Brooke Monk and Livvy Dunne had been flirting with each other for weeks, their attraction simmering just beneath the surface. They'd stolen glances across crowded rooms, let their hands linger just a moment too long when they touched. The tension was building, and they both knew it was only a matter of time before something happened.
One particularly steamy encounter happened in the locker room after a grueling workout. Livvy had just finished toweling off and was standing in front of her locker in just her sports bra and shorts. Brooke sauntered up, eyes roving appreciatively over Livvy's toned physique.
"Looking good, Liv," she purred, trailing a finger over Livvy's bare stomach, tracing the defined ridges of her abs. Livvy shivered at her touch, pulse quickening.
"You too," Livvy managed breathlessly, letting her own gaze wander over Brooke's curvy form, taking in the swell of breasts straining against tight spandex.
Emboldened, Brooke pressed Livvy back against the lockers, slotting a thigh between hers. She dipped her head, running the flat of her tongue up Livvy's abdomen, tasting the salt of her skin. Livvy gasped, head thudding back against the cool metal.
Brooke continued her ministrations, mouthing at the jut of hipbones, sucking a mark into the crease of a thigh. Livvy threaded her fingers through Brooke's hair, hips canting forward of their own accord, seeking more.
When Brooke finally pulled back, Livvy was flushed and panting, her shorts damp where they clung to her center. Brooke smirked knowingly.
"I think we should continue this somewhere more...private. What do you say?"
All Livvy could do was nod dumbly, pulse pounding in need. She knew if she opened her mouth, she'd beg.
They made it back to Brooke's apartment in record time, clothes flying off as soon as the door slammed shut behind them. Livvy fumbled with the clasp of Brooke's bra, nearly sobbing in relief when those magnificent tits sprung free.
She bent, drawing a puckered nipple into the heat of her mouth, worrying it with her teeth. Brooke groaned gutturally, hips bucking. The sound sent a shock of lust straight to Livvy's core.
They tumbled to the bed, all tangled limbs and heaving torsos. Brooke hitched one of Livvy's thighs over her hip, slotting their sexes together, slick and pulsing. Livvy rolled her hips, chasing the delicious drag and catch against her most sensitive spot.
It was messy and graceless, teeth and grazed knees, but the raw urgency of it turned them both on even more. They rutted against each other, chasing friction, filling the room with symphony of moans and grunts and sighs, the scent of sex thick in the air.
Finally, Brooke pulled back, both of them flushed and wanting, empty. She leaned in close, lips barely grazing the shell of Livvy's ear.
"I want to fuck you."
The crude words, spoken so confidently, sent shivers down Livvy's spine. She whined high in her throat, hips bucking. "Please."
Grinning wickedly, Brooke rose, going to her bedside table, returning with a familiar silicone length and harness. With deliberately slow movements, she fastened the straps around her hips, giving the not-quite idle-looking phallus a few experimental pumps.
Even engulfed in a haze of lust, the sight made Livvy nervous. She'd never done something like this before. Brooke noticed her widened eyes and halting breath, so she paused.
"Do you trust me?" she asked sincerely, sincerely, brushing a thumb over Livvy's cheekbone.
"Yes," Livvy whispered with surety, bitten-off nails digging half-moons into the meat of Brooke's forearm.
Brooke leaned down, kissing her deeply, as if trying to pour reassurance into her through the press of lips and tangling of tongues. Livvy responded in kind, tongue stroking Brooke's in a filthy facsimile of what was to come.
Gently, Brooke arranged Livvy on her back, legs splayed wide, the dripping petals of her sex spread lewdly. Brooke notched the dildo against her hole, putting the barest pressure against that tight ring of muscles.
"Do you want this?" she asked lowly, a hint of gravel in her voice.
Livvy whined again, hips straining, trying to get more of that delicious pressure. "Please, Brooke, please."
Brooke obliged her, feeding the dildo into Livvy's greedy hole slowly, stretch by exquisite stretch, until she was fully seated. Livvy was tightness personified around her, clamping down as she rippled.
They both groaned at the nirvana of her channel. Brooke stayed seated for a moment, cupping Livvy's face in both hands.
"Ready?" she asked with an ardent tenderness that threatened to send Livvy careening over the edge right then and there.
At Livvy's shaky nod, Brooke started to thrust—slow, deep, nearly pulling all the way out until just the head stretched Livvy's rim before slamming back in to the hilt.
"Yes," Livvy hissed, head thrown back, fingers scrabbling futilely for purchase against the sheets.
"You take this cock so well," Brooke praised, bending to mouth at Livvy's heaving breasts even as she never faltered in her rhythm. "You were made for this, made for me to fuck you."
The filthy words wound Livvy tighter than a drum. She clamped a hand around the back of Brooke's neck, eyes boring into hers.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder, make me feel it."
Brooke obliged, snapping her hips lightning-quick, the pace brutal and punishing and perfect. The bed creaked protest beneath them but they paid it no mind, lost to the slap of damp flesh and symphony of guttural grunts and sighs.
"Touch yourself," Brooke demanded, a manic, hectic flush on the apples of her cheeks, the front of her throat. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
Livvy didn't even hesitate, plunging her fingers into the dripping petals of her sex, right where shaft met stretch. She worked that hardened pearl furiously, a high-pitched keen rising in her throat.
All too soon, the telltale tingle gathered demanding at the base of her spine, racing along rampant synapses and over-stimulated nerves. With a wordless wail, she tumbled over the edge, lost to the clutch and release, the rush of warmth spilling over her fingers.
As if from far away, she heard Brooke bark out a curse, her hips stuttering, losing that perfect punishing rhythm as she tumbled headlong into her own release. She collapsed over Livvy, both of them sweat-stuck and panting.
They lay there trading lazy kisses and helpless smiles, basking in the afterglow. Brooke pulled out carefully, removing the strap-on and going to dispose of it before padding back, Livvy watching her every move with something like awe.
Tucking them beneath the sheet, Brooke pulled Livvy into her, their tangled limbs fitting together like the last pieces of a puzzle.
"Is it always like that?" Livvy murmured wonderingly, toying with a sweat-damp strand of Brooke's hair.
Brooke hummed low. "It's never been like that for me. Not with anyone else."
Livvy warmed at her words, something suspiciously like hope blooming in her chest. She rolled over, throwing a leg over Brooke's hips, slotting their pelvises back together.
"Good," she purred, dimension low, pleased. "Because I'm going to need several repeat perfomances. You're going to have to work hard to get me out of your system."
Brooke grinned slow, a jaunty, lazy thing that hit Livvy right in the solar plexus. "Oh, I think I'm up to the challenge."
They made love twice more that night, equal parts tender and dirty, a perfect mix of romanticism and filth. After, wrapped up in a tangle of sweat-damp sheets and each other, Brooke pulled Oliva close, pressing an achingly tender kiss to the crown of her head.
"I love you," she whispered, lilting vowels wrapped up in the cotton of her voice.
Livvy felt her heart turn over in her chest, joy and affection suffusing her every cell. "I love you too," she whispered back, fierce and fervent.
They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other until the morning sun streamed through the blinds, lighting up the tangled sheets and warming their sated bodies. It tasted suspiciously like happiness—like that first gulp of air after surfacing from a cool lake in the summer, like the jolt of your foot hitting a non-existent stair, like hope, new and trembling, taking flight in your chest.
And God, how it terrified and exhilarated Livvy all at once. But she knew, nestled in Brooke's arms, that no matter what this feeling grew into, they'd face it...