Hi everyone!
So, I had this idea for a very long time, pratically since I watched these two episodes, and I have been writing this first chapter for a couple of weeks now, along with the last few chapters of my other fic, "The Client" (which - if there is someone who is reading this - I'm going to update soon, I promise) but I had to get this finally out and post it to feel some peace first.
Anyway, in this first part I wrote about a possible continuation for the library scene in 3x03 (the first one of course, with them on the floor). Although it is smutty, it is not pure smut. Meaning, there are a lot of thoughts and emotions going on... The next part instead, that will follow on the next chapter, will be about the continuation of the "girlfriend scene" in 3x04 with a much more sweet, sappy, loving moment and a lovemaking scene (not in the bunk in front of Ingalls and DeMarco of course ;) But for now, I'll leave you to this one :)
Also, this first chapter is a gift to my friend Vausemaniac :) Because she is always so patient with me and always willing to listen to my rants about Vauseman in season 3 (which I still have to finish to watch... Yeah)
Disclaimer: I don't own Orange Is The New Black.
I apologize for eventual grammatical errors, english is not my first language.
Piper's POV
Warning: What follows is all consensual. We have to deal with a pretty dominant Alex, but it doesn't contain violence. However, it contains a very strong language, degrading terms and insults, so, if this is not really your thing, I gently suggest you to leave now. If you are all still here however...
Enjoy
She hovered above me, kissing me just one more time, although given the amount of teeth that she used, call it a kiss may be a little too much; it was more like a bite, harsh, hungry, another reminder that that was going to be anything but sweet, gentle lovemaking.
But it was all right.
Neither I wanted that. And she gave me the confirmation of her intentions just a moment later, as soon as she pulled back, flipping me on my front so quickly and with so much force that it made my head spin.
It shouldn't have surprised me anymore feel how strong Alex could be when she was so angry; the dull pain that persisted on my cheek because of the violent slap that she gave me just the previous day was another reminder of that, but this time, even if she didn't hurt me, her show of power and dominance was clear, even more than the previous day, and in front of it, my body was willing to submit, unable to do anything else except respond to her possessive, demanding touch and get ready for whatever she had planned for me.
She pulled my pants and underwear down and I helped her by lifting my hips a little; it took a moment longer given the unusual position, but as soon as she finished and I kicked the offending garments for the rest of the way, I felt her body hovering above mine once again.
Her warmth was enough to send shivers of electricity down my spine, waking up every nerve of my body simply with the whisper of her incredibly close proximity. But when she touched me, and I felt her hand sliding between my slightly parted thighs to cup my center from behind, my breath hitched in my throat, leaving me breathless for several moment as a new pang of arousal hit me in my lower abdomen and started spreading all over my body.
"God... You're dripping."
That simple statement was enough to make me whimper, feeling as my cheeks started to heat up a little with a strange combination of both arousal and embarrassment. But her voice, that deep, slightly husky voice, and that low, almost dangerous tone that she used, made me shudder with pleasure and sense of anticipation.
I knew exactly how wet I was. I had been in those conditions since I saw her that morning and pretty vivid images of our encounter from the previous day started to flash in my mind.
And now, with her hand pressed against me, I was well aware of the fact that I had reached a level that was considered beyond comfortable, but apparentely, Alex had no intention to take pity on me anytime soon. And honestly, I expected this.
...But I wasn't expecting to enjoy it so much.
She started exploring my folds with those long, incredibly talented fingers of hers, coating them in my slick juices, gathering as much wetness as she could before going lower and trap my clit between two of her fingers, giving a testing squeeze that didn't fail in making me moan, softly, yet loud enough for her to hear, receiving back a low grunt, something that was between a groan and a bitter bark of a laugh.
"Is me forcing you down and treating you like a whore that has you so aroused or what?"
The venom in her deep throaty voice was no longer as strong as it had been just a few minutes previous, but I could perfectly hear the almost cruel note in it mixed with a strange sense of pride.
She wanted to embarrass me.
And it was working.
I could feel my cheeks burning at that insult, but in response to her question, even if I found myself unable to give her a proper answer - not knowing if I should have turned and slapped her as hard as she had done with me the day before, or insult her back - my body already had one ready for her.
