Charlotte slid her hands down Sutton’s back, her touch light, though it made Sutton shiver nonetheless.
“How could I not?” Charlotte asked, gripping Sutton’s waist.
She spun them around easily, pivoting so Sutton’s back was against the wall. Sutton’s hips were already rocking, searching for friction that didn’t exist yet, and Charlotte tightened her grasp.
“You came so hard for me, letting me touch you in that fucking dress. And then, just as you stated,” Charlotte murmured, trailing her hands down to hitch up the skirt of Sutton’s dress, tantalizingly inching it up her thighs. “You discovered how much you liked being in control of me.”
She leaned in as she continued moving her fingers up Sutton’s inner thighs… up… up…
Sutton whined in the back of her throat, feeling the soft touch of Charlotte’s fingers like a brand against her skin.
Before Charlotte could touch her—reallytouch her—she paused. Right under the apex of Sutton’s thighs, sliding her fingers back and forth as a sharp, dark half-smile played on her lips. “Oh, darling. I can already feel how wet you are for me.”
“Charlotte,” Sutton groaned back, realizing that was exactly what Charlotte was doing, moving her fingertips through the wetness that had dripped onto her thighs while Sutton had made her come.
Still, Charlotte didn’t move, and Sutton balled her hands into tight fists, nails biting into her palms to maintain some semblance of self-control.Anysemblance, really.
“It was the first time I realized it, too, you know,” Charlotte said, her voice guttural and wondrous. “You were the only person I’d have ever allowed to control me like that. And I wasshockedby how much I liked it.”
Fuck, those works sent sparks through Sutton, landing right in her pussy. Making her clench so hard onnothing.
“Touch me, then,” she challenged, with as much control as she could muster while she felt so damn desperate. “Touch me now.”
Seemingly unhurried, Charlotte dragged her fingertips up, rubbing them tantalizingly over Sutton’s soaked, destroyed lacy thong. But she didn’t actuallytouchSutton; in fact, she made it a point not to.
“I remember how you looked that night, so clearly. And while it will always hold a very, very special place in my heart, your current attire allows me much more freedom.”
With that, Charlotte lowered herself to her knees in front of Sutton, sliding one of her hands behind Sutton’s thigh and guiding it over her shoulder.
Sutton wasn’t sure she could breathe as she stared down at the image of Charlotte on her knees in front of her—in a technically public place—her eyes wide and dark and wanting as she stared up at Sutton, desire so blatant in her expression.
“Since I’ll be down here, you’ll have to keep yourself quiet.”
With that instruction, Sutton felt Charlotte’s hand, the one that wasn’t scratching up and down her thigh, slide her useless thong to the side, seconds before Charlotte’s tongue was on her.
Immediately, Sutton slapped her hand over her mouth to silence the shout that tried to escape.
It was so good. Charlotte’s mouth was so good. Too fucking good, at everything.
She licked up and down Sutton’s slit, dipping her tongue inside of her, and Sutton stared blearily down at the top of her head. She realized then, that the hand over her mouth had been the one inside of Charlotte only minutes ago, her fingers still damp.
The taste of her only heightened Sutton’s arousal as she worked her hips against Charlotte’s busy mouth.
She reached down, desperately carding her hand through Charlotte’s hair when Charlotte worked her tongue over Sutton’s clit.
“There,” she pleaded mindlessly against her own hand. “There, don’t move.”
She tightened her grip against Charlotte as she felt Charlotte moan against her, then dropped her head back against the wall with a dull thud.
She couldn’t hold her head up anymore. She couldn’t do anything but clasp one hand to her mouth and one hand to Charlotte’s head and brace herself for the oncoming orgasm.
It hit her all too soon—though that was probably a good thing, she dimly thought. She let out muffled sobs into her palm as she shattered.
Charlotte’s mouth didn’t stop moving, her lips gently sucking at Sutton’s clit until Sutton nearly collapsed. She released Charlotte’s hair from her grasp, bonelessly dropping it to Charlotte’s shoulder and tapping because, if Charlotte continued, she was going to pass right out here in the overflow coat closet.
Charlotte slowed to a stop, gently placing a soft kiss against Sutton’s thigh before she affixed Sutton’s thong back into place. Carefully, she brought Sutton’s leg down so she had two feet against the floor again.
Even so, as Charlotte stood, she kept her body tight against Sutton’s, ensuring she stayed upright.
