Guilty as Sin - chapter 17 (Patreon)

The spicy scene winning the poll result really worked for this chapter, didn't it?

To echo both Sutton and Charlotte's thoughts: finally...

-------Guilty as Sin--------

Chapter Seventeen

Being with Charlotte should have felt… weird.

At the very least, Sutton had believed it would feel somewhat awkward or unnatural. Like she, specifically – not Charlotte – would be that way.

Because, historically, when she first slept with someone… well, she wasn’t necessarily at her best.

She got in her own head, she wasn’t sure if she was touching her partner the right way, she wondered what they were thinking about her. Even when she’d been with a woman. Maybe even especially then, because the mechanics involved were so much more intense. She needed to be able to perform.

But nothing about this felt weird or unnatural or awkward.

Even when she’d made the heart-pounding split-second decision to strip out of her clothing while Charlotte went to get her a towel. She’d felt momentarily uncomfortable –

Charlotte was Charlotte. So sexy without even trying, and Sutton had never seen a hint of Charlotte feeling insecure about herself. And why in the world would she?

Then, seeing Charlotte’s response to her…

That had chased away her nerves, any doubts she’d had about herself. At the very least, any insecurities she might have had about her body.

Objectively, she knew she fit a societal standard; she wasn’t an idiot. But that didn’t necessarily always register when it came to her internal thoughts, her emotions.

It was the look in Charlotte’s eyes. The way they’d widened, the way they’d burned, something Sutton had thought, before, was only reserved for fiction. But she’d seen it.

And now, right in this moment, she was feeling it.

Sutton hadn’t known what it would be like to be the object of Charlotte Thompson’s focused desire. She’d fantasized about it, many times.

But it was so much better in reality.

Sutton’s breath left her in a gasp as Charlotte walked her backwards, until her back hit the wall. The chill of the wood did absolutely nothing to stem the tide of heat inside of her. At this point, Sutton wasn’t sure there was anything that could.

Not when Charlotte’s mouth was on hers – finally, finally she knew what it was to have these lips on her body. To know Charlotte’s taste, to feel this softness.

A long, low moan fell from her mouth and right into Charlotte’s, as she dug her fingers tightly into Charlotte’s shoulders to find purchase.

She’d – she’d thought Charlotte would be a good kisser. She’d had to believe it, because Charlotte was good at just about everything.

And she’d never been more thrilled to have been proven right.

Charlotte’s kiss was intense and feverish, needy. But never sloppy.

She sucked at Sutton’s bottom lip, nipping her teeth in just a little, enough to steal all of the breath from her lungs. And when Sutton gripped tighter at Charlotte, her hips jerking and pushing hard into Charlotte’s, she released her lip.

Only to dive back in, sliding her tongue along Sutton’s.

She was being kissed by Charlotte as though Charlotte wanted to devour her. Like she wasn’t going to overlook a single centimeter of any part of Sutton, including her mouth.

This was what it was to not only want, but to be wanted.

She’d thought she’d understood it before, she’d started having sex years ago. She’d felt desire. She’d been desired.

But it hadn’t been like this. She’d never been consumed by it before.

Roughly, she raked her nails down Charlotte’s back. Suddenly and irrationally, she was livid that Charlotte was still wearing a shirt. That she was wearing anything.

When she reached the hem, she gripped it tightly and started to pull it up, her movements jerky. But she couldn’t even bring herself to care.

Not when Charlotte was kissing her breathless, releasing these little rough, groaning, needy sounds right into Sutton’s mouth.

The hand that Charlotte had been stroking along her side, everywhere she could touch in a way that made Sutton shudder, paused where it was on Sutton’s thigh. Then gripped tightly, as Charlotte pulled back from their kiss.

“Take it off,” she breathed out, unsure if she was asking for telling. Did it matter?

Maybe, in her past, she would have wondered if she was coming off as too desperate. But she couldn’t be concerned about that right now, could she? She was desperate, and Charlotte fucking knew it.

She’d followed Charlotte out to the Catskills to strip down in her living room; it didn’t get more transparent than that.

Charlotte didn’t seem to be bothered by it, though. In fact, it seemed to be the opposite.

Charlotte was always in control. She was almost always composed.

And right now, her lips were damp and red and swollen from Sutton’s kiss. Her pupils were blown, her cheeks were flushed. All because of how much she wanted Sutton.

If that wasn’t the most powerful aphrodisiac in the entire world, Sutton didn’t know what was. She could feel it pulsing through her, and she was already wet.

