Mara huffed and closed her eyes. Kirby was losing her. Giving Mara too much time to second-guess and freak out. But sometimes you had to wade through the logistics to get to the good part.
“I have a great bill of health and get tested often. Just a little FYI,” Kirby said. She kissed the inside of Mara’s knee.
“Okay.”
“Sexual health.”
“Yeah. I got that.”
Kirby smiled. “This is the part where you could also tell me about your sexual health status if you wanted.”
“Oh. Right. It’s fine. I’m… Everything was fine on my last physical. And they did… all that.”
“Good.” Kirby laughed. Mara was one of the most frustrating people on the planet, but Kirby found her incredibly endearing right then.
Mara sat up and looked at the door. “Umm. So.”
Yep, Kirby was definitely losing her.
Kirby grabbed Mara’s ankles and yanked, which toppled Mara onto her back.
“How about this?” Kirby tugged a special bag out from under her bed. It was a bag she always traveled with. She pulled out the first sex toy she touched. “It’s my turn. Make me come and maybe I’ll return the favor.”
Mara was a go-getter. She needed a task.
Kirby handed over a toy called the Clitapult, a name she assumed was related to its resemblance to the throwing arm of a catapult. But it was quite simply a clit-sucker toy. A very effective one.
“I don’t even know what to do with this.” Mara held it up, aggravation eating up her words, but Kirby knew—and shedidn’t know how she knew, but she did—that it was a front. A façade. A part of this game.
And that was absolutely what this was. A game. Kirby saying something mean on a podcast had been foreplay. This was the main event.
Kirby slid her track pants down and off. “Well, time’s ticking. I’m seeing the, uh, the physio in an hour.” That was a fib, but it wasn’t Mara’s business that Kirby was meeting with a sports psych. That was personal. More personal than getting naked together. “You better figure it out.”
To help Mara along, Kirby took off her briefs too, so she was in nothing but a tank top. She lay back on the bed, folded her hands behind her head, and bit her lip on a smile.
Mara rolled her eyes, tossed the toy beside Kirby, and knee walked until she was between Kirby’s legs.
Then she shocked the hell out of Kirby by pressing those insanely hot lips to Kirby’s clit.
A jolt rocked through Kirby. She was sensitive, and honestly kind of easy. Sometimes too easy.
“You ever do this before, Mara?” Kirby said from between gritted teeth. She didn’t know why she asked that except she wanted to hear Mara talk about her experience. Because stuff like that turned Kirby on. Making Mara talk to her turned her on.
Mara gave Kirby a slow, hard suck before lifting her face away. “No. I’m just an innocent little princess, remember?” Disdain dripped from her voice.
Kirby grinned and reached down to fist Mara’s long hair. “Don’t get snotty with me.”
“Or what?” Mara rolled her eyes again.
She was really leaning into the bratty thing. Or was she actually bratty?
Kirby had no idea.
And it didn’t matter. Kirby’s reaction was the same either way.
It washoteither way.
She yanked on Mara’s hair, forcing her back a few inches.
