She couldn't do it. She couldn't wait another second. She had to know, had to risk the consequences. Shaw lifted one leg onto the couch, then another, coming up over Root's lap. Root's warm hands met her thighs as she sank into her lap. It felt good just to be pressed up against her. Too good. It was ridiculous how horny she was. She'd never been this far gone for the touch of another person, not even as a perpetually horny teenager.
Shaw savored the anticipation of slowly pressing every inch of herself against Root. It wasn't patience that drove her. She could see how hard Root was trying to hold back, and she wanted to see if she'd last until Shaw actually made the first move. She almost hoped not.
Their staring contest only lasted seconds. Shaw was just done. She caved first, kissing Root harshly, shoving her tongue right past her lips. Root moaned, her hips pulsing up as if she liked Shaw's abruptness. Shaw hoped so. Because a dam had just been unleashed and she couldn't stop it.
She pressed down against Root, heat flooding her. It amazed her how hot and wet she already was. Maybe it was the frustration, maybe the alcohol, maybe a combination. Maybe it was just the uniquely intriguing intensity that was Root. Either way, she felt halfway there already, and neither of them had done a damn thing yet.
Kissing was a formality, a prelude to what she really wanted, but it wasn't at all unpleasant. Root was a good kisser, and she responded with freneticism that only turned Shaw on more. She groaned lowly, her hips still rolling against Root's responsive body. It was ridiculous how much she wanted this, but she blamed her own hormones and Root's hype. If she disappointed, Shaw might have to kill her.
And then herself, from sheer sexual frustration.
Root's hands worked in between them, finding the button on her jeans. Shaw's hips rolled a little faster, eager and welcoming. Forced to break for oxygen, Shaw nipped a trail along Root's jaw. She tried, but couldn't resist biting down when she reached her soft neck. Hopefully, Root didn't mind, because Shaw's restraint was shot. Root gasped in pain, but didn't pull away. Shaw moaned and sucked hard. She tasted like red hots and vodka and sex.
Root didn't bother trying to undress her. Her hand went right down the front of Shaw's jeans, bypassing her underwear. It was good Shaw wanted her, too, since stopping her would have been impossible if they hadn't been on the same page. Root was that fast. She got her hand between Shaw's legs like it was meant to be there, no hesitation, no fumbling. Shaw grunted and thrust against her warm fingers, her pussy throbbing.
Root tugged her mouth back to hers as two fingers rubbed her firmly. Slow, but commanding, like with this one action, she was claiming her. Shaw couldn't help moaning into her mouth. Being claimed was exactly what she wanted.
Root moaned back, rolling against her clit. She bit Shaw's lip, drawing out a hiss. "Fuck, you're so wet." She swiped her tongue over Shaw's lips, up her neck, into her mouth, then to her ear, where she bit down roughly. Shaw's hips jerked into her. "So. Fucking. Wet." Those fingers pressed against her entrance. Shaw pressed back, aching to be filled. And as her body gave way, Root added, "I can't wait to make you come."
Shaw dug her hands into her hair and yanked her head back. "Then fuck me like you promised."
Root didn't get annoyed or defensive at the demand. She grinned slowly, wickedly, managing to heat up Shaw's body even more. Her fingers went deep, almost drawing another moan from Shaw. But she held back this time. She did allow herself to kiss Root again. She rolled her hips, seeking more. She was wet, unusually so. Her body was aching for an orgasm so bad that it just kept leaking more and more. With Root's fingers inside her, that only increased, as if her body was trying to encourage her in this course of action.
Her tongue had just won the bottle into Root's mouth when Root curled her fingers inside her. It wasn't quite her G-spot, but it felt almost as good. She shivered, her entire body pulsing into Root, pushing her into the couch. Root moaned and did it again. The angle was a little off, but she just bent her wrist even further, fingers stretching, pressing higher, going even deeper inside Shaw. It took a few more curls, but her searching paid off. She knew she'd found the spot when Shaw bit down on her tongue and swore. More liquid pooled in Root's hand, running down her fingers. She stroked it again and again and again, making Shaw's hips pulse each time.
They'd stopped bothering to kiss. Shaw fumbled at her jeans, making Root's access easy. She nearly moaned again, sinking into the woman under her. Shaw clutched her shoulders tightly as she rode Root's fingers, gasping with every move she made. She'd never been touched so well by anyone other than herself. Maybe Root did have a point about women knowing a woman's body, a fragmented part of her mind suggested. Root buried her face in her neck to lick and suck while she fingered her. Just as Shaw thought she might come, those fingers pulled back.
