Page 21 of Crescendo

I should have been embarrassed. Melinda wasn’t part of it, she wasn’t supposed to know.

But I didn’t care. I wanted to hear Lydia talk about it.

Wanted to hear how desperate Lydia’s voice was when she did talk about it.

I wanted her to tell the whole world how badly she wanted me, because wasn’t that amazing?

Wasn’t it incredible that I needed her on my body more than I’d ever needed anyone and it was there in her voice—the way she needed me too?

“It was fucking hot, Melinda,” Lydia said, point blank. “ She’s fucking hot.”

My entire body flushed, my temperature spiking, my body thrumming.

“I don’t care. Do you have any idea how sexy it was touching her up under the table? How sexy it was having her touch me up under the table? I didn’t even know I was into that until her. But, fuck me, it’s hot.”

I was so close to just touching myself as I listened to her. But I didn’t want that. I wanted her.

“As if it’s that easy?” I heard her ask, and I had no idea what Melinda had said, but maybe it was easy?

We both knew the deal. We had two months. Less than ideal, but we wanted each other, needed each other. And, even if we tried to deny it, we weren’t going to make it the rest of those two months without something happening. We’d barely made it a whole week.

And weren’t we both here because we were trying to mix things up, do the things we wanted to?

“Ha, ha. As great as that would be, I don’t think charging into her room and just taking her is the play here, do you?” Lydia asked sarcastically.

I thought it was the play.

She thought I was hot.

She was holding back to be… polite?

I wasn’t.

Unsure of what had possessed me, I flung my bedroom door open and marched towards hers, not even knocking.

She sat up from where she’d been flopped on the bed. For one moment, her eyes were wide and confused, but it didn’t take long for her to see the look on my face and catch up.

She smiled the sexiest, most salacious smile I’d ever seen. “Gotta go, Melinda. Bye.”

I hummed as she ended the call and flung the phone at the armchair in the corner. Maybe later I’d feel bad for interrupting her call.

I crossed the room, immediately climbing into her lap, straddling her.

Her hands found my butt, holding me on her. “Wow,” she breathed, her pupils blown wide. “Hi.”

“Hello.” I looked at her lips—soft, beautiful, inviting, slightly parted as her breath came faster. “The rooms aren’t soundproof up here.”

“Ah.” She raised her eyebrows, squeezing my butt and pulling me closer into her. “I’d say I’m sorry, but if it gets you in my lap like this, I’m definitely not.”

“I’m not sorry,” I breathed, edging closer to her lips. I wanted to kiss her so badly. Especially when she hummed deliciously at the proximity. “Two months. I get it. It’s fine.”

“Is it?” she asked desperately.

“Yes.” It had been a long time since I’d answered anything so resolutely. “I can’t spend two months with you and not want you.”

“Believe me, I get that.”

“So. Two months. One time. Whatever. I just…” I adjusted my stance over her, keeping our mouths close together as I pressed myself into her, searching for connection, friction, anything to soothe the aching need I had for her.

“What?” she breathed, her lips brushing mine. “Tell me.”

“ You. I just want you.”

“You know, once we do this, we can’t take it back.”

I wasn’t sure how she was keeping such a rational head. It was my job to stay rational in the face of… everything. But, here we were—me, completely gone, her, thinking through the logistics.

“You think we can take back what we’ve already done?” I asked, grinding my hips against her.

She growled lightly, one hand gripping my butt tighter, the other working up my back until she found the clasp of my bra. “No.”

“Good.”

I kissed her.

Desperate, needy, aching. Our lips moved frantically against each other, tasting each other.

I felt her knees spreading apart as much as they could with me straddling her, her fingers working the clasp of my bra. Felt her moan into my mouth as she caught my lip between her teeth.

“Lydia,” I gasped between kisses, moving my hips faster against her. It wasn’t enough.

She broke the kiss, grasping me tightly, as she flipped us around and pressed me into the mattress. A moan broke free of my lips, longing and loud.

