“That feels so good,” Bryn panted when Vivian’s elegant fingers brushed against her hard nipple. “Don’t stop,” she breathed.
The more Bryn talked, the harder Vivian bore down onto her. It was only years of experience that made her mouth keep moving, kept her talking for the audience, while she watched Vivian.
Vivian, who was absolutely devastating when she was unguarded. Who was even more intense when she breathed softly. When she dropped her regal composure to somehow command even more subservience. Bryn had never met anyone who existed in contradictions. Someone so vulnerable and commanding, soft and fierce. It made her want to know every version of Vivian. To earn that honor she’d guard with her life.
“Kiss me,” Bryn begged, orgasm rushing in too fast to stop. “You win,” she managed through gritted teeth.
Vivian kissed her while she came, but couldn’t contain her satisfied grin while she did. The moment Bryn’s orgasm let her go, she took her revenge.
“Baby, you’re dripping,” Bryn said when slid her left hand under Vivian. When she slipped inside her with two fingers and Vivian immediately clenched around her. There was no more smirking.
“Can you grind into my palm with my fingers inside you like that?” Bryn’s wrist protested the position, but she told it to stop being a little bitch and kept going.
Eyes closed and brows furrowed, Vivian nodded. All Bryn could do was watch. Watch while Vivian rode her fingers with a ballerina’s grace. Watch while her grinding grew faster, hair messy and skin flushed.
Bryn curled her fingers, finding the spot that had worked every time and Vivian stopped moving. Getting up on her knees, Vivian gave Bryn the room she needed to move. To go hard while Vivian trembled. To beg for her release while she squeezed her fingers.
When Vivian came for her, she couldn’t stop the faint plea. Couldn’t help crying a raspy, “Bryn,” when she stiffened.
“That was incredible,” Bryn promised when she pulled Vivian down to her. When she held her until her trembling subsided.
Vivian reached over, turned off the recording, shifted her weight off of Bryn. Bryn missed Vivian crumpled on top of her immediately. The loss was like sunshine slipping into shade, and all Bryn wanted was to have the heat on her skin again.
Bryn was going to ask her to blow off the rest of the day. To go out into the city together. To leave altogether and see the Hamptons. Or the wineries upstate. She’d go anywhere just to have space with Vivian. To touch and talk and know each other in every way that counted.
“If that gets a million downloads, you owe me royalties,” Vivian said with a throaty chuckle. She pecked Bryn’s lips and stood.
Bryn took a cleansing breath, swallowed what she was going to say, and followed.
“Does this count as an ‘overheard’?” Vivian asked from her place on Bryn’s bed, face illuminated by her phone’s glow.
Naked, propped against pillows on a messy bed in Bryn’s small room, Vivian had no right to still look like a celebrity. Bryn cracked open a room-temp bottle of water and handed it to Vivian. Outside, somehow night had fallen and they’d never made it back to the conference.
“How much time have you spent on Siren?” Bryn joked, plopping down next to her, taking the bottle after Vivian finished.
“They’re losing their minds.” Vivian laughed, gaze glued to the comments on the audio Bryn had lightly edited before posting.
She’d taken out Vivian’s moaned “Bryn,” but kept the rest. The unpolished sound had worked better than she could have hoped. It was rich and intimate and real.
Bryn curled up at Vivian’s side to look at her phone too. The comments had started with speculation whether Kelly Craves was performing both voices, but moved quickly to speculating on the second person’s identity. Vivian skipped the comments begging for more collabs between Kelly and the Mystery.
“Who’s this?” Vivian held her thumb over one of the comments guessing that the other person was Tempting Tiffany. Not guessing, hoping. “They’re in a fucking lather about her.”
Bryn laughed, fingertips tracing Vivian’s abdomen. “A very popular erotic artist.”
Vivian put her name into her search bar and brought up Tiffany’s social media account. She clicked on a video of her performing burlesque and tensed. The more she watched, the more her energy cooled.
Bryn’s stomach growled, sparking an idea that might take them out of the hotel. That would give Bryn more time with Vivian’s mind, not just her body.
“There’s a pulled-noodle place a few blocks away. Do you?—”
“Why would they guess it’s her?” Vivian glared at her screen like she might challenge a few hundred people to make allegations to her face.
“Vivian…” Bryn laughed. “Are you jealous?”
Tossing her phone to the side, Vivian climbed on top of her. “No,” she said with unshakable confidence. “I don’t care what a bunch of strangers think.” She pushed Bryn’s legs open to slip between them. “I just don’t want anyone to take credit for my work.”
Bryn hooked her legs around. “Your work, huh?” She laughed, skin buzzing everywhere it met Vivian’s. “This is all about creative integrity?”
