Iris Kelly Doesn't Date (Bright Falls, #3)(89)

Of being the one in control.

“I haven’t,” Stevie said. “But I really, really want to.”

Iris’s brow lifted. “Good.” She nudged gently at Stevie, who released her so she could get up. Then she opened her bedside table and took out a black nylon harness and a sparkly red dildo. It was smooth, curved just slightly at the tip, and made Stevie immediately clench her legs together.

“That’s . . . large,” she said.

Iris laughed. “Are you okay wearing the harness? Everything’s clean.”

“Yeah,” Stevie said, getting up onto her knees and scooting to the side of the bed where Iris stood. “Though you’ll have to show me how to put it on.” She rested her hands on Iris’s hips and pressed their mouths together.

“I can do that,” Iris whispered between kisses.

They stayed like that for a second before Iris fit the dildo’s flat circular base into the O-ring, then helped Stevie step through the leg straps.

“This is for you,” Iris said, brandishing a small mint-green bullet vibrator.

“Oh?” Stevie said.

Iris giggled. “Oh, indeed.” Then she slipped the bullet into a little pocket inside the harness, which would rest right near Stevie’s clit. Stevie sucked in a breath when Iris’s finger grazed her pussy and again when Iris flicked the device to life. A gentle vibration rolled over Stevie’s center and down her legs. Iris kissed her, swallowing Stevie’s whimpers as she tightened the harness’s waistband on Stevie’s hips.

“I need you inside me,” Iris said against her mouth, then trailed her fingers over the length of the red cock.

“Do . . . do you need lube?” Stevie asked, trying to breathe normally.

Iris shook her head. “I’m wet enough. The only thing I need is you.”

Stevie gripped Iris’s hips then, pushing her back onto the bed. She followed after her, eyes never leaving Iris’s.

“God, you’re pretty,” Stevie said, hands trailing down Iris’s torso, drinking her in with her fingers.

Iris just smiled, then let her thighs fall open. Her pussy was just as gorgeous, wet and ready, and Stevie couldn’t resist a taste. She leaned down, kissing right where her leg met her hip on one side . . . then the other. Iris made a noise not unlike a growl, back arching, and Stevie slid her tongue up her cunt before closing her mouth around her, kissing and sucking.

“Jesus, Stevie,” Iris said, fisting her hand into Stevie’s hair. “Please.”

“Please, what?” Stevie asked, lifting her head.

“Fuck me now. Please,” Iris said, her eyes squeezed shut, teeth dragging over her bottom lip.

Stevie kissed her once more before sitting up and settling between her thighs. She spread Iris with her fingers, and the sight of her was so goddamn beautiful she nearly came right there. The bullet continued its work, working Stevie into a slow-building frenzy as she trailed her fingers through Iris’s folds.

“You’re so wet,” she said, thumb dipping into her heat and then out again.

Iris’s hips lifted toward the ceiling, and she laughed. “I told you I was. I want you so bad, Stevie.”

Stevie positioned the head of the dildo at Iris’s entrance, leaning down to kiss her.

“You have me,” she said against Iris’s mouth.

“Then fuck me,” Iris said. “Fuck me with your cock, please.”

Stevie leaned up again to focus, relishing the view of the red dildo sliding into Iris’s wet warmth.

Iris moaned, lifted her arms above her head.

“Like this?” Stevie asked.

Iris nodded, whimpered. “More.”

Stevie thrust deeper, a little harder, until Iris arched her back and groaned, “God, yeah. Just like that.”

Iris opened her eyes, her breathing impossibly fast, and grabbed Stevie’s waist.

“Come here,” she said, pulling Stevie fully on top of her. Stevie braced herself on her forearms, kissed Iris as she pumped her hips slowly, loving the feel of Iris’s legs clenching around her waist, of Iris panting into her mouth.

“You like that?” Stevie said, rolling her pelvis upward. “You like my cock inside you?”

Iris bucked her own hips, wordless moans and whimpers spilling from her gorgeous mouth. “Yeah,” she finally managed to say. “Yeah, like that, fuck me, oh my god.”

Stevie worked faster, sweat beading on her forehead, the bullet shoving her toward her own edge as she buried her face in Iris’s neck, between her tits, kissing her mouth as she drove into Iris harder, giving her everything she asked for.

“Oh . . . fuck . . . yeah . . .” Iris said. “I’m going to come.”

“Do it,” Stevie said, so close herself. “Come on my cock.”

“Fuck, Stevie, I . . .”

Iris’s entire body clenched and then shuddered as she yelled at the ceiling as she came, fingernails digging into the skin at Stevie’s hips. Stevie kept pumping, fucking Iris until Stevie’s legs started to tremble, her own orgasm rushing toward her like an ocean wave in a hurricane.

“Shit,” she said, pressing her face to Iris’s neck, fingers curling into the sheets as she broke against Iris, vision going dark for a split second as she groaned.