Page 4 of Red Light, Green Light
“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do, Red,” a dark chuckle rumbled through the locker room.
Pocketing my phone, I pressed my face against the iron bars. There were two women against the lockers across from me. I covered my mouth as I recognized them immediately.
Merrilee’s massive bronze-brown tattooed back and shoulders were obvious as they faced me. Moose got her nickname from being solid as a rock. She was over 6’7” and muscular as fuck, with biceps the size of my head, including my afro. Her black hair was wavy and long, going down her back, even in the ponytail she always wore it in. The sides were shaved in a clean design that helped to accentuate her chiseled jawline and high cheekbones. She was one of the first indigenous members of the Nine, coming from Alaska.
Even before I saw her sharp eyes half-lidded in pleasure or her distinct beauty mark under her mouth, I knew that long, choppy sleigh-red hair anywhere. Felicity was one of a few black members of the Nine, coming from Canada. Her light-skinned arms and legs wrapped around Merrilee’s neck and waist as Merrilee kissed her way down Felicity’s neck. When she buried her face there, another moan escaped Felicity’s full lips.
There had been rumors about this Nine’s Dasher and Prancer. Fraternizing with your team members wasn’t technically discouraged, but there’d never been a public precedent either. There had been talks of some past Sleigh Team members being items, but none were confirmed, not even after they left the Nine. This, of course, only perpetuated the lengthy and often convincing theories online. People had shipped members of the Nine together with some very well-written fanfiction—that I had not read, but North has told me existed—but that was as far as things had ever gone. From what I had seen, if any of the Nine past or present were a couple, it would be Merrilee and Felicity.
Well, this settled those debates.
Merrilee and Felicity were together!
And I was about to…
Fuck.
Oh, fuck fuck fuck.
I couldn’t believe this was my life right now. I was about to miss Orientation and my chance to join the Nine because I had a front-row seat to Dasher’s and Prancer’s most intimate moment. I shouldn’t be watching this. If I was caught, no telling what would happen to me.
I should have been doing any number of things, but I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t retrieve my phone from my pocket. I couldn’t deny that among my anxiety, panic, and fear, there was something else that made my thighs squeeze together to give me some relief.
This was the moment I chose to unlock a new kink? Seriously?!
“I could tell you were nervous out there,” Merry said into Felicity’s neck.
“I don’t get nervous,” Felicity rasped.
“Then why did your heart skip a beat when that pretty rookie came on the screen?”
“I have no idea who or what you are talking about.”
“Now, that’s two lies, FeFe. Why not be a good girl and tell the truth?” Merrilee said before she licked up the column of her neck. Felicity shivered, and I couldn’t help but do the same
Pretty rookie? Before Hopeful Orientation, the current Nine watched training videos about the Hopefuls. It was only fair since we had seen them compete and gotten to study them. So, who were they talking about?
Felicity roughly took Merry’s hair. Merry hissed, but it seemed more pleasure than pained. Through gritted teeth, Felicity growled, “Why don’t you shut the fuck up and put that mouth to good use?”
Merry’s chuckle filled the air again. In a blur of movement, she had Felicity on the bench, her arms pinned above her. Merry easily tore off Felicity’s matching olive green sports bra and shorts set, her beautiful large titties bouncing from the force.The protest on Felicity’s lips instantly shifted to a cry of pleasure as Merry took one of her nipples in her mouth while teasing the other between her fingers.
Merry grinned up at her. “I can multitask very well.”
“Ilikedthat set. It was a gift from a sponsor,” Felicity huffed, squirming against Merry’s grip.
“I will buy you three in every color. Then, I will get you the same set, but frommysponsor, which I know you love more.” Merry switched off her teasing of Felicity’s nipples, taking the other one in her mouth while teasing the now-glistening one with her fingers. Felicity’s back arched from the bench, and my own nipples hardened as I watched them. Every nerve in my body came alive. My clit throbbed, begging to be touched. But I had to resist. I had to be strong.
Watching is already bad enough. Let’s not add more to our list, Wynnie.
Merry shifted her knee between Felicity’s legs. Sensing an opportunity, I only caught the slightest glimpse of Felicity’s perfectly trimmed pussy before she started grinding against Merry’s knee. I sucked in a breath as I saw the smear of her wetness there. The Locker Room that had once smelled like peppermint and whatever harsh perfume one of the girls had put on before they left suddenly filled with the smell of Felicity’s arousal. It was sweet with a small dose of spice, like apples and cranberries mixed with cinnamon. My inner caribou-deer bucked in my head at the smell. I inhaled deeply, and Merry did the same when she looked down.
“You naughty little slut, you,” Merry chuckled. “Look at you, so needy and desperate, like your reins are too tight.”
Oh, no. I was in trouble.
Voyeurism might be one thing I didn’t know I was into like this, but degradation? I had read enough of Belle’s dark romances to know I wasveryinto that.
Felicity’s moans grew louder the more she ground herself against Merrilee. Merry seemed to be having a hard time maintaining her own control as she continued her relentless teasing of Felicity’s nipples. I was slipping as I snaked my hand down my body, lifting my sweater to slip my hand under my tights and skirt.
