Lucy’s hands slid up Skye’s back, her fingertips catching on the fine stitching of her dress. And then, she was searching for the zipper. It took a moment, but before she could count to five in her head, Skye’s dress was slipping off her body.
She sat back with her thighs straddling Lucy’s hips. “I’m glad to be getting rid of this thing,” she said, smiling as she slid the dress off her shoulders and tossed it back. She didn’t need to look to know that it had landed in a wrinkled heap. Her stylist would shit herself, but right now, she couldn’t care any less. Her focus was on Lucy and on the way that she was staring at Skye’s tits, and at that hungry smile on her face.
“You should really walk around naked,” Lucy said, shrugging off her top to reveal a triangular bikini. “Imagine all the extra viewers the show would get.”
“That would actually be considered a porno,” Skye said. She was smiling so widely at the compliment that her cheeks ached. “And I don’t think Marla would allow it.”
Lucy laughed and released her grip on Skye’s hips. She was about to tug at the string holding her bikini together when Skye beat her to it. Skye took her time. Running her fingers over Lucy’s neck, down her right shoulder and when the top finally came off, she ran the tip of her thumb down the length of her sternum.
Lucy visibly shuddered. Which was all Skye needed to lower her head until her mouth wrapped around Lucy’s peaked nipple. She sucked. She nibbled. She tongued the tip. All while Lucy’s back arched and her hips drove into Skye’s.
“You really know what you’re doing,” Lucy muttered, tilting her head back against the pillow. Her eyes were closed, and her hands rested at the back of Skye’s head.
“I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Skye said. She wanted nothing more than to make Lucy moan, to make her come. And so, she moved her fingers down, over her stomach, over her pelvic bone until she reached Lucy’s sex. Lucy was wet. Very wet. Which was all Skye needed to find her clit and press slow circles against it, over and over again.
“Mmmm,” Lucy mumbled. Her eyes were still closed, head still tilted, and her hips were reaching up to maximize contact. “That…”
But she didn’t finish her sentence. Whatever she had wanted to say died on her lips when Skye slipped one finger between Lucy’s slick folds, moving it in and out, while she kept her thumb pressed against her clit. Multi-tasking at its finest.
Lucy opened her mouth, but no words came out. Instead, she tilted her head until her mouth reached Skye’s shoulder, and her teeth grazed her skin. Lucy’s breath was raspy and desperate. And Skye circled harder and applied more pressure until Lucy’s hips were rolling over and over with each movement. It wasn’t long before Lucy was shouting a series of pleas to god, and her body was shivering under Skye’s.
Skye wanted to make a joke of it, something along the lines of ‘that was quick’, but before she could utter even a word, Lucy spun her onto her back and hooked Skye’s legs around her hips. “My turn,” she said, smiling. She shuffled down the bed, moving slowly. Her eyes locked on Skye’s, which was such a fucking turn-on that Skye felt her clit vibrate right then and there. Whatever they were doing, whatever this was, it was worth the sneaking around. The secrets were well worth the price they might pay.
Skye opened her legs wider and smiled when Lucy’s head came to rest between her thighs. She braced for Lucy’s tongue the same way she braced for a wave coming her way. The electric anticipation made her chest tighten and her pulse spike. Herhands tangled in Lucy’s hair, guiding her just enough while soft gasps slipped from Lucy’s lips.
Skye was a mess.
Lucy’s tongue was like silk threading through her folds. It was delicious and aching. Each lap of her tongue, every nibble of her teeth, made Skye’s hips move of their own accord. Made them roll, move, grind against Lucy’s face until she couldn’t anymore. And just when she thought she was reaching her end, Lucy extended an arm. She swept her hand across Skye’s stomach to her breasts and found her nipple. Skye didn’t think much of it, not while Lucy’s tongue was circling her clit, but then she squeezed her nipple hard between two fingers, and that was the end of Skye.
A cataclysmic explosion radiated from low between her hips, sweeping down her thighs, up her waist until she shuddered, and shivered and swore so loud she was sure someone had heard her. “Fuck!” Skye called again. “You have to stop.”
But she didn’t. Lucy kept licking. She kept twisting. She kept going until Skye gripped her shoulders and said, “You’re killing me.”
Lucy laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re still breathing,” she said, and then collapsed back onto the bed. Their limbs twisted and folded into each other like puzzle pieces that fit without forcing.
Skye yawned. She was tired. Exhausted even. Tonight’s dinner with the nine remaining contestants seemed like an impossible task. All she wanted was to stay here, in this bed, with Lucy. She wanted to run the tips of her fingers over the curve of Lucy’s stomach to the sound of the fan spinning lazily overhead. The last thing she wanted was to make small talk or to force a laugh, or to act like she hadn’t just fucked one of the contestants.
“I’m going to choose you for the next date,” Skye said, feeling sure of her decision.
“You are?” Lucy asked, looking genuinely surprised.
“Yes,” Skye replied. “You’re right. I haven’t been fair to you. I’ve been over-correcting. I’m sure you’re not the only one who has noticed.” She thought of Marla and their quick conversation after she’d sent Veronica home. Marla couldn’t understand why Skye wasn’t choosing Lucy, and Skye couldn’t possibly explain to the producer that she had slept with Lucy. It was a conundrum. One that could easily be fixed by telling the truth. Except she wasn’t going to do that. Not if she wanted to keep her job.
“Promise me one thing,” Lucy said, trailing two fingers in a semi-circle along Skye’s stomach.
“What’s that?” Skye asked, her fingers curling in Lucy’s hair.
“That if the next date is something crazy like shark cage diving or cliff jumping and it might end in me nearly dying, I don’t want it. Pick Nova instead.”
Skye laughed, surprising even herself. The last time she’d felt this relaxed around someone—especially someone she had sex with—she couldn’t quite remember. Dating had always been one of the other versions of a disaster movie. Too much overthinking. Too much pretending that she actually enjoyed it. Mostly, she preferred her own company, or a dog’s company. Dogs didn’t ask questions. Dogs didn’t judge.
But somehow, things with Lucy were easy.
Skye shifted, curling her naked body around Lucy’s. “We should probably end this before we lose track of time.”
“Are you kicking me out again?”
“Yes, I am,”Skye said matter-of-factly.
