Graceless - Page 66

“Lane,” she murmured. “Show me how to make you feel good.” Her eyes were both vulnerable and hungry and Lane swallowed hard. “Please,” she murmured, “right now.” Lane felt hazy, drinking her in and she bit her lip deliberately, gazing at them from under her lashes. “Are you going to make me beg?” she said plaintively and Lane felt the throb she was very wilfully inducing.

Watching her face, they took her hand and helped her slip it inside their shorts, guiding her to where they desperately needed her. Cassidy gasped, her eyes going wide, her teeth sinking into her lip again.

“How do you like to be touched?” she whispered and Lane shivered.

“Just like, back and forth,” they managed, their voice a little shaky. “Kinda firm.”

Cassidy did what they’d asked, and Lane sucked in a sharp breath.

“Like that?” she murmured, and they nodded fast. The angle was slightly awkward with the waistband of their pants trapping her forearm, but she watched their face attentively, her fingers moving in a ceaseless rhythm, an eager student.

They watched her too, hungrily. She noticed and arched her back, adding an unnecessary thrust to her movements so her breasts bounced just a little with every forward motion. Lane moaned as they watched her spur them on with her body.

“God, Lane,” she whispered, “I like this so much.” Her expression was awed, her breath hitching with desire. “Can I take your shorts off?”

“Not yet,” they managed as her fingers drove them higher. “I like watching you struggle.”

Her breath escaped in a gasp, her eyes flashing with heat. She leaned in and bit their pec again, her tongue lavishing their nipple and Lane began to spasm. She felt it and pulled back again, rocking her hips up in little bursts as she moved her fingers, exaggerating her struggle and arching back for them as she tilted her body up toward them.

“Oh fuck, Cassie.” They could barely breathe and she watched through her lashes as Lane’s hips moved in hungry jerks as sensation overwhelmed them in ferocious hot waves and they came desperately hard against her hand. Cassidy kissed them as they gasped and when Lane opened their eyes, somehow they’d both slid to the ground, like no one’s legs could hold them up any longer against the onslaught of pleasure.

Cassidy started laughing from underneath them on the floor.

“We almost made it to bed.” She twisted her head slightly and when Lane followed her line of sight they saw the bed, less than a foot from their heads. They chuckled shakily and kissed her deeply before extricating themself.

They pulled themself up and helped her to her feet, before they scooped her up in their arms and carried her romantically, impressively, for precisely one step before dropping her onto the bed with a rough bounce. She squealed and grabbed for them, missing and they grinned down at her then pressed her soft body into the covers with their kiss.

When she stopped laughing, she sighed at the weight of their body on top of her, her hands running from their shoulders down to their hips and back again.

“You feel so good,” she whispered. Lane pulled back and aside, just enough to see her pretty face, stroking her hair back, disbelief flooding them that Cassidy actually was here, in their bed, right where they’d always secretly wanted her. “You know you’re the first person to ever make me come?” she murmured, her lashes low, her blue eyes dreamy. “I’m a little bit concerned I might get addicted to it.”

“Yeah,” said Lane, “I mean, I don’t know how I’d cope,” they told her, sliding their hand down over the delicious curve of her ass, “if you started wanting to get fucked all the time.” They pulled her harder against their body as her breath caught.

“As I remember it, you promised to make me come for hours,” Cassidy’s voice hitched, “and that was months ago.” Lane smiled at her attempt at an indignant tone. It was ruined by the little cry she let out as Lane bent their head and tugged her nipple gently between their lips, running their tongue around it, feeling it jump up hard in response.

“You know what I’ve been wanting for months?” they pulled back and asked. She shook her head, her breath a little short and Lane let their hand wander down her body to stroke just one finger along the tiny tease of hair. They looked her in the eye. “To taste you.”

Cassidy whimpered.

“I think about it all the time.” Lane’s finger stroked again. “Like, all the time. Basically every time I see you,” they confessed. “Ever since you told me you’ve never been kissed there…it’s always made me want to lick you for hours.” A ragged sound escaped her and Lane raised an eyebrow. “Is that a yes?” they teased and Cassidy tried hard to glare.

Lane didn’t move though, instead kissing her throat, toying mercilessly with her nipples and running light fingers over her ass until Cassidy looked like she was about to come out of her skin.

“Is this you wanting me to beg?” she gasped finally. “Because I’m there. Please.”

Lane smirked at her.

“This is all it takes for you to grow manners, huh?”

“Lane, I swear to god-”

Cassidy’s voice cut out entirely as Lane slipped down her body and pressed between her thighs. Deliberately, they moved in close and breathed her in, before taking one soft slow lick.

“Oh god.” Cassidy’s voice shook. Lane licked her again, lingeringly. “Ohhh,” she breathed, like a revelation as they swirled their tongue softly against her. They pulled back to see her lying back, face flushed, lips parted, arms flung above her head, her blue eyes slightly glazed.

“Try not to come too quickly?” Lane murmured. “You taste so good, I’m going to want to lick you all night.”

Cassidy whimpered and Lane slipped their tongue against her, soft and insistent. The request not to come was a psych out and they knew it; Cassidy’s thighs were already trembling. They also knew how often girls tensed up when you went down on them, worrying they were taking too long, worrying you weren’t loving every second of it. There was no way they were letting Cassidy feel any of that. Besides, it wasn’t a lie. Going down on Cassidy was their wettest of wet dreams.