bottom to expose a generous swathe of midriff. As Max's eyes hungrily roamed across her body, Chloe lowered her eyelids and quirked her lips into a deliciously evil smile, a look she knew Max could never resist. She uncrossed her legs and spread them, letting Max see the obvious damp patch adorning her underwear.
"Well, here I am." She said, dropping her voice into a sultry purr.
Max's response was nothing short of explosive. She practically flew across the room, crossing the space between the door and the bed in under two seconds. She tackled Chloe backwards onto the bed, almost too forcefully.
Chloe landed hard, the impact driving the wind from her lungs. She didn't even have time to draw breath before Max's lips smashed into her own, kissing her ferociously, desperately. Chloe kissed back just as hard, her hands roaming over Max's waist and ass. She gave it a quick but decisive smack, which only seemed to spur her on further.
Max growled, and forced Chloe further down onto the bed, using her weight to pin her lover down. Even as she continued her assault on Chloe's lips, peppering them with kisses and small bites, her left hand went straight for Chloe's panties, diving under the hem. Max was right, Chloe was easily as excited as she was. Her lover was soaking wet, and Max used this to her advantage, running a finger through the slick folds until she easily found her prize: an overly sensitive bundle of nerves, already engorged and poking out from under its hood.
The instant Max's finger made contact with her clit, Chloe's hips bucked, almost involuntarily. She broke the kiss and gasped, both in pleasure and a need for air.
Max grinned and continued her ministrations, rubbing Chloe's clit in small, deft circles. Though, as much as she enjoyed making Chloe into her own personal toy, her own need was becoming too great to ignore. She flipped a leg over Chloe's thigh, trapping it between her own. She began to grind her hips against the bare skin of her girlfriend's thigh, desperate for any kind of contact. But even though the motion of her hips brought friction, it wasn't anywhere near enough.
"Chloe.. Please…" She breathed, nuzzling into her lover's neck.
Chloe was only too happy to oblige. Max had waited a long time, after all. She maneuvered a leg around Max's waist, braced her core muscles, and rotated, flipping them over so Max was bottoming.
Max's eyes were half lidded, and she seemed almost delirious in her desire, but she was still in control. "Your tongue. In me. Now." She ordered.
"Yes ma'am." Chloe whispered. With a swift, practiced motion, she slid down Max's body and unbuttoned her pants, sliding them and Max's soaked panties off in a single pull. Once they were off, she spread Max's legs, and was rewarded with the sight of glistening pink folds. She wasted no time in teasing Max any further, she spread Max's lips and dove in, letting her tongue circle around the entrance a few times before burying it as deep as she could.
The sensation almost made Max come there and then. She arched her back, a high pitched cry tearing itself out of her throat. Her hands buried themselves in Chloe's hair, gripping almost painfully as she moved her hips against her mouth, seeking yet more pleasure.
Chloe switched tactics: she withdrew her tongue, drawing a small expression of protest from Max, until she slid two fingers into her, curling them up in a "come hither" motion until she hit Max's g-spot. Simultaneously, her tongue sought out Max's clit, lavishing the little pink nub with short, fast licks.
Max was in heaven; her moans were coming hard and fast as Chloe's fingers and tongue guided her towards a release she so, so badly needed. Her moans turned into pleading, urging Chloe to keep going.
"Chlo… keep- keep doing that. I'm so- so close… Oh fuck."
She was teetering on the edge, a few more seconds and she would achieve sweet, sweet release. She felt her inner walls begin to tighten, and she threw her head back in anticipation.
Abruptly, the pleasurable sensations in her womanhood ceased as Chloe withdrew.
Max couldn't help it, she whined pathetically in protest, her hips twitching at the sudden loss of contact.
Chloe crawled back up her body, and clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling her continued mewling. "You don't get to come yet." She breathed into Max's ear, giving her earlobe a bite for good measure.
Max gave her a confused, questioning look, and Chloe couldn't help but giggle. "Remember what you came here for (no pun intended)?" She prompted.
Max's eyes widened in realisation.