Like so fucking wet, clenching so hard on absolutely nothing, her clit was already pulsing. And the way Charlotte looked at her only made her want more.

“Do you want me to strip for you, darling?” Charlotte’s voice was low and slightly hoarse, and made Sutton’s breath tremble out of her throat.

Dear god, yes. The images struck her so vividly, she was relieved she was still standing against the wall, because the very idea of Charlotte stripping for her right here and now made her knees weak.

“Yes,” the word fell from her like a prayer. “I want it. I want you.”

She’d already told Charlotte as much, but this was different. This was in the very moment. This was happening when they were going to be having sex. They’d better be, anyway.

Sutton wasn’t sure she’d survive otherwise.

“Upstairs,” Charlotte murmured, her own breath coming faster, heavier.

She flexed the hand she had gripping Sutton’s thigh, and she shuddered at the touch. At feeling Charlotte touch her somewhere she’d never felt Charlotte before.

And Sutton nodded quickly, readily.

She barely had a moment to experience the disappointment of Charlotte releasing her hold on her thigh, because Charlotte instead slid her hands to her hips. With a strength she wasn’t surprised by, but she’d never felt before, Charlotte used her hold to spin Sutton and have her face the direction of the stairs.

Which were right next to them; she hadn’t exactly registered where they’d been while they’d been kissing.

Charlotte still didn’t release her.

Instead, she gave a little push, encouraging Sutton to start walking up the steps, which she did.

Charlotte continued to grip her hips, though, and she felt branded by the touch. By every single finger Charlotte had pressed against her, by the way her thumbs stroked up and down where they landed on her lower back.

God, if even this touch from Charlotte had her this wet, she couldn’t even fathom what would come next. Genuinely, could not fathom it.

She almost tripped over her feet when she realized that with the way they were walking – and feeling that Charlotte was a couple of steps behind her – that her ass was essentially right in front of Charlotte’s face.

Almost at the top of the stairs, she couldn’t help herself, and turned to look over her shoulder to confirm.

Charlotte snapped her eyes up to Sutton’s, but had clearly been focused on her butt before.

A slow, coy smile slid over Charlotte’s face, something Sutton had never seen on her. Not like this. She’d maybe seen glimpses when they’d talked about Charlotte’s past, or about women.

But this lascivious look? This was for Sutton.

Charlotte’s hands squeezed her hips. “You quite possibly have the best ass I’ve ever seen in my life, Sutton Spencer. Just as I’ve suspected.”

Sutton’s grip on the railing tightened, and she clenched her thighs together. Which Charlotte could obviously see, because she was right there.

“How long have you suspected?” She managed to ask, rasping out the words.

Surprised filtered through her, eyes widening with it, as Charlotte exerted a little more power, pushing Sutton to go up the final two steps to the second floor landing.

And in milliseconds, Charlotte was on her.

Her full body pressed against Sutton’s back, her ass nestled in the cradle of Charlotte’s hips, the press of Charlottes still-clothed breasts against her bare back.

A full-body shiver worked through her. And then again when Charlotte, whose mouth was level with where Sutton’s neck and shoulder connected, leaned in to place a hot, open-mouthed kiss against the sensitive skin there.

She didn’t pull back as she said, “I’m not blind, darling. I’ve thought you’re one of the most attractive people since the day you walked into my office.”

Sutton’s eyelids fluttered closed as she tipped her head back, giving herself over to leaning more solidly against Charlotte. Feeling the way Charlotte took advantage of her hands now having the freedom to roam over her body.

She slid one hand over Sutton’s stomach, under her bellybutton, to skim along the top of her underwear. Her pinky finger dipped in, tantalizingly, teasingly.

She shuddered, her mouth falling open with a moan, and rolled her ass back against Charlotte.

“You – you did?”

It shouldn’t be so thrilling, Sutton knew that. It shouldn’t feel like a revelation to her, she knew that, too. Though she hadn’t known it at the time, Charlotte was a lesbian. And she knew Charlotte was attracted to her, so… it made logical sense that it would have started back then.

“Mhmm,” Charlotte sighed in confirmation.

Her lips were busy, sliding down in a trail of heat to her shoulder and back, as she slowly walked forward, bringing them into the room right in front of them. Sutton didn’t really even look; she went where Charlotte directed them.

It was easy, because she felt like Charlotte’s hands were casting a silent spell on her.

