Page 18 of Push & Pull
Petra was there, flinging her body against Simone’s and landing a kiss directly on her mouth. As the bed slightly creaked and the first groan of acquiescence hit the air, Petra thanked the night that the lights were already off. She did her best work in the dark.
Chapter 7
Lookatyou,beinga mess again.
Simone had given up many of her more destructive vices since her last stint in rehab. Even cigarettes had gone the wayside outside of a weekly indulgence that she often regretted (but so enjoyed in the moment.) As the night before proved, she really should lay off the liquor.Are beer and wine okay?What a thing to wonder when she was pinned beneath a woman half her size but twice her weight in personality alone.
Because the one vice Simone Evans struggled to mitigate was sex. Particularly, sex with women she barely knew.
The more I give up, the more partners I want.She craved validation like she used to crave a cigarette, and it wasn’t something she could blame on the death of her mother and the strange, ludicrous actions of her father in the aftermath. Simone had been starved for sexual attention since she went to college and discovered that her attraction to women wasn’t simplythere.It was a core part of her – and she yearned to express it.
Didn’t matter if Petra was a bit suspicious. All that mattered was that Simone had sensed something in her as the hangover dissipated and forced proximity had made them open up more.
No, that something wasn’t Petra’s preference for other women. It was the way Simone guessed she made love. Because if there was one thing Simone Evans could not turn down, it was sex with a woman who knew how to make her bite the pillow.
Any pillow. Even cheap hotel pillows.Sometimes those are the hottest kind.A sexy stranger in a mid-range hotel, complete with a squeaky mattress and a view of a busy roadway a few floors below. For every car that honked in the night, there was another finger threatening to break Simone’s sanity.
She had to hand it to Petra – the woman knew how to kiss, and say all the right words.
“How did I know you’d be into it like this?” Petra’s voice was deep enough to dive into as she pinned Simone’s hands above her head and straddled her with two strong thighs. “Are you telling me you like it when someone else takes control?”
“Dunno.” Simone wasn’t one for much talking when she was doing the deed, but some questions required answers. “You like taking control?”
“I like putting spoiled girls like you in their place, yeah.”
I always need to be put in my place…The attraction to the verbiage could probably be traced all the way back to private school when young, pubescent Simone overheard older girls and the teachers talk aboutdiscipline.The only times Simone got in enough trouble to be disciplined with harsh, scolding words was when she craved the attention.Some girls got in trouble because their parents didn’t love them enough. I got in trouble because I like it when someone I’m attracted to puts me in my place.Sometimes that was her female teachers, who had no idea what they played into. Sometimes that was the older girls in her school, who either ignored her or invited Simone to their perverted parties. Where else was she supposed to lose her virginity? Was shenotsupposed to fool around at her friend’s party? Where a senior got her drunk enough with her to go into the parents’ room and get fingered next to a wedding photo?
That girl had turned out to be a huge mess, but Simone never regretted it. She often fondly looked back to that dark night in a stranger’s bed, humping the hand of someone whose name she barely remembered.
Some things never changed. Petra was a lot like that girl from the high school party. Not only the way she quickly got on top of Simone and kissed her like she had been holding it in all day – it was the way she went straight for touching Simone in all of the most dazzling places. Simone was putty beneath the hands of any woman who knew how to grab her breasts and mound, regardless of how many clothes they wore.
“You really are a princess, aren’t you?” An excited giggle nearly betrayed her role in this bed. Perhaps it wasn’t a role she verbally signed up for, but Simone understood it had been done.I lie here and make the noises you want, and you get to touch me wherever you want.“You want me to serve you, don’t you, princess?”
Petra’s finger easily slid into Simone’s parting slit. As much as Simone attempted to contain her gasp, she was soon blindsided by the stimulation that suddenly surged through her whole body. Soon, she would be loose enough in every sense of the word.
“I bet you’re fun when you’re coming. Aren’t you in luck?” Petra’s mouth dove for Simone’s sensitive ear while that finger dove for her entrance down below.I don’t know what’s getting me first…Was it the pair of lips sucking on her earlobe? Or the finger plunging as far as it could go into her? All Simone knew was that she should remove her shorts. Soon. They were in the way of her maximizing the potential of her spreading legs. “I love making girls come.”
So did Simone, but shereallyloved this kind of attention. Knowing that she had lured Petra into this situation was half of what turned her on.It’s the reason I’m already halfway to orgasming.Stranger sex was the best sex. If Simone knew her partner, she simply pretended that this was a whirlwind affair that left her in a puddle of her despondency by the end of it. At least she would have those erotic memories.
“Maybe I should have asked if you like dirty talk.” Petra’s tongue drew a hot and hedonistic line from Simone’s ear to her throat. “I assumed. My bad.”
She said that with her finger still hooked inside of Simone. “You got me,” Simone said, breathless. “Nothing gets me off more.”
A considerate purr vibrated against Simone’s cheek. She was certainly a mess for it. “If I were to guess what kind of sound you make when you come, it would be a really loud squeak. How close am I?” Her knuckles curled within Simone, inciting a heavy gasp that raised her chest into the air. Petra’s teeth went right for the nipple hardening through Simone’s T-shirt. “Ooh, do you growl like a wild animal? That would be fucking hot. Let’s find out.”
Her index finger attempted to join the party inside of Simone. Any slight pain Simone felt from the sudden addition was soon mitigated into more pleasure ripping straight to her brain. “I dunno.” She refused to squeak. If Petra was going to call her out like that, she would refuse.I only squeak sometimes. For the right person.Someone she really trusted with that more vulnerable part of herself. “Call me a slut and find out.”
“Mm?” Petra rocked both fingers into Simone, the palm of her hand rubbing up and down the mound that now met her hypnotic rhythm. The bed soon joined them in their easy rocking. “You think getting into bed withmemakes you a slut? I can’t tell if I’m flattered or not.” Another kiss came for Simone. She wrapped her arms around Petra, refusing to let her get away now that they were pressed together. “Guess I’m flattered. I love slutty girls.”
The way she calls me a girl isn’t weird at all…Even when Simone was younger and arguably a girl, she was always weirded out when women referred to her as one in bed. With Petra, though? It sounded sincere, as if it didn’t change her opinion of Simone in the slightest.
“Are you a slut, too?” Simone couldn’t believe she asked that, let alone when her whole brain was now nothing but the fog of sex, but it was too late. Her embarrassing words were out of her mouth. Time to find out if it was an even playing field.
“If you want me to be a slut, honey, I’m the biggest fucking slut you’ve ever met. Ask me what I was doing last weekend.”
Simone’s back attempted to arch as her legs spread a bit more and Petra’s two fingers made themselves at home deep inside of their target. One of Simone’s arms looped above her head, grabbing the pillow and occasionally splaying across the headboard. Her other arm securely held Petra in place as they came for one another in the darkness. “What were you doing last weekend?”
“Nowhere near as deep in some other girl.” Petra had joined Simone in losing clarity to her words. That only turned Simone on more. “You’re like the goddamn Marianas Trench in here. Give me your fucking G-spot already.”