Shaw grabbed her wrist, ready to hold Root in place and fuck herself on those fingers, if she needed to. But Root managed to break free of the grasp without ever removing her hand from between Shaw's legs. And then she thrust back into her, hard and fast, three fingers this time. Shaw cried out. She repeated the action, again and again until settling into a consistent rhythm. It was exactly what she needed. Shaw bit down again, catching her shoulder this time. She wasn't going to last.
Root never gave her the chance. Just before she lost it, Root pulled her hand free, this time out of her jeans entirely. Shaw was too shocked to even protest. Root flipped her on the couch, leaving her on her back as Root hovered over her.
"More, sweetie?" She licked her lips.
Shaw tried very hard to muster up a glare. "What the fuck?"
Root smirked. "Did you forget?" She looked over at the table, prompting Shaw's eyes to follow. Well, fuck. She kind of had. She'd been so focused on finally getting to come. But the promise wasn't enough. Screw whispered fantasies; she wanted it now.
Root wasn't waiting on her to make it happen. She jumped gracefully to her feet before Shaw's mind had even finished connecting the dots, reaching down to pull Shaw with her. Shaw found herself captured in another kiss as Root raised her shirt up. She released her long enough to remove it, and then dove back in as she unhooked her bra. She didn't stop to explore Shaw's breasts, as expected. With the number of times she'd caught Root checking out her chest, she'd expected her to go right for it as soon as she got the chance, but instead, she grabbed Shaw's hand and yanked her over to the table. She pressed her up against it, kissing her madly.
"Turn." As she said it, she forced Shaw to spin and face the stomach-high piece of furniture. She couldn't deny that it was turning her on to find out Root was stronger than she looked. A hand pressed between her shoulder blades, forcing her flat to the table. The only reason she didn't fight back was reminding herself that Root was supposed to be showing her what she could do. Even if she was dying to fucking come already.
"Don't move," Root whispered in her ear. She dragged her body down over Shaw's, falling to her knees behind her. Shaw was left to just feel her movements, guess at what she might do next, now that she was out of sight.
Root's hands grasped the hem of her jeans and her underwear at once, tugging and wiggling them over her hips. Shaw eagerly shifted to help, only just keeping her hands where they were. Would Root punish her if she moved? A thrill shot through her. Apparently, she was kind of hoping so.
She squealed in surprise as Root's tongue ran up between her legs, stopping between her ass cheeks. She did it again, only earning a quiet moan from Shaw. Fuck, that felt good. Her mouth was so hot, moist and perfect. Shaw suddenly wanted to come by that, too. Damn it all, she wanted everything Root had to give. It took a hell of a lot of concentration to keep herself from grabbing Root's head and pulling her back in.
Root stood, dragging her clothed body up the way she'd come down. She whispered in Shaw's ear, "You taste fucking amazing." She ran the tip of her tongue over the shell of Shaw's ear. "I absolutely have to make you come like that, too." Shaw's body shuddered in agreement. "But first..." she threaded her fingers with Shaw's, pressing her hands flat to the table, "...first, like I promised." She kissed between Shaw's shoulders. "I need you stay just like this. Will you do that?" She scraped her teeth over sweaty skin. "Will you hold very still?" Her fingers tightened. "I'm afraid if you don't, I can't give you what you want." Shaw bit her tongue until she tasted blood. "I mean it, Sam. Stay."
The order brought out her instinct to rebel, even as her pussy throbbed. She didn't trust herself to respond, so she said nothing, putting all of her focus into holding very still.
Root backed away slowly, as if testing her. And then she was gone. Shaw felt her leave the room like a candle's warm flame being snuffed out. Impossibly long seconds passed in silence, testing her limited patience. She was just beginning to doubt Root when that tongue returned, lapping at her without warning. This time, she cried out, cursing, her back arching to push herself into that mouth. Root moaned and sucked at her, drawing more moisture from her body.
Root rose back to her feet. How did she sneak up so silently? No sooner had Shaw registered her presence than she felt her touch. She was a ninja in her spare time, surely. Root pressed down against her, and for the first time tonight, she was naked, too. Shaw pressed her lips together, her fists clenching. That slide of skin on hers made her want to touch Root. She was surprised by the intensity of the desire. This was supposed to be about her needs. But she suddenly needed to touch Root almost as badly as she needed to be touched.
