11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

S leeping on couches was never truly comfortable once you reached your late twenties, but tonight, Eva couldn't seem to settle at all.

Probably had to do with her entire life getting upended.

Not only would Sienna be replacing her in the relationship with Jack, but whoever bought the house would be replacing her there as well.

Groaning, Eva slung her forearm over her head. She couldn't crash on Pixie and Micah's couch forever, but the idea of returning to Reno twisted her stomach. Nothing good awaited her in Nevada—not Reno or Genoa, where she'd grown up.

She'd thought she felt low when Jack broke up with her, but somehow this hurt just as badly. Her chest ached something fierce, the steady throb preventing her from falling asleep. The hollowness threatened to devour her, as hungry and desperate as these shadows. Ever since Jack pulled out the rug from under her a second time, it was like she'd frozen over.

A creak pulled her from her dark thoughts, and she shifted to a seated position.

A figure approached from the hallway, too short to be her brother.

Her heart thumped off-kilter as Pixie emerged from the shadows.

Her hair was tousled, like she'd just woken up. Not surprising, considering it was two in the morning. Her oversized tee slid off her shoulder, exposing creamy skin illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the wide windows. And of course it was all she wore. The hem of the tee barely covered those thick thighs.

"Couldn't sleep?" Eva asked huskily.

Pixie shook her head and plunked onto the couch beside her, close enough for her heat and faint jasmine scent to waft to Eva. Her tee rode up so high Eva caught a glimpse of the shadow between her legs. Her mouth watered at the idea of how sweet Pixie would taste. If there was any sort of oblivion she wanted to lose herself in, it was this woman.

"How are you doing, really?" Pixie asked, heartbreaking concern in her tone.

Eva's chest tightened. Tonight, she didn't want pity. Tonight, she wanted to feel something other than numb.

Pixie sat inches away from her, those lush lips so enticing she couldn't help but stare. Eva knew how sweet her moans were, but she still didn't know how she kissed. And need roared to life inside her, the first real thing she could cling to.

Words leaped to her lips but died there, all of them paltry compared to the desire pouring through her veins like warm honey, the longing to close the distance between them and claim that mouth. Pixie didn't look away, and when she licked her lips, Eva had to restrain a moan. The sight of this woman there, tangible warmth and sweetness, was driving her out of her mind.

She was tired of feeling like shit.

She was tired of passively taking blows.

She was tired of being good.

Tonight, she just wanted to claim.

Eva ran her thumb along Pixie's chin, the shiver traveling to her. Pixie's breath hitched, and Eva kept Pixie's chin lifted as she dragged her thumb across the plump lower lip, still moist. The shadows painted Pixie's features a little starker, but even in the dark she could see Pixie's widened eyes, and she caught the audible swallow.

"Dove, can I kiss you?" she asked, her voice low and throaty from the sheer volume of lust burning her up right now.

Pixie bobbed her head.

Eva tsked. "Use your words."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Here?" She pushed her thumb against that plump lip.

"Mm."

Eva reached down and feathered her fingers over the apex between her thighs, which was scorching. "Here?"

Pixie's harsh breath shattered the quiet. "Yes."

"Such a good girl." Eva wrapped her hand around Pixie's nape and crushed their lips together.

Electricity sparked between them, like defibrillation paddles to a heart that had stopped beating. Eva closed her eyes and sank into the sensation of kissing Pixie Monroe. She was pliable in her grasp, pure, seductive surrender, and Eva deepened the kiss. She plunged her tongue into Pixie's mouth, claiming her in a rough, dirty kiss as she gripped the back of her neck tighter. Pixie let out a low whimper that shot right to Eva's pussy, sparking her core to life .

Pixie tasted like jasmine tea, mint toothpaste, and late nights, and Eva savored each lick into her mouth. She grabbed Pixie by the hips and nudged her over. Pixie took to cue at once, breaking for a breath as she climbed onto Eva's lap. She straddled her, those smooth-as-sin thighs on either side of hers, and a burst of lust rolling through Eva made her light-headed.

