Iris Kelly Doesn't Date (Bright Falls, #3)(74)

“Fuck,” Iris said, the feeling zinging straight through her sleep shorts and underwear.

Stevie laughed against her shoulder, letting Iris go for a second. Iris whimpered in protest, but then Stevie pulled Iris’s shorts down her legs, nudging Iris’s feet to kick them free. Iris obeyed every request, already half dizzy when Stevie resumed her position, palming her ass again and grinding her thigh against Iris’s pussy.

“Oh god,” Iris said, tilting her head back. Stevie pressed her mouth to Iris’s throat, teeth scraping her skin. Iris kept one hand deep in Stevie’s curls, her other finding its way between Stevie’s legs.

“Shit,” Stevie said when Iris found her target, burying her face in Iris’s neck. She ground Iris down on her thigh even harder, Iris pumping her hips for more friction.

Fuck, she was so close.

Stevie moaned as Iris pressed the heel of her hand to the seam of Stevie’s shorts, moving her palm up and down, getting her fingers into the mix too. Stevie met her every thrust, and soon there was nothing but humping and moaning right there against Iris’s front door.

“God, yeah,” Iris said, free hand clawing at Stevie’s shoulder. “Please.”

“Please what?” Stevie said against her throat.

“Make me come.”

“Beg me.”

Stevie stilled her grinding and Iris practically went feral with need.

“Fuck, Stevie, please, make me come. Make me come now.”

Stevie licked her throat then, pushed her own hips into Iris’s hand, groaning as she fucked Iris with her thigh. Iris could feel how wet she was, soaking through her underwear and sliding over Stevie’s skin. The smell of sex clouded between them, and Iris had never loved anything more.

She grunted in frustration, rolling her hips for a new angle, rotating her palm over Stevie. The feeling swelled, growing from her lower belly and spreading to her pussy, her fingers and toes.

“Oh my god, yeah,” she said, her orgasm rushing through her. She cried out, gripping Stevie’s hair and yanking, which seemed to be all Stevie needed too. Stevie locked up for a second, groaning into Iris’s neck as she came, hips jolting against Iris’s fingers.

They stayed pressed together for a second, both breathing heavily. Iris had just released Stevie, ready to laugh, and make some sort of sex joke, when Stevie laced her fingers with Iris’s and started pulling her toward the bedroom.

“I don’t think I’m done with you yet,” Stevie said, and Iris was wet all over again.

“That wild frenzy back there wasn’t enough?” Iris asked, tripping after Stevie as she all but ran into Iris’s room.

Stevie pulled her around to face her, hands on her hips. Her eyes searched Iris’s face, expression serious. “Not even close. I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted it all along, I just . . . couldn’t figure it out.”

Iris’s breath tangled in her throat, Me too on the edge of her tongue. She couldn’t get it out though. Those two simple words felt huge, like a confession to some other life.

“Well, I guess you better take what you want, then,” she said instead, smirking at Stevie.

Stevie laughed. “Gladly.”

She kissed Iris once . . . twice, backing her toward the bed. Then Stevie slid her hands down the backs of Iris’s thighs, lifting her in some sex-adrenaline-fueled show of strength. Iris gripped her shoulders as she moved them closer to the bed, then all but tossed Iris onto the mattress.

“Okay, wow,” Iris said, laughing as she bounced and scooted toward the headboard.

Stevie grinned. “Yeah?”

“Very much yeah.”

Stevie crawled onto the bed and slid up her body, straddling her hips and kissing her. She palmed Iris’s tits, thumbs doing that evil pinching move, and Iris was already writhing underneath her.

“You have too many clothes on,” Iris said, panting, pulling at the button on Stevie’s shorts.

“So do you.” Stevie reached behind Iris’s back and undid her bra, nails scraping Iris’s skin as she slid the straps down her arms.

They made quick work of the rest of their clothes and Stevie settled next to Iris, wrapping her arms around her bare waist and kissing her.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, just making out, hands roaming. Finally, Iris couldn’t take it anymore. She needed her mouth on Stevie, on some part she’d never tasted before. She bent her head, tonguing one pink nipple before sucking it into her mouth.

“Shit,” Stevie said, inhaling sharply. Her finger went to Iris’s pussy, and Iris happily opened for her. “God, you’re so wet.”

“I’ve been wet for weeks.”

Stevie laughed. “Me too.”

She trailed her hand through Iris’s folds, then brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking on them while looking Iris dead in the eyes.

Iris groaned. “Okay, so, you’re a secret sex goddess, is that it?”

“You think so?” Stevie said between sucks.

“I mean, Jesus,” Iris said, watching Stevie’s mouth.

“It’s easy with you,” Stevie’s expression going serious and soft. She leaned in and kissed Iris gently, arms wrapping around her waist. “It’s so easy with you.”

Iris laughed, but something went a little tight in her chest. She shook it off, focused on the feel of Stevie’s mouth on her neck.