Vesper surged forward and captured Bellamy’s mouth with her own. She clutched Bellamy’s thighs like her life depended on it and shoved her legs apart, crowding into her space. They moulded together, fitting so fucking perfectly. Then, Bellamy was kissing her back, wrapping her arms over Vesper’s shoulders and letting her in.
Salty tears mingled on her lips, but Vesper didn’t care. She slid her hands under Bellamy’s thighs, lifting her up to the bed in one fluid motion. Bellamy gasped, unprepared, as she fell back into the sheets.
“Ves…” Bellamy whispered. Vesper didn’t let her finish. She crashed their mouths back together and pinned Bellamy’s wrists above her head. Vesper broke off only to bite Bellamy’s neck.
Bellamy moaned and arched into Vesper’s trailing kisses. Vesper moved down her chest, biting at her through her shirt. She took Bellamy’s wrists in one hand, using the other to push her shirt up, massaging and pinching at her nipples. Bellamy’s breathing grew shallow, and Vesper delighted in the little moans she drew out with each movement.
Her hips canted up to meet Vesper’s, and Vesper shoved her leg in between Bellamy’s thighs earning a soft whimper. She released Bellamy’s wrists as she moved further down her body, unclasping Bellamy’s belt and slipping her fingers in the waistband of her pants.
Vesper looked up with a raised brow. Bellamy hadn’t stopped her yet, but Vesper hadn’t really given her a chance. Now she waited for permission while Bellamy watched her, an expressionof pure disbelief on her face. She’d pushed herself up on her elbows. Her cheeks were stained with dripping mascara, tears, and remnants of blood. She was fucking beautiful.
“You don’t want this?” Vesper asked, seeing the look in Bellamy’s eyes. Vesper gave her pants a little tug and waited for Bellamy to say something. Instead, Bellamy slowly lifted her hips. That was as good a permission as she was gonna get. Not wasting another second, she yanked Bellamy’s pants down, then her underwear. She groaned. “You’re fuckin drenched, Bel.”
Vesper slid her hands up Bellamy’s thighs, digging her thumbs into the muscle as she went, relishing Bellamy’s little hum of contentment. The tension in Bel’s body loosened the more Vesper worked.
She teased slowly up to Bellamy’s center, not quite meeting her apex and stopped, looking up again for confirmation before moving forward. She hadn’t waited for Bellamy’s permission like this in fucking years, always preferring to just take what she wanted and wait for Bel to stop her.
This time was different though. This was her apology, her way of telling Bellamy everything she couldn’t put into words, and she knew Bel understood. Bellamy had wiped the confusion and disbelief off her face when Vesper looked up next, replacing the expression with a smug smirk—a challenge.
In any other situation the look would’ve pissed Vesper off, but all she felt was relief. Bellamy wasn’t going to stop her. She didn’t want Vesper to stop, but her little brat was finally coming back to herself. She was finally over the shock of Vesper’s confession.
“Do you want to feel me inside you?” Vesper murmured, her voice full of desire as she kissed Bellamy’s leg. Bellamy wiped her cheeks and the smirk grew.
“I knew you couldn’t last,” Bellamy murmured, hesitation in her voice. Vesper could tell she wanted to sound smug, to be taunting, but there was fear there.
“What’re you talking about?” Vesper asked quietly, no attitude. She was determined not to let Bel ruin this.
“The bet, Ves. You want to lose?” Her voice was challenging. She was prepared for Vesper to stop, to not see this through. Prepared for Vesper to back away and raise up her defenses again. And Bellamy was giving her an out.
They both knew the bet didn’t matter anymore, there were no longer stakes since they were dead women. This was Bellamy being a fucking coward, being untrusting, willing Vesper to show her she wasn’t going to back down.
Vesper maintained eye contact as she lowered her head and licked a slow line from Bellamy’s entrance to her clit, then worked two fingers inside. Bellamy gasped in surprise, her eyes rolling back before she snapped her attention back to Vesper.
“I don’t care about the fucking bet,” Vesper growled, curling her fingers in for emphasis. “Now, be a good girl, and remind me of those little fantasies you shared last time we were here.” Bellamy swallowed, her smugness, her concerns, her fears, all vanished at Vesper’s wicked smile and curling fingers. “Talk to me, Bel.”
“Vesper,” Bellamy whimpered, tilting her hips up. Vesper pushed her fingers in as deep as they could go, savoring Bellamy’s moan, and kissing her thighs. She pumped in and out lazily, waiting impatiently for Bellamy to give instructions. Bellamy’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths while she watched.
“I… I want your tongue,” Bellamy’s breathy order came out desperate and uncertain. She didn’t believe Vesper would do it. She wasn’t wrong to distrust that. Vesper hadn’t used her tongue on Bellamy since they broke up. “Inside me.”
Vesper, however, did not need to be told twice. Fuck, she’d missed how Bellamy tasted. Vesper pulled her fingers away and snaked her tongue inside as far as she could go. Fucking delicious.
Bellamy moaned, her fists clutching the bedding, her hips bucking involuntarily.
“Fuck,” Bellamy groaned, “just like that.”
Vesper dug her blunt nails into Bellamy’s thighs and fucked her with her tongue until Bellamy was panting and whining Vesper’s name. She started to wonder if Bellamy would evenbother with another order or if she was content to let Vesper work her into oblivion, just like that. Not that Vesper minded either way.
“T-tongue on my clit,” Bellamy stuttered, her eyes squeezed shut. “Hard and fast, two fingers inside.”
Vesper moved immediately. Her satisfaction at Bellamy’s need to come quickly was overwhelming. When she saw Bel was white knuckling the bedding, Vesper paused, thinking over her decision before quietly saying, “You can touch me, Bel.”
She thought Bellamy would be more stunned, more hesitant, but her hand shot to Vesper’s hair and she forced Vesper’s face back between her legs. She didn’t waste anymore time in swiping her tongue over Bellamy’s clit, letting Bellamy feel the metal ball of her piercing properly for the first time as she flattened her tongue against her before working her fingers back inside.
It was unbelievably difficult for Vesper not to take back control. She craved punishing Bellamy for the last six years—the roughness, tying her up, and not letting her go until this trolley stopped the next day. Making her beg for mercy as she fucked her raw.
Vesper had been craving Bellamy like she was fucking air and Vesper couldn’t breathe. She needed to fuckingownher. This light, soft shit they were doing wouldn’t be enough. Bellamy belonged to Vesper, and she needed her to know it. She always had.
Bellamy’s hand tightened in Vesper’s hair. That would have to be enough for now, because if she were being honest with herself, Bellamy owned Vesper too. Vesper hadn’t felt Bel’s touch like that—hadn’t allowed it—for so long.
