“Oh—fu—mmm.” Wren twitched under her movements as Lily swirled her tongue, noticing the way Wren’s hips jolted or how she moaned when Lily made a specific flicking movement over the little mound Lily had guessed was her clit. Lily used that information to guide her, and as Wren’s moans grew deeper and more desperate, that fire inside her burned hotter and hotter.
“I love you,” Lily whispered, dragging her tongue between her folds to circle her clit in drawn-out wet strokes, savoring the taste of Wren in her mouth.
Wren bunched Lily’s hair in her fist, tugging slightly with each flick of her tongue.
“Lily,” she whined, legs twitching, hips rolling up to chase her mouth. Lily dug her fingertips into Wren’s hips, holding her in place, the muscles in her biceps flexing with the effort of restraining her while continuing to work her tongue repeatedly over her clit until Wren was gasping for breath.
“I—Lily—I—yes—” Wren moaned, body tightening around her, thighs fighting the urge to press together. “Fuck, Lily.”
Wren’s voice, Lily registered, was unusually high-pitched as her legs shook and—oh. Wren’s hand pushed at her shoulder, urging her to stop. And Lily did, immediately, panicked for a moment that she had done something to make Wren uncomfortable, only to realize it was quite the opposite.
“Did you just, you know, have an orgasm?” Lily asked curiously. God, she wished she sounded cooler, but unfortunately, this was what she had to work with.
Wren nodded feverishly, breath still shaky. “I think so? I mean, I’ve never feltthatbefore, when, you know, like when I touch myself.”
Lily felt the heat in her cheeks rise at the mental image of Wren touching herself, and she added that to the growing wishlist of naked activities she very much wanted to try with her.
“Come here.” Wren grinned, tugging gently at Lily’s arm, pulling her up to straddle her hips again. “That was…”
“Really cool, right?” Lily added, her impulsive excitement taking control of her words before she could think.
Wren beamed a dopey, satisfied smile, her hands tracing lines up and down Lily’s sides. “The coolest,” she confirmed. “But now I want to show you how cool that felt.”
Wren’s eyes dropped to Lily’s chest as she cupped Lily’s breast with one hand, the other snaking around her body, steadying her. Wren squeezed her, gently pulling at her nipple, groaning as it hardened between her fingers.
Fuck.Yeah. Such an incredible feeling, Lily thought, getting lost in Wren’s touch, leaning back slightly to grant Wren more access. She took it, quickly pulling a nipple into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue.
Lily could feel how wet she was, fully aware of how turned on going down on Wren had made her. She doubted she was going to last very long because even the slightest movement of Wren’s tongue on her nipple was driving her crazy.
And then Wren slipped a hand between their bodies, pressing directly against Lily.
“Wren—” She inhaled, rolling her hips forward, pushing against Wren’s fingers over her underwear. Each pass of her hips moved her closer and closer as she rolled them over and over, arms snaking around Wren’s neck, pulling her as close as possible.
“God, you feel so good like this,” Wren whispered. Lily slammed her eyes shut. Hearing Wren’s voice when she was this close—it was almost too much. “Your underwear was already wet when I touched you,” she breathed, a strong arm wrapped around Lily’s waist, holding her in place as she slipped a hand into Lily’s underwear, sighing when her fingers met Lily’s wetness.
Lily let out a whimper, the pure pleasure of it all almost too much as Wren moved her fingers in slow, purposeful circles. Again, and again, and again, Lily desperately chasing her touch, moaning in her ear.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she chanted in Wren’s ear, her fingertips digging into Wren’s shoulder as Wren pulled her over the edge in a wave of heat. One that ripped through her in an erratic movement of hips jerking and nails digging into Wren’s shoulders, all of it felt so, so good, and—woah.
Lily couldn’t recall if she had been loud or silent, or anything in between, because all her mind had locked onto was chasing that heat until it had completely consumed her. Her body slumped forward, skin a little sticky with sweat as she leaned her forehead against Wren’s, their breathing slowing together.
“That was sofuckingcool,” Wren breathed as she stroked her back, causing Lily to laugh.
“Yeah, it really was,” she whispered.
EIGHT
BETH
OCTOBER
Beth slid her thumb over the cool plastic of the switch controlling the neon OPEN sign hanging inside the front window of the Grumpy Goat, turning it off as she closed down the shop for the day. She busied herself with the closing duties, running through the list of items needing her attention. She had already taken care of the most immediate items, like cleaning the espresso machine. All she had left to do was sweep and wipe down tables.
The bell over the door chimed—shoot. She thought she had locked the door.
“Sorry, we’re closed,” she said automatically, looking up only to find Sean and Pat smiling at her. “Oh, hey, guys.” She reached for a clean rag and the spray bottle, intending to continue with her task.
“Nope,” Sean said, reaching for the cleaner. “Strict orders from the boss. All work stops now.” He playfully grabbed her by the shoulders and steered her towards the door that Pat was holding open, Beth’s jacket already in his hand.
