When All Else Fails (8 page)

“We’re going home,” Andrea said.

She nodded in a daze and twirled in Andrea’s embrace. “We’re going home, Marley.”

Marley smirked. “That would be best. Don’t need to give everyone a show, not that I minded watching or would.”

Her face flamed, and she waved as Andrea drew her through the crowd, where she caught sight of Amy smiling and shaking her head.

They drove to Andrea’s apartment in silence, the car filled with tension, and she could barely breathe at the maddening caress of fingertips up and down her thigh. Never in her life had she found jealousy attractive, but the way Andrea had kissed her, held her, commanded they go home made her pussy clench painfully.

Pulling to a stop in the garage, she shifted found herself pinned by Andrea’s dark, heated stare. “I don’t like being jealous, Eva, but it’s become a habit when it comes to you. The thought of someone else touching you, the way Marley….”

The growl in her voice sent a shiver down Eva’s spine, left her pussy wet and aching. She craved Andrea’s touch, and it didn’t matter if it was fingertips or lips. She just needed the woman staring at her with white-hot desire, no one else.

“She doesn’t make me feel the way you do.”

“The moment you grinned when her hand neared, you knew it would be my undoing, didn’t you?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Eva, that won’t do. You can’t tease me and get away with it. Get upstairs.”

Dangerous—that was the only way to describe the emotion in dark-chocolate eyes. Her stomach knotted with nerves and arousal. The pulsing and tingling between her legs increased in intensity. Part of her thought she’d goaded her lover too far, but it didn’t change the frantic tempo her heart beat in her chest.

It seemed to take forever to make the journey from the garage to the apartment. Her lover’s gaze on her was as tangible as a caress. She stepped off the elevator, dying for a touch, and stopped in front of the door, the tall woman pressing in close behind her. Keys jingled, but soft lips nipping and sucking at her throat forced all thought away. One strong arm rested like a brace across the curve of her stomach, and Andrea used her lean body to force her over the threshold.

She shivered and lifted her arms to wrap around the back of Andrea’s neck, tilting her head to allow the woman’s lips and teeth greater access. Lids drifted shut with the pleasure yet flew open when the warmth and touch of her woman disappeared. Twisting on her toes, her heart almost stopped at the sight of Andrea leaning back against the door, her weight causing the lock to click.

“Undress, Eva.” The tone made it clear this wasn’t a request.

She worked the buttons on her shirt loose, swallowing hard. She shook hard, darting a wary glimpse at Andrea, but the woman only nodded. She bent to lift the legs of her jeans and unzipped her knee-high boots. Her mind blanked, her heart kicking up a frantic pace.

“Andrea?” She chewed her lip nervously, shifting her feet while she released the front catch of her bra, the last of her cover.

“I want you to go to the couch and lean over it. You’re going to wait there until I come back. Say you understand.”

“Yes, I understand.” She complied with the woman’s command, marched to the black leather sofa, and bent forward. The cool leather against her warm skin made her shiver. Exposed, her ass in the air, a cool breeze blew across her overheated, wet pussy. The ring of boots on the metal winding metal staircase went up. It seemed an eternity until they descended.

“You’re so sexy. Full, perfect, just the way a woman is supposed to be. But I’m going to teach you it’s not nice to tease. Arms behind your back.”

She swallowed and tried to take deep breaths, but her head swam with lack of oxygen. Games had never been part of her boring, vanilla-sex life. She’d secretly wanted wilder, hotter, but her ex—no, he wasn’t a factor. No one else but her and her sexy lover existed here. Bracing her stomach on the couch, she brought her arms back and laced her fingers at the small of her back.

Smooth, cool fabric looped around her wrists; the ends of the tie or scarf teased over her skin, and then Andrea tied it. Tight enough to restrain, but not enough to restrict blood flow. Palms stroked over one ass cheek and the other. She pushed her hips into the gentle caress but instead received a stinging slap. The pleasure/pain sent chill bumps over her entire body. Gentle, soothing caresses eased the pain for a moment but another slap to one cheek followed…then to the other.

When it repeated, she cried out and whimpered. She spread her legs farther apart, her ass burned from her lover’s spanking. Andrea leaned over her, and she moaned at the slight pain when the front of her lover’s jeans grazed the raw, abused skin, but her nipples hardened further. She writhed, tugging at the fabric binding her wrists. “Andrea, please.”

“You’re so beautiful. What do you want, baby?”

“You.”