One of them stroking over every inch of Sutton’s exposed skin while the other came up to cup her breast.

Her bare breast, tugging Sutton’s tight, aching nipple between her fingers.

She arched against Charlotte, the hazy cloud of desire fogging over her mind. Still, she had just enough presence of thought to blink down at herself.

She was no longer wearing a bra. She’d been wearing a bra, the last time she’d registered anything.

“I… where – my bra?” She asked, uncaring that it was gone but absolutely confused.

“Mm,” Charlotte hummed against the side of Sutton’s neck, where she was laving her tongue over a spot so sensitive, Sutton’s toes curled at the sensation. “It’s at the top of the stairs.”

Charlotte’s movements paused – one of her hands toying with Sutton’s nipples like she’d touched her a million times before, the other almost… possessively over stomach, her fingertips dipped into her underwear again.

“Is that all right?” Charlotte asked, quietly, the concern etched into her voice and mixing with the obvious need in her tone.

Appreciation swept through her at it, at the way Charlotte completely stilled. Like if it wasn’t okay, then she would care. She would respect it. Like they could still walk this back at any moment.

Sutton hadn’t always felt that way during sex.

Right now, though, stopping or walking anything back was the last thing she wanted. Truly, the last thing.

She was so worked up already, she’d honestly need to fuck herself right there on the large, pristinely made bed a foot in front of them. Whether Charlotte wanted to participate or not.

“It’s more than all right,” she managed, her hands shaking slightly from desire as she reached up and cupped one over Charlotte’s on her breast, urging her to keep going.

Keep going, because Sutton… Sutton was so close to coming already, and she hadn’t even really been touched yet. Charlotte wasn’t even naked, yet. It should be embarrassing, maybe, but she couldn’t care about that, either.

Because the heart of the matter was that she’d wanted Charlotte for months, and it was finally happening. So what if her clit was already aching, so what if she’d already soaked through her underwear?

Who wouldn’t feel that way in her position?

Her brain snagged on that one thing, though.

Charlotte wasn’t naked, yet.

And that wasn’t aligned with what Sutton had been waiting for, yearning for, dreaming about.

She needed to see Charlotte, to feel her. She needed to see the spill of Charlotte’s breasts and the perfect curve of her waist, bare, after having spent so damn long merely picturing in her mind.

So even though it was honestly painful to step away from Charlotte, putting inches of space between them, she did. And she turned around to stare at her, her hands falling to her hips.

“You said,” she started, but trailed off, because her attention was stolen by the fact that she could see Charlotte’s tight nipples even under her shirt. She swallowed heavily, her eyes landing back on Charlotte’s. “That when we came upstairs I’d see you strip?”

God, a part of her couldn’t even believe this was happening.

That she’d just said that to Charlotte.

It was surreal. It all felt so surreal, but she knew it was real, because her fantasies never felt so intense. This was better than any dream.

Her stomach, already knotted with heat and arousal, clenched even more at the way Charlotte slowly raised her eyebrows, at the slow quirk of her lips.

“I did say that,” Charlotte acknowledged, her hands moving to the bottom of her shirt.

Sutton’s eyes were glued to every motion. She’d subconsciously started holding her breath, and was aware of every rapid beat of her heart in her chest.

Charlotte slowly, smoothly lifted her shirt up, revealing all of that soft, smooth, unblemished skin. And she clearly hadn’t been wearing a bra, either, because her breasts were then bared to Sutton as well.

“Oh my god,” she breathed out.

Charlotte’s nipples were so taut, and her tits were actually even fuller than what Sutton had envisioned. She was – she was perfect. Like a statue carved from marble, and Sutton itched to touch her, to touch her everywhere.

Charlotte didn’t have any reservations about her body, not the way Sutton did, and that was very clear in the confident look on her face. Like she knew that she looked like a fucking dream.

That confidence somehow made her even fucking hotter. Sutton hadn’t known that was possible.

And then Charlotte tucked her thumbs into the waist of the leggings she’d been wearing, and slowly pulled those down – as well as her underwear – too.

Sutton knew that she was going slowly for her benefit, because Charlotte glanced up at her as she moved. Locking eyes with her with that mischievous little smirk on her face.

She could see how wet Charlotte was on her underwear as she stepped out of her clothing on the floor, and jesus. Sutton wouldn’t come from seeing Charlotte strip down to nothing in front of her. She wouldn’t.

But she felt like she was already on the fucking edge already.