"There we go." Chloe purred. She reached up and underneath a pillow, and retrieved a shiny purple dildo. Only, it wasn't quite a regular one. One end was the classic phallic shape, with little ridges going down the length of the shaft. At the bottom of the shaft, it curved back up in the opposite direction, from a thin base into a sort of egg shape. "I got a little excited and unboxed it before you got here." She admitted, a little sheepishly.
Chloe waved it in front of Max's face, an eager smile on her own. Max, however looked confused, and tilted her head like a curious puppy.
"I thought you got us a strap-on?" She said, eyeing the purple cock in a quizzical manner.
Chloe couldn't help but feel confused herself. "I did?"
"But where's the strap?"
Something clicked in Chloe's brain. "Oh sweetie, with this kind, we don't need one. Because of this fun little sucka." She tapped the egg shaped end.
Max looked like she was on the verge of getting it, but wasn't quite sure if she was right.
"The non-dick bit goes inside me. Or you. Whatever." Chloe prompted.
Max's face was the very picture of discovery. "Ohhh." She said.
Chloe kissed her, slowly, letting Max taster herself on her tongue. "You're so hella adorable when you do that." She whispered.
She knelt up, and stripped off her tank top and panties, leaving her completely nude. She began stroking herself, relishing how Max's eyes zeroed in on the fingers now massaging her outer lips. She was still wet from Max's earlier attention, so it was with relative ease that she slipped a finger inside herself, and after a few seconds of testing, added another. She slowly pumped her fingers in and out of her sex, her gaze fixed upon Max. She grasped the strap-on with her free hand, and positioned the egg shaped end against her entrance.
Max watched, entranced, as Chloe gently pushed the appendage inside herself, her mouth forming a perfect little "o" as it sank fully in. When she let go, the purple cock jutted out a solid eight inches in front of her. Max swallowed, suddenly a little apprehensive.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine." Chloe said. "I know you've never had anything this, well, big inside you (aside from that time we used the courgette). But I promise, you'll like it."
Max nodded.
"C'mere." Chloe beckoned.
Max knelt up, and fell into Chloe's waiting embrace. They kissed, slowly, lovingly, but still with a deep seated need. Max felt Chloe's hands at the hem of her shirt, and suddenly it was being lifted over her head. Max hurriedly unfastened her bra, and threw it away.
The two came back together, hot flesh pressed against hot flesh. Chloe ran a hand down Max's breast, rolling a nipple in her hand until it was rock solid. Max sighed in pleasure, and Chloe took that as a sign, and pushed Max down onto the bed. She nudged her legs open, and positioned herself between them.
Max held her arms out, seeking out Chloe's embrace. "Make love to me." She whispered, when Chloe was laid on top of her.
Chloe swallowed. "I'm gonna make love to you."
She took hold of the cock, and lined it up with Max's entrance. She ran it through the still-wet folds a few times, so Max could get a feel of it. Then, carefully, tentatively, and conscious of Max's every breath, she pushed the first couple of inches into her lover's sex.
Max's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "Oh fuck!" She gasped.
Chloe stopped, her eyes full of concern. "You ok?" She brought a hand up to Max's face, and caressed her cheek.
Max turned her head, and kissed Chloe's palm. "Mhm. Y-yeah, I think so. Keep going."
Chloe obeyed, and inch by inch, pushed the thick fake cock deeper and deeper into Max, until it filled her so completely, so utterly that Max couldn't help but moan at the tight, pleasant stretch it was causing.
After a minute or two of stillness, and getting used to the sensation, Chloe felt Max relax around her.
"Alright." She said. "I want you to move."
In response, Chloe kissed her, hard and deep. Max kissed back eagerly, and let out a pleasurable squeal when Chloe tried an experimental, short thrust. She did it again, and was rewarded with a low, throaty moan this time. Emboldened by Max's response so far, Chloe took up a slow, deliberate rhythm, sinking the shaft agonisingly slow in and out of wet heat.
Max was soon moaning outright and gripping Chloe's ass, urging her on further. She clamped her legs around Chloe's waist, wanting – no, needingmore.