Her weight on Eva's lap grounded her like nothing else, and the heat emanating from Pixie's pussy was intense as fuck. Eva nipped at Pixie's lower lip, hard enough that a coppery taste burst in her mouth. Pixie moaned harder, writhing on her lap. The grinding woke up her clit, barely covered in panties and her thin pajama shorts. She kissed Pixie again, smothering her sweet noises. They couldn't afford to be loud tonight.

Not in the middle of the apartment with Micah sleeping a room away.

Eva shoved her guilt down as she basked in the feeling. In the way Pixie's soft lips woke her to life like nothing else. On how drinking in her moans filled her with the desire she'd been searching for. Of how having this shapely woman in her lap bolstered her confidence that she'd thought was obliterated.

Fuck, she needed more.

Eva pulled back and looked into Pixie's eyes. Her breath came out in shaky pants, like she'd just been fucked, and her lips were spit-slicked and glossy, visible even in the dim track lighting that trickled in from the hallway. Darkness slid along their bodies like a caress, and Eva memorized each curve. She dragged her hands along Pixie's warm hips, trailing down until she reached the hem of her tee.

"I'm guessing some little slut is soaked for me," Eva murmured as she teased her fingers back and forth along her skin at the hemline.

Pixie nodded .

"I better find out for myself." She drifted her fingers underneath the flimsy fabric and up to her panties. When Eva slipped her fingertips front and center, she had to bite back a low curse. Soaked was an understatement. Those panties needed to be wrung out.

"Damn, dove, looks like you need to take these off."

Pixie's swallow echoed through the room as she shifted from her lap and shimmied out of her panties. As much as Eva wanted to play with her gorgeous tits tonight, she wanted to taste her pussy more.

"Lie on the couch." She pushed up to one knee, making it clear where she wanted Pixie. "And give me your panties." She held her hand open, and Pixie placed the sodden scrap of fabric in her palm.

Pixie lay flat on her back, her pretty pussy bared. The tee hiked up high on her chest, exposing her gorgeous stomach and those fuck-me hips. Her eyes glistened, her mouth parted, and her hair was mussed in a way that made Eva want to spear her fingers through it while she fucked her face.

However, right now, she had a definitive goal in mind. Pixie's pussy gleamed, fucking drenched, and Eva's mouth watered for a taste. She climbed on top of the woman and pressed a kiss to her lips. Once she pulled back, she balled up the panties and stuffed them into Pixie's mouth.

"Since I know you can't keep quiet, you have help tonight. Tap me if you need out. Understood?"

Pixie's eyes flared, but she nodded. Her telltale moan signaled Pixie was just as turned on as she was. Moisture built between Eva's thighs, and her clit throbbed at the sight of Pixie gagged. Fucking hell, the woman was a masterpiece. She kissed, nipped, and licked her way down her torso, starting with her neck and clavicles, then pushing up the tee to kiss down the center of her stomach. She sank her teeth into the hips, loving how Pixie bucked up .

She dropped to the delicious vee between her legs, licking along the sensitive skin leading to her pussy. Pixie even smelled sweet here, and Eva kneeled between her legs, pulling each one onto her shoulders. Pixie's thighs tensed as Eva let out a puff of breath against her clit, engorged and needy.

Eva blew on her clit again to watch her shiver before she lowered her head. The first lick had Pixie arching up off the couch, her cry muffled by the panties. She tasted tart, her nectar fucking delicious, and Eva craved more. She gripped her thighs, spread her wide, and devoured.

Long licks against her clit over and over again had Pixie thrashing beneath her, but with her legs over Eva's shoulders, she couldn't go anywhere. Eva delved lower, trailing her tongue along Pixie's slick folds. She was soaked, and Eva loved how expressive she was in every damn way. Digging her nails into Pixie's thighs to keep her in place, she thrust her tongue inside Pixie. Driving her tongue in again and again pulled those moans out even more, and only the panties in Pixie's mouth kept her from being loud.