Charlotte, completely and gloriously naked, stepped toward her.

“You’ve been with women, right?” Charlotte asked. More like growled, really, and the sound of it sent a shudder down Sutton’s spine. “I know we sort-of discussed your love life, so forgive me for not remembering clearly in this moment. Have you?”

Sutton swallowed tightly, nodding, even as she pressed her thighs so tightly together. Just, just needing to feel any pressure against her clit.

“I – yes. I have. Yes.” Embarrassment crept in, finally finding a window, tangling through her, and she felt the heat of it sting her cheeks. There was a reason Charlotte was so good at all of this, was so certain of herself. And it directly correlated to the reason Sutton… wasn’t. “I mean. Not a lot. At all. Not nearly as many as you–”

Charlotte kissed her, demanding and hungry, wiping the rest of Sutton’s words from her memory.

She reached up, both of her hands landing on Charlotte’s soft, warm skin, and she reveled in the feeling.

But Charlotte broke their kiss all too soon, her own hands landing solidly on Sutton’s hips. “I’m not asking you for a body count, darling.”

“You’re not?” Confusion twisted through her – both at why Charlotte would ask the question and why she’d broken their kiss, why she was holding Sutton like this instead of allowing Sutton to touch every inch of her.

“No. I couldn’t care less how many people you’ve been with,” Charlotte’s voice was laced with desire, low and demanding in a way Sutton had never imagined. “The only thing I want to know is how prepared you are for what I’m going to do to you.”

With that, Charlotte used her hold to walk Sutton back, her knees hitting the bed. She fell backwards, landing breathlessly on her back, before she pushed up to her elbows.

With the way her heart was racing, the way her legs were already quaking, and how she could genuinely feel her clit pulse every time she took in a damn breath – Sutton felt like she was being genetically re-written. Like she might never feel “normal” again.

How could someone possibly feel normal when Charlotte Thompson said something like that to them?

“Frankly, Charlotte, I…” her voice was so hoarse, she had to pause, swallowing, trying to get a hold of herself. “I’m not sure that I could be ready for this even if I’d slept with a million women.”

She scooted back slightly on the bed, so that she was laid out entirely over the mattress, as Charlotte got up on her knees, bracketing Sutton’s legs.

She looked every inch like she was a conqueror, settled over Sutton like this.

And that was how Sutton felt.

Especially when Charlotte reached down and tucked her fingertips in the sides of her underwear, starting to tug them down. Sutton thoughtlessly lifted her hips, anticipation working through her so powerfully, she’d never – never – felt it before.

“Good,” Charlotte breathed out, tossing Sutton’s utterly ruined underwear over her shoulder.

She wasted no time in covering Sutton’s body with her own, easing down on top of her.

Sutton’s heart skipped a beat before taking off at a gallop in her chest, her head arching back, hard, into the mattress – all at the sensation of Charlotte.

Charlotte’s breasts pressed against her, just under her own. Charlotte’s thigh pushing between Sutton’s, granted Sutton’s legs had fallen open of their own accord. A silent invitation. No, a silent plea to be touched.

She brought one hand up, collecting Charlotte’s long, luxuriously soft hair so she could sweep it back, away from Charlotte’s face. Her beautiful face, hovering only inches from Sutton’s.

Hardly able to think coherently, already rocking her hips into Charlotte’s, she brought her other hand up. Stroking all the way up Charlotte’s back, basking in the sensation under her palm. The sensation of Charlotte.

Charlotte’s eyes, darker than they typically were, fluttered closed. As if she, too, needed a moment to revel in the feeling.

Only for a second, though.

Because then she opened her eyes, and there wasn’t a soft, slow reverence. Instead, that intensity, that hunger, was back, and Sutton was ready to be swallowed whole.

Without missing a beat, Charlotte lowered her head, lowering her mouth to Sutton’s nipple. Those perfect, full lips wrapped around her, sucking in a way that had a sound tearing from the back of Sutton’s throat.

It was the only way to describe it, because that sound was – it was wild. Something she’d never heard from herself, something that had come from deep inside of her. This primal part of her that had never wanted like this.

She gripped Charlotte’s hair tighter in her fist, scratching her nails against her scalp, desperate.

Desperate for more. Desperate for everything.

She didn’t even realize she’d been panting those words aloud until Charlotte lifted her head. A keening whine escaped her, missing the sensation of Charlotte’s skillful tongue on her nipple, and she stared at her, dazed. Wondering why she was stopping.