"Chloe… please… harder." She begged in between kisses.
Chloe looked down at her girlfriend's beautiful, sweat slicked face, and decides to do just that. She pulled out so the head of the cock was just barely grazing Max's swollen entrance, left her hanging for a few seconds, and slammed back into her, their hips meeting with a loud smacking sound.
Max shrieked. She couldn't help it.
Chloe grinned in a deliciously evil fashion, and before Max could recover, did it again. She kept up the rhythm, pounding into Max roughly. Max herself had dissolved into an incoherent, gasping mess, unable to do anything but grip the bed sheets as Chloe fucked her.
Chloe found herself fascinated by the motion of Max's breasts as she continued to thrust into her. Max may have not been exactly well endowed, but she was definitely jiggling in all the right places, in Chloe's opinion.
She looked up from Max's breasts, and saw her head was thrown back, an ecstatic smile on her face. Chloe smiled herself, and decided to activate her secret weapon. Literally.
In the midst of thrusting, she reached down between them, looking for the little dial on the bottom of the strap-on. After a few seconds, she found it.
Somehow, Max had retained enough awareness to notice Chloe's hand sneaking between their bodies. "Chloe, what're you- holy fucking shit-fuck. Fuck fuck fuck that's good."
Chloe had turned the dial way up, causing both ends to begin vibrating, hard. She added her own voice to the wild cries coming from Max, whose hips were bucking wildly, trying to match Chloe's pace. Rivulets of sweat were running down both their bodies, adding a salty tang to whenever they kissed.
Chloe was getting close; a wonderful pressure was building in her core, and her inner walls were clenching in a way that told her she was going to come, and come hard, very soon. She just hoped Max was close as well.
She needn't have worried. Max was on the edge of release again, and this time there was nothing to stop her crashing over the edge. She met Chloe's gaze, and the look in her eyes of pure, animal lust was enough to push her over. She screamed out her orgasm, her inner walls trying desperately to slam shut on the vibrating cock, even as a flood her of release soaked both the strap-on and the sheets beneath them.
Chloe followed a few seconds later, her voice high and strained as she achieved her own orgasm, her fluids dripping down and mingling with Max's.
She stilled, panting, her abdominal muscles already aching from the pace she'd been maintaining. Unfortunately for her, Max was still far from done.
"Don't stop." She whined, undulating her hips to try and make the still-vibrating shaft hit her most sensitive place. "Please. I need you. I need you to fuck me, Chlo."
"You got it." Chloe said, summoning reserves of energy she didn't know she had. She coyly looked at Max. "You want it deeper?"
Max looked like she'd been offered all her Christmases at once. "Hella yes." She replied, nodding vigorously.
"I was hoping you'd say that." Chloe said. She pulled out, and stilled the wet purple shaft, not without a measure of complaint from Max. "Turn over". The punk commanded. "Get on your knees."
Max obeyed, almost quivering in anticipation of what she knew was going to happen. She felt Chloe lining up behind her, and a second later that glorious feeling of being utterly filled was all she cared about.
To her surprise, though, Chloe didn't begin thrusting.
"What do you want?" Chloe said.
Max looked back and met Chloe's gaze. "I want you to fuck me."
Chloe leaned down, and ran her tongue along the edge of Max's ear. "How bad do you want me to fuck you?" She breathed. She straightened back up, and gave a single, sharp thrust.
"Uhnn, shit. I need you to fuck me more than anything. I want you to ravish my cunt. Make me come. Make me yours. Please, Chloe."
Chloe was impressed at just how horny Max must have been to engage in dirty talk like that, when she was normally quite shy about it. "What the lady wants, the lady gets."
She snapped her hips into Max's, making the younger girl cry out yet again. She pulled out slightly, and turned the vibration mode on. From the way Max arched her back and how her hand shot backwards to grip Chloe's hip, she definitely appreciated it.
Chloe eased the vibrating cock in and out of Max's wet sex, drawing a wonderful series of low moans from her girlfriend. Soon enough, her own need kicked in, and she resumed their previous rhythm, rutting frantically into Max, their hips meeting over and over again with a wet thwapsound. The shockwaves of Chloe's energetic pace were travelling up Max's ass in a mesmerizing fashion, and Chloe wished she could burn the sight into her brain for all eternity.
