But Bryn kept her eyes on her. Kept grinding into Vivian’s mouth, eyes open even when Vivian closed hers. When she moaned into her. When she flicked her tongue over Bryn’s clit and sent her reeling.
“I’m coming,” Bryn rasped, hoarse and breathless.
Vivian opened her eyes, watching her unravel with a pained expression. Her targeted focus faltered, but it didn’t matter. Bryn reached down, fist in Vivian’s hair, and made good on her promise to come in her mouth again and again until she dropped back totally spent.
She only caught her breath for a moment before she was pulling Vivian off her knees and back onto her lap. When Vivian straddled her hips, Bryn wrapped her arms around her waist while kissing herself off of Vivian’s lips.
“I taste so good on you,” Bryn muttered, hand stroking her damp back.
Vivian smiled and kissed her deep and slow. “Not as good as I’m going to taste on you,” she muttered before slipping off Bryn’s lap and pulling her to the bed.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Sleep had been achievedin unintentional bursts. When Bryn’s wake-up alarm went off, she was knuckle-deep in Vivian with her back arching off the bed. Now, sitting in the back row of a panel on narrating children’s books, Bryn felt like a coughed-up hairball. Vivian, however, looked as perfectly composed as always. It might be unfair if it wasn’t such a turn-on.
Knowing that just hours earlier Vivian, so poised and polished she’d make a royal look like a slob, had been a writhing mess for her was intoxicating. It was hard to listen to the craft differences between middle grade and chapter books. All she could hear was Vivian’s moans reverberating in her mind.
“Your gaze is completely unfocused,” Vivian whispered against her ear when she leaned over, arm over the back of Bryn’s chair like she didn’t mind who speculated. Like she was making a wordless declaration. Like she was intentionally making her remember all the filthy things she’d whispered for her already. “I fear your mind is elsewhere.”
Heat flooded Bryn’s face when Vivian shot her a glance. When she confirmed with a lopsided smirk that she was, in fact, nestled between her thighs and drinking her in rather than sitting in an ugly beige ballroom. At least that’s where she was in her imagination.
Bryn shifted but resisted squeezing her thighs together. Somewhere between sore and overstimulated, she still wanted more. Wanted more of Vivian until she was a full-body bruise. And even that much pain wouldn’t deter her. She was hooked, irrevocably and completely and embarrassingly hooked on Vivian.
Halfway through a masterclass on working with a voice coach, all she could think of was having Vivian to herself again. They’d barely had any time to talk the night before and there was still so much about Vivian to learn. An entire lifetime for Bryn to catch up on.
They followed the crowd into the busy hallway and out to the lobby where the line for lunch was daunting. Bryn was going to suggest leaving the hotel to get something else during the break when Harvey’s greeting cut her off.
“If it isn’t the voice of the summer,” he said when he met them a few feet from the person checking conference credentials.
Bryn pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans. She did a double take when Harvey started to talk to her rather than Vivian.
“Wait, what?” Bryn looked between Harvey and Vivian. They both looked like they were hiding a secret. And hiding it badly.
Vivian gave him a look that read like permission. Bryn might have been annoyed about conversations happening behind her back but the unusual amount of notifications on her phone was distracting.
“That’s what Mel Scott called you over breakfast this morning,” he replied, obviously expecting Bryn to have a reaction. To know who the hell that was.
Bryn glanced at her phone again. She had over a hundred notifications on the Siren app. With her latest audio uploaded only that morning, it was too soon to have accumulated so many all at once.
Her stomach tensed. Bryn wanted to think that she’d somehow gone viral. That maybe some influencer mentioned her somewhere and sent a drove of new listeners.
But fear suffocated hope. Had Seraphina or Richard told people?
Harvey’s mouth was moving and Vivian looked proud, but all Bryn could think about was Seraphina and Richard regaling a crowd with what they’d learned about her. That every attendee was listening to her?—
“Mel Scott only produces Platinum Voices,” Vivian explained, trying and failing not to smile.
Ten more notifications appeared on her screen, sending her heart plummeting.
“He’s casting the lead in the full-cast production ofHeir to the Obsidian Throne,” Harvey added, grin broad and unabashed when he mentioned the romantasy juggernaut. “A versatile ingénue with a warm, engaging voice.” He wiggled his brows. “He expressed interest in listening to an audition sample.”
Another five notifications. Something was wrong and Bryn needed to know what or she was going to projectile vomit all over the nice marble floor. Or maybe faint. Or both. Puke then faint.
She looked up, struggling to catch up because Harvey was still talking and Vivian’s expression told Bryn she should adjust her own.
“Oh! Me?” Bryn belatedly registered his point.
He laughed, looking at Bryn like she was a particularly silly ferret hanging from the top of her enclosure. “Yes, you!” He turned to Vivian. “Haven’t you prepared her for what’s coming? If there’s something you can count on in audiobook publishing, it’s that everyone wants the same voice after a hit. And a new platinum voice that’s an overnight sensation…” He grinned. “You’re about to be very busy.”