I couldn’t bring myself to care about being overheard.

“God, you’re so hot,” Lydia said, her breath coming in pants.

“You too.” I traced my hands up under her shirt— finally satiating the need I’d had all night—seeking her breasts.

She propped herself up on her elbows over me, holding my gaze right up until I slipped my hands under her bra and ran my thumbs over her nipples.

The sight of her eyes closing, her head dropping forwards, and her hair fanning around me was something I could feel directly in my clitoris, aching in my thighs, driving my hips up towards her.

“Lydia, please,” I begged. “I need you.”

“Anything you want,” she whispered, her lips kissing along my neck.

“I haven’t… in a long time,” I said, too turned on to even feel ashamed—or maybe just too safe with her to feel ashamed. “But I know I want you. Need you to touch me. Need to touch you.”

She lifted her head and smiled at me. “We can go slow.”

I breathed a laugh. “I… don’t know if I can.”

She looked up at me from under her lashes. “In that case, might I point out that I’m currently wearing a shirt with buttons that you could be making better use of.”

I laughed as my hands gripped her shirt and pulled her in for another scorching kiss, my fingers unbuttoning it rapidly. It wasn’t neat or tidy, but it was perfect. As was slipping her shirt and bra off, and the feeling of her stripping me of my clothes.

She stepped off the bed to pull her trousers off and the sight of her naked and wanting was probably the best thing I’d ever seen.

I blushed but held her gaze as she crawled back over me, licking my inner thigh as she went. I was already so very ready for her. She knew it too.

Her eyes gleamed as she settled, leaning over me, her fingers teasing along my thighs and my hips, getting closer and closer to where I needed her.

When she locked her gaze with mine, I couldn’t help but moan how much I needed her inside me. She smiled, watching me like she was absorbing every single tiny moment of this. And, when she ran her fingers over my clit and down, I writhed and cried out, begging her with my body.

She paused momentarily at my entrance, holding us there, both of us desperately aching. My fingers traced her inner thigh, feeling the tensed muscles as she held herself up, seeking her.

And she pushed inside me. Slow and sensual. Watching me with rapt attention as my eyes snapped shut, my mouth fell open, and I arched up into her touch. My head drove into her pillow with my body’s efforts to have her deeper in me.

The way she gasped my name when my fingers found her clit and I cried out in ecstasy, not caring who heard, got me closer and closer.

It seemed to have a similar effect on her.

She bucked her hips into my hand, matching my rhythm on her fingers, and I felt like I was flying and floating and falling all at the same time.

It was perfect. She was perfect. The way she played me like an instrument she’d known her whole life was perfect. I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into my orgasm as I pulled her in for another messy, wonderful, gasping kiss, loving how she covered my hand as I did.

Our breaths mingled as we came, panting hard, one after the other.

It took a moment of spaced out bliss, but, eventually, the room and the present started coming back to us and we both laughed. I felt myself blushing hard, burning up from coming and from her.

“I did say I wouldn’t be very slow…” I murmured, a little nervously.

She pulled a couple of inches back from my face. “I’m not going to be sad that I can get you off that quickly.”

My stomach swooped and I bit my lip and looked away.

Lydia smiled before pressing a quick kiss to my lips and kneeling up. She gestured to her beautiful, soft, naked form. “It’s not like I lasted any longer. Are you sad about that?”

The sight of her, her sultry tone of voice, and her words burned through me, lighting me up again as if I hadn’t just come all over her hand. “Not at all.”

“Good.” She hummed and was, apparently, feeling the exact same way I was because she trailed one hand down my body from my sternum, teasingly over my breasts, and down my stomach as she positioned herself between my legs. “How do you feel about me going down on you right now?”

My body arched towards her again, a long, loud moan ripping itself from my chest.

She grinned delightedly, lowering herself down to meet me. “Exactly what I was hoping to hear. Make sure you scream my name, Ella.”