Page 70 of A Break in Communications

I didn’t know how to breathe, how to do anything other than want her. I slipped my hands around to the back of her head, all this hungry, aching need that had been building up since we left that weekend behind us coming crashing into me all at once, and I moved my lips with hers, parting to give her access—give her anything she wanted—as her hands explored my back, roamed over me, feeling every part of me. She could… I was hers to do as she wanted with. I just existed for Lucy.

She parted breathlessly, bending down and kissing the dip of my collar where my collar was undone, and I fumbled, my knees buckling at the sudden intensity of the touch. She turned us around, a hazy dream of movement, and backed me up against the desk, pushing me up onto it and spreading my legs around her, stepping in between them, and I submitted to every movement. Wanted her to claim me. Her lips on my collar, unbuttoning my shirt and kissing lower, over the front band of my bra—she was an intoxicating drug, poison in my veins, or maybe sweet salvation.

“God, I’ve needed this,” she growled against me. “I’ve been watching you all the time just thinking how much I want your body…”

That tone—the way she talked about me—it should have been crude, almost objectifying, but it was the exact opposite of it somehow, like I was some sacred artifact and she was having a religious epiphany getting to experience me. Made me feel like a goddess she wanted to worship… I rolled my head back, gripping her hair on the back of her head as she dipped inside my shirt, taking my nipple in her mouth, sucking lightly. Even more perfect than I remembered… “You can take it… however you want,” I breathed, my voice catching.

“Mm.” Lucy popped off of my breast, dragging her tongue back up to my neck. “Good girl, Anna. I will. I wish I could take my time with you, but I need you too damn badly. I’m going to bend you over your fancy desk and make you my pretty little doll and fuck you from behind until you scream my name begging me to let you come. Tell me you want it, Anna.”

I’d never, ever have been able to resist this woman. Even if everything was on the line, I needed her—needed her in every way—needed her to make me hers. “Please, yes,” I gasped, whole body melting at her soft touches, the heat of her mouth on my neck and back down to where my nipples were so sensitive to her touch… “Please—take whatever you want from me.”

“I know, darling. And you’re going to let me have all of it…” She slipped her hands up my skirt, returning her mouth to sucking on my nipple, and I bucked my hips against her hand with a soft, crackling cry as she pressed her palm flat against my center, moving her fingers slowly, precisely, against my pantyhose. Grinding on me, rubbing coarse fabric on my clit in a way that sent twitches through me, body aching in a way more primal than I’d ever realized it knew how to.

I did let her have all of it—let her suck my nipple in that way that was so electric it felt like I could have come just from that while she pulled my pantyhose and underwear down together, trailing a hand up my thigh and finding where I was aching,dripping wet for her. I clasped a hand over my mouth, covering up my aching, needy cries while she teased her fingers around my entrance, pressing inside me just a little, lighting up all the sensitive heat of my entrance, her thumb playing over my clit. Kept my skirt on, and I knew I was getting it soaked right now, but I didn’t care—wanted her to ruin my clothes, ruin my hair and face, ruin my body and ruin my life if it meant I got to have her fuck me, use me.

I was gasping for breath by the time she slid me off the desk and up to my feet, and I cried out with a small, desperate noise as she spun me around and shoved me forward, bending me over the desk. Her one hand reached up my skirt, gripping my ass firmly, and I clutched at the desk struggling to lift my head enough to look back at her as she slipped her other hand up to my folds again, pressing her fingers inside me.

“Lucy—” Her name tore itself from inside me with the little breath I had, and I collapsed against the desk as she pushed her fingers deep inside, crooking inside me, holding there, pulled out and thrust back inside. And again, and again—fucking me—using me, claiming me. I let out a chorus of broken shouts, calling her name, cursing, gasping and moaning loud enough they might have heard me on ground floor, but I didn’t care—just needed Lucy fucking me.

I also wished we could take our time, but my body wouldn’t have it—I found myself grinding my hips back against her, desperate for her fingers filling my pussy, heard myself begging to come just like she’d promised, and when she slipped her other hand to my clit, rubbing in quick, tight circles, I lost it, throwing myself into an explosive orgasm on her fingers, screaming her name. Everything melted into the haze of throbbing pleasure, and it was so unbelievable because I—it was so fucking good and so lurid, dirty, but at the same time I just—I just loved her somuch, loved hersomuch and wanted to be hers, forever, in every way, and just—

I collapsed against the desk, breathing hard, and when Lucy pulled her fingers out, I looked back to where I got a flush of heat between my thighs again seeing her licking my… my wetness off of her fingers. “Good girl,” she whispered, stroking my thigh. “There’s a good little fuck toy.”

