Page 79 of Culinary Chaos
Angelica closed her eyes, breathing in the sound, the lightness, the happiness. They’d had that for a few brief moments when they’d snuck out late at night to walk downtown and dance. God, she couldn’t believe that Hope had convinced her to do that. But it had felt so good.
Biting her lip, Angelica stared at the rumpled bed.
“Fuck it.”
She sat on the edge of the mattress and unzipped her shoes, dropping them onto the floor. She had thirty minutes and that was it until the car came to drive her back to the airport. It’d been months since a woman had touched her, and it had been months since she’d touched herself. Between all of the stress and moving pieces of her life, she hadn’t even thought of it.
But the magic of Mountain View, the ease of this episode, she was actually able to think about it again. She undid the button on her slacks and pulled them down over her hips, just to her thighs. She didn’t have time for anything else.
Angelica wasted no time, sliding two fingers against her pussy, touching and testing to see where she was at. She was already wet, which was a surprise. Angelica pulled her fingers up and sighed, her eyelids fluttering shut. She needed this. She shouldn’t have waited so long.
Angelica pressed two fingers inside herself. They were instantly coated, and as soon as she was filled, she had to bite back a little moan. She focused her attention back on the doorand listened, trying to figure out where Hope had gone, but then she shook that thought from her head. Leanne would be a much better option to imagine. She and Leanne had a wild sex life, one that was fulfilling in so many ways.
Leanne would touch her confidently, controlled. She loved to dominate in the bedroom, and Angelica was all there for letting her do that. Sliding her fingers deeper inside herself, Angelica imagined Leanne’s face. The curve of her cheeks, the rosy hue that would take over when they were in the middle of fucking, the brightness of her dark brown eyes, the strands of hair that always seemed to escape the tie holding them. The way her lips would quirk up when she knew she was being devious and teasing Angelica until she’d whine through her annoyance.
Slowing her breathing, Angelica focused on the sensations rolling through her with the slide of her thumb across her clit. The pleasure was slow at first, a gentle tease of her body back to where she should have been well before now. She shouldn’t have waited so long to do this. She knew better. She was a happier person when she wasn’t so pent up with tension and stress, and this was one of the best ways to relieve that. Angelica licked her lips, imagining Leanne’s flavor against her mouth, perhaps after she’d just fucked her until she screamed.
Hope’s voice hit her ears again. “We should do it again!”
Angelica winced.
God, she must be right outside the door. Every fiber of her being was tuned in to what Hope was doing and saying, what she might be looking like. The smile on her face. The crinkles by her mouth and her eyes. The brightness in her energy that went with her everywhere. The way her eyes lit up when she was flirting, so intentional with each phrase she used. Angelica gasped.
She kept the pace of her fingers gentle and slow. She didn’t want to rush this. She resisted thoughts of Hope, trying to force her brain back to Leanne, back to their last encounter beforeeverything had shattered around them. When it had been fun, when they’d enjoyed plying each other’s bodies with pleasure until one of them screamed so loud they went hoarse.
But her mind wouldn’t stay there. When she imagined Leanne’s face between her legs everything was fine, until the woman of her imagination looked up, and she was met with Hope’s crystalline gaze. The tongue was flat against her, pushing hard, intentionally. The glint in Hope’s eyes told her she knew exactly what she was doing.
Grunting, Angelica breathed deeply. She wasn’t going to escape it, was she?
She paused her movements, a brief debate over whether to continue before she slid her fingers out of her pussy and used her own dampness to wet her clit. She wasn’t going to stop.
The air hit her damp clit, and she closed her eyes, sinking back into the dream she’d conjured up. That dampness would be Hope’s warm tongue, the chill her breath caused as she pursed her lips and blew across Angelica’s body just to tease her yet again. Angelica settled into the image, not fighting it any longer. She lifted her hips up slightly before settling them back down again. She didn’t want this to be quick, and while she had a feeling the first time Hope would make it as quick as possible, she would beg her to linger.
To take her time.
To explore every inch of Angelica’s body.
If only she had the time to do that now. Groaning, Angelica continued the slow slide of her fingers back and forth against her clit, the gentle rubbing. She kept her eyes closed, remembering the feel of a woman between her legs but imagining those touches were all from Hope. She’d sworn that Hope was going to kiss her again that night under the fairy lights, that night when the world of filming seemed so far away.
Just what was it about Hope that kept her so entranced?
Was it her smile?
Her energy?
The way she seemed to be so random and fun and full of joy?
She was the complete opposite of Angelica in so many ways, and there was only one they actually had in common. Control. But who would be in control when they were naked against each other? Who would be the one in charge and taking the lead? Angelica stopped her line of questioning. Her hips undulated with each swipe of her fingers, her nipples hardened and tightened in the cups of her bra, her cheeks heated with arousal and passion.
She was so fucking close.
“Yes, I’d love to come back. I love it here. It’s so magical…” Hope’s voice sounded farther away now, but that could just be Angelica’s heightened arousal and the way her ears were ringing. She was so close.
“Fuck,” Angelica murmured, sliding over the edge into oblivion. She crashed hard, her body trembling, her lips parted and eyes clenched. She kept the rhythm of her fingers against her, pulling out every last ounce of pleasure from her body that she possibly could. Who knew when she’d get a chance to do this again? Who knew if she’d even want to?
“Oh, I’ll check. I know she was leaving soon.”
“Fuck,” Angelica said loudly, pulling her hand from her body and standing up on weak, jellied knees. She leaned against the mattress as she pulled her pants up and tucked in her blue button up shirt. Her fingers were still damp, but the knock on her room door was loud. “Fuck, can’t I even get thirty minutes to myself?”
