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“Fuck them.” My pussy clenches in anticipation.
Before I can register what’s happening, Tamayo’s lifting me off her lap and maneuvering me to turn around and sit, my back against her chest. She wraps a hand around my throat without an ounce of pressure, simply guiding my head to rest against her shoulder as her fingers drag up, up, up the inside of my thigh.
“That’s right.” Tamayo bites my earlobe, and my ass presses into her. She holds me close as she swipes up the seam of me over my panties, the fabric soaked through. My breath hitches. Her teeth skim the skin behind my jaw. “I fuck them.”
And then she finally,finallytouches me.
If I couldn’t stop myself begging, there’s no hope to quiet the moan that falls from my mouth. Tamayo’s grip twitches on my throat, like the sound is affecting her more than anything else I’ve done. She circles my clit, and I roll forward into her. I grab her wrist with both hands and ride her fingers, biting down on another too-loud moan.
“Ah, ah.” She adjusts her grip on my neck, pressing her thumb on my chin until I give in, mouth falling open with a mewl. “That’s right, princess. Let me hear you.”
My body twitches of its own accord.
Tamayo hums in my ear, fingers stroking harder, my hips setting the pace.
Her grasp on my chin keeps my mouth open, and wordstumble out, broken and breathless. “Ooh, yes, Tamayo. Fuck me, please.”
“Good girl,” she rumbles. Her lips find my neck as she releases my chin, fingers slipping down to my chest. She licks below my ear at the same time she scrapes her nails over the thin fabric of my dress covering my nipple. My body shudders and throbs.
“Harder.” I don’t know what I mean—her hands, her teeth. I justneed.
She answers. Her hand presses harder, rubbing faster over my clit; her teeth dig into the column of my neck; and her fingers pinch my nipple and pull, making my back arch and shooting sensation straight to my core.
And the whirlpool finally crests into a tidal wave.
I go taut as a bowline pulled tight in a storm until it snaps with the force of the wave, and then I’m tipping over, swirling under, lost at sea. My orgasm washes over me. Tamayo doesn’t stop, holding me tight by my chest, teeth in my neck, fingers ushering me through like a lighthouse. My jaw drops wide, and a high mewl trembles out of me.
Small pecks litter my neck, and nails tickle up and down my arms. My chest heaves. I turn my face into Tamayo’s ear, and a kiss lands on my forehead. Something warm soothes through me. Something unnerving in its unfamiliarity.
Tamayo’s fingers leave my panties, drifting up my dress. I crack my eyes open to watch as she opens her mouth, her gaze holding mine captive. My wetness glistens over her knuckles, and when she brings them to her mouth to lick them clean, a sound unbecoming of a mafia princess crawls up my throat.
I look from her lips to her fingers and back to her lips. They’re shiny with spit andme,beckoning me to lean in. She’s inches away. The space is negligible, the distance between us simple to close. To taste myself on her tongue. I reach forward?—
A knock cuts through the dense fog of lust.
I snap backward. At some point between when we started and when I finished, the car stopped moving. At some point, I forgot we were in a car.
“We’re home,” Pat’s voice calls through the window.
Tamayo takes my weight under my elbows and helps me move onto the bench seat. I let her, yanking my skirt down like she didn’t just have her hands on my pussy, on my breasts. I glance back to the door then to Tamayo reaching under the seat and pulling out a packet of wet wipes. She holds them out to me with a blank look, no longer smug nor lidded nor anything. It’s worse than the unbothered smirk.
I wave off the offer. “What does this mean?”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything.” She takes a couple for herself, cleaning her hands then her pants. “We’re consenting adults, and we both wanted this.”
“And we’re fake engaged.”
She stuffs the dirty wipes into her pocket and slips the packet back under the seat. “This doesn’t affect our deal.”
Deal.Like what we did was just business. Detached and impersonal and nothing.
“So we just sweep it under the rug?” I ask. “Never speak of it again?”
Tamayo cocks her head. “Do you want more?”
I swallow hard. No. Yes. Maybe. “I don’t know.”
“Let me know when you do.” She leans across me and opens the door without another word.