“I don’t know what you want from me,” she said.

  “You need to admit that you love me.”

  “Yeah. No. Anyway, I’ve told you time and time again. I don’t date straight women.”

  “Really?” I said. She was being absolutely ridiculous. “You don’t date straight women?”

  “That's right. Straight women like you who flirt around with women like me because it's fun or exciting. Or maybe you’re even willing to fuck just to say you’ve done it, like lesbians are some kind of thing To-Do and mark off your ‘Fucked It’ list. No ma’am. I would not be the one to fulfill your pornographic fantasies.”

  “So you think that’s what I am?”

  “How are you not? You’ve never actively dated other women as far as I know.”

  “Why would I need to date other women to want to date you?”

  “Because then I’d know you were serious.”

  “That’s such bullshit and you know it.”

  She had been burned by my type, I guess, maybe one too many times. I wasn’t even bisexual and for that reason, I did not meet the minimum requirement to ‘ride this ride.’ It felt a little bi-phobic, but at that point, I wasn’t sure if that even applied to me.

  I leaned in, invading her space like I used to do. She could never really hide how nervous my hovering made her. “What is it about me that scares you so much?”

  “Baby girl. No one is scared of you,”she bristled. “You were just not for me. You were a tease. And you loved the attention you got when you flirted with me. But you were never serious.”

  “Even if I clearly liked you?”

  She shrugged, and though it was meant to be dismissive, it felt more like an admission to her own feelings.

  I casted my gaze across the room somewhere. Frustrated, unsure of where to go from there. “That’s so unfair.”

  “We’re not going to talk about fairness, not when you’ve been capitalizing on my name for the last three years.”

  “So we’re back here again.”

  “It will always come back here. What you did was unforgivable.”

  She moved to get up from her seat, but I couldn’t just let her leave, not until I got what I wanted from her. I grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes and without a second thought about the possible ramifications, planted my lips on hers. She didn’t even try to fight it when I coaxed her mouth open and invited myself in, lulled her with the hypnotic roll of my fevered tongue slowly grinding against hers, sucking her into submission. My heart slammed against my chest, though everything around us stood still. I couldn’t believe I had done it, and to my delight, she hadn’t stopped it. In fact, she was coasting along with me.

  I released her finally, our lips still hovering, her breath, hot and heavy from the act, speechless. I reached into my clutch and paid cash for our drinks. Locking my fingers with hers, I pulled her up from her seat and led her through the lobby towards the elevators. We waited patiently for the doors to open though the silence between us was loud. I could only imagine what was going through her mind, worried that anything I said could ruin the moment, so I kept quiet. She was still with me.

  The metal elevator doors slid open and I dragged her in, flinging her up against the metal wall. She wasn’t expecting it, any of it. I pushed the button to the 10th floor and closed in on her as the doors closed us in. She forced herself to meet my eyes head on and she had never seemed so vulnerable. If she only knew how hard my heart was beating, she’d know how much of a leap this was for me. But I was feeling bold and I wanted what I wanted.

  Stepping in closer, I slid my hand at her waist, spread my fingers across her back and closed the distance between us. I felt my desire reflected in her eyes, she wanted this as badly as I wanted it. Our lips were just a breath away, I could’ve kissed her again but I didn’t. I preferred to simply bask in the moment, take her in at this close distance while she disintegrated before my eyes. I didn’t think she’d be so easy, and I mean that in the best way. All I wanted was to please her, was beyond ready to show her just how lesbian I could be for her.

  My gut heated to all the possibilities the next few minutes held for us. This was our world and we were the only two things that mattered.

  I accosted her with kisses up the side of her neck and squeezed the back of her thigh. It was clear who was in charge here. If I decided to strip her down to her draws right then and then there, she’d probably let me.

  The elevator doors slid open, and neither of us moved for a few deafening heartbeats, though there were a few guests waiting to get on. They didn’t know what to do and it didn’t seem Dell either. She was in a daze of sorts.