Much to my embarrassment, a new flood of arousal gushed out of me to coat her hand as soon as her words sunk into me, something that definitely pleased Alex very much given her immediate reaction.
"I see," She groaned close to my ear, her breath caressing the side of my neck and sending a powerful undeniable pleasant shiver down my spine as she kept running her fingers through my slick folds, causing me to moan out loud once again as my hands tried unsuccessfully to take a grip on something, anything but the rough, cold carpet resting beneath me.
"Well I guess I shouldn't be so surprised, should I?" She continued, never stopping the teasing, tormenting, yet delicious movement of her fingers between my legs.
"After all, isn't this the reason you wanted me back here so badly?" She asked me. "So that you could get a proper fuck?" It was impossible not to notice how the anger had started to resurface in her voice, extending its effect also to her touch as she trapped my clit once again, more firmly this time, before milking it between two of her fingers.
Her words echoed in my head, and the reminder that I was there, locked in that cage with her, where she could take me like this and fuck her hate and anger into me whenever she wanted, for how contorted, that thought only aroused me more.
I tried to stiffle a moan but it escaped from my lips like a pitiful whimper as my hips bucked against her hand, seeking more contact, more precision from that deliberately torturous touch that was driving me insane. But for how clear and obvious the response that my body was giving to her was, this time she demanded more.
"I asked you a question," She reminded me, deliberately stopping her movement and lowering her tone into an almost intimidating one. "And you better answer me, revengeful piece of shit, or I'll leave you just like this."
That insult, as all the ones she had been throwing at me in the last two days did, stung, but it was nothing comparable to the inimaginable ache that I felt growing between my legs at that threat.
It wasn't an empty warning, and I knew it. My body went rigid at her words and my breath hitched in my throat with panic. But even if she knew that she had all the power in this, I still hadn't completely submitted to her despite which my current position was, and I wanted a chance to take some of my dignity back.
"Fuck you." I spat back through gritted teeth from keeping to whimper at the loss of her touch.
But it was a mistake.
Not even a second later she was hovering above me, pratically pressed against my back, fisting my hair in a firm grip and pulling with so much force that it made me scream in pain. But for how much I tried to deny it to myself, it excited me even more.
"You have already fucked me." She growled in my ear. A low, dangerous tone that combined with her warm breath caressing the sensitive skin of my neck didn't fail in making me shudder with pleasure. "You have already screwed me over. And now I'm back just like you wanted." The hold she had on my hair tightened even more making me yelp. "Now it is my turn to fuck you. But since I know exactly how much you want it, you are going to ask for it nicely."
Her words couldn't have been more clear.
She wanted me to beg for it.
And even if part of me wanted to resist, I couldn't certainly ignore the way my inner muscles were fluttering, almost painfully, with the overwhelming desire to feel her inside.
I wanted her.
I needed her.
I needed this.
There was no point in pretending that I didn't, and the truth that she knew too, was that I couldn't wait a minute longer to feel her touch on me.
So I just gave up and surrendered.
"P-please Alex..." I whimpered, feeling another surge of embarrassment rise from my stomach and spread with warmth across my cheeks.
"Please what?" She asked me, still not completely pleased by my answer.
My eyes fluttered open, but from my position, the only sight of Alex that I had was a strand of her soft black hair near my shoulder, so I just closed them once again, picturing in my mind the wicked smirk that I knew was probaby tugging at her lips in that moment, as if she already knew what I was going to say next.
"Please," I begged her before swallowing, hard. "Fuck me."
And there they were.
The three magic words that earned me back the delightful sensation of those long skilled fingers between my legs, causing me to moan out loud when she found the hard little bud of my clit and started circling the tip, already completely exposed from beneath its thin hood and that was begging for her attentions.
"Good girl." She praised me, clearly satisfied. "Maybe some discipline is all you need, so maybe next time you'll think twice before decide to act like the selfish bitch in heat that you are."
If it wasn't for the fact that not even a second after she finished her sentence, with the use of one knee she parted my legs further and her hand went suddenly higher to press her fingers against my opening, I would have come up with something just as degrading to say back to her too.