“You want more, darling?” Charlotte asked, breathing heavily. Like she, too, could barely keep up with what was transpiring between them. “You want… everything?”

She dragged the word over her lips, a teasing, sinful promise.

“I – ye – yesss,” Sutton hissed out, dropping her head back at the sensation of Charlotte’s fingers sliding between them, pressing against her pussy. “Yes. Yes. Yessss.”

Was that all she could say, now? It might be, because she felt like this… this touch-deprived, needy, unrecognizable person right now. Like she was barely Sutton Spencer, anymore, and was just a raw, livewire of dripping arousal.

For Charlotte.

Charlotte’s fingertips rubbed over her clit, and oh – oh – oh – every touch sent sparks rocking through her body. Her heels dug into the mattress, trying to press herself more firmly into her fingers. Willing to do anything to have Charlotte keep touching her.

“More,” she breathed, urgently, forcing herself to blink her eyes open. First looking up at the ceiling, before down her body at Charlotte.

Who had started her descent, pressing her lips in a smattering of kisses and little shudder-inducing bites down her stomach, her hips. Before she settled easily between Sutton’s thighs.

It was almost like having an out of body experience, she thought, dimly.

Her hand was in Charlotte’s hair, still holding so, so tightly.

Charlotte was looking up at her from between her thighs, her mouth only inches from Sutton’s pussy.

It was – it was surreal.

But it also wasn’t.

Because she was present. She felt everything. Gloriously, torturously everything.

She felt the way Charlotte smoothed the hand that wasn’t teasing her down over her thigh, then underneath, up to cup her ass. She felt every hot exhale against her clit.

“Char… Charlotte,” she managed to pant out, trembling with need.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this,” Charlotte murmured, before dipping her head, and –

“God!” The word broke on her lips in a scream when Charlotte flicked her tongue over her clit. “I – I…”

She… what? She had no more thoughts that made any sense. Nothing was in her mind, other than need.

Charlotte stroked the tip of her tongue slowly over the tip of her clit, and looked back up at her, slowly licking her lips.

“Do you understand? How much I’ve thought about this? It’s been over a year since I’ve had sex, Sutton. And the only person who has taken up residency in my mind is you.”

She slipped two of her fingers inside of Sutton, then. Slowly, even though Sutton was so fucking wet, she could have been knuckle-deep with three fingers without any concern for Sutton’s comfort.

But Charlotte wasn’t going slowly to make her comfortable, she realized, groaning, as she rocked her hips down into Charlotte’s touch. She was going slowly so that Sutton felt every single movement she made.

Until her fingers were seated all the way inside of Sutton, and she curled them, and Sutton thought – she might – she was going to lose her fucking mind.

“I – I’m not…” She broke off on a whimper, then a long, guttural moan when Charlotte started fucking her.

Continuing those slow, deep, deliberate movements, and Sutton’s thigh was already trembling where it was over Charlotte’s shoulder with the effort it was taking her not to come yet.

“I’m already s-so close,” she managed, needing to tell Charlotte before it happened.

“I know. I can feel you,” Charlotte breathed against her.

But she didn’t stop fucking Sutton.

And then she wrapped her lips around her clit, doing something with her tongue that –

J-jesus, Sutton had never felt before. Stars were already bursting behind her eyelids, her body already jerking roughly, even before she orgasmed.

It – it was a sensation she’d never felt before, like the orgasm had started before she even realized it started, and by the time she realized it, she was already headlong into coming.

She clenched so hard around Charlotte’s fingers, loving how Charlotte didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop fucking her. She didn’t slow, didn’t waiver.

Just continued working Sutton over with that way her tongue was curling around Sutton’s clit, pulling her through the most intense, longest orgasm of her life. An orgasm that made her ears ring with white noise, that made her only aware of the pleasure singing through her body.

And when it faded – slowly, ebbing away, letting her ride out the final waves of pleasure much like it had started in those same waves – she blinked her eyes open and stared up at the ceiling.

Trying to catch her breath, she came back to herself.

Charlotte, apparently a sexual mind-reader, gently slid her fingers out, and Sutton released a long, humming sigh.

Sutton realized only then that her hand was still tangled in Charlotte’s hair. Though it was currently lax, she had a suspicion it hadn’t been when she’d been coming, and she apologetically stroked her fingers against Charlotte’s scalp, soothingly.

