The Night Off (13 page)

She’d never told anyone that story about her mother’s photograph. Not even Bridget, who’d been her best friend for eight years now. She had no idea what had possessed her to volunteer so much to a woman she barely knew. Maybe it was Emily’s kind eyes, or her beautiful body, or the way her hugs made Nat believe that life was suddenly full of new possibilities. Whatever the reason, Nat trusted her. She shouldn’t feel that way about a woman who she sensed could easily break her heart, but there it was.

Nat shut the bedroom door behind her, glad for the brief respite. She closed her eyes and exhaled, trying hard to calm down. She didn’t want to be away too long. The longer Emily was alone, the more likely that she would have second thoughts about staying for the rest of the day. Nat had seen flashes of uncertainty in Emily’s eyes throughout the morning; she was probably just looking for a reason to bolt.

Nat got it. Emily was scared. So was she, because everything about what was happening between them was scary—the instant connection, the unthinking trust that had sprung up like nothing at all. It was scary but also thrilling. Chemistry like this didn’t come along very often, if ever. At least not for her. She didn’t want to do anything to fuck it up.

That meant she needed a shot of confidence, and fast.

Nat crossed the room and opened her bottom dresser drawer. Though she didn’t often fuck for pleasure, she always had a strap-on harness and dildo ready and waiting. Wearing a cock made her feel powerful and in control, which was exactly what she needed right now. That Emily also enjoyed using toys was serendipitous and just one of many reasons Nat was falling for her already.

She unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down to her ankles, along with her boxer briefs. She quickly buckled the harness around her hips, then fitted the dildo through the O-ring. Her cock was hard enough for fucking, but with a bendable spine so she could use it to pack. Pleased by the familiar heft of the phallus between her legs, Nat paused a moment to fist its length, already anticipating how good it would feel to bury the thick shaft inside Emily’s snug pussy. Aware that Emily was hers for the taking—and waiting—she bent the dildo into place, then tugged her briefs up to conceal it. After a moment of consideration, she found a baggy pair of jeans in her dresser and pulled those on, too.

There. Nat checked her reflection in the mirror, pleased to see that the dildo wasn’t obvious beneath her clothing. She wanted the addition to be a surprise—one that Emily wouldn’t notice until she felt it pressed against her. Unfortunately, her cock was slightly larger than the one Emily had chosen for herself the night before, but with any luck, Emily would be eager to take it even if she was still a little sore from the first time.

Every bit of Nat’s unease vanished when she returned to the kitchen and saw Emily standing at the sink. She washed the last of their breakfast dishes with practiced, efficient hands, humming under her breath with an appealing lilt that made Nat feel warm all over. Immediately her gaze drifted to the tempting sight of Emily’s round, spankable ass—it was so supple, so delicious, so hot and tight inside. She had never been this attracted to someone before, and she’d never, ever wanted a woman so badly.

Nat crept across the kitchen and wrapped her arms around Emily’s waist from behind. She didn’t say anything, just pulled Emily away from the counter so her back was flush against Nat’s chest. Emily blindly reached for a towel and dried her hands before relaxing into her embrace. Then she turned her head, searching Nat’s eyes before brushing their lips together in a gentle kiss.

“Welcome back,” Emily whispered.

Desire surging, Nat turned Emily in her arms then lifted her up. She used one hand to support Emily’s ass, splaying the other over her shoulder blades to keep her close. Although she was half-tempted to deposit Emily on the counter and simply fuck her there, she wanted to make this last. Better to go somewhere more comfortable.

She carried Emily out of the kitchen, heading for her bedroom, but changed direction when she spotted the large leather couch in front of the television. It was closer, which meant getting inside Emily faster. Setting Emily on her feet in front of the couch, Nat wasted no time unbuttoning Emily’s jeans and shoving them down around her ankles.

Earlier, Emily had changed into clean clothes from an overnight bag she kept in her car, and this was Nat’s first glimpse of her spare panties. They were pink and covered in rainbows. But it was the cartoon unicorn emblazoned over the crotch that snapped Nat out of her lust-fueled haze, making her chuckle.

“Unicorn, huh?” Tickled by the idea that these panties might have been the inspiration for their safe word, Nat ran her finger along the elastic waistband. “So darling.”

