Mara and Kirby had done this a few times now, and it was always a blur and a rush. Kirby was more than generous, and Mara was a greedy little monster.
“I want to make you come,” Mara said.
Kirby studied her for a long moment. “Then lie on your back.”
Kirby fanned Mara’s hair out on the twin bed before leaning in to kiss her.
“Your mouth. It’s unfair how much I think about it,” Kirby admitted. “Those lips. Fuck.”
Then, without fanfare or warning, Kirby threw her leg over Mara and straddled her face. Her knees were on the ends of Mara’s hair, tugging it, stinging her scalp, and holding her down.
Mara’s hands grabbed Kirby’s ass, fingertips digging in. “Oh, God. I’ve never done this. Like this, I mean.”
“Do you want to?” Kirby asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Kirby dragged her pussy over Mara’s lips. She was wet. And she tasted incredible.
“Fuck,” Mara whispered. It was hard to get the angle right with Kirby on her hair, but it also made her feel a bit wild. Like it truly was a fight. A fight and an exposure all in one.
Kirby twitched her hips and planted a hand on the wall. Mara wished she could step outside of herself to watch Kirby work her magic, to see her, head thrown back, hips rocking, fully naked.
“Your mouth is so sweet, princess,” Kirby panted.
Mara let her fingers play through the wetness between Kirby’s legs. She couldn’t get her fingers as deep as she wanted, but that simple touch made Kirby groan.
This position felt very vulnerable. Submissive.
Kirby was fucking against her face, dragging her clit over Mara’s tongue, her lips. Her pussy drenched Mara’s chin.
And Mara’s mind went blissfully blank, and not in the way she forced it to when she was scared or shy or upset. Not compartmentalization to protect herself.
No, this was freedom. And she wanted it to last forever.
But it didn’t.
Kirby reached down and fisted Mara’s hair. Then she froze, arched, and shuddered again and again.
And that was pretty mind-blowing too. Feeling Kirby lose it. Hearing her shout, even though they should not have been shouting in the middle of the Olympic Village.
“Holy shit,” Kirby rasped out, ripples flowing through her. She fell next to Mara on the bed. “You’re trouble, Mara May.”
“The good kind, I hope.”
“Eh,” Kirby closed her eyes. She had sweat on her shoulders and throat. Her cheeks were red. She was the sexiest person Mara had ever seen. “Verdict’s still out.”
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Kirby setup her phone to record her and Mara. They’d moved to the abandoned lounge so as to not be caught in flagrante by Lindsey. The space was usually full of athletes watching events on TV, but it was a ghost town in the middle of the night.
Kirby normally had ring lights and all kinds of shit to make everyone appear gorgeous and clear on camera, but Mara didn’t need help looking gorgeous.
She’d put on a tight, baby-pink, athletic tank top that zipped up the front and a matching pair of wide leg yoga pants, like a trendy Pilates influencer. Kirby longed to lower the zipper between Mara’s tits with her teeth.
Kirby was still in her sports bra and sweats. They both looked a little sex bedraggled, and that thrilled Kirby.