“I–” God, she had to pause and clear her throat, unaware of when, exactly, it had become so dry. “Sorry. If I pulled your hair too hard or–”

She broke off with a breathless yelp, laughing with it, when Charlotte surprised her and quickly, smoothly, pushed herself up. Covering Sutton’s body with her own once more, pressing her mouth to Sutton’s with a different kind of need than before.

Yes, before, she’d been needy. But this was different. This was –

Charlotte was releasing quiet, sharp little sounds, like she couldn’t control them, as she slid her tongue against Sutton’s.

And she echoed those sounds right back, because she was tasting herself on Charlotte’s lips. That realization alone was enough to make her feel lightheaded all over again.

She gasped, breaking their kiss, when Charlotte slid her thigh solidly against Sutton’s pussy again. Jerking against Charlotte, she swore, unable to stop herself from rocking down into her.

“Again,” Charlotte said, demandingly, her lips rubbing against Sutton’s jaw as she spoke. “I need – mm – I need more of you.”

Fuck, if that wasn’t enough to make anyone go absolutely crazy…

And Sutton almost gave into it. Almost gave into the insistent way Charlotte was rocking down against her. Because, she was realizing in this moment, she could come again. With Charlotte, right now, she could come again very quickly.

But – no.

That wasn’t what she wanted. Not now, after Charlotte had already made her come hard enough her mind had turned to mush.

The fact that Charlotte seemed so needy for her – genuinely needy in a way that seemed so incongruous with the person Sutton had come to know. Charlotte didn’t ever express a need for anything. Even if she’d never said so, Sutton had put together how much Charlotte detested being perceived as weak, and that a need could be seen as a sign of weakness.

But she was needy for Sutton.

And while that made her ache – clenching on the emptiness between her legs in spite of the orgasm she’d just felt – that wasn’t the true effect Charlotte’s need had on her.

Sutton brought her hands down, capturing both of Charlotte’s in her grasp, as she hooked her leg around Charlotte’s and rolled them over.

The view from here was, somehow, possibly, even better than her previous one.

Charlotte’s pupils were blown, her cheeks were flushed, and her long hair was spread over the sheets below them.

“You can make me come again later,” she asserted, flexing her hands around Charlotte’s. “This is my turn.”

She both heard and saw Charlotte’s sharp inhale, the way her eyebrows rose slightly. Like she hadn’t anticipated Sutton – in any way – taking over.

Sutton hadn’t, necessarily, either. Not until she’d realized that if Charlotte seemed to have it her way, Sutton had no idea when it would be time for her to touch Charlotte.

And… she loved that.

It sent a thrill through her, that look on Charlotte’s face. It made this rush of confidence sweep through her, igniting her.

Without it, there was a chance she might feel slightly self-conscious right now. The way she was astride Charlotte, completely bare. The way she’d asserted herself, but – if she didn’t follow-through, what then?

It would be very easy to get into her own head.

But like this, with Charlotte staring up at her like that, she felt so fucking sure. Was this what it felt like to be Charlotte?

She pressed her hand firmly into Charlotte’s stomach, pushing her down against the mattress. Looking at the expanse of perfectly soft skin her touch took up. Watching as she bent her fingers, scratching her nails slightly into Charlotte, and then watching how Charlotte shuddered from her touch.

This… this was all for her. For Sutton.

How many other people could say that? Charlotte might have been with hundreds of women, but she’d said it herself – and Charlotte wasn’t a liar – she’d never wanted someone the way she wanted her.

She slid her hand down, and they both watched Charlotte’s shivers follow her touch, until Sutton slid her hand between her thighs.

This time, she had to bite her own lip to stop herself from moaning and getting too lost in the moment.

But Charlotte… she was so wet. So wet, Sutton had barely touched her, and her fingers were already covered.

“Fuck me,” Charlotte’s command was hoarse. Or was it a plea? “Sutton, darling, god, tou – oh!”

She cut herself off, arching sharply up in a way that had her breasts bouncing, when Sutton slid two fingers inside of her. Unlike Charlotte, she didn’t move slowly, teasingly.

She wanted to feel Charlotte completely, and she wanted it now.

Bracing herself with her other hand next to Charlotte’s head, she leaned over her. Needing to feel Charlotte’s body against hers, fully, while she was inside of her. Especially now. Especially this first time.

Feeling Charlotte’s nails digging into her back, harder every time Sutton thrust inside of her, she groaned right against the shell of Charlotte’s ear.