“Right?” Emily caressed her shaved scalp, turning Nat’s laughter into a throaty groan. The woman was so soft, so gentle, so
adorable
. Once again, Nat yearned to get Emily dirty, to make her lose control. “If I’d realized how I’d be spending the day, I would’ve packed sexier underwear, believe me.”

“These are very sexy.” Nat cupped Emily’s mound, rubbing her hot flesh through the thin cotton. She kissed Emily’s earlobe, delighted by the way her breathing hitched. “
You
are very sexy.” With that, she sat on the couch and beckoned Emily forward. “Come sit on my lap.”

Flushing, Emily lowered herself onto the couch. Nat grabbed her hips, encouraging her to straddle the width of her thighs. She pulled Emily down onto her lap and kissed her, then moved her hand back to the crotch of Emily’s silly pink panties. She broke the kiss so she could hear Emily’s excited whimper as she drew a blunt fingernail along her cotton-covered slit.

“That’s my girl,” Nat murmured, increasing the pressure of her touch. “You love it when I play with your pussy, don’t you?”

Emily moved around in an obvious search for friction. Refusing to give in that easily, Nat tickled her labia through the cotton, then angled lower to graze her opening. Her fingers were damp now, Emily’s arousal no match for the thin barrier between them.

“Please don’t tease me.” Breathless, Emily lowered herself onto Nat’s hand. “I can’t wait. Not right now.”

Nat pulled her fingers away before Emily could find any satisfaction. Her withdrawal wasn’t meant to punish, but Emily cried out in disappointment anyway. Swiftly, she grabbed Emily’s hips and forced her down onto the hard bulge concealed in her jeans. Emily’s protest died with a sharp gasp of realization.

Nat held her in place. “You’d better believe I’m going to tease you—and you’re going to love every second of it. You’ll also appreciate it, because I need to prepare you to take
this
.” She punctuated her words with a thrust of her hips, driving the firm cock up into Emily’s sensitive folds. “It’s a little bigger than last night, darling, but I promise it’ll feel
so
good.”

Emily gripped her shoulders, rocking wildly. “Just fuck me, Nat.
Please
.”

Nat knew from Emily’s tone that she wasn’t in the mood to play games. But that didn’t mean that she was ready to take out her cock yet. She wanted to draw the moment out, to prepare Emily fully. “Lift up,” she said, squeezing Emily’s hips. “Let me touch you.”

Emily rose up on her knees, bringing her heaving chest level with Nat’s face. In the same motion, she yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it behind the couch. Then she unclasped her bra, peeling it away from her shoulders to reveal her bare breasts. Nat flattened her hand on Emily’s back to keep her steady and bent to suck an erect nipple into her mouth.

Her skin tasted
so good
—a mixture of this morning’s shower gel, light sweat, and the unique flavor of Emily Parker. Nat licked around her pebbled nipple, thrilling at the sensation of the skin tightening beneath her tongue. She snuck her hand back between Emily’s thighs and rubbed her sex through her soaked panties, delighted by the tiny grunt of pleasure that she coaxed out with her questing fingertips.

“Nat.” The way Emily whispered her name raised gooseflesh on Nat’s arms. “
More
.”

“Should I do something about these?” Nat tugged lightly on the crotch of the panties, then traced her fingertip along the elastic edge of one leg, very nearly slipping beneath. “Are they in the way?”

Emily nodded frantically. “Take them off.”

But Nat merely pushed the sodden material to the side. She tilted her head, watching her fingers play with the slick pink folds she’d revealed. “No, let’s leave them. They’re so fucking cute.” She lifted her face and made eye contact as she slipped a finger inside Emily, going deep. “You look so darling in them.”

Emily threw her arms around Nat’s shoulders and shuddered, grinding against her palm. “I don’t
feel
‘darling’ right now.” She rose onto her knees, then sank back onto Nat’s finger with a satisfied groan. “And I will fuck
myself
if that’s what it takes to get off.”

Laughter erupted from Nat’s chest. Her amusement seemed to spur Emily on, driving her to piston her hips even faster. Nat watched, enraptured by the fierce determination on Emily’s face as she chased her release. Jaw set, eyes blazing, she radiated an intensity Nat hadn’t seen from her before.

So this was in-control Emily.
Hot
.

Hot, but only one of them could be in charge. Nat withdrew her finger without warning, eliciting a mournful noise of protest that made her shiver with regret. She licked one of Emily’s nipples, then the other, to apologize for leaving her wanting. Then she grabbed two handfuls of Emily’s ass, slouched down on the couch, and tugged Emily’s hips forward so she could bury her face between her thighs.