But in the moment she pushed past my entrance with two fingers, every thought that was forming in my head, every insult that I could have come up with, dissolved into nothing, just like the air that was trapped into my lungs, leaving me breathless for several long seconds as my mouth fell open on reflex and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Oh God... I thought. But no sound came out of my throat. The feeling of that delicious stretch had taken everything from me, even the ability to speak.
My hands clenched into tight fists, scratching the carpet beneath me in the process as my hips bucked back against her on their own will, succeeding in taking that last inch left of her so that she was deep inside me till her knuckles. And at that point, when I was so full of her that it was all I could feel as my inner muscles clamped down tightly around her, I finally found my voice.
My head tilted back from the floor, arching my back a little in the movement as I moaned.
Loudly.
But I was still able to hear Alex's deep guttural groan next to my ear.
"Fuck. You are so tight." She growled. And I knew that better than she did.
In that particular position I was certainly tighter, yet she had slipped inside of me without meeting any kind of resistance except for the blissful stretch that I felt at the beginning as she pushed past my entrance; I was so wet that she knew she could do it without a problem, but now that I had her inside of me like I wanted, pull back wouldn't have been so easy, even if it was exactly what I wanted her to do only to feel her fill me over and over.
And so she did. Slowly. So slowly that the movement brough only more torment instead of the relief I was hoping to get by feeling her inside, but luckily, my agony ended soon enough.
Just when I thought that she was going to pull out completely, she slammed back in with so much force that it made me scream both in surprise and in pleasure, mixed with just a hint of pain that I felt coursing through my veins and through every single nerve of my body, until it reached my skull in the same instant she hit that delicious spot resting deep inside of me.
"Fuck! Alex!" I cursed, calling her name like a prayer.
Just a moment later she leaned in, resting part of her weight on me as she supported herself on her elbow.
The warmth of her body was compelling, so intense that it only added to the other immense pleasure that she was making me experience as she started to pump her fingers in and out of me.
"That's right," She whispered in response to me when another gasp fell from my lips as she deliberately hit that spot over and over. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll be sore and wet for a week, so that you'll think of me with every fucking step you'll take. And knowing you," She paused, letting out another sound that was between a growl and a laugh when she heard me gasp and moan with each one of her thrusts, before continuing, whispering almost arrogantly with that incredibly deep sexy voice of hers in my ear. "You're probably going to scream only to get more."
As if on response to her, my hips bucked back against her, trying to take her even deeper.
Truth was that I was already a bit sore from the previous day, but that light burn of pain only added to the immense pleasure that was making tingle with jealousy every nerve of my body that didn't have the luck to be between my legs, and her words certainly didn't make the situation any better.
She knew me too well.
Even after all those years, the first time we had had sex in prison she remembered exactly how to touch me, where to touch me and with what amount of pression to make me scream her name as she turned me into mush. And now, beside her touch, her words were having an effect on me that I didn't expect, and that made me burn with both embarrassment and arousal.
She could have demanded something more from me, make me beg for what was yet to come, but she didn't.
What she was feeling was more than enough for the moment.
Whatever I would have said it would have never been more satisfying than feeling the direct, most authentic one of all the responses coming right from inside of me as my inner muscles fluttered and clenched around her every time she pushed in, and feeling as my own juices slipped out of me to coat her hand whenever she pulled back.
My body was just an instrument, one that only the hot, scorching, passionate woman that answered to the name of Alex Vause could play and make it sing in ecstasy and delight.
The rhythm she had chosen was harsh, fast.
And in that moment, I desired nothing less.
It was perfect.
I just hoped that I would be able to keep my voice down as I screamed; the last thing that I wanted was draw the attention of some CO and end up in the SHU, where my hand wouldn't have been enough to safisfy the unquenchable thirst that only Alex's touch could satiate.
My hair fell, covering part of my face as she kept fucking me, as hard and deep as she could, trying to put more pressure on my front wall even if in that position was much more difficult. But Alex's long slender fingers could reach every place inside of me, every sensitive spot that no one else had ever been able to stimulate with her same precision and accuracy.
It made me only crave for more.
And luckily, this Alex, this angry full of rage woman that was fucking me into oblivion, seemed just as eager to give me everything she had as I was to take whatever she had to give.
