Dinner prequel
A/N: I don't own anything! Story is based on a prompt from my beloved "50 shades of pitch perfect"!
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No need to argue with her at this point, Anna thought as Brittany dragged her into the small locker room backstage. To be honest, she had summoned this situation by almost attacking the blonde on stage after they shot the finals scene for PP2. Her breath still hot on her ear from when she had whispered "I want you! Now!"
And now here she was, pressed against the door of a room just as big enough so the two of them would fit in it together. Brittany's hot and greedy lips on her neck, her collarbone and on the exposed skin of her breasts that she revealed when ripping her black vest open. Demanding hands that kneaded them with more lust then tenderness, but that was something Brittany kept for romantic nights in her bedroom, not for spontaneous "You're mine and I'm going to prove this to you wherever we are"- driven sex. Anna had learned to live with this from the beginning of their relationship, and she wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.
By now the blonde was tearing her jeans open and shoved them with her panties to the floor. Hastily and fast, like the way she attached her lips to Anna's swollen clit. Anna's head hit the wooden door behind her and she bit her lips to suppress the scream that was about to leave her. Not too much attention. The others already knew where they were.
But she was no longer able to hold back her pleasure when she felt Brittany thrusting three fingers at once into her core. "Fuck Britt!" her voice trembling and hoarse. A few thrusts and she had adjusted to Brittany filling her so abruptly and the slight pain turned into a relish sensation as her slender fingers hit her sweet spot and she came on instant. Nails clawing into Britts now red locks, legs shaking. Brittany withdraw her fingers immediately to replace them with her tongue, helping Anna ride out her high and capture her essence. Then she shot up and kissed the younger one passionately, letting her taste herself.
A knock on the door startled them and they broke for air. "If you're done fuckin your brains out, we will go for dinner!" Rebel shouted and laughed. The girls looked at each other and Brittany stole a quick but equally passionate kiss before she helped Anna getting dressed again.