I’ve never done anything like this before.
I feelpossessed.
She spins me round, and we’re kissing again. A hungry devouring where I can barely taste where I end and she begins. It makes me want to eat her right now, but before I can even attempt to undo that ridiculous outfit she’s wearing, she hops me up on the sink.
Between my legs, she presses her body against mine, and I groan into her cleavage.
‘Do you like the taste of yourself?’ she says in betweenkisses. ‘What am I saying, clearly you do, you little egomaniac.’
Before I can say anything else, those panties are fully torn free and she buries herself between my legs. She licks, nips, hums into me, sucks at my clit. I have to steel myself against the worktop as I come, my hair tipping into the sink as I throw my head back.
She laughs and the sound vibrates through me, setting off another wave of body shakes.
Fuck fireworks, this is an earthquake.
I want to slide my hands inside her, touch the soft velvet of her folds and make her come half as much as she’s made me. I want to prove to her how much she wants me. How stupid she was for rejecting me. For throwing away the opportunity to be with me.
‘Can’t you see, Dolly?’ I gasp. ‘You’re addicted to me.’
I drag her up to kiss me. If I was with a man, I’d be embarrassed by how much I enjoy the taste of myself on his lips. But Dolly is just as degenerate as me.
She pushes one of my legs between hers, and grinds her pussy against my thigh. Seeing her use my body like that might be the hottest thing ever.
Dolly pauses her grinding to tear apart the fishnets, and with some undoing of her bodysuit, there’s enough space to slide my fingers into her. She’s so wet, it’s unreal. All that for me?
On some level, maybe every level, I want her.
Maybe Dolly was right when she said we had to keep away from each other, but the sensible parts of our brains switched off long ago, sometime between kissing and now.
And if this burns everything out of us so we can have a truce then good.
When she comes, moaning into my hair, it’s transcendent.
There’s a rattle at the door and we spring apart, our eyeswide with terror. Her pupils, dilated drug-wide only a second ago, change in an instant, the fury washed away.
‘Who is it?’ Dolly calls, as I scramble to pick up the remnants of the knickers from the floor.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, there’s no way to repair these.
‘It’s just me, babes,’ calls Bridget from the other side. ‘I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t murdered each other.’
‘No, we’re fine,’ I say, opening the door but keeping my lower half tucked away out of sight because she will absolutely be able to see everything. ‘Dolly couldn’t get out of her bodysuit and we ended up ripping it. I’m just trying to help her fix it.’
Bridget’s eyes dash between us, and God, is it obvious that we’ve been fucking? My hair is a mess, the ends damp, and Dolly’s is all rucked up in strange shapes. Our cheeks are flushed, and lips bitten.
‘It’s been a bit of a struggle,’ I laugh.
‘Are you sure? Did you two manage to talk about everything?’ I notice the soft slur of alcohol on her words and I hope to God that means that she won’t be thinking too deeply about the scene she’s stumbled into.
‘We hashed it out,’ I insist. ‘It’s fine, we’re fine.’
‘Okay!’ Bridget smiles sunnily and I feel guilty for lying to her like this. ‘You two can… finish up your discussion.’
When she leaves, I expect Dolly to say something to me about what just happened. Anything.
But she just steps out the bathroom, spins round and says, ‘Thanks for the chat. I think we needed that.’
‘Right,’ I say flatly, picking up my ruined knickers from the floor. I can get them on and it will cover my modesty until I can get a new pair from the bedroom. I’m not sure how Dolly is going to explain the massive tear in her fishnets right around her crotch.