  I led her by the hand to my room, almost half afraid she would change her mind. My chest burned from holding my breath, whispering a silent prayer to the god of second chances that I could see this thing between us all the way through.

  A couple left their room just as I pulled out my key card and I knew they were aware of our plans.

  I dragged her into the room and she strolled towards the middle of the suite studying the well designed space. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking, but I didn't want to lose the momentum that brought us there. I didn’t have much time left to begin with. I pulled at her wrist, but this time, she pulled away from me.

  “I don’t like being handled,” she said, suddenly trying to assert some control, as though she had finally snapped from her daze. I took no offense. I knew she’d come back to her usual self soon enough.

  I kicked off my heels as she removed her jacket she set on the small bench up front. I was on her like white on rice and I hoped my desperate energy didn’t scare her off. Her lips hovered just above mine and this time I waited for her to kiss me. The sensation of her hands snaking through my hair had my knees buckling. She tugged on a fistful just a little at first and then tighter until I was clearly at her mercy.

  God, yes to this dangerous energy.

  She reached down and kissed me, quickly building on the intensity with every smack and suckle, unleashing about five years of pent-up desire all over me, and I was here for it, gave it all back, biting her a little before she dove back on me. We tongue fucked as her hands shuffled up my skirt. I moaned to this act, the vibration teasing our tongue. I was getting high on the dopamine this exchange created.

  She latched on to my ass and groped it in a way that made me feel cheap. I liked it, but it unleashed the ‘bad Angel.’ Bad Angel is a mess. She likes trouble and if there isn’t any, she creates one because why not? And maybe Bad Angel wanted to get roughed up just a little.

  I reached up and slapped her, like a crazy person, not hard enough to daze her, but hard enough to sting, definitely hard to piss her off. I saw the jewel-brown of her eyes go dark, it scared me and made my pussy wet all at once.

  She smacked me back and grabbed me by the throat. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

  I laughed in her face, mostly out of nerves, and then braced for impact with my pulse racing. “I like it rough,” I taunted.

  She walked me back with her hand wringing my neck, squeezing. I tried to break free, but she latched on to my hair too. She had me good, halfway bent backwards, there was no getting loose from her.

  “Is this rough enough for you?” she seethed, teeth clenched, eyes glistening with rage. She wasn’t playing, and for a half second, I thought, maybe I might’ve fucked up as her grip tightened around my neck. Fortunately, I’m not afraid of being choked out. That kind of pressure did it for me.

  I reached for her blouse and latched on for balance, but she confused my intentions.

  “Don’t do it,” she warned, her eyes threatening me with the possibility of real violence.

  Then it’s exactly what I wanted to do. I pulled on it, ripping her top apart, buttons everywhere. Her chest was now exposed, and I ogled her breasts squeezed together in expensive lace. They were beautiful.

  She shook her head and it seemed she was contemplating on what to do next. She let me loose and I reached for breasts as if they were fruit for the taking.

  That was too easy. She smacked my hand away. Hard. It burned on impact, but I was good with that too.

  “I just wanna touch ‘em,” I said, in a tiny voice.

  She shook her head, declining my offer.

  “Please,” I whispered, begging for her to let me take things to that next level. “Can I kiss that one?” I asked, reaching for the left one.

  “I said no dammit. But you can kiss my ass.”

  “Okay,” I said, without a second thought. I was willing to do anything.

  She raised a skeptical brow. Maybe she didn’t believe I would be willing to actually do it. I didn’t care how desperate it made me look. This was probably what she needed to see from me, the willingness to do whatever it took to have her. I decided by the time we left that room, she was going to know that I was all in.

  With her eyes trained on me, she unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks and I watched them puddle like silk around her feet. She stepped out of them with her heels still on and set her hands at her waist. I watched the whole thing in quiet shock. Just to be standing in her naked presence felt like a forbidden fruit.

