Chapter 22

Jennie

My back was slammed against my front door the second it closed behind us.

Lisa pushed into me with everything that she was, the entirety of her body covering mine. Her hips pinned me against the wood, my legs wrapping around her, heels digging into her ass and begging for more. Her hands gripped my hips hard as she kissed me, lips soft and warm and somehow tender in their demand.

I opened for her, softening with every touch, releasing every bit of tension that had weaved itself into my bones since the night she walked away from me. And as if she could sense that was where my head had gone, she intertwined her hands with mine, holding them beside my head as she pressed her chest hard against my own.

"This was why I left last week," she whispered into the space between us, her forehead to mine, our breaths labored between. "I walked away from you even when everything in my body begged me to stay. Because when I took you for the first time, I didn't want it to be under the guise of any of this between us being fake."

She squeezed my hands in her own, kissing my chin until I tipped it up and allowed her access to my neck.

"This isn't fake," she swore against my skin, kissing and nipping it along the way. "Nothing between us has ever been fake."

Her mouth was on mine in the next breath, and then I was being carried through my apartment — mostly blindly as I hadn't had time to even turn a light on. The only one was from above my stove, and it just barely lit up the space, darkness battling with the light in every corner.

Lisa was careful as she lowered me onto the bed, and I sat at the edge of it as she backed away from me, taking her heat with her.

With her eyes watching me, she reached for the back of her hoodie and tore it over her head, flinging it to the side before she did the same with the t-shirt underneath. I reached out, my fingertips just barely getting a taste of her abdomen before she peeled them away and sat them at my sides again.

"Strip for me."

Her words were hot, confident, and sealed with intention as she stepped even farther away and kicked off her sneakers before carefully ridding herself of her sweatpants.

She was a masterpiece there in nothing but her black boxer briefs, briefs that were strained as they held back her thickening erection. Lisa's eyes heated more when I grabbed the wrist of my hoodie, tugging it off one arm and then the other before I peeled it overhead.

My nipples were peaked under my tank top, the thin fabric easily disposed of in the next second. I snapped my gaze to meet her when my chest was bare, and her eyes dropped to take me in, a low groan rolling from her throat at the sight.

Her hand slid down her abdomen and beneath the band of her briefs, stroking herself as her eyes trailed to where my sweatpants were still fastened around my hips. I reclined back onto the comforter, using my heels on the floor to push my hips up and slide the thick fabric down my thighs, my knees, until the pants pooled at my feet.

"Stop right there."

Lisa advanced on me, taking only a moment to slip out of her briefs before she was towering over me at the edge of the bed. I rested on the heels of my hands, panting, throbbing for her as she raked her gaze over every bare inch of me.

"Up," she said, grabbing my wrist to help me. And once I was standing, she spun me, gathering my hair in one massive hand and pulling it to the side so she could whisper her next words against my neck. "Wanna know why you didn't feel anything with him?"

Her question was lost on me, because her hand released my hair, trailing down my ribs and hips until her fingertips hooked in the cotton of my boy shorts. One swift pull had them over my ass, and another freed them from around my thighs until they dropped to my ankles to join my sweatpants.

"I've been reading your books," she continued, tongue lashing out to taste my earlobe before she nibbled it. The sound of her breath in my ear combined with that little bite sent chills racing down my legs, and I arched into her, my ass meeting her firm erection that slid between my warm cheeks.

She groaned at the contact, but kept on with her slow torture, hands crawling up my abdomen until she was softly plucking at each nipple.

"I know what you want," she rasped. "What you don't want."

She twisted my nipple between her finger and thumb, a small snap of pain quickly covered by a roll of pleasure as she massaged my full breast in the next breath.

"You don't want soft, sweet, tender," she told me, punctuating each word with a kiss against the back of my neck. She trailed those kisses down until her teeth were sinking into the flesh at my shoulder, and I hissed before a guttural moan I'd never heard myself release before filled the space around us.

Lisa grinned, kissing the spot she'd just bitten.

"You want possession," she continued, one hand sliding down, down, down as the other traveled up over my breasts. "You want someone to take control, to ravage you."

She cupped me between the legs at the same time her other hand wrapped around my throat, and the double sensation made me shudder violently, collapsing into her in the most sincere surrender.

"Kai is an artist, a musician," she whispered against my ear, her grip on my neck tightening a bit. It made my next breath a little harder to grasp.

And I fucking loved it.

"But you're in control of so much in your life — the team, your job, school…" Her middle finger slid between my labia, gliding into the wetness pooled there for her before she dragged it back out and circled my clit. I trembled at the feel of it, but she held me steady as she continued. "So in the bedroom, you want that duty to be on someone else."

I couldn't verbalize my agreement — mostly because I hadn't realized it until that moment that she pointed it out, though every sentiment she spoke rang so true, I wanted to throw my hands up and scream amen. But also, because every ounce of my awakening was tapped into her hands, the one around my throat and the one between my legs, each claiming me in equal measure.

"You don't want to be someone's muse," Lisa rasped. "You want to be someone's undoing. And let me tell you, Kitten…" Her voice rumbled against my ear before she sucked the lobe between her teeth. "You're mine."

