“Yes, just this once. Once and never again. I promise.”
Paloma felt it ring hollow, since she had said the same to herself and to Deryn once before, but it was what Deryn said next that broke the dam.
“One last time. The last time. I promise.”
Paloma nodded, and when she pulled on the untied tie ends, Deryn let her.
Their mouths met, and it was a battlefield. Lips gliding over each other, Deryn sucked on Paloma’s, teasing, little bites, little licks, as her hands dove lower, lifting the dress inch by agonizing inch.
I am not going to survive this…
Paloma bit Deryn’s lip, drawing blood. Deryn laughed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing the blood, her shirt no longer pristine, red hot on white, and Paloma’s heart broke because she had seen this once before…
Lynnie…
Paloma dropped to her knees, chasing away the images, the pain. Her shaking hands undid the fly. In the silence of the room, music coming from beneath them, as crowds gathered to start the countdown, Paloma drew the zipper down and nuzzled against the silicone, warm from being next to Deryn’s skin. When she licked it up and down, Deryn moaned loudly, unabashed. Paloma looked up to see Deryn’s eyes go dark, consumed by want. By need.
“Yes…”
Paloma didn’t wait for more permission and took the head of the strap in her mouth. Deryn grabbed her hair and held her still as she moved her hips slowly, deliberately. Paloma thought she was going to die on the spot.
A moment, another, and then Deryn pulled her up and turned her around so fast that Paloma’s head spun.
“The dress is too gorgeous to ruin, so why don’t we just—” Paloma was pushed against the window, and suddenly her nipples were exposed to the cold of the glass. Deryn drew down the bodice of the dress, her fingers reaching around and pinching.
“I know how much you enjoy having attention paid to your beautiful breasts, darling, but we don’t have much time. Any second now, someone will look up and see you like this. Breasts out, bent over, a strap up your wet pussy.”
A hand traveled down her leg, and then Deryn’s fingers were in her folds, gliding up and down.
“Mmmm, you’re so wet. So wet for me, baby.” Deryn’s hand disappeared into her pocket, and Paloma knew exactly what was happening. “Still, as wet as you are, let’s not take any chances.”
A generous dollop of lube was slowly applied to the shaft. Paloma could hear the palm glide up and down, the sound wet, slippery…
Paloma barely had time to catch up to what was happening before it stopped. She whined, trying to turn around. Deryn’s hand on the back of her neck held her firmly in place. When did this happen?
“Hurry, hurry, Deryn…”
She didn’t know what she was saying. She had no idea what she wanted, just this, just right fucking now, now, now…
And then the fingers that were spreading her were replaced by…
“Deryn… Oh my god…”
Deryn drew the tip of the strap up and down Paloma’s drenched pussy.
“Deryn, what?” The voice in her ear was wicked, the hand on her neck still holding her in place, the strap at her core destroying her with need.
“Deryn, fuck me, please, please, please…”
“Since you ask so nicely.” Deryn slammed into her in one smooth thrust. Oh, she was so wet, the strap felt like heaven, gliding in and out, the slam of Deryn’s hips pure electricity, lighting fires under her skin with every stroke.
“Jesus, Paloma…” Deryn’s words were slightly slurred from her own arousal. “You’re taking me so well, such a good girl for me.”
Paloma went feral, her breath ragged, her moans loud, her hips pressing back with every thrust. Deryn let go of her and then slapped her exposed ass cheek, and Paloma wailed. Absolutely wailed at the pleasure of it, at the heat that was filling her, threatening to tear her apart.
“Yes, like that. Better pray the windows are soundproof, because any second now, they will look up and see you getting fucked…”
Just as Paloma was about to whisper that she didn’t care, Deryn did something she had never done before. She slapped Paloma’s ass one more time and then slid out of her, dipping her fingers into her pussy. Paloma wanted to turn around, to see, to ask… But then the strap returned, slamming into her once again, and Deryn set a rhythm that deprived Paloma of thought, of reason, of breath… until a wet finger caressed her other opening, and the room went suddenly, absolutely still. Even the thrust of the strap was no more. Deryn didn’t move, just her finger… Just her finger doing forbidden things… Things Paloma had never…
