Page 23 of Chasing My Bliss (Behind The Lens #6)

Felicity

I head straight for my bed, nearly tripping over my own feet as I try to remove my shoes.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I quickly remove my pants before reaching into my nightstand drawer and pull out my bullet vibrator.

My body is thrumming, my clit pulsing, begging for me to touch and ease the burn.

The tiny device comes to life with the press of a button and I lay back on my bed, placing it firmly against my clit. It won’t take long, my body is already primed for a release from watching Roxy.

I run the vibrator in tiny circles around my clit, pulling my pillow over my face to stifle my moans.

My legs fall apart, giving me better access to my tiny bundle of nerves, and I press the vibrator firmly against it as my orgasm takes over.

I fight the urge to remove it, riding out the wave of my euphoria, not wanting it to end.

Tossing the pillow off my head, I lay there with my eyes closed, a heaving mess. Satisfied, yet not. Silently craving more. I need more than just release. I need to understand what the hell is happening between us.

A click catches my attention and I jump up in the bed, my eyes shooting to the door. It’s closed just as I left it when I came in. I shake my head, quietly laughing at my paranoia. No one’s in the room. I’m alone.

I swing my legs off the bed, my toes touching the floor before my feet.

I don’t think I’m ever going to hate the feeling of softness beneath my skin.

A warm change from the cold floor. Reaching down, I pick up my panties and pull them on, before stepping over to my dresser and taking out a pair of leggings, not wanting to put my jeans back on.

My hand takes hold of the cold knob and I turn it slowly, carefully opening the door, unsure if Roxy is still recording and not wanting to interrupt her.

I’ve barely stepped into the hallway when I hear her.

“Felicity,” she calls, not from the studio room, but from her bedroom. And from how echoey her voice sounds, she’s deep inside her room. Maybe the bathroom?

“Yeah,” I shout back.

“Can you come here?”

Fuck!

“Uh… yeah.”

I push her cracked bedroom door open and step inside. A low hiss echoes from the bathroom—soft, steady. The shower’s running.

I gulp. Frozen in my spot.

Every few seconds, there's a slight change in the sound—a shift in pressure, the squeak of wet feet repositioning, the thud of a shampoo bottle being set down. It’s an intimate sound, private and ordinary, but in this moment, it feels amplified.

Knowing that she’s just beyond that door, bare skin under hot water, steam curling around her like a veil, has my needy pussy amping up, craving another orgasm.

“Felicity,” she calls again.

“I’m here.”

I step into the bathroom and I don’t know why, but I close my eyes for a second, trying not to look at her directly.

She lets out a laugh, one that makes my heart warm because it’s so genuine.

“Open your eyes,” she orders.

“What do you need?” I ask her, pretending like I didn’t hear her previous statement.

The water stops, and she speaks up again. “I want you to open your eyes.”

I open them slowly, keeping my gaze down, her bare feet in my sight.

“Look at me.” Her sultry voice begs me to do her bidding.

My eyes rise slowly, taking in her long, bare, tan legs. Her hairless mound, voluptuous breasts, until they land on her soft, pink, pouty lips.

“Good girl, Bliss.” She steps over to me, water dripping from her body onto the tile floor. “Did you like watching me?”

My eyes go wide at her words. She knew.

She reaches out her fingers, skirting along the hem of my shirt before she takes hold of it and lifts it slowly. My body refuses to fight her, my arms raising to allow her to remove it.

“I…uh…I…I’m sorry.” I stutter the words out.

“Shh, don’t be sorry.” She steps closer to me, her body flush with mine as she reaches behind my back and unhooks my bra.

“I liked you watching me. I came so hard.” She rests her head in the crook of my neck, her mouth right at my ear as she whispers.

“I heard you too. It was so hot. The way you were pleasuring yourself because of me.”

Roxy leans back and I’m left standing there, frozen, unable to form any words.

She takes hold of the waistband of my leggings and lowers them slowly, kneeling down with the movement as if my pants and her were the same being.

Roxy kneels before me, my legs shoulder width apart and her face flush with my bare core. I still haven’t been able to say anything. So overtaken by the intensity of the moment. The sexual tension coursing between us. She presses her nose to my mound and inhales deeply.

“Mmmm, you smell delicious. Just as I remember.” She reaches her hand between my legs, her fingers sliding through my seam, back to front, right to my clit. “So wet baby. Is this all for me? Did I do this to you?”

I nod my head, my body on fire from her touch. “I like that. Want to know a secret?”

“Yes,” flows breathlessly from my mouth.

She pulls her hand away and I miss it instantly.

Roxy stands, taking my hand in hers and steps backward, toward the bathroom vanity.

Only when the back of her body bumps into it does she let go of me.

Her hands come down on the counter behind her as she lifts up her body, angling her body so that her back rests against the glass of the shower wall.

There’s just enough counter space for her to sit perfectly, while extending one leg out over the sink basin and dropping the other over the side.