“No, tell me what you want.”

She’d never heard that particular tone from her friend and lover before tonight. Commanding and in complete control. “Touch me.”

“Where? Tell me what you want. Don’t be shy with me.” The growly rasp of Andrea’s voice made her clench, and wetness flowed down her thighs, tickling her skin. She shifted, squeezing her legs together, trying to relieve the ache.

“Touch my pussy, lips, tongue, fingers…I don’t care. I need to come.” Her eyes burned with tears of need. She’d never wanted or needed something or someone so much.

Andrea’s mouth opened on her nape, the sharp edge of teeth stroked down the shallow valley of her spine. Her woman nipped at the small of her back and then she let out a shaky sigh. Warm breath fanned her swollen pussy. She yelped at sharp bites to her ass that sent ecstasy burning through her veins.

“Easy, baby. I’ll give you what you want, but first….” Fabric rustled, followed by the sound of leather through a brass buckle and then the hiss of a zipper.

She peered over her shoulder. Andrea knelt behind her, her lean form bare. Leaning in, her lover licked her pussy. She lost her mind. Warm, wet lips wrapped around her clit—no tease, no buildup, just a full-on assault.

Her hips slammed backward, her body bowing as she lifted onto her toes. The pleasure was too much; she let out high keening cries. Andrea licked and sucked, popping on and off her painfully sensitive clit. Long, slender fingers kneaded her cheeks, thumbs circling her clasping opening, thrusting and spreading her apart.

“Andrea…fuck, too much. Oh God! I’m gonna…. No!” She wavered on the cusp of going over. But, then, her lover stopped, the loss of contact a shock to her system.

Her shaking hips jerked, forcing her to regain the contact of mere seconds before. Her nails dug into her palms.

“Not so quick, baby,” Andrea crooned. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

In some part of her barely functioning brain, she sensed Andrea rise to her feet. Her flat tummy pressed to her ass.

“Yes!” Those strong, awe-inspiring fingers stroked along her slit, dipping inside. She wanted faster, harder, she wanted to come, but Andrea kept up the gentle, frustrating rhythm. She rolled her hips, rubbed against the hand teasing her. The tightening low in her belly built in a slow, agonizing pace toward release.

The fingers not working her clit with feather-light touches moved to untie the strip of cloth binding her arms. The pressure around her wrists eased. She straightened, and Andrea’s arms circled her. Strong hands cupped her breasts and tugged at hard nipples, twisting and plucking, and she rubbed against Andrea. Turning her head with her eyes closed, she blindly searched for her lover’s lips. A desperate kiss followed, a frenzied tangle of tongues with no subtlety. She couldn’t get close enough.

The kiss broke and Eva opened her eyes. Andrea crouched down and picked something up. Her stomach muscles tightened, a tingle grew when Andrea slipped a leather harness between her thighs and secured leather straps through buckles resting on her hips.

She reached out to touch Andrea. She needed to stroke every inch of skin she could reach. She leaned in, sucking at hard, tiny nipples, grazing them with her teeth. Eva dragged her own aching nipples across her woman’s flat stomach.

Overcome with lust, but still nervous, she pulled back far enough to study Andrea. The small smile the taller woman bestowed on her eased her nerves a little, and Andrea led her to the other side of the couch. Dragged down onto her lover’s lap, Eva straddled slender thighs.

Andrea wrapped her fingers around the base of the seven-inch strap-on. A steely arm snaked around her and tugged her forward. “Ride it.”

Her gaze locked on Andrea’s, she canted her hips. The fullness took her by surprise. It’d been a long time since she’d had anyone and anything inside her. She eased down with a shuddered breath. Without closing her eyes, she brought her mouth down on Andrea’s, kissing her slow and easy and lowering herself until her clit met cool leather. She raised her hands, wrapped her fingers over the back of the couch using her thighs to lift and thrust, rolling and grinding. Her breath shuddered out when she took the dildo completely.

Andrea moaned, even whimpered, as Eva rubbed their bodies together. “Fuck, baby, that rubs the clit just right” Andrea hissed through clenched teeth. Her lover grasped her nape, holding tight, and slipped her fingers between them. “Ride it fast and hard. The harder you grind, the more it rubs my clit.”

Eva memorized the passion on the flushed face—lips parted, panting—and did what she’d been asked. Riding the woman hard and fast, she bounced, circled her hips in wide, slow arcs, making Andrea shudder. She reveled in the fullness, the lightning-fast strokes of fingertips over her clit, and the sudden heat of Andrea’s mouth wrapped around her nipple.