Eva's core throbbed, her clit aching as she ate Pixie out. Fuck, she'd never tasted anyone this delicious, and she loved to devour—pussy, ass, it didn't matter. She got no greater satisfaction than watching her lovers come apart in her arms until the moans and desperation bled from them.

She let go of one of Pixie's legs and rested it on the couch, but she spread her other leg a little wider, keeping that hole exposed. She slid two fingers inside, watching Pixie's lashes flutter and her eyes roll back in bliss. Eva pumped in and out of her pussy as she returned her mouth to Pixie's needy clit. Her whole body was an inferno, radiating heat, and Eva basked in it. The shadows splayed on her skin, highlighting her gorgeous curves, the stark silhouette of pleasure on her face, and the clench of her jaw around the balled-up panties .

Eva pressed her tongue against Pixie's clit, hard, fast, and relentless, all while she plunged her fingers into Pixie's sopping pussy again and again. The muffled noises coming from her were filthy, and Eva savored every single one. Droplets of sweat beaded on her brow from how hot it was between Pixie's thighs, yet Eva didn't pause. The sharp scent of sweat mingled with jasmine and sex, creating an intoxicating blend.

Pixie thrust her hips up, grinding against Eva's face as she froze in place. Her clit pulsed under Eva's tongue, and Eva continued thrumming against her relentlessly, fucking into her as the long, low moan exploded, quieted by the panties. Pixie dug her fingers into the cushions on either side of her, and her entire body grew rigid from the force of the orgasm wracking through her.

Moments later, Pixie relaxed on the couch again, her thighs trembling in the wake of her release. Eva licked at her clit for another taste, then pulled her fingers out of Pixie's pussy. Need throbbed through her, an incessant drive in her core.

When she pushed up from where she'd been kneeling, the sight in front of her turned her on beyond belief. Pixie looked wrecked, her expression dazed, the panties still stuffed in her mouth, and her arms splayed out on either side of her in total surrender. Eva's heart stumbled at the sheer innocence of her vulnerability despite the dirty things they'd gotten up to.

She leaned down and snagged her comforter from where it had pooled on the floor. "Lift your head," she commanded. Pixie obeyed, and Eva slid the fabric underneath her, going in prepared this time.

Eva reached down and plucked the panties out of Pixie's mouth. "You're going to eat me out now, dove. We'll make sure you stay quiet. "

Pixie let out a strangled noise, tilting her head back, and a little thrill soared through Eva. Playing with this woman was the most effortless thing she'd ever done, and she was difficult enough to understand how rare that was.

Eva slipped her shorts off, then her panties, far too aware they weren't alone in the condo. If Micah woke up in the middle of the night, there was no talking their way out of what they were up to. Not when she was about to ride Pixie's face until she came in the middle of her living room.

Except oblivion claimed her a little too hard tonight, and this connection with Pixie was the first thing to send life surging through her veins. Tonight, she needed to be a little selfish. To savor everything this woman offered.

Tomorrow, she could face reality.

Eva straddled Pixie on either side of her face, her knees pressing into the rough fabric of the couch. Her clit was so desperate it ached, and a drop of her slick dripped onto Pixie's lips.

"Show me what a good girl you are." Eva speared her fingers through Pixie's short strands and lowered herself onto her mouth.

Just like the other night, Pixie used her talented mouth on her clit, on her folds, and lightning arced through her veins. Eva bit down on her lip until she tasted blood as she rocked back and forth on Pixie's face. Her tongue flicked against Eva's clit, the sparks flooding her every time. Eva sank into the endorphins rushing through her with each movement, elevating her higher and higher.

Fuck, she was already close.

Her clit ached with an intensity she felt in her teeth, and the tension built. She moved faster, gripping Pixie harder than intended, but Pixie devoured her pussy like she was starving, with a mix of precise licks and clear enjoyment. Waves of bliss poured over her. The pleasure intensified until sweat beaded on her forehead. Her breath was coming out staccato, reverberating through the dark quiet of the room.

