Page 10 of The B Side

Chapter Three

“More,” Juliet demanded, her voice strained, as she clawed her nails into Darcy’s back. “Har – fuck – harder, Darcy, god. That’s it. So good for me. Just like that.”

Darcy snapped her hips harder against Juliet, deeper. Giving her exactly what she was begging for, driven forward by the praise. It didn’t matter how many times she’d had Juliet like this over the last few years; it made Darcy feel electrified from the inside out every single one.

Feeling Juliet’s body underneath her own, the hard pebble of her nipples brushing against Darcy’s as she held herself up on her forearms and thrust her hips into Juliet’s, grinding against her. Feverish and dazed, herself, the way she felt from fucking Juliet like this.

“Oh, my god. There. There. Darcy, there,” Juliet’s voice rose, breathless, as she rolled her hips into Darcy’s even faster, controlling the depth of her thrusts. Showing and telling Darcy precisely what she needed.

What they both needed, because she was desperate for Juliet to come. That single-minded need that pulsed through her whenever they had sex. Like she was able to shut everything else off that existed in the world and go to a place where it was just her and Juliet.

Specifically, her, providing Juliet’s pleasure.

Darcy’s own pleasure, too, but – but that was so rarely the first thing Darcy felt or experienced. Even though she could feel her own arousal as it beat like a drum through her body, even though she felt the base of the strap against her throbbing clit, her desire was ramped up – higher and higher – by Juliet’s. Juliet turned her on beyond belief, but nothing turned her on as much as making Juliet come.

By this expression on Juliet’s face, her eyes growing heavily lidded but still open and glinting up at Darcy. Her lips were red and damp from both their kissing and the way Juliet would bite down every time Darcy hit the perfect spot inside of her.

Like she just did, as she hooked Juliet’s leg over her arm and tugged it up, allowing her to go even deeper inside. Juliet’s eyes slammed shut, a shout leaving her lips, as she nodded.

“This is what you wanted, right?” She asked, half-teasing because she knew this was what Juliet wanted.

But also half-serious, because she wanted Juliet to confirm. Darcy’s own pleasure was so close to taking her over – she couldn’t come just from this, but she could be damn close. Especially when Juliet opened her eyes, locking onto her.

“No,” Juliet managed to correct through a moan. “It’s, mm, what I needed.”

Darcy shuddered, lightning racing down through her stomach and right to her clit at the words, her next thrust sharper than the last, grinding against Juliet.

She knew Juliet was close, knew she was going to come. Juliet’s movements were jerkier, the way she pressed her hips up against Darcy’s.

“Wait,” Juliet breathed out, clutching at Darcy’s shoulders. Digging her short nails into her.

She slowed her movements to a very gentle rocking, searching Juliet’s gaze with her own, concern cutting through the fever of arousal.

“I want you to come with me. While you fuck me.” Juliet gave her that intoxicating, exacting stare she had, even during sex, and Darcy could feel herself drip down her thigh. Without fail, Juliet always inspired that reaction. “Inside.”

Catching her breath, Darcy’s stomach clenched in anticipation. She’d figured that was Juliet’s intention when she’d chosen the toy Darcy was using, the one with the vibe in the base. But she hadn’t known when, exactly, Juliet would pull the metaphorical trigger.

She wondered if Juliet knew that Darcy knew it was Juliet’s preferred selection – if they were using a strap – when she felt particularly out of control. Not during sex, where she was always in control, but in life. When things were spiraling out, when Juliet felt like there was less in her grasp, she opted for this. Not only was Juliet in control when Darcy was fucking her, but this way, she was simultaneously in control of Darcy’s pleasure at the same time.

They’d used this specific strap quite a bit in the last several weeks.

“I should let you know,” she ducked her head, tracing her lips up the line of Juliet’s jaw. “I’m going to come really… ah,” she groaned, long and low, against her, as she ground her hips down against Juliet’s, feeling the friction against her clit. “Quickly.”

“I know.” Juliet arched her a look. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were swollen from their kissing and when she’d bitten them. And still, there was that glint in her eye. That knowing, commanding look that completely wrapped Darcy up. “Now fuck me from behind. Make me come. And come inside me. Okay?”

Darcy’s clit throbbed, sparks shooting through her entire body as her breath caught in her throat. One step closer to the edge, and Juliet hadn’t even turned the vibrator on yet.

Taking a deep, bracing breath, she slowly pulled out. The little, wanton sigh that escaped Juliet’s lips when she was fully out shot another current through her very being.

And that livewire didn’t stop, didn’t have the chance to. Not when Juliet immediately turned around, got on her hands and knees, and presented herself for Darcy.

Juliet was literally dripping down her thighs, and Darcy’s mouth watered for a taste. Well, another taste. She could still taste Juliet on her tongue from when she’d made sure she was ready for her.

Juliet turned enough to aim a knowing look over her shoulder, the sly smile taking Darcy out at the knees. “You want to lick my cunt again?”

She moved her ass back and forth, as if Darcy needed any more enticement.

She licked her lips. “I always do.”