“Lucy…” I couldn’t help it—reached down with the littlest bit of energy that I still had, hand between my thighs, and I found myself playing with my clit, idly, not really trying to go anywhere but just indulging seeing Lucy licking me off her fingers. “God, you’re… so…”

She bit her lip, hard, looking me over. “I am dripping wet for you right now, Anna,” she whispered. “I’m going to sit in your chair, and you’re going to get on your knees and eat me out like a good girl.”

I would. I’d do anything she wanted—it wasn’t even a question. I was on my knees in front of her before I knew it, looking up at where she was so perfect, so sexy, above me silhouetted in the low glow of the ceiling light, her hand in my hair as I opened her pants, pulling them down reverently. Took a second just taking in how perfect she was, her folds glistening wet, the lines from the folds of her skin when she sat down, the short, coarse hairs growing sparsely, just… all of it… I slipped my fingers up along her, savoring in the way she twitched, the hungry noises she made, and I couldn’t help it. Buried my face against her, playing with my pussy while I serviced hers, sucking her clit while I looked up into her eyes, let myself drown in Lucy’s pleasure. I’d make myself come again, I could feel it from the aching buildup between my thighs, the electric sensation as I touched myself. Going to make myself come while I licked Lucy’s pussy… nothing could have been more right than that.

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All things considered, when I got home that evening, the last thing I needed was to meet my sister. Which meant, of course, that I met my sister, standing at my front door leaning against the corner, staring at her phone.

My head was still flooded with the filthy, hot sex Lucy and I had just had in my office, the way we sweet-talked like lovers afterwards but didn’t actually address the logistics of the situation. I was on a million different topics, and Veronica wasn’t supposed to be one of them.

I pushed my keys into the lock, trying to just walk past her without acknowledging her. She turned and shot me a look.

“There you are. I texted you and you ignored me.”

She thrust the phone in my face, too up close for me to ignore it. I’d been ready to dismiss it as another text to Grandma, but I stopped when I saw it actually was to me… I’d just had my face between Lucy’s legs when she’d sent it. I’d dismissed the notification when I’d fumbled for my phone to check the time after the whole thing was done. Guess I could forgive myself for forgetting it.

“Oh,” I said, stopping with the door half open. “How about that? I guess I dismissed the notification by mistake. Let’s respond to this now.Anna where are youuuuuuuuuuuuuwith… what is that, thirteen Us? I’m here at my apartment. Leave me alone.”

I pushed the door open, and Veronica slipped in with me before I could shut it. Dammit.

“Veronica—I’m not making you a cappuccino.”

“That’s fine, I’m feeling a hot chocolate today,” she said, throwing her bag to the side and shrugging off her layers and layers and layers and layers of clothes. “I’m finally getting a chance to talk to you, so I’m taking it. Do you want a hot chocolate too?”

“Ugh… sure.” I’d need sugar to get me through this. I set about trying to ignore her as much as I could.

“Did you fix things with Lucy yet?”

I wasn’t ignoring her. I sighed, hard, taking off my shoes. I wasn’t taking off my coat… I didn’t know if Lucy and I had, uh, left marks on my skirt. Veronica would comment on it. I headed for the bedroom. “You know one of us is going to be the other’s boss soon. We couldn’t really be together if we wanted.”

She turned on the espresso machine, but she stopped to watch me, eyebrows raised as I headed for the bedroom. She didn’t say anything, though, and I got to take some clothes to the bathroom and spend a second cleaning myself up better than I’d managed in the office bathroom, changing into clean clothes, and I stepped out of the bathroom just for Veronica to say, raising her voice over the sound of steaming milk, “Guess things aren’t going too bad with Lucy, if you have to get back and get changed without letting me see your clothes.”

Of all nights for Veronica to be here. I sighed, pointedly, hanging my coat up. “My sex life is not open to the peanut gallery for comment, Veronica.”

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