Stripped by Desire
by RILAYAWRITER--- The spread of charcuterie and chilled wine on the penthouse balcony was barely touched. Maya Matthews-Hunter had kicked off her heels an hour ago, her toes curling against the warm stone tiles as
about 2 hours ago
•medium read•intense intensity---
The spread of charcuterie and chilled wine on the penthouse balcony was barely touched. Maya Matthews-Hunter had kicked off her heels an hour ago, her toes curling against the warm stone tiles as she fed Riley strawberries dipped in dark chocolate.
The afternoon sun glinted off the skyline, but neither of them were paying attention to the view—not when Riley’s fingers kept brushing against Maya’s wrist every time she reached for another bite.
“You’re distracting me on purpose,” Riley murmured, her voice rough with the kind of hunger that had nothing to do with food. Maya smirked, dragging her thumb over Riley’s bottom lip before pulling it away, leaving a smear of chocolate behind. “And if I am?”
Riley didn’t answer with words. Instead, she caught Maya’s wrist and sucked the chocolate off her thumb, slow and deliberate, her tongue swirling before she released her with a wet *pop*. The air between them thickened, charged with the kind of electricity that had been building since their last game of strip poker—when Riley had ended up on her knees, worshipping Maya’s pussy until her throat ached.
mi. “We should play something.” Riley’s eyebrows lifted. “We just had a picnic. And now I want dessert.” Maya’s fingers trailed down Riley’s chest, hooking under the hem of her tank top. “Rock, paper, scissors. Strip version. Loser takes something off." Riley’s laugh was low, knowing. “We’re already half-naked.”
“Exactly.” Maya’s grin was all teeth. “Makes it more fun.” They faced each other, knees pressing together on the chaise. Riley’s tank was the first to go, lost to Maya’s scissors in the first round. Then Maya’s cami hit the floor, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra that did little to hide how hard her nipples were. Riley’s jeans followed, peeled down her thighs with deliberate slowness, her black lace thong the only thing left between them and skin.
“You’re cheating,” Riley accused, her voice thick as Maya’s fingers traced the waistband of her thong. “How?” Maya’s breath was hot against Riley’s ear, her lips brushing the shell as she whispered, “By making you *want* to lose?”
Riley’s answer was a growl, her hands gripping Maya’s hips and yanking her forward until their chests pressed together, lace and skin and heat. The next round was a blur—Maya’s bra unclasped, Riley’s thong snapped against her ankle before it was tossed aside. They were down to nothing but Maya’s panties, damp with arousal.
“One more,” Maya breathed. “Winner gets to decide how the loser comes.”
Riley’s eyes darkened. “Fucking *bitch*.” Maya laughed, pressing a kiss to Riley’s collarbone before they faced off one last time. Their hands flew—rock, paper, *scissors*—and Riley’s curse filled the air as Maya’s scissors cut through her paper. “Strip,” Maya commanded, though there was nothing left to take off.
Riley’s hands went to Maya’s panties instead, dragging them down her legs with a slow, worshipful reverence. “You *know* what I want.” Maya didn’t bother answering. She turned, bracing her hands on the glass railing of the balcony, the city sprawled beneath them, oblivious.
The first swipe of Riley’s tongue between her cheeks made her gasp, her fingers tightening on the metal. Riley didn’t tease—she *feasted*, her mouth hot and open, her tongue spearing into Maya’s pussy before dragging up to circle her ass.
“Fuck—*Riley*—” Maya’s voice broke, her hips rolling back, chasing the pressure. Riley’s fingers joined the game, two slipping inside Maya’s cunt while her thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.
“You love when I make you *beg*,” Riley murmured against her skin, her breath ghosting over Maya’s ass before her tongue dipped lower, lapping at her entrance.
Maya’s moan was raw, her body trembling as Riley fucked her with her fingers and her mouth, alternating between sucking on her clit and thrusting her tongue into her ass. The dual sensation was too much, Maya's orgasm crashing over her with a cry, her pussy clenching around nothing as she came, her release dripping down her thighs.
Riley didn’t let up. She flipped Maya around, pressing her back against the glass, the cool surface a shock against her overheated skin. “Tell me you want it,” Riley demanded, her voice rough, her control fraying.
Maya’s answer was “Fuck me like you *hate* me.” Riley groaned, her hips snapping forward, burying her tongue to the hilt in one thrust. Maya’s head fell back against the glass with a *thud*, her nails digging into Riley’s shoulders as she was tongue fucked hard and deep, the balcony railing creaking under the force.
Maya’s second orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body locking up as Riley’s tongue was hot and thick. Riley slowed, her tongue thrusts turning lazy, her mouth trailing down Maya’s neck. “Fuck,” Riley breathed, her forehead pressing to Maya’s shoulder. “We’re never leaving this balcony.”
