I settle into the plush velvet couch at Chloe’s place, the clink of ice cubes in my cocktail glass the only sound besides the soft hum of the city outside. She’s across from me, legs tucked under her, that smirk playing on her lips like she’s already won some private game. The dim glow of the floor lamp catches the gold flecks in her eyes, and I wonder if she knows how much I want to fuck her right now.
“So,” Chloe says, swirling her drink, “you still pretending you don’t fantasize about me?”
I roll my eyes, but my pulse quickens. “Please. Like you’re not the one who brought up ‘what if’ last week when we were wasted.”
She leans forward, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “Maybe I did. But you’re the one who’s been staring at my mouth all night.”
My breath hitches. Fuck, she’s right. I have been. The way her lips part when she laughs, the way her tongue darts out to wet them when she’s thinking. I set my drink down, suddenly too aware of how close we are.
Chloe doesn’t move, just watches me with that infuriating grin. “Admit it, Janet. You want to know what it’s like.”
I reach out, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip. “I know what it’s like. I just want to remember.”
She gasps, then bites down gently on my thumb. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
Before I can respond, she’s on her knees in front of me, her hands sliding up my thighs. I should stop her—this is reckless, dangerous—but when her mouth crashes into mine, all I can think is *yes*. Her tongue is hot, demanding, and I melt into her, my fingers tangling in her hair.
She pulls back just enough to whisper, “You taste like sin.”
I groan, arching into her touch as her hands slip under my shirt, kneading my breasts through the lace of my bra. “Fuck, Chloe—”
“Yeah, that’s the idea,” she murmurs, her thumbs circling my nipples until they’re hard as diamonds. Then she yanks my shirt over my head, her mouth hot on my skin, sucking and nipping at my collarbone before moving lower.
I shiver as her fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans, tugging them down along with my panties in one motion. Cool air hits my bare pussy, but then her breath is there, warm and teasing, her tongue flicking over my clit in slow, torturous circles.
“Oh god—” I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily.
She chuckles darkly, the vibration making my thighs tremble. “God’s not here, babe. Just me, and I’m gonna ruin you.”
Her fingers part me, her tongue delving deeper, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes. I grip the couch cushions, my back arching off the leather as pleasure coils tight in my stomach. She’s relentless, her free hand sliding up to pinch my nipple, rolling it between her fingers just hard enough to send a jolt of pain-pleasure straight to my clit.
“Chloe, I’m gonna—”
“Come on my face,” she growls against me, and that’s all it takes. My orgasm crashes over me, my thighs clamping around her head as I cry out, my juices coating her tongue.
She licks me through it, slow and thorough, before pulling back with a satisfied smirk. “Now that’s what I call a drink.”
I’m panting, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. “Your turn.”
She stands, letting me push her onto the couch, straddling her hips. I grind against her, feeling how wet she is already, even through her jeans. Her hands grip my ass, pulling me flush against her.
“Fuck me,” she breathes, her voice rough with need.
I don’t need to be told twice. I unbutton her jeans, freeing her dripping pussy, and sink onto her with a groan. She’s tight, hot, and god, she feels incredible. I rock against her, our clits grinding together, her nails digging into my hips.
“Faster,” she pants, her head thrown back.
I give her what she wants, slamming into her over and over, the sound of our bodies slapping filling the room. Her moans grow louder, her walls clenching around me as she comes, her juices gushing over my thighs.
I don’t stop. I ride her through it, my own pleasure building again, until I’m screaming her name as I come, my pussy pulsing around her fingers.
We collapse against each other, breathless and sweaty, our hearts pounding in sync.
Chloe smirks, kissing my collarbone. “So… still think this was a bad idea?”
I laugh, pulling her closer. “Worst idea ever.”
And it was. But I wouldn’t change a damn thing.