For a moment, Charlotte could only think about how different Sutton was than the Sutton she’d experienced twelve years ago. The cute, stumbling, awkward graduate student would have never taken the initiative to walk into Charlotte’s office, push her down on the desk, and kiss her within an inch of her life while trailing her fingers up and down Charlotte’s thighs.
Charlotte wouldn’t have complained then, and she certainly wasn’t now.
She’d seen it in Sutton, in moments. At her grandmother’s party, in the museum. There were flickers of all Sutton wanteddeep inside,in a place she herself may have not even known, glimpses of who she would become as a lover.
But she hadn’t been there just yet, then.
And it would be a lie to say that the thought didn’t echo through Charlotte’s mind: She hadn’t gotten to see this part of Sutton blossom. Someone else had.
Then Sutton’s fingers brushed over Charlotte’s underwear, and shekneweven before Sutton moaned how fucking wet she was.
She couldn’t not be.
Not with Sutton’s lips on hers, tugging Charlotte’s bottom lip between them. Nibbling, then releasing, and swiping over with her tongue.
“Fuck,” she groaned as Sutton rubbed her through her underwear, even firmer.
“You drive me insane with wanting you, and you kissed me, and I— I—” Sutton whispered against Charlotte’s kiss-swollen and sensitive lips, her fingers toying with her, still, before pausing.
Waiting.
Charlotte didn’t have to be asked. She didn’t need to think twice. She didn’t need to consider that they were in her office, that there was a chance there was still straggling staffers here.
“Touch me.” The urgency in her voice slid through her veins as she dug her nails right into Sutton’s soft skin. “Touch me, Sutton.”
Sutton pulled her panties to the side, sliding her fingers over Charlotte’s entrance, and they both groaned.
Charlotte tilted her fingertips, panting against Sutton’s lips as she dragged her own fingers down into the waist of Sutton’s jeans, curling them into the material. “Touch. Me.”
Sheneededit. She hadn’t even known how badly she’d needed it before this moment, but she did. Desperately.
Charlotte hadn’t expected the shocked cry from her own throat and barely managed to cut herself off as Sutton slid two fingers inside of her.
Yes.This.Yes.
She found herself chanting it, “Yes, Sutton.Yes,” as Sutton started moving inside of her. Charlotte’s thighs tightened around Sutton’s as the pleasure inside of her mounted.
Sutton’s free hand slid to the back of Charlotte’s head, holding her right there, against her, as Charlotte made a concentrated effort to quiet herself. She made another concentrated effort to keep her eyes open and on Sutton, biting her lip to cut off the groans escaping her as she stared into the bright blue eyes that were so locked on her own.
She wondered if Sutton knew she didn’t have to hold Charlotte so close; she would make the effort to ensure she didn’t move away from Sutton at all.
She couldn’t help herself.
As she moved her hips, fucking herself even harder against Sutton’s hand, closer and closer to the edge, she undid Sutton’s jeans with deft fingers.
She had to touch her, too. Had to.
She moaned, loudly, unable to stop, as she felt how fucking wet Sutton was.
Sutton’s warm breath washed over Charlotte’s lips as she whimpered, and Charlotte was so close. She just— She needed?—
She slid her hand down, feeling how hard Sutton’s clit was, how she dripped over her fingers.
Sutton’s choked cry as she pressed herself harder into Charlotte was— It was?—
“Sutton,god, I’m—” It was all she could say before she felt her orgasm wash over her, the release of it stunning her into silence.
Her mouth fell open in a soundless cry. She shuddered at the pleasure coursing through her body, and she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop moving her hips, pressing into Sutton’s fingers, arching into the touch to draw out every sensation before Sutton gently withdrew.
