Graceless - Page 36

“I mean… we kissed and stuff.” She stared hard at the skyline. “And you know, he liked it if I… used my mouth.”

“Right.” Lane nodded. “And did he return the favor?”

“No,” Cassidy said shortly.

“Well, no wonder you had a crap time,” they said. “Sounds like he was terrible in bed.”

Cassidy stared at them. She seemed a little lost for words.

“How…” she started and then stopped. “What would you do differently?”

Lane stared at her, startled.

“What would I do, if I was having sex with you?” They confirmed the parameters of the conversation. Cassidy went bright pink in the moonlight and nodded. Lane tried to remember how to breathe. They were pretty sure Cassidy was just knowledge-seeking here. Wasn’t she?

“Well,” they said slowly, “I guess for starters I wouldn’t so much as touch you there-” they glanced over at Cassidy’s lap, “until you were so turned on you were begging me to.” They heard Cassidy’s breath catch and their stomach tied itself in knots. Recklessly, they couldn’t help elaborating, just a little. “I wouldn’t touch you there until you wanted it so badly you felt like you’d die if I didn’t.”

For a moment there was just silence and Lane couldn’t bring themself to pull their eyes away from the safe, distant view.

“How would you make me feel that way?” Cassie’s voice was whisper soft in the still of the night. Lane took another breath.

“I mean, there are so many other places I could touch you that would make you feel good.” They tried to channel a basic sexologist. “I’d take my time, use my hands and mouth on all of them.” Desire unspooled through their body at the thought. God, how they’d use their hands and mouth on her.

“You really think you could make me beg?” Cassidy’s voice was low and incredulous, and Lane started to think the whole conversation had been a weird, elaborate tease.

“Yeah,” they said with cool confidence. “I know I could.”

For another few seconds, there was silence. Then Cassidy spoke.

“Lane.” Her voice was a ragged whisper. “Please…”

Well, that was easy, Lane almost quipped, but when their eyes met Cassidy’s and saw the blue of her irises blown dark with deep need, Lane was leaning in and kissing her before they even knew they would. And what the fuck? How did sharp, prickly Cassidy have a mouth like that? So soft and warm and pliant that Lane was slipping in to taste her without even pausing to think about what they were doing.

They pulled back, worried they were overstepping drastically, but Cassidy just took a soft breath and tilted her face up close with shining parted lips, until Lane was kissing her again. Their tongues were exploring each other, heated and deliberate, and Lane distantly thought that even if Cassidy had only had bad sex, she was still a damn good kisser. And then they remembered the rest of the conversation.

Gently, so Cassidy knew it was an offer and not a demand, Lane began to kiss their way up her throat. As their tongue softly stroked against her warm skin, Cassidy took in a shaky breath. They kissed their way slowly and thoroughly up to just beneath her ear, then softly sucked her earlobe, teasing the pretty shell of her ear with incredibly soft breath and a hint of tongue. Cassidy shivered, a moan escaping her throat, and Lane couldn’t help tugging her up and into their lap to kiss her more deeply.

It was another escalation in heat and dizzily Lane pulled back to check in. Cassidy’s legs were curled around their hips, the pretty dress pushed up her pale thighs and Lane’s mouth went dry at the sight. Forcing themself to stay still, they held tight to her waist and watched her as her breath came out in little gasps.

“Please don’t stop,” Cassidy whispered, darting a brief heated look into their eyes, and Lane’s hands moved like they had a mind of their own.

“Can I?” They remembered to ask, their voice soft, fingers resting on the buttons down the front of her dress and Cassidy nodded quickly. Lane focused on keeping their fingers steady as they pulled one button undone and then another and another. Then it was Lane’s turn to take a sharp breath.

They’d been planning on maybe teasing Cassidy through her bra, imagining scraping their fingers over a hard nipple under lace. Instead, as they tugged the dress open, all they found was Cassidy.

“You’re…not wearing a bra,” they said, their words made blunt and stupid because of how all the blood in their brain had just rushed ferociously south. Cassidy glanced down at her body.

“I don’t like them,” she said simply. “I don’t wear them unless I absolutely have to.” Lane had a brief moment of pained realization at the coming daily torment in their life, now they had this information.

They couldn’t stop staring. Cassidy – in their lap, with her dress tugged astray, the moonlight on her perfectly bare breasts – was literally the sexiest thing Lane had ever seen in their life, and that was despite having been intentionally modest about the amount of women they’d gotten to see naked.

“Oh fuck.” Their breath escaped helplessly. “Cassie,” they whispered, “they’re so pretty.”

Cassidy lowered her lashes. She arched her back slightly in Lane’s lap and Lane was momentarily concerned they were about to disgrace themself, just from the view alone. A hungry sound escaped them and they stroked their fingers over the shape of her, letting their fingertips trace lightly over rigid pink nipples. Cassidy gasped raggedly as Lane leaned in to kiss their way over her breasts. She arched harder, pressing for more contact, and Lane began to lick and nip at her for real. They tugged a hard nipple between their lips and scraped their teeth over it, then began to suck.

Cassidy’s hips started to writhe as she moaned softly at the sensation. God, the sounds she made, Lane was almost in pain hearing her. She began to push herself against Lane’s lap, hungry for friction. They were rapidly reaching the point of no return. Lane was longing to slip their fingers under her dress and up those pretty thighs, imagining how hot and wet she’d be, judging from the flush of her throat and the taste of her kiss. With agonized, supreme effort, they just barely managed to remember who they were and exactly what the hell they were doing.

Lane pulled back slowly and dropped a quick kiss on her upturned lips. Then, desperately aiming for business-like, they pulled together the front of her dress and methodically began to do up the buttons.