Her hate was the first thing that I felt when she said to me to turn over because she couldn't even stand the idea to look at me. It should have hurt me, instead, I was just a bit shocked and even kind of incredulous by her order, but the truth was that I didn't care, as long as I could feel her against me, around me, inside me... Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. Not even the devastating storm of contrasting emotions that was running through me was enough to distract me from the overwhelming physical bliss that was shattering and mending my body all at once again and again.
I spread my legs further apart, bending one at my side in a silent invitation so she could go even deeper. An invitation that was eagerly accepted, and that made me cry out in pleasure, sending such intense sparks of electricity through my body that it made me shudder when her fingertips hit that delicious spot with precision.
I was close.
My hands tried to get a hold on something, but ended up scratching the rough carpet beneath me once again at her next unforgiving thrust.
"Oh God, oh fuck... Yes! Alex-" I moaned breathlessly.
But as soon as the words left my lips, I was rewarded with a new forceful hair pull that made me gasp in surprise.
"Shut up." She growled in my ear. "I said that you could scream not that you could talk."
In any other moment I would have refused to be treated in such a humiliating, degrading way, but in that moment, I couldn't ignore the way my body responded to her insults, to her vicious, almost brutal force and to her show of power that had me embarrassingly wet.
I had stopped to ask myself why all of that aroused me so much since she flipped me on my front on the dirty floor and pushed inside me. All I knew, the only certainty I had, was that I loved it, and I loved feeling Alex like that.
Stripped from every trace of control.
Yet, I knew, with every fiber of my being, that if I would have asked her to stop for some reason, she would have pulled away from me in a blink.
She may have acted like the rage, hate driven woman that was boiling with anger.
But the real Alex was under that thick, obfuscating red fog. And I trusted her.
And in that moment, the last thing I wanted her to do, was stop.
I was so close that my hips, for how awkwardly it was in that particular position, were following her harsh rhythm as my inner muscles kept fluttering, now even more frequently around her long fingers.
I had to bite my bottom lip, hard, to prevent a "Please" to slip out, knowing that if I would have disobeyed her orders, she would have probably punished me by delaying further the release I desperately needed and which echo was becoming so loud that was driving me insane with each one of her trusts, and feeling Alex's warm body pressed against my back, hearing her slightly labored breath caress my cheek, indicating exactly how aroused she had become by touching me, wasn't making things any easier.
I was so close that I could have come in a heartbeat, but to send me flying over the edge, I needed one more thing. One that Alex knew perfectly well.
And just when I started to think that she was going to deny to me some more what I needed so badly, in no more than two seconds, she withdrew her fingers and flipped me on my front. She was so fast, and her movement so abrupt that I gasped for the surprise, but the only thing I registered, was the aching emptiness that I felt between my legs when she pulled out of me.
She knew exactly what I needed, and for how much I knew she didn't want to look at me, get what I craved for in our previous position was near to impossible.
It was no surprise that Alex had realized how close I was.
No one had ever been able to read my needs and listen to my body like Alex could. And during the years we had been together, that ability of hers had evolved so much, that reading me and my needs had became as simple as breathing for her.
My eyes fluttered open in the same moment she settled between my legs. Instinctively, I parted them further to make some more space, bending them at the knees before crossing my arms to grip the hem of my shirt, pulling up just enough to take off the offending garment and then slumping back one again, completely naked except for my bra; even if she refused to look at me, nothing would have made me give up the chance to feel the warmth of her body and the sensation of her skin pressed against mine.
A moment later, she was hovering above me, her hand resting on my center once again as her fingers pressed lightly right above my entrance. I was so wet that I knew I could have justjerked my hips forward and take her inside in a split second, but for how hard it was to resist that overwhelming temptation, I waited.
A deep guttural groan rumbled in her chest capturing my attention and making me look down, where I noticed she was looking too, right between my legs, watching how open, swollen and ready I was for her. The look of pure desire on her face was unmistakable, I would have recognized it among thousands even without the need to look into her eyes.
It made me whiper miserably, feeling as my clit twitched and a new, small flood of wetness gushed out from deep inside me.
That was it.
I may had not talked, but my body was screaming out loud. Begging her.
And apparently, it was all Alex needed to see.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, but had probably been just a few short seconds, her fingers pressed forward, and this time, she decided to add a third one.