She hooks a drawer open with her toes, propping her foot on it.

Roxy sits there, her gleaming pussy on perfect display for me.

“I made you come. Now come here and return the favor,” she commands, her hand already kneading her right breast.

I climb onto the sink carefully and place my knees with exact precision on any spot available while I straddle her left leg. Leaning into her, I take her lips with mine while I reach down and run my fingers through her wet folds. She feels fucking amazing.

If her pussy was a drug, then I’d surely be an addict.

“That feels so good, Baby. Rub my clit,” she beckons through a moan.

I let one finger slip inside her tight little hole, then another, thrusting them in and out while I flick my tongue across her nipple. My body is crying out in agony from the position, the hardness of the countertop, but I don’t fucking care. This moment is everything.

I need more. No, I want more.

Pulling away from her, I maneuver my body and lower back down to the floor.

I want more than to have my hands on her.

I want to taste her. When we did our video, she ate my pussy, but I didn’t reciprocate.

I just finger fucked her. Now it’s my chance to see how good she tastes, if I truly want to be with her.

Not by convenience or for work, but by choice.

“Lick my pussy,” Roxy orders, and I don’t think twice.

I stick out my tongue, flattening it as I lower my face to her pussy, running my tongue from her taint to her clit. Flicking my tongue around her tiny bud, I can feel her squirming beneath me. She likes it. And so do I. Not only how she tastes, but that I’m pleasuring her.

Fuck me, this is so hot.

I swipe my tongue through her seam again until I reach her hole. Running it along the opening, I thrust it inside, fucking her with my tongue as if it were a dick, while placing my fingers on her clit, pressing and squeezing it between the pads of my fingers.

I can hear her moans, her words, but I can’t distinguish what she’s saying. All I know is that I’m loving this, her, and all I want is to taste her juices, to swallow every last drop.

Her body trembles beneath me, just as she cries out. “I’m coming, Baby.”

She presses her legs together, squeezing my head between them, but I don’t care. I keep going.

I feel her juices coating my tongue, dripping down my mouth. Only when she releases the grip she has on me do I stop.

“Fuck me. You sure you never ate pussy before?”

I grin, the corner of my lip turning up into a smirk as l let out a soft laugh.

After taking a shower, a second one for her, we dress and order some food. We sit on the couch, our legs pulled up, our bodies angled toward each other and fingers intertwined on the back of the couch. Our eyes lock on each other as we just soak up the moment in silent bliss.

Now’s the time.

I feel good about us. Well, kinda. But we need to discuss everything, especially her family.

“Roxy.” All I can get out is her name.

“I know what you’re going to ask, and I’ve told you before, Felicity.

I don’t mind sharing. Ezra holds a huge chunk of your heart and I know you’re not ready to let go of him.

Call me an optimist. I fully believe he’s going to come to his senses and beg you to take him back.

I want you, too. All I ask is that you save a piece of that heart for me. ”

“You’d share me?”

She just nods her head as she beams a hundred-watt smile at me.

“Duh. Of course. You’d have your relationship with him. I just ask for one for myself. I don’t know about us all being in the same bed, naked during sex. Not without an EpiPen close by. You know my aversion to real dick. But I’d be willing to suffer through it for you.”

Roxy reaches out with her free arm, running her fingers through my hair before turning my face to hers and kissing me.

“I’d like that. But right now, I don’t have that same optimism. And I already know he wouldn’t share,” I say sullenly.

“You don't know that. People will do things you’d never expect for love.”

I just nod my head, biting on my lip as I prepare to broach the next topic. I’m not sure how she will react to my questions.

“There’s something else I want to talk to you about.” I shift my gaze away from her, looking at anything but her.

“My dad and the brother that I want to disappear,” she says bluntly.

My head whips back to her, my gaze locking on hers.

“How did you know?”

“Because I know them. My dad is harmless enough. He can get a little handsy and his eyes linger a tad too long on a woman’s finer attributes.

” My body stiffens, and she pauses. My mom married a fucking asshole.

“I can tell you he loves your mom. I’ve never seen him act like he does with any other woman.

Not even my own mom. I don’t see him straying, even if he is still checking out the menu.

And I saw him checking you out. I cornered him later that night and had a few words about that. ”

“And your brother?” I ask, soaking in what she said about her dad.

“He’s a fucking asshole. And not my brother.” She emphasizes the not part. “He’s a sleaze, and I’d keep very far away from him if I were you. Make sure you’re never alone with him.”

I have no intentions of being alone with either of them.

“Is my mom okay with him being there?”

I hate that I even have to wonder if she’s safe around him. But knowing what I know now…I do.

“Yeah. He has a specific taste in women and she’s none of them.” She looks more critically at me, swallowing before speaking again. “In fact, we have similar taste in women, and you’re exactly what he goes after.”

Her words hit me like a brick. Suddenly, I’m more grateful than ever that I never moved into that house.