"Good girl," Root praised. "I am so happy you listened." Shaw might have retorted something snarky, if not for the thick dildo now pressing into her ass. "I am so looking forward to fucking you like this." She licked her lips against Shaw's ear. "But I'm definitely going to eat out that hot little pussy after." Said pussy throbbed in response. Root bent her legs, rubbing her breasts over Shaw's back and letting the dildo slip between her legs. "Are you ready for me?"
It wasn't a question that needed to be asked. Shaw lifted up onto her toes, as if to help Root impale her. And that first press of the silicone inside her made her groan. It was even thicker than she'd realized. As Root pressed deeper, Shaw's excessive wetness making it easy, she felt impossibly full. And she'd only just started. Shaw took a deep breath, spreading her legs a little wider. If this was a test, she was going to fucking ace it.
Root left kisses all over her back as her hips pulled back and pressed in again, pushing it even deeper. Shaw gasped. "Fuck, Sameen," Root hissed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Shaw wanted to return the sentiment, but she remained silent. "Gonna do you so good, make you come so hard." Shaw no longer doubted that. She just ached for it. Root's teeth scraped over a shoulder, her tongue flicking against sweaty skin. "Is this how you like it?" She thrust more into Shaw, leaving her feeling like she was being split in half. "You like it hard?" Another thrust. "Rough?" Once more she bottomed out. "Is this what gets you off?"
So she was a dirty talker. Shaw didn't like talkers. But with every word that spilled out of Root's mouth, she got equally aroused in comparison to the thrust of Root's hips. She spiraled higher and higher as Root penetrated her repeatedly.
Root rose up, taking her immediate warmth with her, as she pulled back again, and without warning, slammed her hips forward hard. She went all the way, spearing Shaw completely, her pelvis banging into her ass, shoving her into the table. She hit so hard that the table slid along the wall, screeching. Shaw yelled.
Root showed her no mercy. Once fully inside her, she was able to set a punishing pace, pulling back and slamming into Shaw over and over. She barely left any of the dildo inside her as she pulled away, leaving Shaw to take the full brunt of it as she came back in. Shaw couldn't help the shouts that continued to leave her mouth with each one. She got lost in the force of it, in the slap of Root's skin on hers, the sound of her voice as she kept talking, kept egging Shaw on.
It was all too much. Shaw came with a roar, her nails clawing at the smooth surface of the table. If she were sane enough to care, she'd worry about the neighbors. She wasn't.
Root didn't stop. She kept fucking her, right through the orgasm and on, quickly building into another. Shaw gasped for breath against the table, her lungs heaving. Root had a firm grasp on her breasts now, squeezing tightly as she continued her steady thrusting, which only added to her pleasure. Shaw couldn't help but be impressed by her stamina. She never even slowed.
As Shaw's second orgasm hit, Root dropped down against her. Two things happened simultaneously. One, she bit down, turning everything black, and two, she reached down with both hands, one between her legs and one between her and the table, lifting her lower half up and forcing the fake cock deeper inside her. The hand between her legs pressed into her clit as well, sending her reeling. Shaw couldn't tell if this all created an immediate, third orgasm, or if was just one, long train rolling through her. She wasn't conscious enough to even try counting the waves.
She lay gasping against the abused furniture for innumerable minutes. First, feeling returned in her extremities, tingling and prickling her sensitive skin. Next, she was aware of her heart pounding in her chest, sending her pulse all the way to her fingertips. Her breathing began to feel less frantic. Her mind started to put itself back together. She became aware of Root above her, now still and buried inside her. Gasping and shaking in her own right, barely keeping her weight from Shaw.
She was suddenly swamped with certainty that Root was barely holding herself together, much as Shaw had earlier in the evening. As quickly and as surely as she knew it, she was moving, shifting under Root. Who moved back to allow her to rise. Her legs shook but held. She felt the dildo slip from her body, leaving her weary and empty. She managed to turn, reaching for Root as she did. She pulled her into a tired, but hungry kiss. They moaned in sync.
Shaw nipped at her bottom lip when she finally pulled away, making Root sway against her, as if asking for more. And fuck did she want to oblige. Root sighed, her eyes fluttering, trying to open and focus on her. "How'd I do?" She bit her lip, suppressing a grin.
