“Tell me, baby.” Kelly’s voice was only in one earbud. “How often have you thought about me while I’ve been away?” Her voice shifted to the other earbud, disorienting and making the illusion too real. Too much like Bryn was in the bed next to her. Like Vivian was kneeling at her feet.
“Yeah? That much?” Kelly laughed, condescending. “You’re so desperate, aren’t you?”
Desire roared to life with destabilizing speed. Vivian almost muttered a breathlessyesinto the empty room.
“Good thing I’m here then,” Kelly whispered, sending goosebumps racing down her arms. “I’ll take such good care of you. I always do, don’t I?” A pause. Another condescending chuckle. “That’s right, baby. You’re mine and I take care of what’smine.”
Vivian’s core throbbed. She yearned to slip her hand under the covers, but she couldn’t let herself. She gripped the duvet tighter instead, ignoring the way the material grazed her hardening nipples. Ignoring the desperate need to feel Bryn’s hands on her body.
“Tell me what you want,” Kelly demanded. “Anything you want. Come on,” she urged. “Don’t be shy now.”
Vivian clenched her jaw, afraid that she might speak a desire aloud. That she might surprise herself. Frighten herself.
“That sounds so good,” Kelly crooned before making a sound as if she’d bitten her lip.
The image of Bryn with her bottom lip between her teeth was too much. Vivian pushed the sheets down, body sweltering from the act of listening.
“I just want you to do one thing for me first, baby. I know you can do it,” she promised, but this time her tone wasn’t condescending.
“God, you look so good on your knees,” Kelly muttered like she’d broken character. Like it was Bryn looking at Vivian and getting overwhelmed at the sight.
Another hard pang of desire begged Vivian for release. She couldn’t stop herself. Vivian parted her thighs and pressed her fingers to her clit. Her shockingly hot and swollen clit.
Cursing, it was all Vivian could do not to relieve the pressure. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on. The last time she even wanted to have sex. On the nights she reached into her bedside table to grab her vibrator, it was just a way to get to sleep rather than sating any genuine desire. Kind of like coughing to clear her throat—just something her body needed to do sometimes.
But now, all she wanted was for Bryn to be at her side. For it to be her hand sliding between her thighs. Her lips on Vivian’s sensitive neck.
In Vivian’s ears, there were new sounds. She strained to identify them and then burned with understanding when she registered the sound of velcro being adjusted.
It had been an eternity since Vivian’d heard that, but her back nearly arched when she recognized the sound of a harness.
Core pounding, Vivian pressed her fingers to her shockingly wet entrance like that might be enough. Like it was just as good as Bryn teasing her with the tip of a strap before she sunk in so deep Vivian couldn’t breathe.
“Look at me, baby,” Bryn whispered, and Vivian opened her eyes like she expected to see her standing there. “Yeah, I know. I know how much you like this, and I’m going to give it to you. But first...”
Heart hammering, Vivian couldn’t return the moisture to her mouth. Couldn’t stop waiting in pathetic, breathless anticipation. She’d give Bryn anything she wanted as long as she released her from this torment.
“Open that sexy mouth of yours,” Bryn demanded. “Fuck,” she muttered. “You look so good like that. You want me so bad, don’t you?”
Vivian couldn’t stop her fingers from slipping inside. One and then two. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was going to be enough.
“I want you too,” she vowed, and Vivian believed her. “Why don’t you get this strap nice and wet for—” Bryn sucked in a breath like she’d been surprised by her immediate compliance.
Bryn’s moan went off like a nuclear weapon in Vivian’s body. She ground her hips into the mattress before her own curse tore through her raw throat. It was too much.
Vivian yanked out her earbuds, chest heaving and body covered in sweat. The silence of the hotel suite rushed back in, violent and disorienting.
She laid there, body a confused tangle of unsatisfied desire. She dropped her hand away from her body. Away from the heat that was still pulsing, demanding a finish she couldn’t give it. Not like this.
Cold sweat combined with the heat of her arousal, dropping the temperature in the room twenty degrees. Vivian clawed the sheets back over her naked body. She was exposed. Even alone and behind a locked door, she’d been flayed open.
Fear curled in her gut, sharp and unmistakable. It wasn’t sex she was afraid of, not exactly. It was the wanting.
Wanting Bryn was dangerous. This much desire, this much raw, unchecked need, was like standing on a cliff edge during a hurricane. Even standing still was a life-threatening risk. Just being so close to the drop could trigger the fall.
Her phone screen lit up, cutting through the dim room and Vivian’s haze. A text from Bryn.
She stared at it, chest still heaving, Bryn’s voice still echoing. For a wild, irrational second, she thought Bryn knew. That Bryn had sensed what she was doing. Vivian forced herself to get it together and picked up her phone.
