Page 81 of Blood from the Marrow
Despite the defiance in her dark eyes, Elena moistened her lips and dropped to her knees. Heart pounding like she’d jumped out of an airplane and lived, Marisol didn’t move her hand out of Elena’s hair. Didn’t loosen her grip while she watched Elena’s perfect mouth part slowly. She made a fist when her body trembled at the sight of Elena’s sinfully long tongue finding the very tip of her strap.
“Is this what you want?” Elena’s sultry tone was the heat rampaging down Marisol’s spine. The desire pounding at her core. “Do you want me to get it wet?”
Looking up at her with wide eyes, Elena couldn’t sell innocent. Good thing Marisol wasn’t looking for wholesome. Thepower of having Elena submit to her just because she asked was unmatched.
“It’s all the lube you’re getting, so you better make sure it’s soaked,” Marisol warned. She wasn’t sure she meant it, but it sounded so good.
Elena’s groan was a rumble in her chest before the strap disappeared into her mouth. Staring at her, Marisol’s jaw dropped. There was no way she was going to pull this off.
“God, I love Bad Sandy,” Zuri panted before threading her fingers through Marisol’s hair and pulling her in for a kiss.
And then Elena’s hand was snaking up Marisol’s bare thigh. Fingers digging into Marisol while prompting her to swing her hips forward. Zuri’s hands were all over Marisol’s chest, adding fuel to a fire that was already raging.
Zuri kissed her harder, tongue claiming her mouth with the same ferocity as Elena’s fingers bruising Marisol’s flesh. It was the all-consuming high of being desperately wanted, and Marisol gave herself over to it without another thought.
Breaking the kiss Marisol would have drowned in forever, Zuri dropped her arm to hold Marisol by the waist. They both watched Elena, who was taking her job so seriously Marisol could almost feel what she was doing. Could imagine the strap as part of her own body. She nearly felt the wet heat of Elena’s mouth while she swallowed her completely. The vibration of her moans every time she hit the back of her throat. The pressure from her soft, full lips. Her velvet soft tongue swirling around the tip.
Marisol strained to feel her. Holding the strap with the hand she wasn’t using to hold Zuri close, Marisol pushed it against herself. Grinding against the base, she sighed at the surge of relief. She’d gotten too turned on too fast, and now any friction was enough to shove her over the edge.
Throwing her head back, Marisol’s thighs trembled. Her knees shook, begging her to sit down and let go. Zuri’s whispered curses and Elena’s muffled moans pulsed in her body until there was nothing for Marisol to do but give in.
“Don’t be so greedy, Bambi,” Zuri growled, forcing Marisol to look down just in time to see her yank Elena’s head back.
Lips swollen and skin flushed, Elena was breathtaking when she looked at Zuri. When she ran her fangs over her bottom lip and promised, with nothing but her eyes, to wreck them both.
Determined not to lose the illusion of control, Marisol tugged Elena’s hair. “Not yet.”
Without challenge, Elena got to her feet. But Marisol didn’t indulge her desire to kiss her. Instead, she moved her backward, telling her to lie across the foot of the bed.
Before Elena complied with her demand, Marisol tugged her towel open and let it fall to the floor. There was almost nothing like the sight of Elena naked. Marisol imagined she looked like a Spartan soldier, strong and unstoppable.
Elena didn’t hide her grin. She really loved to be admired as much as Zuri said she did.
“Get on your back,” Marisol said before she lost focus.
Amused, Elena complied. Splayed across the foot of the bed, she looked like a goddess ready to be worshiped. Marisol was more than ready to revere her, even if it wasn’t the way she expected.
Deciding that she wanted to remain standing, Marisol grabbed Elena by the back of the legs and pulled her to the side of the bed in a single, smooth motion.
“Fuck,” Elena cursed, arrogant smirk lost when she furrowed her brow.
“You might want to get that one wet too… unless you want it to hurt,” Marisol said with borrowed confidence, gesturing to Zuri standing at the foot of the bed and inches from Elena.
This time it was Zuri who cursed. Looking down at Elena, Zuri combed her damp hair away from her face when Elena turned her head toward her. Marisol bit the inside of her cheek, but she couldn’t suppress her groan when Elena opened her mouth again. When she put one hand on Zuri’s hip to bring her closer.
Reading her mind, Elena snaked her free hand over her own body. Elena took her time, knowing that Marisol and Zuri were riveted. She teased one nipple and then the other, moaning with Zuri’s strap in her mouth and back arching off the bed.
Marisol let Elena put on a show. Let her writhe and groan until she parted her thighs. Until she was glistening with desire and her hand was skimming down her trembling belly. She caught Elena by the wrist before she could relieve the pressure.
“Did you forget this is your punishment?” Marisol asked, knowing damn well Elena had.
Elena’s fingers curled into a fist, but she didn’t struggle against her hold. Marisol rewarded her by running the tip of her strap over her clit. This time, when Elena’s back arched off the bed, it wasn’t performative.
Holding Elena’s wrist with one hand and guiding the strap with the other, Marisol dipped into Elena’s entrance to gather her arousal. Moving too slowly and too lightly, Marisol spread it everywhere.
“Open wider,” she said, looking up to find both Zuri and Elena entranced by her actions. The thrill of their captured attention spurred her on.
With one knee on the bed, Marisol pushed Elena’s leg back. While they watched, Marisol glided the underside of the strap over Elena’s wet center. Swaying her hips, Marisol set an agonizingly slow pace. She let Elena grind against her strap, knowing it wasn’t nearly enough pressure to do anything but drive her crazy.