She knew full well how she'd done. But Shaw couldn't hold the smugness against her. She had every right. And what a hard-won right it was; hers to keep. Besides, she was too satisfied to care if Root was smug. She had done well, so Shaw didn't even mind that she was right. She was happy to be wrong, just this once. She kissed Root again, tugging on the straps around her hips and pulling her lower body into hers. She felt the wetness from the dildo smear across her thigh, then between them. She moaned. Root's breasts pressed into hers, bare and soft, smaller than her own. It wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, she wanted to know what they felt like in her hands.
She murmured into Root's mouth, "Maybe now...you should show me what you like."
Root's eyes lit up in surprise and pleasure. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Her teeth grazed her lip, her smile threatening to become a frown. "I am thrilled to have gotten to do even that. It's enough for me."
Shaw raised one eyebrow, calling bullshit. "Is it?"
Now she did frown, and her teeth caught her lip and held it. Finally, "Not really. But you don't have-"
Shaw kissed her harshly, replacing Root's teeth with her own. "Don't have to what?" Root only moaned. "Don't have to touch you?" Shaw's hands drifted up her body, teasing, promising more to come. Root leaned into her, her body asking for more where her mouth would not. Why the hesitancy now? Was she afraid of hearing 'no'? Shaw smirked into her mouth. "I'll admit, I'm not the most reciprocal lover... But you earned it." There was a sharp intake of breath from Root. "And," Shaw tugged sharply on the straps again, "I'll also admit, I'm curious." Her tongue lapped at Root's chin, her jaw, her flushed cheeks. "I'm not done yet," she whispered.
Root whimpered, but her hands were confident when they grasped Shaw's and led them to her breasts. Shaw got her first feel of her, of her hard nipples on her palms, on the way her heartbeat thundered faster as she kneaded her soft flesh. Root moaned and kissed her, arching into her hands. Feeling breasts other than her own was weird, but kind of hot. She squeezed a little harder. Just how rough did Root like it? Or was she more a giving type of girl?
Root's hands, still on top of hers, forced her to work her harder. Her grasp was as rough on herself, forced Shaw to be as rough as she had been to Shaw. She couldn't help the groan that left her. Yes...
Once she had it right, Root's hands left hers to go to her own hips, unbuckling the straps there. When the last barrier between them fell, Root plastered herself to Shaw, kissing her greedily. Her hips pulsed into her, allowing Shaw to feel how wet she was. It did several things to Shaw simultaneously. Not unexpected, it sent a burst of pleasure through her, to find her so turned on from what Root had just done to her. Definitely unexpected, it caused a flood of moisture in her mouth. Interesting. And on top of those, she felt herself growing wet again. Fucking hell.
Shaw spun her around, pressing her into the table. If Root minded the wood grinding against the small of her back as their bodies slid together, she didn't give any sign. She grunted at Shaw's forcefulness, tried to pull her closer, even though there was already no space between them. Her hands clutched painfully at Shaw's neck, her hair, her shoulders, their mouths still locked together. Shaw swallowed her eager little sounds, each one raising her own excitement. She wasn't sure if it was equally ridiculous, how much she wanted this compared to how she felt being so wet and horny for Root, or more so.
Now it was just a different sort of arousal. A hunger for Root's body that she didn't anticipate. But she wanted to know. She wanted to feel that bare pussy on her fingers, wanted to spread her open and explore. She wanted to finger her into oblivion, see what she looked like as she came, how she sounded. Wanted to know if Root would call out her name. She wanted to taste her, every inch of her, but most especially the softness between her legs. If she tasted as good there as all of the places on her that Shaw had bitten and sucked on, she had no doubt she was going to enjoy this.
Root jerked her head back suddenly, clamping her teeth on her neck with the force of a hungry lion. Shaw cursed, slamming them against the table. Stars danced in her vision. Root moaned, sucking hard on the skin caught in her mouth. Shaw gasped, her hands tightening on Root's hips. But as good as that felt, it was her turn to be in control. She gripped Root's head to pull her away, trying to regain some authority over this moment, but she couldn't prevent Root's hands from wandering all over her body. With Shaw's permission, her self-control had flown out the window. Her movements bordered on crazed. Shaw appreciated the enthusiasm, but it was derailing her fast and she couldn't have that.