“Oh.” Emily threatened to tumble backward, but Nat kept her upright in her iron grip. She dragged her tongue up Emily’s slit, through her panties, then hooked a finger in the elastic leg and tugged the cloth covering aside. She went back with enthusiasm, pushing her mouth and nose into Emily’s pussy, reveling in the wetness that coated her face. “Oh!” Emily cried out again, and placed one hand on top of Nat’s head, the other on her shoulder. “
Oh
.”

It wasn’t long before Nat saw the wisdom in following Emily’s suggestion. “Let’s lose the panties,” she growled, and without waiting for an answer, she yanked them down roughly, leaving them just above Emily’s knees. “Use your hands to spread your pussy open for me.”

Emily’s throat tensed. She never faltered as she obeyed, using her fingers to hold open her labia and expose her swollen clit and her slippery entrance to Nat’s hungry mouth. Keeping the contact light in the beginning, Nat traced Emily’s folds with her tongue, paying special attention to her opening. She poked her tongue inside briefly, enough to tantalize, then moved up to suck her clit like it was a tiny cock.

Rocking against her face, Emily released a feral growl that made Nat’s clit harden. Her movements became more erratic and aggressive as Nat pushed her closer to release, until she was literally fucking Nat’s mouth. When Emily brought one hand up to cradle the back of Nat’s head, rubbing her pussy all over Nat’s nose, cheeks, and mouth, Nat realized she was nowhere near in charge of this encounter. Not anymore.

But, incredibly, she didn’t care. Her tongue was buried inside Emily, and she’d unleashed the animalistic side of a woman who desperately needed to lose control. A woman she cared about. Having Emily use her for pleasure was no less exciting than using Emily. She felt safe, and aroused, and that’s all that really mattered.

When she felt certain Emily was right on the edge, Nat swirled a single finger through her wetness and teased at her entrance. Emily gasped, tightening her grip on her head. “
Fuck me
. Now.”

Nat dragged her finger away from Emily’s pussy, angling upward and pressing deeper until she touched the tight circle of Emily’s anus. A deep, vibrating moan rumbled in Emily’s chest as Nat gathered as much wetness as she could, then slowly pressed inside. The effect was immediate—Emily locked her legs, arched her back, and convulsed in Nat’s mouth with a sharp cry of pleasure.

Ravenous, Nat stayed on task as both Emily’s hands flew over her shoulders to brace against the couch. Nat moved her head from side to side, loving the noises Emily made as her climax came to a shivering conclusion. She withdrew her finger from Emily’s ass, then surged upward to meet her in a mutual kiss.

Emily sank onto Nat’s lap, looping her arms around her shoulders as their tongues met. Nat held her tight, turned on by the thought of Emily’s wetness soaking into her jeans. Even more arousing was the way Emily lapped at her tongue, lips, and cheeks, cleaning her juices off Nat’s face.

Nat broke their kiss. “Ready for my cock?”

Rather than answer, Emily fumbled with the button on Nat’s jeans. Nat didn’t move to help her, enjoying the visual of Emily’s slim, feminine hands so eager to get into her pants. She cupped Emily’s breasts in her palms, massaging them tenderly until Emily finally unzipped her. Excited to see Emily’s reaction to her toy, she raised her hips and allowed Emily to shove her jeans down past her knees. Her boxer briefs stayed on.

“You like making me work for it, don’t you?” Emily caressed the firm, silicone length through her shorts, tracing its outline.

“I do.” Nat grinned, then moaned when Emily wrapped her fingers around the dildo and gave it a firm stroke, pushing the base against her throbbing clit. “But who’s the tease now?”

Emily arched an eyebrow. She continued to jerk Nat off through her shorts, then kissed the side of her neck. “You weren’t lying. That
is
big.”

“I know.” Nat shivered at the touch of Emily’s tongue on her jawline. “Think you can handle it?”

She felt Emily smile. “Oh, yeah.”

“Then take it out.”

Emily gave her a coy look. “Is that what you want?”

Taking the hint, Nat said, “
Please
take it out.”

Emily reached into the front opening of her shorts and grasped the dildo. She stared at Nat as she withdrew the thick shaft, then slowly lowered her gaze. A thrill ran through Nat at the quickening of Emily’s breath.