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Chapter19
Wren
I wasdrunker than I thought if I was hallucinating. I’d thought I was just on the tip of being buzzed, but I must’ve somehow gotten hammered between my first and second spiked cider. Because Bex standing with her body pressed against mine in the warm water of the pool? Admitting that she’d wanted me since seeing me from afar at a concert months ago? That had to be something dreamed up in my subconscious after copious amounts of alcohol.
The kiss that came after her confession confirmed it. It was all tongues and teeth, Bex’s hand tight on the nape of my neck as she controlled my head, tipping it back so she could reach my lips easier from her stance above me, tilting it so her tongue could slip deeper into my mouth. The kiss was too much, in the best way, making me dizzy as I adjusted to the sudden intensity of it.
I eased onto my tiptoes to reach her better, unwilling to lose any amount of space between us. I barely had time to breathe between kisses. The only thing that kept me from passing out was the times she’d leave my lips to take sucking bites along my jaw and neck, clearly intent on leaving more of the bruises that had littered my neck and shoulder the past couple of days. But air was overrated. If a hallucination was going to kill me, I’d revel in every agonizing second of imaginary Bex’s lips on mine.
I took every advantage of my delusion, sliding my hands over Bex’s wide hips, the curve of her waist, running the tips of my fingers over her breasts until she bit off a gasp, nipples pebbling under my fingertips. Greedy, I pulled at the fabric between us in an attempt to get more of her skin on mine. I let out a frustrated grunt and dream-Bex took pity on me, pulling the material off her body in a smooth motion. I pulled away from her lips for a moment, taking in the full image of her naked torso, and silently apologized to the universe for every complaint I’d ever made about my height. It put my mouth in the perfect position to lick a path up the swell of Bex’s breast. So that’s what I did, circling her nipple and sucking it into my mouth on a groan. I had to give my imagination credit: I could taste Bex on my tongue, down to the salt that had dried on her skin from the pool water.
An abrupt change in temperature had me gasping, the night air hitting my overheated skin and cooling it so quickly that it was sensitized almost to the point of pain. The sudden shock made me realize the reality of my situation. Our kiss wasn’t an alcohol-induced hallucination on my part. Which meant Bex’s confessions were equally real, though a small part of my brain didn’t quite believe it.
“Am I imagining this?” I asked, just to double check, warming at the sound of Bex’s soft chuckle. It was quickly followed by a sharp nip to my thigh, making me yelp.
“Did that feel real?” Bex rubbed soothing circles over the bite as I grumbled, tempering the pain and making me soften into her embrace. She still stood in the water, her arms caged around my hips while I sat on the edge of the pool. I met her eyes, the warm blue of them almost matching the color of the water surrounding her, and I shivered at the possessive look she gave me as I sat in front of her, skin exposed through the sheer material I wore.
My body begged for attention, nipples peaked and skin itching for her touch as Bex pulled my wet bralette off my body and threw it behind her. Before the material hit the surface of the water, her lips were wrapped around my nipple, pulling it between her teeth. She took turns going back and forth between breasts, nibbling and licking and sucking until I was squirming with need.
“Get my shirt, little bird.”
I reached behind me, grabbing the material she’d left by the side of the pool during her slow striptease earlier. Bex quickly laid out the material, easing me down on it until my back rested on the soft material of her shirt while my knees bracketed her torso in the water. Gripping my hips, she gently pulled me closer to the edge of the pool, urging my legs over her shoulders and moving closer until I felt the heat of her breath between my legs. I trembled in anticipation, letting out a soft gasp as Bex’s mouth descended on me.
She ate my pussy like she loved it, like it belonged to her, and maybe it did. Maybe my vagina had jumped ship, like my heart had at some indeterminate point while I still pretended it wouldn’t be broken at the end of this. It felt like she owned it, as she started with long, slow slides of her tongue, taunting me with her gentleness. She took her time learning what I liked, how I responded, and honed in on the spots that made me moan until I trembled and gasped for more.
“Bex,” I groaned, needing more than the teasing she was giving me. She was trying to drive me crazy, make me beg.
“My little bird needs it rougher, doesn’t she?” I could hear the smile in her voice, the self-satisfied tone clear.
