Page 57 of Insolence
Why is it always Ghisele, for gods’ sakes?
“Both of them.” Cordelia’s voice joins in. “I swear it’s like herding cats.”
Sadrie and I are frozen and clutching one another, cheeks pressed together. Hearts pounding, our senses are heightenedand straining. We’re still inside of each other, neither of us moving, and mygods,I can feel her pulse racing through her walls.
The mixture of arousal and fear is a too-heady cocktail, yet again. And I am teetering. Right on the fraying edge of ecstasy.
“Did they go outside, do you think?”
Oh, hell.
“Let’s find out,” says Ghisele, two feet in front of my face.
Oh, no! No, no, no—
The cloaks are snapped apart to my left, light from the gas-fueled ceiling fixture filtering in just a few feet away. Startled, Sadrie flinches, her fingers curling just right, hangers scraping overhead.
Fuck!My climax jerks my torso when it erupts, my cry thankfully stifled in my throat.
But there’s no ongoing friction. She’s too distracted to realize that I’m coming. Two cloaks are torn from the hangers on my left. I have to strain to keep my hips still, acutely aware of how close we are to being found out, when all I want is to ride her fingers fast and rough.
Fabric rustles as the heavy garments are thrown around shoulders to the sounds of Cordelia and Ghisele speculating as to our whereabouts.
The electrifying pinnacle I started off with fizzles. Empty spasms wrack my pelvis, and tears prick my eyes. I can’t decide if I want to scream from disappointment or cry with mortification.
“I know how it looks,” says Cordelia, “but she’ll just have to wait.” It sounds like she’s moving further away,thank the gods.
Sadrie presses her forehead to mine, breath hissing shakily as I involuntarily clench around her, praying to be released from this unsatisfying hell.
“You don’t seem to understand.” The remaining cloaks are snapped back together, our hiding spot plunged into darknessagain. “That’s not a thing she does so well.” Ghisele's voice fades, following Cordelia out.
Relief washes over me. Somehow, miraculously, Sadrie and I are alone again. My strangely hollow spasms are finished, whatever strength I have left draining from my muscles in their wake.
“D… did you just—?” Amusement laces Sadrie's tone as we slide out of each other.
“Yes.”
Her soft laughter ghosts across my cheek. “Oh, my gods. Now you're the poor baby.”
“Enjoying yourself, are you?”
She grabs my hand. A delicious shiver ripples through me while she licks my fingers clean, followed by her own.
“Tiss, when you’re coming, I amalwaysenjoying myself.”
I give her arm a light smack. “Gods, you’re dangerous.”
“A terrible influence,” she agrees.
Groaning, I shove past her. “All I have to say is, it's a good thing you're as charming as you are. Andthat? That waswaytoo damn close!” My hair is a nest of static when I emerge, my knees barely supporting my weight. The inferno inside of me is infinitely worse for having been stoked and left unsatisfied.
But my stomach is flipping with something that resembles glee, of all things. While my ruined climax gave me little in the way of pleasure, thereliefcoursing through me in the wake of powerful muscle spasms and nearly getting caught, yet again, is almost euphoric. The combination is a hell of a mind-fuck.
She squeezes out behind me, giggling, her cheeks flushed and her curls a tousled mess. “We probably shouldn’t do that again.”
Arranging my face in my sternest glare, I spin around. “Are you actually insane? That was never up for debate.”
“Admit it, though. That was invigorating.”