The first couple of inches slipped inside so deliciously that made me moan out loud as I arched my back, but when the wider part, her knuckles, caught a little at my opening, a small hiss of pain fell from my lips and I winced despite my best efforts. It was small, barely audible, but apparently loud enough to get Alex's attention.
She froze, and for the first time since she had started fucking me, her eyes fixed on mine, and in that brief moment, where time seemed to slow down, I saw the real Alex resurface.
The light soreness was nothing but the reminder of the rough, heated encounter we had the previous day. Yet, in that moment, I couldn't not notice the flash of true concern that appeared into those dark, lust filled, emerald eyes at my visible discomfort. But just like it had appeared, not even a heartbeat later, right when I spread my legs wider in a silent reassurance and invitation for her to continue and hooked one knee around her waist, that look of concern disappeared completely from her face, and in her eyes started to return the same burning flames of hate and anger of before mixed with the always present sparkles of lust. A look so intense that made me shudder with even more desire.
When she pushed in for the rest of the way, my lips parted in a long silent moan and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The light burn of the stretch and the echo of that hint of pain, only amplified the pleasure immesurably when she slid deep inside me and hit that magic spot on my front wall with her fingertips at the same moment her palm came in contact with my swollen, throbbing clit.
My inner muscles fluttered, clenching even more possessively around her when, after her next much harder thrust, she deliberately put even more pressure on that same spot, wiggling her fingers inside of me before pulling back, only to repeat the movement over and over, pulling moan after moan of pure pleasure from my chest.
My arms came up of their own will from where they were resting at my sides, unable to resist the urge to touch Alex, gripping her hips as I hooked my other knee around her waist, leaving myself completely open to her.
She groaned at the contact, her hot breath caressing the side of my cheek and ear as her scent, her unique pure fragrance filled my nostrils making me shiver in delight.
I was panting, gasping, moaning uncontrollably and biting on my tongue to keep from saying anything as my hips kept lifting from the floor trying to follow her fast rhythm, encouraging her wordlessly and waiting for her to add that last thing that would have shattered me and sent me flying over the edge.
And then, just when I was starting to think that she would have denied it to me some more, I felt it.
That glorious, perfect, delicious pressure of her thumb on my clit.
"Is this what you wanted, isn't it?" She asked at her next thrust, which was so hard that knocked the air from my already exhausted lungs. "What you were silently begging for?"
"God, yes!" The answer came out instinctively at her next thrust, even before I could think about her last rule. I was too far gone to realize it, but apparently, since it was a question the one she asked, this time Alex expected me to give her a proper answer, and she wasn't disappointed.
"Yes!" I repeated, screaming and moaning at the unforgiving thrust that followed and feeling as my inner muscles fluttered wildly around her when she circled my clit before growling in my ear.
"Then come,"
Another thrust.
A couple of more strokes across my hard swollen clit and...
"Come for me you greedy slut."
I could only obey.
My entire body went rigid for a split second.
My lips parted.
My inner muscles clenched impossibly tight around her.
And then I fell.
Shuddering.
Screaming.
Clutching at Alex with every drop of strength I had left in me as my inner walls rippled wildly around the long, talented fingers resting deep inside me.
I shattered in the million of pieces that was my climax. Pushed over the edge by her touch, but knowing that her words, and especially that last low, degrading insult, had a part much more relevant than what I didn't want to admit to myself in my powerful orgasm.
Long, blissful seconds passed and wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over me, and just when I thought that it couldn't have become more intense, Alex proved me wrong.
Before I could ride entirely my orgasm, a second, much more violent one rippled through me when Alex curled her fingers inside of me and stroked that same delicious, very sensitive spot on my front wall.
I screamed her name as my entire body spasmed for the second time and white lights exploded behind my eyes, yet, in all of that, as an overwhelming unignorable urge pushed past all the shattering, breathtaking pleasure, I still found the strength to slid my slightly tembling hand between our bodies and push past the waistband of Alex's pants and underwear.
She groaned and increased her already almost brutal rhythm as she leaned forward, resting her head right beside mine.
She was so wet and so slick that my fingers slipped a few times, but when I found her straining clit, all I had to do was run my fingers across it a couple of times.
