Page 77 of The Heartbreak Hotel

Ella’s voice came out in a hoarse demand. “Fuck me, Riley.”

Riley’s hand fell between Ella’s legs, and her eyes rolled backwards. “Holy crap. You really do love this. You’re soaked.”

“Well, yeah—”

Ella didn’t have time to finish her sentence because Riley was already pumping her fingers inside of her.

“Oh god, yes, fuck.”

“You like that?”

Ella pierced her with her stare, eyelids fluttering. “I fucking love it.”

Riley pushed herself up to her knees and hooked under Ella’s legs. She fucked her harder, using her body weight to hold her down. Her thumb traced Ella’s mouth, and Ella kissed it, wrapping her tongue around the end. The coil inside Riley’s stomach tightened, and she leaned down to capture Ella’s lips with hers. To feel that tongue against her own.

Ella licked into her mouth, and Riley groaned, the ache in her clit multiplying tenfold and almost crippling her. They found their rhythm, desperate hands exploring the other with an impatient need, while their tongues and kisses did the opposite. The soft and the hard, coming together in a perfect balance of beautiful chaos.

Riley felt Ella tighten around her fingers, and she pulled back, breaking their kisses.

Ella scowled at her, her plump lips open in a beg.

Riley slowed the pace of her fingers but hooked them upward, gaining a gasp and a moan from deep in Ella’s throat. She leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Do you know what else I’d like to do to you?” She continued to glide her fingers in and out of her.

“W–what?”

Riley pressed her lips to her pulse point, tasting the salty skin. “How about I show you?”

She removed her fingers, despite Ella’s protests, and slid off the mattress. Her core throbbed with need, but the image forming in her head overpowered it. She pulled out her box from under the bed and glanced up at Ella.

“Close your eyes.”

Ella’s eyebrows furrowed. “You can’t be serious.”

Riley’s focus snapped to her hand, which was circling her glistening clit with three fingers. Words stuck in her throat, but when she didn’t say anything more, Ella closed her eyes anyway.

Riley slipped on the harness, tightening the restraints around her hips and waist. Truthfully, it’d been a long time since she’d used it, and she didn’t want to lose this new confidence roaring through her veins.

Once everything was secured, she stood at the end of the bed, a lump forming in her throat at the woman lying in front of her. Ella continued to touch herself, and Riley wanted to burn the image into her eyelids forever: her damp hair falling loose from the bun on her head; flushed cheeks; large, perfect breasts and nipples; and the expert way her hand moved over herself, making her quiver.

She’s perfect.

The urge to paint her washed over her like a wave. To immortalise this moment in time. She could always take a photo, she supposed, but nothing would capture the whirlpool of emotions swirling between them like the markings of a brush.

A short, sharp laugh escaped Riley’s lips, imagining Ella’s reaction to that imaginary scenario. Just pause the sex for a few hours, Ells. Let me paint you.

Ella frowned. “What’re you laughing at?”

“I was just thinking how much I’d love to paint you right now.”

“Like fuck you are.” Ella’s brows pinched together, a smile teasing at her mouth. “Get over here.”

“That’s what I thought.”

She shook her head, her grin growing wider. “Can I open my eyes now?”

Riley sucked in a deep breath. “Yes,” she said on the exhale.

Ella’s eyes flicked open and focused on the strap attached around Riley’s hips. “Oh my god…yes.” Her gaze moved over the length, up Riley’s abs, her small breasts, and then landed back on her eyes. The corners of her mouth curled, and she uttered one word that undid Riley completely—“Please.”