Page 42 of Count Your Lucky Stars
“Fuck,” Olivia whimpered, pulse throbbing between her legs, heavy and insistent.
Margot’s lips curved, a hot puff of air escaping, damp against Olivia’s neck. “Want me to keep talking?”
This was so far from the talking Olivia had meant, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind. Not when Margot was whispering hot and dirty in her ear.
“Please,” Olivia murmured.
Margot hummed, fingers of the hand still beneath Olivia’s cardigan sliding higher, curving around the side of Olivia’s body, over her ribs, brushing the bottom of her breast. Margot’s thumb grazed Olivia’s nipple through the thin lace of her bra. Her teeth nipped at Olivia’s ear at the same time as she pinched her nipple, making Olivia gasp, her thighs clenching together. “Is this okay?”
She pinched harder and Olivia whined, squirming. Olivia lifted a trembling hand from Margot’s shoulder and tangled it in her hair.
“God, yes.” She panted. “Please. Don’t stop. Keep talking.”
“You’re so soft, Liv,” Margot whispered, hand still cupping Olivia’s breast. “And you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Yeah?”
Both Margot’s brows rose as she leaned back, fingers drawing teasing circles over Olivia’s lace-covered skin, causing Olivia to openly shiver. The corners of Margot’s mouth curled in obvious delight. “Yeah.” Her tongue darted, wetting her bottom lip, and her dark eyes swept over Olivia’s face, a flash of something that looked like insecurity flickering within them. “Do you want to go to my room?”
Olivia’s tongue was thick, stuck to the roof of her mouth. “Yeah. Yes.”
One hundred percent, absolutely, unequivocallyyes.
A shy smile tugged at the corners of Margot’s mouth, herface flushed pink. “I had my annual appointment last month. Everything came back negative, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Olivia’s heart thudded hard against her sternum. “Um, same. I mean, not last month. I got tested after... you know.” She didn’t want to talk about Brad right now. “And I haven’t been with anyone since, either.”
If Margot thought it was strange that she hadn’t slept with anyone since Brad, she didn’t say. Fingers still laced with Olivia’s, Margot helped her off the couch, letting go to steady her when she swayed softly, legs wobbly and knees weak. Margot’s hands slipped under Olivia’s cardigan, fingers curling around her hips, pressing close, walking Olivia backward.
“Keep talking,” Olivia whispered.
Margot crowded Olivia, pressing her back against the hallway wall. Margot’s breath puffed against her mouth, a prelude to the tender brush of her lips.
“You want to know what I want to do to you?” Margot whispered against Olivia’s mouth, one hand sliding out from Olivia’s sweater to cradle the side of her neck, Margot’s thumb brushing against Olivia’s chin, skimming the front of her throat.
Olivia’s whole body prickled with heat. “Mm-hmm.”
Margot crowded closer, brushing her lips along Olivia’s jaw, tracing the path her fingers had just made, only with her lips. Margot’s tongue darted out, licking the hollow above Olivia’s collarbone, teeth gently scraping her skin, making her shudder. Olivia’s head fell to the side as she bared her neck.
“God, Liv.” The hand on Olivia’s hip inched lower, sliding beneath the waist of her skirt and between Olivia’s thighs, cupping her over the damp lace of her underwear. “You have no idea how badly I want to put my mouth on you.No idea.” Margot nuzzled at the side of Olivia’s throat, whimpering softly. “Jesus, just the thought of you riding my tongue has me fucking soaked, Liv.”
“Please.” Hips canting into Margot’s hand, Olivia sought friction,something. “Touch me.”
Margot’s hand slid higher, fingers slipping beneath the lace of Olivia’s underwear and lower, sliding over Olivia’s trimmed curls, fingertips circling her clit, making the muscles in Olivia’s stomach jump. “Like this?”
Olivia clutched at Margot’s upper arms and arched into her touch, hips dancing, back bowing away from the wall.
“More,” she rasped.
Lips dragging up Olivia’s throat, Margot slid her fingers down Olivia’s slit. A hiss escaped Margot’s mouth. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”
Two fingers sank inside her with ease, and Olivia clenched around them, heat unspooling slowly inside her belly when Margot crooked them forward. What started as a slow drag quickly stole the air from Olivia’s lungs as Margot’s fingers sped, pressing hard and fast.
Olivia’s thighs trembled, her hands sliding down Margot’s arms to curl around her elbows, clutching hard, feeling shaky, like she was going to fly apart, like she wasn’t quite sure where she’d land.“Fuck.”
Margot laughed, breath damp and hot against the side of Olivia’s neck. “You’re so pretty like this. Shaking and desperate.” Her teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of Olivia’s earlobe,drawing a high whine from the back of Olivia’s throat. “Andsowet. You’re dripping down the back of my hand, Liv.”
Her face burned, heat rising to the surface of her skin at the slick sounds coming from between her thighs each time Margot curled her fingers.“Please.”