  “On your knees,” she commanded.

  I blinked hard and then too many times. I didn’t think she was going to take it there. I had no issues with kissing her ass, but was I willing to do it while kneeling on that floor?

  The answer was yes. Fuck yes. I was ready and absolutely willing.

  “On. Your. Knees,” she repeated.

  She didn’t have to ask me twice. After a few seconds of stalling, I bent one knee and folded the other down to the carpeted ground.

  A smile swept across her bright face and I could see she got an instant rise out of seeing me in this servile position. So desperate. So obedient.

  She turned, giving me a full view of her backside where her boy cut lace panty had partially nestled itself between the crack of her ass. She pulled it out and the elastic popped against the skin there.

  Fuck me that was sexy as all hell.

  She flipped her pointy tail and moved to the large wooden desk in front of her and doubled up on the insult, leaning on it, bending over and waiting.

  “Go ahead. Kiss my ass,” she repeated.

  I crawled over, a tigress on the prowl, taking my time, closing in on my prey. This was no insult. It was a gift. I crawled until I reached my destination. I placed my hands at her ankles and I could actually hear her take a breath. Or was that a shiver?

  Up her calves, up her thighs, over her hips and onto her ass. I stuck out my tongue and dragged it up across the full, plump surface of her high-yellow ass cheek and then puckered my lips giving it the biggest, wettest kiss I could plant on it. Even made the kissing sound so she’d know. I repeated the work on the other ass cheek and this time, she looked back in time to catch a glimpse of the action. The way she looked at me now was different, like now she wanted more. I had passed the test.

  She turned, leaning back against the desk for support. “Up on your feet.”

  I did so quickly and waited for my next command. She reached for the straps of her bra and brought them down, just below her breasts. They were completely free now, her nipples, brown and hard.

  Ugh. The way I stared at them, as if I had never seen a set of tits before. I have. But these titties were special. These big ole beautiful titties were Dell’s.

  I waited patiently, obedient, like a good girl for a formal invite.

  “Go ahead,” she said finally. I stepped up close and the moment was almost too intense. I wondered if she knew how big this was for me, how long I had wanted this. I worried about living up to expectations, if she had any for me.

  I didn’t go for the low-hanging fruit of her bare breasts right away. Cupping the back of her throat, I went for her lips again, and I kissed like I loved her, because I did.

  She shuffled away from me. Maybe I was far too tender. I kissed her with too much care. She didn’t want this to be anything more than a one off tryst. After all, she probably still didn’t trust me, but I was going to make her.

  I set my face at her neck, kissed down the center of her heaving chest and bounced my lips down the plump shape of her breasts until I found a pebbled nipple. I loved it, the hardness of it against my tongue, the way she fought the arch of her back from the feeling. You would’ve thought I’ve done this before, the way I licked it, caught it and released it, sucked on it just a little and repeated while giving love to the other one with my thumb. I made out with her tits so good she had to latch on to me to keep her bearings. I did it until she moaned out loud. Was that lesbian enough?

  She shuddered at the persistence of my work, her breath fluttered across my face. She was ready for more.

  I snaked a hand down between her thighs and she closed her eyes to the pressure and friction against her crotch. Her breath fanned my face as I tongued her tits and rubbed her cunt-soaked panties nice and slow. So slow. I watched her fade into the feeling, mouth half opened, chest rising and falling, quiet whimpers floating from her lips. I left her nipples wet and reaching to get a good look at the effects of my fingerwork below. She was completely at my mercy, when I finally find my way inside of her lace covered crotch. My fingers move easily against her sauced up snatch as we kiss, all tongue.

  More pressure.

  She started shuffling her mangled panties off. It fell to her ankles and down over her heels.

  “Sit up on the desk,” I directed. She hesitated. She didn’t like it when I told her what to do, but she did it, perching herself on top of the well built modern desk. I leaned in flanking my arms next to her thighs and gestured with my eyes to unbutton my blouse for me.