“Do… do you think you’re the only one of us who’s felt that way? Who’s wanted so much and had to push it away?” She breathed out, deliberately fucking Charlotte faster as she spoke.

“I – I – fuck,” Charlotte swore, rather than answer.

And that, actually, was far more satisfying to Sutton than any response could be.

She pressed her lips to Charlotte’s neck, greedy to have her mouth on any part of Charlotte. Because Charlotte had gotten to have her way with Sutton, had driven her right to the edge before they’d even really gotten started. But she hadn’t been able to, yet.

Working her way down Charlotte’s neck, then her chest, until she could wrap her lips around one of Charlotte’s nipples, she continued to thrust inside of her. Long, deep strokes, and every time she pressed all of the way inside, Charlotte released a throaty sound that was driving Sutton absolutely insane.

Feeling Charlotte starting to clench around her fingers, she felt crazed with it. With the need to make Charlotte Thompson come undone for her.

With the need to be the person Charlotte wanted. To be the person Charlotte fantasized about. To be the person Charlotte was having sex with after over a year of celibacy.

Charlotte could have any woman, as far as Sutton was concerned. But it was Sutton in her bed.

“Touch your clit,” she ordered, not even sure where that tone was coming from. But she didn’t care.

Charlotte’s eyes snapped open, her mouth was parted, and she stared at Sutton like she’d never seen her before.

“Charlotte, touch your clit, now, and come for me. I – I need it,” Sutton laid it out for her, because she did. She needed to feel Charlotte come for her more than she’d needed to come, herself.

Without needing to be asked or told again, Charlotte darted her hand between her legs and rubbed circles around her clit.

And it only took a few seconds for her to come, while Sutton kept her fingers buried deep, feeling Charlotte’s walls clench around her.

When Charlotte dropped her hand down to the mattress, Sutton slowly pulled her fingers out, and only then did she feel a drop in her adrenaline.

She exhaled, feeling shaky despite not being the one who’d just had an orgasm, and laid down next to Charlotte, so they were shoulder to shoulder.

Regaining her breath, she felt the aroused fog start to dissipate the slightest bit, with reality starting to seep back in at the edges.

She was naked and in bed with Charlotte. With whom she’d just had sex.

Even though they’d had sex, even though Charlotte’s mouth had been on her clit, even though  she’d just felt Charlotte come around her fingers, she momentarily felt dumbstruck. This was real. This was happening.

… however long it had been – she couldn’t claim to have any sense of time right now – when they were downstairs, she’d quit.

Which, yes, she still stood by that decision. It had been the motivating factor in her driving up here. She’d gone to bed last night, twisted up in knots after their conversation at the event. And she’d spent the morning going through the motions – taking a shower, going for a run, thinking about Charlotte.

Only to come to the startling realization that she really couldn’t do this. She couldn’t live like this, couldn’t make this normal. It wasn’t normal to feel this way about her boss. It wasn’t normal to have those kinds of conversations. It wasn’t normal to spend any time away from them wishing to be near, again.

The only way to make everything stop, no matter what the outcome, would be to… not have Charlotte be her boss.

She’d left Regan a note for when she returned from work, grabbed her keys, and fetched the car from where she kept it parked in a long-term garage.

But she certainly hadn’t had any semblance of a real plan. If she had, she wouldn’t have decided to leave while still dressed in her shorts and t-shirt, without any planning for the weather.

So, she had absolutely no idea about what came next.

She –

At first, she thought it was her vision betraying her. She’d just had the most intense experience of her life, so maybe the flickering lights were a part of that.

But then the lights completely went out.

The sun hadn’t set yet, but the skies were a dark, angry gray outside. So even though the room they were in had a wall of windows, there was very little light filtering through.

She turned her head to look at Charlotte.

Who had her arm slung over her eyes, clearly not having noticed the lights.

Gently, she nudged their shoulders together. “Should… we be concerned about that?”

Charlotte lifted her arm away, taking in the darkened room.

For several long seconds, she said nothing.

Her voice was quiet when she finally mused, “Eventually, maybe. There will be plenty to worry about later.”

Sutton didn’t have the time to think too much about it, as Charlotte rolled over, pressing her down into the mattress, her hair falling around them like a curtain. Making her field of vision even darker, and entirely concentrated on Charlotte. And, frankly, Sutton had no complaints about that.

Charlotte’s gaze was fixed onto hers, searching and intent. “For now, let’s just think about this.”

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