But before I could answer, she feasted, lapping at me with the intensity she’d been holding back. She circled my clit with hard strokes of the tip of her tongue, giving me the friction I’d been begging for. She sucked the nub into her mouth, humming in satisfaction as a scream tore from my throat. Her fingers dug harder into my skin, keeping me still while she pulled every ounce of pleasure from my body. I rode the edge as she continued her assault, alternating between sucks and nibbles around my clit until it was swollen and pulsing.
Her tongue teased lower, circling around my entrance and pushing in on a smooth stroke. She thrust into me, filling me as I ground onto her face, my hand moving to grab her ponytail to pull her closer to me.
“Bex, I -” I started, my orgasm looming as she continued to tongue me at a wild pace, and the feeling of her moans between my legs sent me even closer to the edge. Before I could force out the words to tell her I was close, Bex’s hand reached between my legs, flicking my clit in time with her thrusts, and I went off, body shaking as I groaned her name into the darkness.
My heels scrambled against her back as I rode out my orgasm, continuing to grind against Bex’s face as she slowed her rhythm to bring me back down. Limp, I laid there as Bex slowly removed my legs from her shoulders. I barely registered the sound of her leaving the pool and walking into the distance, but before I could wonder where she went, she returned, fully dressed, with a bundle of cloth in her hands.
She helped me stand on shaky legs, pulling a shirt over my head before kneeling next to me and easing pants up my legs. I looked down to find myself in her clothes again - the same leggings I wore last time and an overly largeThe Living Deadt-shirt - and I chuckled at the reference.
“This is kind of becoming our thing, isn’t it? You dressing me?” I thought back to wearing her clothes weeks ago after she pushed me into this very pool. The sunglasses she bought for me before apple picking and the shirt of hers I wore afterward when my dress was covered in rotten apples. Adjusting my clothes after making me come in the haunted maze.
“Hmm,” Bex hummed as her eyes traveled over my body, a satisfied smile pulling at the edges of her lips as she tracked her clothes on my body, my face likely still flushed from the orgasm she gave me. “Maybe because you’re like a little doll.” She patted me gently on the head, emphasizing my size and laughing when I scowled. Then she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, kissing the top of my head as she whispered in my ear, “Ready to go home, lovely?”
Bex drove back to my apartment with one hand on the wheel and the other casually resting on my thigh. She drew small circles with her thumb, lulling me too easily into sleep. I woke up to a slight pressure on my scalp, opening my eyes to find my hair fisted in Bex’s hand. Meeting my gaze, she slowly increased the pressure until my neck was bent backwards, allowing her mouth to fall easily on my parted lips.
She kissed me slowly this time, lazily, as if she had all the time in the world. I could still taste myself on her tongue, mixed with the salt on her skin from the pool and the cider we’d both drunk earlier in the night. Bex held me steady as she explored my mouth, as if mapping it for later reference. She nibbled gently on my lips, sucking the bottom one into her mouth before releasing it with a pop.
“Let’s go.” She tilted her head toward the apartment building, and I followed her silently, scared to break whatever spell had come over Bex within the last hour.
She opened the front door with her key - not one I gave her, but one she had just shown up with one morning - and ushered me inside, toeing off her boots before kneeling down to help me take off mine. I wasn’t sure if she thought I was still weak-kneed after the Pool Incident (2nd edition), and I wasn’t so prideful as to not take advantage. So I played it up, leaning a palm on her shoulder as if I were too unsteady to stand. Bex just shot me a wry look from her position on the floor, tucking our shoes away and standing back up.
I followed her across the kitchen, steps faltering when she bypassed her bedroom and walked into mine without pause. I hadn’t thought about this part in my fantasies. What would happen after I finally, successfully, seduced Bex. When my flirting and/or being a pain in her ass would somehow pay off and make her want me as much as I’ve wanted her. In my imagination - save for that first, short-lived crush when I first met her - we never dated. We fought, we argued, we fucked. That was usually the extent of my fantasy, which would fade to black as my self-imposed orgasm melted away. So this was all new territory, territory I hadn’t explored, had been too scared to explore, and the unknown aspect of it both terrified and thrilled me.
Bex led me through my bedroom and then stood in the doorway of my bathroom as I brushed my teeth and washed my face, eyes watching me through the vanity mirror. I went through my skin routine, skipping three of the eight steps as I felt the exhaustion starting to take hold, before finally heading back into the bedroom.
“Do you usually wear anything to bed?” Bex stood next to my dresser, eyebrow raised.
“Usually a shirt, maybe pants if I’m cold.”