Maya laughed, weak and breathless, her fingers carding through Riley’s sweat-damp hair. “Who says we have to?” She tilted Riley’s chin up, pressing a slow, filthy kiss to her lips. “I *win*.”
The spread of charcuterie and chilled wine on the penthouse balcony was barely touched. Maya Matthews-Hunter had kicked off her heels an hour ago, her toes curling against the warm stone tiles as she fed Riley strawberries dipped in dark chocolate.
The afternoon sun glinted off the skyline, but neither of them were paying attention to the view—not when Riley’s fingers kept brushing against Maya’s wrist every time she reached for another bite.
“You’re distracting me on purpose,” Riley murmured, her voice rough with the kind of hunger that had nothing to do with food. Maya smirked, dragging her thumb over Riley’s bottom lip before pulling it away, leaving a smear of chocolate behind. “And if I am?”
Riley didn’t answer with words. Instead, she caught Maya’s wrist and sucked the chocolate off her thumb, slow and deliberate, her tongue swirling before she released her with a wet *pop*. The air between them thickened, charged with the kind of electricity that had been building since their last game of strip poker—when Riley had ended up on her knees, worshipping Maya’s pussy until her throat ached.
mi. “We should play something.” Riley’s eyebrows lifted. “We just had a picnic. And now I want dessert.” Maya’s fingers trailed down Riley’s chest, hooking under the hem of her tank top. “Rock, paper, scissors. Strip version. Loser takes something off." Riley’s laugh was low, knowing. “We’re already half-naked.”
“Exactly.” Maya’s grin was all teeth. “Makes it more fun.” They faced each other, knees pressing together on the chaise. Riley’s tank was the first to go, lost to Maya’s scissors in the first round. Then Maya’s cami hit the floor, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra that did little to hide how hard her nipples were. Riley’s jeans followed, peeled down her thighs with deliberate slowness, her black lace thong the only thing left between them and skin.
“You’re cheating,” Riley accused, her voice thick as Maya’s fingers traced the waistband of her thong. “How?” Maya’s breath was hot against Riley’s ear, her lips brushing the shell as she whispered, “By making you *want* to lose?”
Riley’s answer was a growl, her hands gripping Maya’s hips and yanking her forward until their chests pressed together, lace and skin and heat. The next round was a blur—Maya’s bra unclasped, Riley’s thong snapped against her ankle before it was tossed aside. They were down to nothing but Maya’s panties, damp with arousal.
“One more,” Maya breathed. “Winner gets to decide how the loser comes.”
Riley’s eyes darkened. “Fucking *bitch*.” Maya laughed, pressing a kiss to Riley’s collarbone before they faced off one last time. Their hands flew—rock, paper, *scissors*—and Riley’s curse filled the air as Maya’s scissors cut through her paper. “Strip,” Maya commanded, though there was nothing left to take off.
Riley’s hands went to Maya’s panties instead, dragging them down her legs with a slow, worshipful reverence. “You *know* what I want.” Maya didn’t bother answering. She turned, bracing her hands on the glass railing of the balcony, the city sprawled beneath them, oblivious.
The first swipe of Riley’s tongue between her cheeks made her gasp, her fingers tightening on the metal. Riley didn’t tease—she *feasted*, her mouth hot and open, her tongue spearing into Maya’s pussy before dragging up to circle her ass.
“Fuck—*Riley*—” Maya’s voice broke, her hips rolling back, chasing the pressure. Riley’s fingers joined the game, two slipping inside Maya’s cunt while her thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.
“You love when I make you *beg*,” Riley murmured against her skin, her breath ghosting over Maya’s ass before her tongue dipped lower, lapping at her entrance.
Maya’s moan was raw, her body trembling as Riley fucked her with her fingers and her mouth, alternating between sucking on her clit and thrusting her tongue into her ass. The dual sensation was too much, Maya's orgasm crashing over her with a cry, her pussy clenching around nothing as she came, her release dripping down her thighs.
Riley didn’t let up. She flipped Maya around, pressing her back against the glass, the cool surface a shock against her overheated skin. “Tell me you want it,” Riley demanded, her voice rough, her control fraying.
Maya’s answer was “Fuck me like you *hate* me.” Riley groaned, her hips snapping forward, burying her tongue to the hilt in one thrust. Maya’s head fell back against the glass with a *thud*, her nails digging into Riley’s shoulders as she was tongue fucked hard and deep, the balcony railing creaking under the force.
Maya’s second orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body locking up as Riley’s tongue was hot and thick. Riley slowed, her tongue thrusts turning lazy, her mouth trailing down Maya’s neck. “Fuck,” Riley breathed, her forehead pressing to Maya’s shoulder. “We’re never leaving this balcony.”
Maya laughed, weak and breathless, her fingers carding through Riley’s sweat-damp hair. “Who says we have to?” She tilted Riley’s chin up, pressing a slow, filthy kiss to her lips. “I *win*.”