Vesper pushed her leg further and Bellamy graced her with another pained whimper. Everything was suddenly too hot. Bellamy’s little groans and whimpers were too much when that was all she could fucking hear inside this too-small compartment.
She leaned back and Bellamy whined again when the pressure let up. This one was a complaint rather than pain.
“Fine. Fucking brat,” Vesper grumbled under her breath, quiet enough she hoped Bellamy hadn’t heard. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She reluctantly moved her hands down Bellamy’s leg and rubbed her thigh, digging her fingers in.
“Ah, there,” Bellamy groaned, her body tensing when Vesper dug into the spot. “Mmm, yeah, that feels good.” Bellamy relaxed, and her head tipped back onto the floor, and she closed her eyes.
“I think you’re enjoying this too much,” Vesper said tightly. She heard the strain in her own voice, and Bellamy’s eyes shot open. They found Vesper’s immediately. A slow smirk spread across her face that told Vesper she’d heard it too.
Vesper leaned back on her heels, all but yanking her hands away, but it was too late. The damage was already done. Bellamy’s leg fell back onto Vesper’s shoulder.
“Don’t you dare stop that, Ves.”
Vesper raised an eyebrow. She made a show of crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re not in any position to make demands, Bel.”
Bellamy bit her lip and looked Vesper up and down slowly. “Speaking of positions…” Her voice was low and sultry and stirred unwanted desires in Vesper’s core. “Remember the last time you had me like this?”
Remember? It was all Vesper could fucking think about. Bellamy definitely lied about the cramp. This was what that smile had been about. This was her fucking plan the whole time.
Vesper shook her head, releasing a shaky breath. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Come on, Ves. You left me high and dry. You know you want this.” Bellamy slid her hand slowly down her body, watching as Vesper unwillingly tracked her movements, unable to look away. When she reached her thong, Bellamy slowly pushed it to the side and spread herself open. She revealed exactly how much she wanted Vesper to take her. “Can you see how wetyou’ve made me, just from this? You see why I didn’t want you to stop?”
Vesper barely suppressed a groan. She tore her gaze from Bellamy’s center, meeting her eyes. “If you want to come so bad, why don’t you do it yourself?” she hissed, pushing herself off the floor to sit back on the bench, away from temptation.
Bellamy, however, was not deterred. Vesper knew she wasn’t going to let this go until she got what she wanted. And each time she tried, Vesper worried it would chip away more of her resolve until Bellamy eventually won. Vesper just had to make sure Bellamy broke first.
Bellamy smirked. She wiped her finger through her wetness, letting out a soft moan. “Yes, ma’am,” she said in response, as if Vesper’s snark had been an order. She locked eyes with Vesper, swiping over her clit. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them open, watching the heat flood through Vesper.
Bellamy hit her clit with each swipe. There was no teasing, no torturous wait, she was getting straight to the point. Her breathing picked up in combination with her moans and Vesper fidgeted in her seat. Bellamy was a fucking brat, and Vesper hated how much she needed it.
“Fuck,” Bellamy whimpered, and her eyes finally screwed shut—she was close. It had taken almost no time at all, and she was going to take her orgasm at her own pace after Vesper had denied her the last one.
Vesper clenched her jaw tight and squeezed legs together. Bellamy’s fingers moved faster as she swiped over herself, her wetness growing and coating her fingers. It made Vesper’s mouth water. Her moaning pitched higher, more tempting.Fuck.
“Stop,” Vesper ordered. The word slipped out before she registered that it even passed through her brain. Bel froze, her eyes snapping open. Heat bloomed behind her gaze as she waited for the next order.
If Bellamy could play dirty, so would Vesper.
“Take them off.” She nodded at Bellamy’s clothes,and Bellamy’s eyes widened in surprise. Her chest rose and fell in anticipation. The seconds droned on. She was fucking testing Vesper’s limits, all of them.
“Now,” Vesper snapped. Bellamy scrambled off the floor. She swallowed hard and put on a show that Vesper did not ask for.
Bellamy yanked her thong down and stepped out of it, then she strode confidently over, stopping between Vesper’s spread legs, and turned around. Slowly, Bellamy bent over and pulled her skirt down. Vesper ached to spank her, to put her in her fucking place.
Bellamy tried to sit on her lap when she’d finished.
“Nope,” Vesper said before they touched. Bellamy stilled. “On the floor, back how you were.” Bellamy’s breathing was shallow, and she watched Vesper as she slowly lowered to her knees on the hard trolley floor, then down to her back. Vesper leaned forward, resting her elbows casually on her legs and clasped her hands tightly in front of her.
“Spread your legs,” she murmured. “Good. You’re not allowed to come until you have permission, understood?”
“Yes,” Bellamy breathed, nodding jerkily, and Vesper wondered how long Bel could hold out like this.
“Show me what you want me to do.”
Bellamy’s hand shot between her legs. She quickly resumed her previous pace, moaning in relief at the contact. No doubt she was sensitive now.
“No foreplay?” Vesper asked in a way that made Bellamy freeze again. She whined and shook her head. “Bel,” Vesper chastised. “Start higher. Work your way down slowly.”