As Pixie nipped and sucked at her clit, Eva bucked forward, luxuriating in the bursts of pleasure. The sight of the woman lying beneath her, her eyes closed in surrender, her hair wrecked from her grip, imprinted on her memory. With the way the shadows slid between them, the forced quiet—all of it sent an illicit thrill up her spine as she got closer and closer to the edge.

"Dove, you're so good," she moaned out, thrusting against Pixie's face. Pixie let out a low hum that traveled through her whole body. Then Pixie sucked at her clit again, and that did her in.

All the tension that had been rising, rising, rising inside her unleashed. Her clit pulsed with the first throes of her orgasm radiating through her, each wave intense. She tipped her head back, keeping Pixie's mouth pressed against her clit. A low, almost injured sound escaped her throat as the next throb of her clit sent moisture flooding through. Her cum rushed out of her in a torrent, splashed onto Pixie's face, and soaked the blanket beneath her. Pure euphoria detonated, and she lost herself in the bliss.

Her orgasm ebbed, and she finally let go of Pixie's hair. Eva slipped back, watching to make sure she wasn't dripping too much between her thighs. Pixie's face was coated, glistening, and goddamn if that wasn't the hottest thing she'd ever seen.

"Mmm," Pixie moaned, pushing up from the blanket. "I've never had anyone come that hard on my face."

Eva licked her lips, a hint of embarrassment creeping in. "Wasn't too much?"

"No," Pixie said softly. "So damn sexy."

Eva wiped between her thighs with the blanket that would need to get washed before she headed over to the bathroom on silent feet. She turned the faucet to warm, grabbed two washcloths, and cleaned between her legs first, then took one to Pixie.

Pixie had pushed the wet blanket off the couch and sprawled out like a cat, her arms thrown overhead, her legs splayed. Fuck, the sight made her heart thump a little harder. She was a work of art, the tattoos on her arms dark against her pale skin, her septum piercing glinting in the dim light. Eva sidled next to her on the couch, her bare hip nudging against Pixie's side. She brought the washcloth between Pixie's legs.

Pixie waggled her brows. "Trying to get me to go again?"

Eva arched a brow. "No, just taking care of you."

Pixie bit down on her lower lip, those wide eyes softening as she looked away. The others Pixie played with were the type to offer aftercare, so why would she react as if getting taken care of was a brand-new experience? Either way, warmth spread through her chest as she finished wiping her folds and thighs with deft, gentle strokes. Eva brushed a finger along the side of Pixie's face, a bit sticky from the cum.

"Want me to get another washcloth?"

"Nah, I'll just wash my face before I go back to sleep. I want it on me a little longer."

Eva swallowed hard as hot lust pulsed through her. God, this woman fit her too perfectly. And truth be told, she couldn't dismiss tonight the way she'd tried to with Play Night. No, they'd kissed, they'd fucked out here on the couch, and it hadn't just been a distraction.

Pixie made her feel tonight when the numbness threatened to swallow her alive, and that was rare.

"So gorgeous, dove." She ran her fingertips along Pixie's cheek a moment or two more. She couldn't disguise the warmth in her voice, even though she should .

Pixie pushed up to a fully seated position. "I should slip away now." She cast a glance to the hallway. "I think we tried our luck enough."

Eva's heart twisted, but Pixie was right. Part of her wanted this woman in her arms, to hold her through the rest of the night. "One more kiss," she said, tipping a finger under Pixie's chin.

Pixie leaned down and pressed her lips to Eva's. The kiss was simple but sweet, and adrenaline rushed through her veins like lit sparklers. She was already light-headed from the orgasm, but kissing Pixie made her mind reel. The world around them stopped for those few stolen moments before Eva pulled back.

"Get some rest," Eva whispered in her ear.

"Yes, Mistress." Pixie rose to her feet and walked down the corridor, not looking back. Eva sat and watched as her figure faded to silhouette. She grabbed the blanket from the couch. She needed to do a load of laundry tonight. Not like she'd be sleeping much anyway.

Eva's heart thumped in double time. She was in so much trouble.