Mouth warm and tongue sweet, Vivian kissed like she was performing for a camera. Slow and deep and matching the swing of her hips. Bryn moaned. She’d never recorded for Siren with someone else in real time, but the notion was immediately exhilarating.
“You want them to hear me?” Bryn asked, mouth sliding down Vivian’s throat.
Vivian responded by grinding against Bryn’s pelvis. Rocking up to meet her intentional rhythm, Bryn couldn’t stop touching her thighs. Vivian was unfairly soft and deceptively strong.
“You want them to hear what you do to me?” Bryn unzipped Vivian’s dress and pulled it up over her head.
She leaned back, resting her weight on her elbows, to stare at Vivian. Like this, in private, Vivian basked in her attention. Indulged in Bryn’s adoring gaze when it touched her throat, her cleavage, the lacy fabric of her bra, her flat belly trembling with the same anticipation making Bryn’s fingers tremble.
Bryn’s heart soared knowing that Vivian felt admired rather than consumed. She loved Vivian’s confident hands running over her own body as if Bryn would look away if she didn’t direct her. As if she could ever look away.
“How about they listen to you instead?” Bryn pulled out her earbud again and passed it over.
Vivian’s expression said absolutely-the-fuck-not, but Bryn didn’t take it back. She grinned, a rush of diabolical mischief firing in her mind.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She moistened her lips, letting her teeth drag over her bottom lip the way Vivian liked. “You’re afraid you won’t be able to stay quiet?”
At the challenge, Vivian brightened. She tipped her head to the side as if asking…what if they recognize me?
“If you don’t think you can do it…”
Bryn dropped her hand on her torso, letting it drift to the edge of her sweatshirt. She tugged it halfway up her chest, exposing only the bottom of her bare breasts. As if they’d choreographed it, Vivian shifted to straddle just one of Bryn’s thighs. In nothing but a bra, Vivian looked decadently sinful.
Her ravenous eyes tracked Bryn’s every movement. Watched in rapt attention while Bryn slipped into the waistband of her joggers. Expression dark, she flickered with disbelief that Bryn wasn’t bluffing.
“I still have work to do,” she muttered, fingertips ghosting over her clit, sore from so much attention and greedily aching for more. More of Vivian’s lustful gaze. More of the delighted surprise that preceded it. “I guess you can just straddle my thigh while I handle business myself.” She flinched when she hit a tender spot, but the pain immediately dissolved into heat.
Bryn closed her eyes, tipped her head back, relaxed her jaw, and moaned. Knowing that Vivian was watching her, that she was pulling her apart with nothing but her eyes. That she wanted her in the same all-consuming way—it was almost enough to send Bryn over the edge before they’d started.
Bryn breathed deeply and slowly. She sprinkled little whines between her moans like an award-winning chef adding salt to her creation in practiced increments.
Relaxing into the pleasurable sensation as the discomfort eased, Bryn’s eyes snapped open when Vivian tugged at her pants. She furrowed her brow, watching Vivian as she moved to yank off Bryn’s pants in one fell swoop. As she bit her lip when she realized Bryn wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Oh, you want a better view?” Bryn teased, moan low in her throat. “You’re going to leave me in nothing but my hoodie?” She narrated for her audience, even if she wasn’t sure the audio would be usable.
Vivian straddled one of Bryn’s thighs again, bare skin to bare skin. “Fuck,” Bryn gasped, not expecting Vivian to be noticeably slick with arousal. “You’re so wet,” she muttered, attention fixed on Vivian’s gently rocking hips. On her hands moving to her back. On the bra falling to her side. On the absolute perfection of her naked form, hair falling forward when she started grinding in earnest.
She’d overplayed her hand. Bryn couldn’t possibly hope to beat Vivian in this game. She didn’t need to have defined rules to know Vivian was going to play dirty and Bryn was going to beg her to keep going.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Bryn sighed, core throbbing and screaming for attention, but she was absorbed in Vivian. Vivian, who rested one open palm on Bryn’s chest just to grind harder against her flexed quad. “I love watching you.”
Through half-lidded eyes, Vivian looked at her. She raked her gaze over Bryn’s body and made a gesture with her head that saidget moving.
Biting the inside of her cheek, Bryn played oblivious. She ran her left hand up the side of Vivian’s thigh. The other she left resting on her hipbone.
Vivian stopped abruptly and leaned back, arms crossed over her glorious chest. She was threatening to strike, but Bryn couldn’t help herself.
“What is it?” Bryn did her best to sell wide-eyed innocence given that Vivian already knew most of her filthy secrets. “What do you want?”
Unimpressed by Bryn’s feeble attempts to get her to talk, Vivian’s icy stare was unnerving. She was so committed to the challenge, she didn’t break even though Bryn could easily edit out any slips.
Bryn had to reward her intensity. Gaze locked with Vivian’s, she slipped between her own thighs again. “Do you like watching me?” she asked without slipping into her Kelly Craves voice. “How about a better view?”
She bent her knee and let it drop to the side so Vivian had an unobstructed view of Bryn’s moving fingers. Vivian’s chest flushed hard and it was almost enough to start Bryn’s undoing. She moved to a less sensitive spot to make it last.
“Grind against my thigh,” Bryn rasped, mouth dry and heart racing. “Let’s see who loses and comes first.”
Aura crackling like a summer electrical storm, Vivian super-heated the air when she started rolling her hips again. She shook Bryn to her foundation like wall-rattling thunder when she leaned forward again and slid her hand under Bryn’s hoodie.
