Page 11 of Dusk & Desire

Still, she must understand because she lifts her head from my chest and says, “Fuck, I can’t wait to hear you scream my name.” Her finger presses against my throbbing clit. “Now, come for me, baby,” she says on an exhale. “Don’t worry if you need to take your time. I won’t get bored, trust me.”

Take my time? I’m about to explode on the spot!

When her fingers gently probe my opening, fucking it shallowly, I bite my hand to stop from screaming for her right now, with her brother sleeping a couple of feet away.

“Mmm,” she says when she finds me wet and I can’t find it in me to feel embarrassed. The only thing I’m thinking about is coming over this woman’s fingers. When her mouth returns to my breasts and her fingers to my clit, I lean back against the car door with a thud. Uncaring, I shake as she draws tight circles over my throbbing nub, doing it better than I ever did to myself. Noa picks up the pace, sucking on my breast so hard I think she’s going to leave bruises. Tears leak from the sides of my eyes as I near the peak of a mountain so high, I’m scared to let go. When she turns her hand to finally breach me with her fingers and presses the heel of her palm against my clit, I let go.

I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming. A girl made me come.

Chapter 7

Noa

“You don’t look like a winner today, Winnie,” Axel says, looking at Linda in the rearview mirror. I turn my head and grin to myself. I moved back to the front seat when we hit the road not long ago. I figured she’d need some space to come to terms with what happened.

“She just didn’t sleep a lot,” I tell him, speaking into my fist. “You know, things that go bump in the night.” I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. I’m giddy, ecstatic even. Finally! Finally, I had a taste of my pretty girl. It was enough to let me know this one small taste will never be enough, but I’m celebrating the win.

I can’t take it anymore and turn back to see her reaction to our words. She’s pale and wide-eyed. I’ve seen that look before on girls who claimed as ardently as she always has that they’re straight. Girls whose parents raised them to believe there’s only one type of love: between a man and a woman. That sex only involves a penis and a vagina. I’m going to do my best to show my girl that it’s okay to make love to a woman. One woman, to be specific – me.

I never had a moment of doubt. Girls were always it for me, andI never needed to experiment, never had that phase of trying to convince myself I liked boys – it wasn’t even a question. I always hated it when someone asked how I could be so sure. Like, how do you know you’re straight? You just do.

I never used to go around trying to convince girls to give me and my queerness a shot – I was too proud to do that, valued myself too much. But, ah, then came Linda.

Axel and I were cruising the campus when the term started two and a half years ago. We weren’t supposed to linger there – it’s risky. But a day like that was too good to pass up; all that fresh meat, away from the confining safety of their parents for the first time, curious about trying ecstasy at parties or needing Adderall for studying.

Linda wasn’t a mark. I knew that the instant I saw her, wrapped in her fuzzy pink sweater, eyes hiding behind a curtain of blonde hair. But I honed in like a homing beacon anyway, my target permanently locked. There was something about her that hooked its claws into me, never to let go. Maybe it was the vulnerability she exuded like an expensive perfume. Did I believe in soulmates? Not until that moment, no. But ever since I first laid eyes on her, Axel and I have been on campus on a daily basis.

At first, I told him getting to know the kids would make them loyal customers, plus we’d get info about their party scene. Though bribing campus security into overlooking our presence and getting fake student IDs was costly. Then I stopped giving excuses. I knew he saw me searching for Linda, my eyes following her wherever she went. Sometimes he got a bit mad at me for putting my heart on the line for an innocent straight girl, but he soon saw it was pointless to try and change my mind. I was hopelessly in love – I still am.

Last night, when I was… relaxing her… I came with her just by squeezing my legs together while my fingers were inside her and my mouth was on her breast. My body ignited when I felt her trembling, when I saw how easily she trusted me with her pleasure. When her pussy clenched around my fingers, it took everything in me not to reach between my legs with my other hand, give myself the same relief I was giving her. But I instinctively clenched my thighs, and the next thing I knew, I was in heaven. I don’t think she noticed and I didn’t want her to – last night was about taking care of her, not about me getting off. She’s not my sex toy; I never want her to think that. But, fuck, I’ll be anything she wants.

“We’ll be at the base soon,” I murmur now, my voice coming outlow and husky. The way her facial muscles relax warms my heart. She even gives me a tentative little smile, and I want to bite my fist again from all the emotions it evokes. She’s so damn precious.

“Do you think they communicate with other bases?” she asks quietly. “Would I be able to find out if my parents made it to safety?”

My heart clenches at the pain in her voice. I’m half tempted to command my brother to turn toward California instead. But seeing as traveling just one hundred and fifty miles is taking this long, I’m not sure if we’d ever make it across the continent. I wonder what it’s like to be close to your parents. They were mostly just gene donors for Axel and me.

“Sure,” I say, though I worry I’m just placating her. I turn forward again, not wanting to see the hope on her face. “Eventually.”

“We’re probably gonna have to share our food when we get there,” Axel rumbles. I hum and tap my fingers against my knees, thinking.

“How about if we bury it near the base? That way we can always go get some food if they don’t have enough,” I suggest.

My brother scoffs. “If they let us out, you mean.”

Linda leans forward between our seats, her scent of vanilla and raspberries invading my nose like an ancient curse made especially for me. My clit pulses at the memory of how strong the scent was under her large, soft breasts.

“We should share our food with the other survivors,” she says vehemently. “Not everyone was as lucky as we were to get some before the shelves were emptied.”

I scrunch up my nose at her innocent sensibilities. I bet Axel’s going to have something nice to say about that. Ah, yes, here we go.

“You’re more naïve than a fairytale princess trusting her stepmother, Pooh. These same people you want to share our hard-earned food with would raise their noses at you if you were starving on the street.”

He’s right, of course, and Linda must realize it too because sheplops back into her seat and I can see her bounce against the backrest in the rearview mirror. Her shoulders slump and her hands fall onto her lap dejectedly.

I open my mouth to soothe the burn, but Axel slams the brakes just as I do, and I’m propelled forward. Good thing I always wear a seatbelt. Linda slams into my seat with a grunt. Before I can check that she’s alright, I see what had Axel braking like a maniac – another roadblock.

“Fuck!” I hiss. These bandits have guns, not rocks. “Go, go, go!” I yell at Axel, but he’s already turning the car around. My brother was never slow to react. We spent enough time on the streets to get the skills we needed to survive.

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