So she directed Root's mouth back to hers to busy it while she caught those errant hands. Root laughed into her mouth as she tried to dodge her and then tried to break free of her iron grip. Shaw bit her lower lip until she tasted blood. Root just groaned, a sound so thick with lust that it was like being slapped between the legs. Shaw's pussy throbbed in response.
"What do you want?" Shaw rasped. She scraped her teeth over the closest bit of skin. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"Ugh," Root gasped, as if she couldn't find words. "Eat me. I want you to eat me out."
Shaw's answer was to shove her flat onto the table. Fuck, yes, she was going to eat her. She held Root in place by the neck as she grinned down at her. "If you insist." She began trailing her mouth down Root's sweaty skin, gliding easily to her breasts. Root cried out the second her mouth closed over one nipple. Shaw flicked it with her tongue, enjoying the way Root's sounds changed in rhythm to match. She sucked hard, pulling it away from her body, before releasing it and giving the other the same treatment. She had her fun for long moments, enjoying the sensation of hard nipples on her tongue almost as much as she enjoyed Root's sounds. And those sounds were loudest when Shaw used her teeth. Root writhed underneath her as she worked her way downward. The idea of driving her crazy made Shaw even more excited. She would be thrilled to be able to do to her even half of what she'd done to Shaw.
She sucked on a patch of skin just above Root's bare pussy, making her hips jerk. "Oh fuck, Sam. Please. Please hurry."
How was it that begging just made her even hotter? Shaw liked hearing her beg. But she didn't actually have any desire to draw this out. She was too damn eager for this, for everything she ached to do to Root and have Root do to her.
She might have no fucking idea what to do to a pussy that wasn't her own, but she wasn't an idiot. Especially not when it came to sex. She at least had a starting point for what felt good. She spread Root open with her fingers, found her bright pink and glistening. Shaw's mouth watered again. Root was still murmuring above her, soft pleas and curses. Shaw dragged the flat of her tongue over those sensitive folds. Root gasped, her whole body spasming. Her neck pressed itself into Shaw's hand with the way her back arched, her thighs flexing.
Shaw stopped caring if she held still. She released her neck so she could spread her thighs wide and began lapping at her like a starving woman. Her tangy flavor burst on Shaw's tongue, unique and delicious. Shaw went all in. She tried everything. She licked every inch of her, inside and out, she sucked on her clit, she bit and kissed and sucked, she wiggled her tongue inside her. She loved the way Root screamed when she did that. She was so busy taking her in, that without even trying, she had her coming apart above her. It surprised her, for half a second, and then just drove her to shove two fingers inside herself while she watched Root fall apart. And she definitely screamed Shaw's name.
The second time was slower. Shaw learned what Root liked, what she herself liked doing. She coaxed a dozen different sounds from her mouth, each one driving her higher. The fingers she still had inside herself continued stroking, encouraged by Root's noises and her pleas and her taste in Shaw's mouth. She never could've anticipated having so much fun making Root come undone, but it thrilled her. And it turned her on, spurring her to come with her when Root fell over the edge again.
Shaw rose up from Root's body reluctantly. She wouldn't mind staying buried in her a little longer, but the angle was killing her back. Her own fingers slid from her body, sticky with her fluids. Root was gasping on the table, as spent as she was.
Shaw leaned over her, her warm thighs on either side of her hips. "How'd I do?"
Unexpectedly, Root laughed, a breathy, giddy sound. "Fucking incredible." One long leg wound around Shaw's waist. "You're a natural." Liquid brown eyes met hers. "Didn't see my night going like this."
Shaw rolled her eyes. "Same." Her gaze traveled down Root's naked body of its own volition. "But can't say I'm too upset about it."
Root grinned wickedly. "Does that mean you found what you needed?" Shaw rolled her eyes again. She refused to play into her ego. She didn't need it. Besides, they both knew she'd done it. The ache that had been plaguing Shaw to the point of insanity for weeks now was long banished. In fact, she wasn't sure she'd even been quite so thoroughly satisfied. Not that Root would ever know that.
She surged to a sitting position, getting her other leg around Shaw. She nipped at her bottom lip, whispering, "Wanna go again?"
Her first instinct was to say no. But that wasn't what came out of her mouth. And so what? Root was fun, this was fun, and it felt fucking amazing, pun intended. Shaw wanted to see what else she could do.
She didn't disappoint. When Shaw carried her back to her bed, she didn't end up regretting it. She didn't even regret waking up next to her, well into the next day.
She'd definitely picked the perfect roommate.