“No foreplay.”
Taryn laughed gently, her lips hovering over Cassie’s sex. She was about to respond when Cassie somehow managed to grasp a handful of her short hair and press her closer. Taryn couldn’t tease herself anymore, let alone Cassie, and she clamped her mouth around Cassie’s clit and began short, firm strokes. Cassie sank back into the bed, so Taryn tried longer, more gentle strokes. Cassie’s grip in her hair tightened, and she pushed her hips up into Taryn’s face.There it is.She kept up the exact pace and pressure in slow circles. Cassie moaned and swore, pressed Taryn in deeper, pushed her hips up harder. Her other hand grabbed one of Taryn’s and she squeezed. Their fingers interlocked, and their connection solidified.
Cassie’s movements became more rapid, her curses louder until she arched her back and cried out, “Oh God, Taryn.”
Taryn continued to suck, and Cassie thrashed on the bed. She wanted every last drop of her pleasure, and she wasn’t letting go until she had it. Cassie’s breaths got shorter and faster, and she gripped Taryn’s hair tighter.
“I can’t…”
Sure you can.Taryn didn’t let up until Cassie rode another wave of pleasure and cried out Taryn’s name again. She could get used to that; the way Cassie rolled it off her tongue made it sound godlike. And while she’d always loved making a woman lose herself in the throes of passion, making a woman like Cassie lose herself was even more exhilarating.
She ran her tongue along the folds of Cassie’s lips and savored her sweet taste before she brought her hand down and dragged her finger over Cassie’s clit.
Cassie clamped her hand around Taryn’s wrist. “Whoa, hotshot. Not so fast.” She sat up on the edge of the bed, pushing Taryn gently. She rocked back on her heels and bit her bottom lip, eager for more. Cassie undid Taryn’s tie then slowly worked her way down her buttons. She pulled Taryn’s shirt from the waistband of her trousers then took the tie and draped it around her neck before pushing Taryn’s shirt over her shoulders. Taryn shivered under Cassie’s touch, and the soft material of her shirt felt like a full caress as it dropped lower. Cassie leaned closer and helped her tug it from her arms before she tossed it across the room onto an armchair.
Cassie’s lips twitched. “No bra?”
Taryn flicked her eyes down to her chest. “No need.”
“A wig and padded bra?” she asked.
Taryn nodded, finding that her choices being questioned made her uncomfortable. It was as if her genuine self was being scrutinized, and she was falling short. She didn’t want Cassie thinking she was fake. “I provide what the audience wants. That has nothing to do with right now.”
Cassie narrowed her eyes and frowned, looking a little baffled. “I know.” She ran her fingers across Taryn’s cheek and rested one of her long nails on Taryn’s bottom lip. “I’m sorry you can’t be you out there.”
Taryn clenched her jaw and glanced away, unable to bear the personal probing. Invariably, she kept her wig and tank top on with her after-show hook-ups; Cassie’s comment made her realize she hadn’t had a genuine interaction with a woman since joining Andi and the team. What did that say about her?
Cassie dragged her nail across Taryn’s lip, and the direct pull to her core set her on fire and pulled her away from unwanted, meandering thoughts. Cassie was the most interesting woman Taryn had met in an awfully long time, and she wanted to be present for every second of it… And genuinelyherfor every moment too.
“Taryn,” Cassie whispered. She reached down and expertly unfastened Taryn’s belt with one hand. “I want to be inside you.”
Taryn faltered for a millisecond. That was new.
“Is that okay?” Cassie stilled her hand and waited.
Taryn nodded and got to her feet. Cassie’s head was crotch height, and Taryn was overcome with a wicked thought about how incredibly sexy Cassie would look from this angle with her lips wrapped around Taryn’s silicone shaft. She was more than mildly disappointed that she’d left it in her trailer.
Cassie looked up and arched her eyebrow as she began to open Taryn’s trousers. “Something particularly naughty on your mind?”
So Cassie had mind-reading abilities too. Taryn looked down on Cassie’s upturned face, unable and unwilling to part with the mental image that had formed. “I’m not sure I should say it out loud.”
Cassie drew down Taryn’s zipper and pushed her trousers over her hips. Taryn lifted her feet, shuffled out of them, and kicked them away.
“I want to hear it,” Cassie said.
She pushed Taryn’s shorts down slowly, her nails creating paths of hot need along the length of Taryn’s legs. She blew her warm breath toward Taryn’s core, and the mere whisper of air made her throb harder. “I was thinking about how beautiful you’d look sucking me off.”
Cassie gave a wicked grin. “You don’t mean sucking this, do you?” she asked and flicked her finger over Taryn’s clit.
Taryn jumped and moaned at her touch then shook her head.
“Say what you mean,” Cassie whispered against the hair covering Taryn’s sex, before she pressed her lips closer and kissed her clit lightly.
Taryn swallowed hard, trying to concentrate enough to form a sentence, words, something more than silence and longing. Anything.
“Say it,” Cassie said, more firmly. She placed her hands on Taryn’s hips. “I’m not doing anything else until you tell meexactlywhat you mean.”
“I was thinking that I wished I’d packed my dildo. I want to see your mouth wrapped around me, sucking me off.” Taryn was simultaneously glad she’d managed to get it out and terrified that it might end the night. Not everyone was into toys or that kind of play.