She threw her head back, her long hair teasing the indent at the small of her back. Her thighs trembled. Andrea whispered naughty things between sharp bites to her nipples. The end barreled toward her, the evidence in the contraction of her muscles and her once fluid movements turning jerky. Wrapping her arms around her woman, she held her tight to her breasts and slammed down, impaling herself one last time.

A sharp cry, a heavy release of fluid between her thighs, and her pussy gripped the toy tight. Grinding upward, Andrea shuddered, shouting her name and holding her so tight, she could barely catch her breath. Andrea’s hand dipped beneath the base of the strap-on, rubbing her own clit until her pleasure eased. Andrea buried her face between Eva’s breasts. Together, they collapsed back on the couch, Eva’s pussy pulsing steadily, both their bodies drenched in sweat and lungs fighting for air, their hearts beating erratically.

Words rushed forward, but froze on the tip of her tongue. She couldn’t say it. She wanted to, but she couldn’t. She swallowed the lump in her throat and relaxed fully against Andrea, savoring the stroke of slender fingers and the gentle brush of soft lips.

Shit
. Andrea dragged herself from bed, dropped a kiss to Eva’s lower back, and chuckled to herself as she slid on the pajama bottoms she’d grabbed off the dresser. One weekend with Eva had turned her loft into a disaster area—clothes thrown everywhere, hanging from lampshades, and even a bra on the ceiling fan. How it’d gotten there, she had no clue. By Saturday night, they had stopped getting dressed. She could definitely get used to a naked Eva lounging around her place.

First, she had to make her girl happy and wake her up with coffee, so she headed downstairs. Her woman’s pleasant personality didn’t exist in the morning without a pot of caffeine in her. It took a few minutes to get the pot brewed.

A knock sounded at the door, and she sighed.
Fuck
. She grabbed the T-shirt draped over one of the kitchen chairs, pulled it over her head, and opened the door without checking the peephole—and instantly regretted it. Natalia stood on the porch, one slim hip cocked to the side and a come-and-get-it grin on her lips. The fashionable black trench coat encased her skinny frame, and Andrea had an idea as to what was—or more like
wasn’t
—under the coat.

“Natalia, what are you doing here?” She decided to take the conversation to the hallway so they didn’t wake Eva, but her ex-girlfriend brushed past her. Rolling her eyes skyward, she counted to ten and back slowly. She didn’t need this bullshit, especially not with Eva upstairs.

“I came straight from the airport and wanted to give my sexy woman a proper hello.” The coat slipped off Natalia’s thin shoulders, exposing her nudity. At one time, the slender frame might have enticed her for a quick tumble but the woman she loved slept peacefully in her bed. Eva and her perfect curves, the woman she could see spending her life with and having a family.

“Put the coat back on and head your ass home. I made myself very clear the last time we spoke.”

“I gave you time to realize your mistake, Andrea.” Natalia’s voice grew louder, and she gritted her teeth. “You should agree that frumpy little thing is completely inappropriate!”

“Keep your damn voice down,” she ordered.

“Oh, is it here?”

Whatever she had found attractive about this woman must have been a lie, a façade. This was the real Natalia. She reached to pull the coat back together, but before she could get her hands on the fabric, the woman pressed herself to Andrea. Rubbing and clinging, Natalia’s soft lips on hers no longer elicited the desire they once did. Jerking her mouth from her ex’s, she grabbed Natalia’s upper arms and tried to push her away.

“I knew you wanted me. You slummed. Now, it’s just the two of us. Go get rid of your chunky fling, I’ll let you bend me over the couch like you like, let you do all those kinky things that get you off.”

“Natalia!” The admonishment was cut off by another unwanted kiss and a long, slender leg curled around her. The woman humped her like a bitch in heat. “Stop! I won’t have you acting like this with—”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eva said from the foot of the stairs. “I’m about to get out of your way.”

Andrea jerked her head so quickly, Natalia’s mouth landed on her throat. Her devastated lover refused to meet her gaze.
Shit, not good
. “Wait! Damn it, Natalia, back the fuck off.” Trying to peel the woman off seemed to take forever and, by the time she ran out of the apartment, the elevator doors were already sliding shut. “Damn it!” Andrea pounded her fist against the doors when they closed in her face and took off running toward the stairs, out of breath before she got four flights down. She dashed through the doors and hit the down button on the elevator.