She didn't have long to think that, though. She felt her limit approaching, far sooner than she had anticipated. She tried to keep going, for Max's sake, but a few seconds later a second orgasm hit her like a freight train, and she had to pull out and collapse onto the bed, exhausted.
"S-sorry." She panted. "Kinda came." She removed the other end from within her and turned off the vibration. Her legs felt like jello, she definitely wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Max, however, was still desperate for another release, though she did notice all Chloe seemed to be able to do was lie down. Fortunately, she knew there'd be something her partner would be willing to do. She swung a leg over Chloe, and shuffled up her body until her hips were positioned over Chloe's face.
"Aren't we eager?" Chloe teased, though she couldn't help but suppress a shuddering of delight at the thought of lavishing Max's moist folds with her tongue.
Max could only mewl like a kitten in response.
"Fuck it, c'mere." Chloe said. She braced her arms around the outside of Max's thighs as leverage, and gripped her ass with both hands. Her tongue went to work, and suddenly her entire world was the heady smell of Max's natural musk, and the salty-sweet taste of her most intimate parts.
It wasn't long at all before Max was grinding her hips against Chloe's mouth and tongue, desperately chasing an orgasm that remained frustratingly just out of reach. She massaged her breasts, pinching her diamond-hard nipples to try and add to her pleasure. She felt Chloe shift the angle of her tongue slightly, and suddenly her release wasn't just in reach, it was going to hit any second. "Fuck, Chlo. Don't sto- I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"
She looked down, and found Chloe looking up at her. The instant their eyes met, Chloe winked, wrapped her lips around Max's clit, and sucked, hard. A blinding wave of pleasure hit her like a haymaker, and she screamed out Chloe's name even as she came directly onto her face.
Chloe didn't seem to mind. In fact, she eagerly lapped up as much liquid as she could, like a bee starved of nectar.
Max shuddered, riding out the last waves of her orgasm, and collapsed sideways onto the bed. "Wowser…" She managed to force out between giant, shaky breaths.
Having sufficiently recovered enough for lateral movement, Chloe snuggled up to her, wrapping the still trembling woman up in her arms. "Max like?"
It was a few seconds before Max could reply. "Max definitely like."
The two women kissed, happy to spend the time in silence, simply holding each other, fingers lazily wandering up and down curves.
A thought meandered its way into Max's mind. "Hey." She said. "What did it look like, when you were making love to me. You know, with our purple friend there. Did it look hot?"
Chloe purred. "So hot. Especially the way your face looked, and how your tits were bouncing." She ran a hand over the strap-on. "This was definitely a good idea".
"Mmm." Max agreed. A flirtatious edge crept into her voice. "I think I'm gonna have to find out how hot it looks, fucking someone like that."
Before Chloe could process it, Max had pinned her to the mattress, her legs on Max's shoulders. Max wasted no time, she grabbed the egg shaped end, and slipped it inside herself. The stretch she felt wasn't quite as much as the more phallic end, but it was still pleasurable. She took the other end in her hand and, after a little bit of difficulty, pushed into Chloe's entrance, which was luckily still wet enough for there to be barely any resistance.
After a few awkward thrusts, she found a rhythm she was comfortable with. Chloe seemed to find it to her liking too, she was rubbing her clit with one hand and pinching a nipple with the other.
Max looked down at the beautiful woman underneath her. "Hey, you were right." She said, after a particularly deep thrust made Chloe moan loudly.
Chloe opened her eyes. "Right… about…. What?" She asked, as Max increased the pace.
"It's totally fucking hot."
End
Author's Note: Well, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. I've never actually written outright smut before, so I hope it wasn't too terrible. In fact, I never intended to write any kind of smut, but I'm working on A Thing with a friend, which is literally just straight up porn, so I figured I might as well get used to it.
Again, hope you enjoyed it, and leave me some feedback if you really want to. Peace out.