Her body froze above mine and a long, deep, throaty groan fell from her lips a second later.
We came together.
The beginning of her climax coincided with the apex of mine, and feeling her come above me, jerking her hips forward in a broken rhythm, trying to get more pressure and contact from my hand, feeling her so slick, so aroused and ready, only amplified my pleasure a thousand times more.
I was so absorbed in that scorching moment of pure lust and ecstatic pleasure, that I hadn't even noticed that my other hand had came up to rest on the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her soft, long black hair, and that my lips had latched on to her pulse point, in a sudden overwhelming need to kiss her, but not meeting her lips, I settled for tasting the sweetness of her skin mixed with just a hint of salty sweat as my fingers kept moving between her legs.
It wasn't like kissing her, but it was still bliss.
But like everything, it couldn't have lasted forever.
The intense shivers that had started running through our bodies, turned into weak pulses of aftershock until I was spent and breathless.
My throat was still sore from all the screaming, my lungs burned and my heart was still racing after what I was sure had been two of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. The hold that my legs had around Alex's waist losened and my entire body went limp a little at the time.
Even just the idea to try to regain my strength seemed like an impossible tast at the moment when I was still trying to regulate my breathing, but apparently, Alex had other things in mind, and it was clear, as soon as my eyes fluttered half open in the moment when I felt her pulling away, and out, from me, what she wanted when I noticed her fumbling to take off her pants and underwear as quickly as she could. Apparently, she had just gotten a taste, and couldn't wait to get more.
"You know," She croaked, her voice just a little ragged with disuse, something that didn't fail in sending a shiver down my spine. "It seems like you always find a way to get into trouble because of that pretty mouth of yours."
Her words made my breath hitch in my throat, my eyes widened and darkened with a new pang of arousal that made my body hum with pleasure despite the still present hint of sensitiveness that I could feel on my core as she coucluded. "So I think I'll keep it busy and find a better use for it."
If her words were meant to intimidate me, well... It wasn't working.
That suggestion was more like a sweet reward for me than a bitter punishment.
But if her intent, as I truly suspected, was the one to both embarass me, and most of all, arouse me once again, then she had certainly succeeded.
I watched transfixed, licking my lips, as she removed her pants and underwear for the rest of the way, tossing them unceremoniously aside before coming closer to me, instinctively I started to rise from my supine position on the floor in order to take a more comfortable position to please her, but a strong, definitely not gentle hand pressed against my chest forced me down once again, knocking some of the air from my lungs as I slammed back.
"Where do you think you are going?" She asked in that low, dangerous tone that she had used before as hers lightly darker green eyes fixed on mine with the same flame of anger flickering in them mixed with unmistakable lust. "I don't remember giving you permission to move."
My core clenched with anticipation and a soft moan fell from my lips when I realized how she wanted it.
It was all part of her whole show of power, and the effect it was having on me was dripping from between my legs and was still partially covering Alex's hand.
If that was how she wanted me to please her, there was no way I would have protested.
...On the contrary.
Her scent, that very particular, intoxicating scent reached my nostrils even before she shifted forward for the last few centimeters to place each knee beside my head, straddling my face. It was delicate, sweet, and when my gaze fixed between her legs, it was all I could take before I felt my mouth starting to water and a new surge of desire running through me.
She was glistening.
Smooth, rosy, velvety folds were parted, revealing the hard, little, sensitive bud nestled between them, the rosy tip was already completely exposed from under its thin hood, and I could have sworn that I saw it pulsing with need.
Try not to groan in front of that magnificent sight was impossible as it was keep my hands still when they settled immediately on Alex's parted thighs, feeling her warm skin against mine and the sensation of her muscles flexing slightly under my touch.
"You better start soon," She advised, but it was her hand and the feeling of her fingers running through my hair that got my attention back instead of her words. My eyes shifted to look up, a little disoriented by the sudden hint of tenderness, but as soon as our eyes met, the anger returned.
A moment later she fisted my hair once again and pulled, holding me in place just a few millimeters from her center. My mouth fell open in the movement and a small gasp of surprise escaped from my lips, but the gesture was all for show, even if the grip she had on me was firm, it didn't cause real pain. Just a hint, a delicious hint that combined with her previous, even if brief, show of tenderness, made my head spin as my core clenched with desire and need, and what she said next certainly didn't help to ease those already overwhelming sensations.
