Erin laced their fingers together as they left the bar, and Cassie bit down on her smile. She’d like to be biting down on Erin’s neck, the delicate skin there exposed as Erin flipped her hair over one shoulder.
They got two blocks from the bar, turned down the side street where the car was parked, and Erin pushed Cassie up against a building.
Apparently she’d been more affected than Cassie thought.
She kissed hard and dirty, and Cassie let her. Cassie, who normally saw what she wanted and went for it, took it—Cassie just let Erin kiss her. Erin was so good at it, was the thing. The brick wall of the building scratched at the elbows on Cassie’s blazer, and Erin’s tongue was hot in her mouth.
It was so much and so good, but it wasn’t enough. Cassie arched. Erin grabbed her hips, held her in place, and grinded against her.
“Erin, your car—” Cassie gasped.
“Is too damn far away,” Erin said, getting her hands under Cassie’s jacket. “You drive me crazy all night and then you think I can make it to my car?”
Cassie’s head dropped back against the brick. They weren’t hidden really. It was just an alcove to an apartment building, and if anyone were to come out or go in—
“Anyone could see.”
“Cassie,” Erin’s voice was rough. “I need to make you come. Right. Now.”
Cassie moaned, Erin’s mouth on her throat. “Yes.”
Erin unbuttoned Cassie’s jeans.
Cassie was wet, probably had been since Erin had sat next to her. She could feel Erin grin against her collarbone as her fingers slipped around Cassie’s clit. Cassie moaned again.
“Shhh,” Erin murmured.
Cassie tried to keep her eyes open, but then she saw someone walking past them on the other side of the street, so she closed them and just focused on how good Erin felt.
Erin was obviously not going for anything other than fast and messy. Her fingers rubbed furious circles over Cassie’s clit. She was leaving a necklace of hickeys and Cassie was silently begging for more, shoulder blades pressed back into the building while the rest of her body arched forward. She tugged Erin’s mouth to hers right before she came, smothered her groan of pleasure with a kiss.
Erin removed her hand from Cassie’s pants while Cassie caught her breath. Cassie was leaning against the wall still, Erin’s other hand strong on her hip. She’d be upset that Erin seemed to think she couldn’t trust her legs, except Cassie wasn’t sure she could.
“Ready?” Erin asked.
Cassie swallowed. She settled her weight back onto her feet.
“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, sure.”
Erin laughed at her, but Cassie couldn’t bring herself to care. She felt warm and satisfied and she would get to make Erin feel that way, too, as soon as they got to the hotel. She was definitely ready.
She did not get to make Erin feel that way as soon as they got to the hotel, it turned out.
She snuck a hand into Erin’s back pocket on the way to her room, but once they were inside, Erin took over. She slipped Cassie’s jacket off and kissed her, walked her backward to the bed without ever breaking the kiss. Erin’s weight on top of her felt wonderful, but Cassie really wanted to reciprocate. She kept trying to get Erin’s clothes off—she plucked at her top and fiddled with her belt—but Erin always caught her hands.
“Erin,” she whined, drawing it out.
She could feel Erin smile into the kiss, but when Cassie reached for her shirt again, Erin pinned her wrists over her head. Cassie kept her arms there even after she let go. Erin’s hands found their way to Cassie’s belt, and she finally stopped kissing her to ask, “May I?”
“Erin, I want—”
“I want you to keep saying my name, Cassie. And I want to go down on you. You’ll get your turn, don’t worry.”
Cassie tried really hard not to, but she might’ve whimpered. Erin’s lips turned up.
“Yeah,” Cassie said. “Yeah, you can. Take them off.”
Erin stripped Cassie of her pants with startling efficiency and roaming hands. She paused, once the jeans were off, and Cassie was about to tell her to keep going, but Erin was just taking a break to rub Cassie through her panties.
“Christ.”
Erin smirked at her. “You can just call me Erin.”
Cassie would’ve rolled her eyes, but she was too busy pushing her panties down since Erin wasn’t in enough of a hurry to. Once Cassie’s lower half was naked, though, Erin didn’t bother with Cassie’s shirt before settling between her legs.