I whimpered at the admission, at the knowledge that I could be the undoing of such a powerful, explosive person. Then, all at once, all her warmth left me, hands and mouth disappearing, all but the pressure to spin me around to face her again. I nearly fell with how my ankles were still tied up by my pants, but Lisa steadied me.

We were heaving chest to heaving chest, Lisa's eyes sparking a fire low in my belly as she dragged the tip of her nose along the bridge of mine.

"You read my books," I breathed, a question and a disbelief all at once.

"Fuck yeah, I did."

"Why?"

Lisa swallowed, brushing her knuckles along the side of my cheek. "I told myself it was to help you get Kai," she said. "But in truth, it was to help me please you."

I shivered as those words rolled over me, my nipples hardening at the cold air and the delicious warmth of that sentiment.

She wants to please me.

She read my fucking books.

"Now," she said, running one hand roughly up the front of me. Her fingers dove up between my breasts, thumb sliding over my nipple on the way up to my neck. She gripped it for only a second before her hand was framing my jaw, tilting my chin, her thumb sliding to cover my mouth. She circled my lips with the pad of it, dragging the bottom one down slowly until it popped free. "Get on your knees for me, Kitten."

I dropped so fast Lisa smirked, and then she wrapped her hand around her length, guiding it to my lips. I lapped up the precum rolling off her tip like a drop of dew, moaning at the taste of her before I took her full crown along my tongue.

She bit out a curse, eyes rolling back before she let her head drop, too. Her hand cradled my head, fingertips curling in my hair as she helped me suck her. I knew just what to do after our lesson, how to roll my tongue along her shaft and hold her deep in my throat before releasing her with a little gag. And Lisa took every stroke I gave her with pure adoration and appreciation, her eyes crawling over me or casting up toward the ceiling when it became too much.

It wasn't long enough that I was down there for her before she was hiking me back up, helping me out of the clothes still restraining my ankles before she laid me back into the bed. She grabbed her sweatpants then, reaching into the pocket for something that she sat on the bedside table before she was crawling on top of me.

"That made you so wet last time," she mused, trailing hot, peppery kisses down my ribs and across my hips. "Let's see if it had the same effect tonight."

She settled between my thighs, taking each one on her shoulders before she dipped her nose between them. She teased my clit with that brush before her tongue dragged soft and slow over my folds, and I trembled at how badly I wanted her to separate them, to dip inside and give me the connection I needed.

"Fucking soaked," she confirmed, and she sucked my clit with tender care before one hand slid under her mouth and tested the wetness at my entrance. "Absolutely drenched for me, Kitten."

I loved how she talked to me, how every dirty word made me arch and pant and ache for her. I wanted to do it, too, to talk back to her and make her feel the same. But I was shocked silent by every touch, every kiss, every warm lash of her tongue against my bud as she used her fingers to slowly spread my lips and toy with my entrance.

"Show me how you want it," she whispered against the sensitive flesh. "Use my hand to fuck yourself."

I mewled, chest heaving, and I watched through hooded lids as Lisa guided my hand to her before dipping between my legs once more. She hovered there at my entrance until I pressed her fingers inside me, my desire so thick she slid in without much resistance, and we both moaned as she filled me.

"God, I love feeling that tight pussy stretch open for me," she rasped, and I shook around her fingers as she withdrew them and pumped them in again at my grip's request.

Slow and steady, she worked me open, licking at my clit in time with her fingers — though I controlled those. She went at the pace my hand around her directed her to, and it wasn't long before I was writhing under her tongue and fingers, so close to coming I could feel the fire catching at the end of every nerve of my body.

"Lisa," I begged, and she knew what I needed without another word. She took control, her fingers pumping in and out of me in the same sort of rhythm I'd directed before they slowly picked up pace. Her tongue kept time, and my fists twisted in the sheets just in time for me to come, my body shaking and heart racing far too fast as I exploded into a million little stars.

I'd only had a few, but every time seemed better than the last, like my body was learning more and more how to come undone and take full advantage of the pleasure Lisa was determined to bring me.

I cried out with the last of it, trembling in her grip before I fell completely lax.

"That's my girl," Lisa praised, and she licked up my release like it was her only meal before slowly crawling up my body. "I hope you know that's just the first one tonight."

I smiled, laughing a bit as my breath steadied. But then I was seeking her again, hands wrapping around her neck and pulling her into me for a deep kiss.

"I'm ready."

Lisa swallowed, meeting my warm kisses with her own before she reached blindly for whatever she'd put on the bedside table. When I heard the foil tear, I realized what it was.

My heart hammered to a gallop in my chest, beating so loud and hard I could hear it in my ears. I imagined Lisa could hear it, too, because she paused with the condom in her hand, using the other to brush the hair from my eyes.

"We can wait," she offered.

"No."

I reached for the condom, plucking it from her fingers and kissing her as I blindly felt for her erection between us. When I gripped her, slowly rolling the condom over her length, she moaned into my mouth, hips flexing into the rubber as I continued stretching it over her.

"I need you inside me," I whispered, rolling my hips to meet her. "I want you to be the first one to fill me, Lisa. I want you to be the first one I feel like this."

