The key scrapedagainst the lock twice before Jo realised her hand was shaking. She let out a breath, pushed the door open, and stepped into the stillness of her flat. The light in the hallway was too bright, so she turned it off immediately, opting for the warm, low glow of the side lamp in the lounge.
She stood there for a moment, staring into the room, her pulse pounding in her ears. She slipped her coat from her shoulders and threw it to the couch, her heels quickly following. She didn’t even bother turning on the TV. It was a waste of time.
She didn’t need a distraction. She needed…God, sheneededAmelia.
Jo had spent the entire taxi ride home trying to think about anything else. She’d rolled the window down, asked the driver to turn the music up, but nothing had helped. Nothing had erased the image of Amelia lounging on that bed in her black lace lingerie, her robe discarded and her long legs crossed like she didn’t have a care in the world. Like she wasn’t absolutely wrecking Jo’s mind, body, and soul without even trying.
Jo had never seen her like that before, and now she could neverunseeit.
She walked slowly into the bedroom, losing her dress as she reached her bed. She climbed onto the mattress and lay back, placed one hand over her eyes, and settled the other low on her stomach.
What the fuck are you doing?
It didn’t matter what she was doing. Her body was restless and starved, and Joneededa release.
She slid her fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear, teasing her lips without going any further. She needed time to enjoy this. She needed to sink in slowly. Fuck, she needed to let that image of Amelia fully reveal itself in her mind.
That soft, glowing skin. That black lace cupping her breasts and hugging her hips. The way she sat up and looked at Jo as though she’d just won a game Jo hadn’t even realised she was playing.
Her touch. Her mouth. Her quiet confidence.
Jo’s fingers moved lower. She exhaled sharply as she brushed them over her clit, already dripping wet…alreadyaching. Herhips shifted, her back arching slightly as she dragged her fingers in lazy circles, chasing the relief she hadn’t even known she was craving until she’d stepped into the club and saw her.
“Amelia,” she whispered into her painfully lonely bedroom. “O-oh, fuck. Y-yes.”
The sounds and smells in the room blurred as Jo’s breath quickened and her thighs opened a little more, her fingers slick with need. She pressed harder, faster, her other hand fisting in the sheet beneath her, her head tilting back against the pillows as her pulse thundered in her ears.
It was wrong. It wassowrong. But all she could see behind her closed lids was Amelia in black lace, her legs spread just enough to undo her completely.
“Fuck,” Jo whispered as her body jerked under her own hand.
She was close, right on the edge, and the thought of Amelia’s voice in her ear, low and steady as it urged her on, tipped her further.
She moved faster, her breath hitching as her stomach tightened. Fuck, she was going to come harder than she had in a long time. Nights with Lia included. As she sank two fingers deep inside herself, her phone buzzed.
Jo froze, her entire body trembling and begging for release. Her phone vibrated again, so she reached blindly for it on the bed, knowing full well it would be Ada. She’d want the gossip. Shealwayswanted the gossip.
But the name on the screen wasn’t Ada.
It was Amelia.
Jo stared at it, her body on fire and her thighs still trembling from where she’d hovered just a breath from release.
She didn’t have time to think. She answered it, almost whimpering as she did so. “H-hello?”
“Jo?”
Jo pressed her fingers harder against her clit, desperate, reckless, but unable to stop even if she tried. “Y-yes?”
“I’m sorry…is this a bad time?”
“N-no.” Jo bit her lip as she sank back inside herself. “No. It’s not a bad time.”
“You just sound…” Amelia’s voice faltered, then softened as she said, “Are you okay?”
Jo closed her eyes, her hips rocking in time with the hand she couldn’t keep still. “I’m…fine.”
There was a pause on the line, and then a light gasp from Amelia. “Jo, are you touching yourself?”
