Page 130 of The Ampersand Effect
dragging her teeth—slow, possessive—from ear to clavicle. “F—fuck me, Tobin. Now. Hard.”
Tobin growled—low, primal. She spun Grier, pressing her chest against the boathouse wall, her own hips flush against Grier’s ass. Her hands slid around the front of Grier’s shorts, working the button open with practiced urgency.
Her palms roamed over Grier’s curves, fingertips tracing the dips of her waist before tugging the shorts and underwear down in one fluid motion. Grier stepped out of them withouthesitation, her breath catching as the summer air kissed newly bare skin.
Tobin dropped low, her hands skimming Grier’s thighs as she kissed her way up each leg—biting lightly, licking at taut muscles that flexed beneath her lips. She paused at the curve of Grier’s ass, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss there before squeezing firmly, her fingers kneading into the supple flesh.
Above her, Grier braced herself against the boathouse, hands slipping beneath her own shirt to cup her breasts. Her head dropped forward as she gasped, breath ragged. Tobin looked up, utterly enthralled—at the arch of her back, the flush along her skin, the way Grier offered herself so completely.
Tobin stood and grabbed Grier’s hips, pulling her back and using her thigh to nudge her legs apart—opening her. She groaned at the sight of Grier’s slick arousal glistening down her thighs, and reached for it, wetting her fingers before plunging firmly into her heat, immediately finding Grier’s G-spot. They moaned in unison as Tobin began to move, slow and deliberate, feeling Grier’s walls grasp around her fingers—her own walls pulsing in response.
“I said hard and fast, baby,” Grier begged, her voice wrecked with need.
“I heardhard,” Tobin purred, teasing, “but nothing about fast.” She relished the way Grier’s body clenched around her. The sound of her wetness grew slicker, louder by the second as Tobin fucked her from behind.
“Fast,” Grier whined. “Please, Tobin. I—I need to…”
Her plea dissolved into a moan as Tobin slipped a third finger into her on the next thrust. She flexed them inside her, coating them with her wetness, then brought her other hand around to spread her open. Her thumb began to circle Grier’s clit at the exact moment her arm began to piston faster, harder, rhythmically into Grier’s clenching sex.
Grier’s hand slid from her breast to brace against the wall, her body trembling under the ferocity of Tobin’s movements. She panted, glancing over her shoulder—watching Tobin as she fucked her. It was a heady rush, taking Grier like this—against the boathouse where Tobin had fantasized about so many similar scenarios. Where she’d touched herself, imagining what it would feel like to touch a woman this way.
Tobin found her presence when Grier’s gaze locked on hers— the hooded eyes, the parted lips, the flick of her tongue as she wet them. Her own pleasure coiled, hot and imminent.
Suddenly, Grier straightened, reaching back to draw Tobin close, aligning their bodies. Tobin’s chest grazed her back, a delicious friction teasing her nipples. With Grier’s stance widened, Tobin found the perfect opening to lavish attention on her aching clit. Tobin rolled hips forward, syncing with the rhythm of her thrusts, her own clit catching every stroke. So close.
Grier turned her head, her lips grazing Tobin’s neck—all breath and heat. “Fuck!”
Tobin curled her fingers deeper, pressing into Grier’s G-spot. With her free hand, she slid over Grier’s clit, pinning it between her fingers, gently squeezing. Grier jerked against her, an unchecked scream tearing loose from her throat. Her fingers clawed into Tobin’s scalp, yanking her hair as the orgasm sluiced through her—relentless and shattering.
Tobin eased off, softening her rhythm, reducing pressure on both her G-spot and clit. But Grier’s thighs clamped around her hands, holding her there— anchoring her in the aftermath.
“Don’t stop—” she ordered, already rocking against her fingers. “I’m not done.”
“Christ,” Tobin breathed.
She resumed her circles over Grier’s clit, tapping rhythmically along the ridged walls inside her. She felt Grierengage her thighs, repeatedly lowering herself onto Tobin’s fingers, taking more of her in with each bounce—fucking herself at her own pace.
A sharp, needy moan tore from Grier’s throat. Tobin felt new moisture coat her fingers. Her own legs were trembling with their position—but she’d be damned if she stopped now. She’d rather die than leave Grier unsatisfied.
Grier’s whine crescendoed—then it disappeared entirely, replaced by a silent scream as the second wave of orgasm crashed through her. Tobin held her upright as her legs gave out, humming into the nape of her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin and the sex still thick in the air.
Grier’s breath came rapid and shallow, her chest heaving in Tobin’s arms. Tobin’s legs were shaking under the weight of both their bodies and her own unspent arousal. She was seconds from collapse when Grier suddenly spun in her arms, pulling Tobin into her chest and bracing them both against the boathouse wall.
They leaned there, catching their breath, while Grier reclaimed the rest of her wits. Then she pressed soft, seeking kisses to Tobin’s lips—kisses Tobin met eagerly, hungry for the contact. Grier wrapped her arms loosely around Tobin’s neck, toying with the strands of loose hair. Tobin fell into the kisses, stroking her fingers along Grier’s toned arms and leaning her full weight into her. Her legs were still too weak to hold her up.
This heady feeling wasn’t going anywhere. This constant collision of her past and present—at the apex of which stood Grier, kissing and smiling and humming into her mouth. Humming her vitality into every cell of Tobin’s being, weaving into the spaces of Tobin’s consciousness, blending with her until she no longer recognized herself. Because, at the center of it—at the heart of this feeling—all that remained was Grier. And that’s exactly what Grier was—her heart.
Tobin didn’t have a chance to evaluate this revelation, this understanding that her heart had somehow become extracorporeal. She didn’t get to consider how vulnerable that made it—made her. Because Grier broke their kiss. And when Tobin searched for her familiar amber eyes, she found them darkened, glinting with a hunger so feral it chased all thought from her mind, leaving only a wild, howling need.
She caught the shift in Grier’s gaze—a brief glance over her shoulder. Tobin started to follow her gaze, but Grier tipped up to kiss her—a smile already well-formed on her lips—stopping her in her tracks. Without a word, Grier forced Tobin backward until her ass met the rough bark of one of the trees at the orchard’s edge.
She hit the tree with a surprisedhmph, and then Grier’s hands were roaming—stroking down her arms, skimming her hips, down to the bare skin of her thighs just below the edge of her jean shorts.
Tobin’s skin tingled in the wake of her touch. She wanted to feel Grier’s skin against her own. She stroked Grier’s back, pulling her closer as she deepened her kiss. Her hands roamed lower, breaching the hem of her shirt and sliding over the curve of her ass, smiling as she remembered—Grier was still bare beneath her tee.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Grier admonished, grabbing Tobin’s hands. “You’ve had your turn. Now it’s mine.”
Grier pressed their chests together, and Tobin didn’t realize it was a setup until her hands were already behind her—Grier guiding them around the trunk like a makeshift anchor.