"As you might have noticed, I'm not feeling very patient today."
Not only today, I thought to myself as I remembered the way we crashed against each other just the previous morning after she slapped me and we fought, ending up first with her on the table and then with me on the floor of that same library.
The warning in her tone was unmistakable, and it was also all I needed to hear to stop staring at her and procede to do with what both of us were dying for.
For me to taste her and for her to feel me like she was demanding.
I couldn't resist anymore.
I shifted a little more so that her center was right above my mouth and gripped her thighs, those long gorgeous thighs of hers, more firmly.
I looked up at her, and kept my eyes locked with hers as I gave the very first, long, deliberately slow lick on her center, gathering the juices pooling at her entrance until I reached her clit, and at that point, a low guttural groan slipped from her lips as her eyes fluttered shut and she tilted her head back.
Her legs trembled and her muscles twitched slightly under my hands when I repeated the movement just a little slower, but knowing that it had been a mistake when the hand that was still gripping lightly my hair tightened all of a sudden, pulling me back from her center.
"Don't tease me." She warned me. Her low, raspy, threatening voice sent shivers down my spine as her cold, almost steely eyes, fixed on mine once again.
I didn't say anything, but as soon as her hand losened its firm grip on my hair, I didn't waste time, my mouth returned immediately on her, but this time, after I gathered some more of her juices from her entrance with my tongue, I sealed my lips around the hard little bud of her clit.
The response was immediate.
She moaned, deep into her chest, tilting her head back as she cupped the back of my head, running her long fingers through my hair and bringing me even closer. Encouraging me silently as I sucked her, first gently, then a little harder, feeling as her hips bucked forward, seeking more warmth, more contact.
As I repeated the motion, I had the first real occasion to swallow down the juices gathered in my mouth and taste her essence.
My eyes fluttered shut as her taste, that unique, delicious taste with the perfect combination of saltiness and sweetness, spread in my mouth, making me moan around her flesh as my core clenched with both arousal and jealously.
"Fuck." She cursed, right above a whisper as her hips bucked once again when my tongue went lower and I pushed the tip past the tight ring of muscles there, teasing at penetration and earning even more of her nectar, which tasted saltiest inside of her, stronger, but always so deliciously, addictively sweet.
It was impossible to hold back a new, louder moan, and this time Alex heard me and didn't give up the occasion to tease me some more.
"Is licking my pussy turning you on so much?" She asked with a hint of what I recognized as amusement in her deep voice, before she reached back with her free hand, arching a little her back and bringing her hand on my core, running her fingers through my slick folds.
If I had any kind of answer ready for her, it was pushed out of my mind as soon as I felt her fingers and her secure touch on my center. I shuddered and moaned once again, spreading my legs further apart as I increased my efforts on her.
"Fuck, you really are enjoying it," She groaned, before, much to my disappointment, she pulled her hand away from between my legs, leaving me painfully empty and craving for her touch as if it was air. "But if you want to come, this time you'll have to do it by yourself."
For how much I desired to feel her touch on me, I couldn't ignore the way my core was pulsing, almost painfully, with need, and I couldn't ignore how tempting her suggestion was.
Before I knew it, my hand had already left Alex's smooth, toned thigh, and was running down my stomach, until I reached the juncture between my legs and my fingers were immediately met with slick heat.
I moaned, and the vibrations of my voice against Alex's center caused her to groan out loud.
"You can touch yourself, but don't get too distracted," She warned me once again. "You still have a job to do here."
And I have every intention to finish it, I thought as I gripped her thigh more firmly and reasumed the motion of my tongue, mirroring the same circling movement and pressure on her clit as I was doing with my fingertips between my own legs.
Groan after groan fell from her lips, filling the air around us as more of her delicious wetness poured out of her, coating my chin and mouth and making more and more difficult to be precise as her hips started bucking, hard, against me, seeking more contact.
The hand that she had rested on the back of my head and that since just a few moments before had been running her fingers slowly through my hair, had now tightened significantly its hold and was keeping me in place.
She was close.