She growled, biting my bottom lip as she reached between us for my wrists. She pinned both by my head, leaning up a bit to take in the length of me as I panted and writhed beneath her.

"You want me to be the only one," she corrected me, and fuck if I didn't gasp out a weak yes in affirmation.

Lisa's eyelids fluttered at the word, and her jaw was tight as she reached between us and adjusted herself at my entrance. I kept my hands where she'd placed them, even with her grip gone, twisting my fingertips into the pillow at my head as I held on for dear life.

Her crown slipped between my lips, and she ran it up through my wetness before sliding it down to my entrance. She paused then, her eyes finding mine, and then she tested it, flexing forward just enough to stretch me open for her.

I gasped, that same familiar cocktail of pleasure and pain surfacing from the first time she fingered me.

The dominance faded from her face, brows folding together as she lowered herself down to her elbows and brought her lips to mine.

"Okay?" she asked softly.

I nodded, wrapping my arms around her and sliding my fingers into her hair. I gripped her to me, kissing her harder as I tucked my hips just enough to help her slide a centimeter more.

We both inhaled a stiff breath at the feel of it, and then Lisa took control again, withdrawing that small bit of her tip before she flexed forward and filled me even more.

The pain intensified, but it was smoothed quickly as she kissed me and took her time, each roll of her hips stretching me open just a little more. Over and over, again and again, inch by blissful inch — she opened me, sliding in deeper and deeper as she kissed me reverently, her thundering heart matching the beat of my own.

And then, with a hiss and a moan, she filled me.

We both shuddered when she was fully inside, and I clung to her, nails digging into the flesh of her back as she softly kissed where her head was buried in my neck.

"Goddamn, Kitten," she groaned, withdrawing only to flex fully inside me again. "You feel so fucking incredible."

I couldn't speak to tell her she felt the same, because too fast for it to be normal, another orgasm built heavy and hot in my gut.

"I… I…"

I tried to say it, tried to bring the words out that would let her know what I was feeling. Whether she knew or not, I couldn't be sure, but she gave me just what I needed. She slipped out of me only to slide back in, finding a rhythm as she kissed my neck and massaged my breast in her warm hand.

The sensations battled for my attention, and I spread my thighs even wider for her, needing more.

Lisa pressed up onto the palms of her hands, towering over me, and I watched the sensuous roll of her body as she fucked me. It was the most gorgeous, most hedonistic sight I'd ever seen in my life. Her abs contracted and released with every roll, her heavy eyes locked on mine as she drove me closer to the edge.

"Lisa," I whispered, as scared as I was excited for the feeling building inside me.

"Take it," she demanded.

My hand shot down between my legs, and it took only the softest roll of my fingertips over my clit in time with her pumping in and out of me to find my release.

I quaked and cried out, this one even more powerful than the last, more powerful than any I'd ever experienced before in my life. My walls tightened around her as she kept pace, and I shook and writhed in the sheets, reaching out to drag my nails down the valleys and peaks of her abdomen.

"Fuck, Jennie," she groaned, and just as my orgasm was fading out, her pace quickened.

She was close.

I pressed up onto my own palms, heels of my feet finding the bed so I could meet her thrusts with my own.

"Oh shit," she cursed, watching my breasts bounce wildly as I met her eager pumps, and I captured her mouth with my own just as she groaned out her release.

I felt it, felt her twitching inside me as her seed spilled into the condom. I was so sensitive I could feel every rivulet as it expended from her, and my mouth watered with the desire to taste her like I had that night at the observatory.

It was the fiercest rush I'd known in my life, to make Lisa come, to feel her release inside me and know it was me who'd brought her that pleasure.

She collapsed onto me, forcing me to sink into the sheets as one of her hands painfully gripped my hip and she pumped out the last of her orgasm. She trembled when she was spent, forehead dropping to mine as we both panted, our slick skin dampening each other and the sheets.

And as fiercely as she had taken control, she surrendered it back to me.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly, searching my gaze before she pressed a gentle kiss to my nose.

"I'm fucking amazing."

She smiled, one brow arching up as she flexed her softening member inside me. "That makes two of us." She paused. "Come. Let's shower."

Carefully, she removed herself from inside me, disposing of the condom before she helped me stand. I didn't realize I needed help until I tried to walk on my shaky legs, thighs aching in protest from how I'd flexed every muscle in my body chasing both of my releases.

Lisa ran the shower warm before helping me step inside, and she came in right behind me, closing the curtain and enveloping us in a warm, dark enclave.

Her arms wrapped me up as the water washed down my back, and I sighed at the contentment that spread over me, the pure ecstasy of that moment.

Lisa held me like that for a long while before she pulled back, swallowing as her eyes flicked back and forth between mine. She grabbed my face in her hands, thumbs against my jaw forcing me to look at her as she said, "Thank you for trusting me with that, for letting me be your first."

I bit against my smile, shaking my head. "You really are like a book boyfriend, you know?"

At that, she chuckled, tucking me into her chest against before pressing a kiss against my wet hair. "I'll be even better," she said. "Just wait and see."

And I had absolutely zero doubts that was a promise she wouldn't break.