  She did so willingly. She did it with more care than I expected her to. This time, she didn’t shy away from eye contact. The moment felt magnetic, as though she was finally, truly on board with where this was going. We were both present, the whole thing intentional on both our parts.

  She flipped my top open revealing the red lace that covered my itty bitties. I’m a little self conscious about them but the way she was looking at me made me feel perfect. I unzipped my skirt and pulled it down my thong all at once.

  In one step, I was invading her space again, in between her thighs and I waited. I wanted her to want me as badly as I wanted her. I wanted her to do some work, to show me. She responded, reaching for my breasts, fondling them, and nibbling on them against the lace. I removed my bra so she could feel on them without the barrier. My body shivered to the sensation, skin prickled with delight, pussy bloomed like a sunflower at dawn.

  And then we were both feeling up on each other, our tongues alive, hands-on tits, brushing against clits. She entered me as I entered her and we stoked a fire between us, panting, perspiring in pleasure. It was so good. Iced tea on a hot summer's day-good. New sheets on the bed straight from the dryer-good, wet sand between your toes as the warm ocean washes over your feet-good.

  We made music, our moans harmonized, the rise of my desire for her climbing with every tandem stroke.

  “Can I taste you?” I whispered.

  She slid down from the desk, beyond ready and looked about the room, it seemed searching for the perfect spot. She set her sights on the high back chair set by the window. That’s where she stationed herself. She set her ass towards the edge, spread her legs open wide so I could see everything she was made of, one leg perched over the armchair, heels still on because that’s what the mood called for and she waited for me.

  It was time to put up or shut up, time to show her just how far I was willing to go.

  I set myself at her table and remarked, I’ve never seen pussy this close. It smiled at me and I smiled back.

  There was no time to waste, dinner was served, Dell on a platter, a full course meal.

  Working my way to the center of her with soft kisses up her thighs, she let out a dirty sound when my tongue made first contact with her clit. I licked on it, and kissed it and then sucked and slurped on her like my life depended on it. I was out to prove something and I hoped my desperation didn’t show. The way she hummed and sighed and whined as I dined had me thinking maybe my eating skills were satisfactory, maybe more than that by the way she squirmed beneath me and then scooped up my hair up off my face to watch the action.

  I was thorough, took my time, and I looked up from my position for some kind of approval.

  “Yeah. Right there,” she told me, with a pleading expression on her face so that’s where I stayed so I could build on that sweet necessary pressure.

  “More pressure. Suck on it. Yeah, that’s good,” she demanded. I watched her fade and resuscitate as I defiled and devoured her.

  She gripped both armrests as I pushed her thighs even further apart. I made unnecessary smacking noises, but judging by the stream of her moans, now loud and breathy, I knew it was doing it for her.

  Lowering her hand to my head, she pushed my face in it.

  “Don’t be shy now,” she teased. “ You wanted to eat this pussy.”

  And I showed her I want afraid of it.

  Ah fuck! she blurted.

  My heart beat as if it were all happening to me. Dell was cumming and the rise was happening fast. Her face was pressed up against the chair and the grip she had on my scalp told me just how close she was.

  “Don’t stop,” she said, barely getting the words out.

  And then my alarm was going off somewhere in the room. My time was up. I asked for an hour tops. The conference attendees would be either long gone or annoyed. For those that stayed and waited patiently, I’d have to show up for.

  I stopped all action, hoping she would understand if I explained.

  “What are you doing?” she asked. I could already tell she wasn’t about to hear anything I had to say.

  “I’ve gotta go,” I said, rising from my kneeled position.

  “Excuse me?”

  “That’s my alarm. I asked for an hour to take care of a personal matter. Now I’ve gotta get back, you know, sign some of my shitty books, take some pics, rub some elbows.”

  “If I was that personal matter, you didn’t take care of shit.”

 

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