And she wasn't the only one.
When Alex was involved, time to recover from an orgasm to the other didn't exist. I just wanted more.
My hand had sped up its movement between my legs and my own hips were starting to lift as I felt my climax approaching.
Breathing was becoming more difficult with every passing second, but I had no intention to pull away from her even if it was just for a second in order to take a proper sip of air.
We were both too far gone to stop right now, not to mention that Alex would have made me pay if I would have stopped like that when she was so close.
Her moans became louder, more frequent and the muscles of her thigh started to flex hard under my hand.
She was right before when she said that licking her was arousing me even more.
It did.
And in that moment I couldn't resist the urge to bring my fingers lower, right above my opening, and pushing past my tight entrance in the same moment I took her clit between my lips to suck her into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive rosy tip.
We moaned at the same time.
My eyes fluttered half open, unable to resist the temptation to look up at her, and even if I couldn't see much, what I saw was more than enough.
A flat, toned stomach, glistening with drops of sweat, full breast still trapped on her bra bouncing slightly for the selfish movement that she had chosen with her hips, and then, as my eyes travelled further up I was finally met with her face.
Her eyes were closed.
Her lips parted.
And an expression of pure pleasure covered her gorgeous face.
It was too much.
I increased my efforts, both on her, sucking harder on her clit, and on me, pushing my fingers inside of myself as deep as I could.
Feeling her twitch between my lips as her movements became more and more frantic, broken, while I pleasure myself, was overwhelming and it only invited me to give her more, until I heard it.
Just a few moments later, a deep strangled groan falling from Alex lip. Her hips jerked forward one more time, and then she froze.
A long second of stillness followed as she trembled and then bucked her hips once again dragging her clit along my mouth and chin, moaning, fisting my hair in a powerful grip as more wetness poured out from her and filled my mouth.
When I realized that she was coming, I fell over the edge right behind her, tasting her release on my lips and tongue as I pulled my fingers out and focused on my clit.
Her orgasm hit her forcefully, leaving her breathless as she rode her intense aftershock, but mine, even if it was strong, it ended too soon, leaving me unsatisfied, just like I expected.
The touch I craved for, the one that would have satiated my thirst, wasn't mine, and part of me was starting to suspect that Alex, with her suggestion, had planned just this. Had planned to leave me unsatisfied and craving for more so that I would have come back for another round.
And she was right.
My theory was immediately confirmed as soon as I felt her pull away from me.
My eyes fluttered open, and I was immediately met with the sight of Alex standing on her slightly trembling legs.
"Fuck," She cursed still a little breathless as she ran a hand through her hair. "I needed that."
I was still trying to recover myself, licking my lips to clean every trace left of her before, wiping the rest away with the back of my hand while Alex was already picking up her underwear and orange pants.
"You better get up and get dressed," She said, so coldly that I felt an icy shiver ran up my spine. "It's almost count time."
It wasn't. But she needed an excuse to get out of there.
She wasn't feeling uncomfortable, and the air around us wasn't awkward, but what we had just done didn't include "cuddle time". And for once, I wasn't disappointed by the lack of it. On the contrary, a great part of me was relieved, and I knew Alex felt the same.
I didn't say anything. I didn't answer to her.
In that moment, there was nothing I needed to say.
By the time I found the strength to finally get up into a sitting position as I reached for my clothes, Alex was already completely dressed and the only thing that missed, were her glasses; her black rimmed glasses that framed those usually bright green gems of hers so beautifully.
I saw her squinting her eyes as she looked around for them from her height, not remembering where she had placed them.
"Here." I said, picking them up from the lower empty shelf at my right and handing them to her.
She took them, mumbling a "thanks" and for a split second our fingers brushed together, right before our eyes met.
We looked at each other for a long second, feeling as my heart jumped against my ribcage as if it wanted to escape from my chest, but then, I diverted my gaze.
I was naked and she was completely dressed, yet her piercing eyes could still see what rested beneath my skin, and in that moment, after what we had just done, it was the last thing I needed.
She didn't say another word, she just turned, starting to walk towards the entry as if nothing happened.
After a few seconds I heard the sound of the door closing softly behind her.
The sigh of relief from me as I exhaled.
Then silence.