BeautyandtheButch (3 page)

The back of her neck heated and her nipples ached. She
couldn’t say no to this. She didn’t want to say no.

In spite of the warning bells blaring in her head. In spite
of the risks.

“Your room or mine?” Lindsey asked softly, lacing her
fingers with Ella’s.

“Yours. Mine is in the block of contestant rooms.”

“Good thinking,” Lindsey said. “I’m in room 634.”

Ella nodded.

Lindsey hopped out of the cab first and strolled into the
hotel. Ella followed several paces behind. This was silly. In the twenty-first
century, why should they have to hide?

She knew why.

Her father was up for reelection. His conservative
constituency wouldn’t approve of a daughter with a lesbian orientation.

And yet, politics was her father’s life. Not hers. She
debated catching up to Lindsey and going to her room with her until she saw the
big banner advertising the Miss Georgia National pageant bearing the teary-eyed
winner from last year being crowned.

If she made the finals or won, there’d be a certain amount
of media coverage. And then there was the interview with the school where she’d
interned. The superintendent was a friend of her father’s and she’d been promised
a position there. How would the school feel if they knew she was gay?

Gay…

Was she really a lesbian? The knowledge stunned her. Being
with Lindsey had seemed so natural. Being with her college boyfriend had been
anything but natural. It had been forced and had left her aching for something
she couldn’t have defined then.

But now she knew.

She heaved a sigh. This thing with Lindsey was only going to
be temporary anyway. They might not ever get together again, and a night of
sex, no matter how good, wasn’t worth risking her whole future over.

It didn’t matter if she was a lesbian. She could never be
open about it.

She took a separate elevator and went to her own suite to
brush her teeth and freshen up before she went to Lindsey’s room.

Lindsey had left her door ajar. With a quick glance right
and left, Ella slipped inside.

Camera equipment was everywhere. On the extra bed, on the
desk, the dresser and the floor. Clothes exploded from a duffle bag on the
built-in desk that would have been hardly large enough to contain Ella’s
makeup.

“Do you want something to drink?” Lindsey said from the
doorway of the bathroom.

Ella shook her head as she closed and locked the door.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Lindsey said, moving toward her.

Ella didn’t know how to respond. Lindsey wasn’t the type of
girl anyone would call beautiful, though her features and figure were
attractive. No. Lindsey was more than attractive. She was downright sexy.

The wax-coated spikes of her short black hair jutted out in
all directions. Her tongue ring flashed when she opened her mouth. The
half-sleeve of tats crawling over both arms gave her a bad-girl look that made
Ella positively wet between the legs. In short, Lindsey looked as if she knew
how to fuck.

Ella’s back found the closed door as Lindsey moved against
her. Every part of Lindsey’s taut, angular frame molded to Ella’s softness.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Lindsey murmured just before
she claimed Ella’s mouth.

At first Ella tensed, but when the kiss deepened she had
little choice but to respond. She’d imagined this moment from the very first
time she’d crushed on a girl. She’d kissed her college roommate during a game
of truth or dare and had never been able get the feel of a woman’s soft,
pliable mouth out of her head.

Now it was happening again, for real.

Her body reacted in ways it never had with her boyfriend.
Liquid dampened her panties. Her breasts tightened and she arched into
Lindsey’s touch when her palm brushed over one of Ella’s nipples. Her limbs
trembled with erotic need.

Terror that she didn’t know how to touch another woman
evaporated as desire heightened as quickly as a rocket shooting toward space.
Ella encircled Lindsey’s narrow hips with her hands and dragged her closer.

Lindsey’s insistent mouth moved to her neck, where she drew
in a harsh breath. “You smell
so
fucking good.”

Fingers tugged at Ella’s tank, dragging the fabric up and
then off over her head. Lindsey’s admiring gaze fell to Ella’s breasts while
she slid Ella’s bra straps down to free one nipple.

“You’re making me wet, princess,” Lindsey said huskily as
she bent to take the tip of Ella’s breast in her mouth. The warm tongue seemed
incongruously soft compared to the hot metal ball as it rolled around Ella’s
nipple.

Holding Lindsey’s head captive, Ella trembled. Never had
attention to her breasts been so arousing. She half thought she might be able
to come if Lindsey didn’t touch her anywhere else.

Fingers replaced the mouth as Lindsey moved to the other
breast. She jerked the lacy fabric of Ella’s bra free and began to suck while
she kneaded with her thumb and forefinger.

Savage need exploded between Ella’s thighs. She felt as if
she were burning up from the inside out. And just when she thought she’d die
from sheer desire, Lindsey’s hand worked under the waistband of her jeans and
pushed downward, underneath her panties—until fingers found flesh.

“Your pussy’s wet.”

Ella shook. Her knees would have buckled if Lindsey didn’t
have her pressed against the door.

Voices came from hotel clients passing by outside but Ella
didn’t take time to consider the muffled conversations, or that little other
than a steel door separated those people from this earth-shattering moment
happening right now.

Lindsey lifted her head from Ella’s breast to gaze into her
eyes as she wriggled her finger further.

Ella sucked in a breath as the digit slipped inside.

“That feel good, princess?”

Unable to form words, Ella nodded.

“Take your pants off.”

Lindsey’s hand disappeared and Ella ached for the loss. And
while Ella unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her hips, she watched in
bliss-struck awe as Lindsey sucked the glistening cream off her middle finger.

Lindsey’s pupils enlarged and glittered like chips of onyx.
“Mmm. I want more of that.”

Ella’s clit jolted.

“Take off those panties too.”

Ella slid the drenched lace down her thighs and then let the
fabric fall to the floor. Her half-discarded bra joined the panties as Lindsey
kneeled. “Spread your legs, baby,” Lindsey commanded softly as she brushed her
thumb along Ella’s neatly trimmed landing strip.

The muscles in Ella’s thighs burned as she dipped slightly
and parted her knees. Why couldn’t she stop shaking? Heat from Lindsey’s breath
fanned her pussy.

“You smell so sweet, so good…” Lindsey muttered before she
bestowed a soft kiss on the needy flesh.

Ella whimpered. “Don’t tease me.”

Lindsey tickled Ella’s opening with the tip of her finger.
“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“I want your mouth on me. I want your finger inside me.
Please, Lindsey. Please…”

She barely finished the last word before Lindsey’s lips
closed on Ella’s clit. The tongue ring circling her flesh drove her mindless
and when a finger slid all the way inside her, Ella couldn’t prevent a moan
from escaping her lips.

The door rattled as she searched for some sort of handhold
other than the doorknob. Her other hand latched on to Lindsey’s short hair,
tugging the spiky locks to anchor her in place.

“Come here,” Lindsey whispered, gripping Ella’s thighs and
dragging her downward.

Lindsey sprawled on the floor on her back and drew Ella over
her face. Ella’s palms flattened on the rough carpet as Lindsey pulled her hips
down. Ella cried out when the hot mouth found her cunt again. She felt wanton
on her hands and knees, riding a woman’s face in a strange hotel room.

Lindsey’s tongue speared into her channel before sweeping
through the folds and then plunging back inside again in a rhythm that
ratcheted Ella’s pleasure higher and higher. She rocked her hips, grinding
against Lindsey’s mouth, desperate to find release.

“Oh God!” she cried, fists clenched. Her forehead fell
against the carpet and she mewled as Lindsey sucked her clit.

Ella had never allowed herself to orgasm at the touch of
another but now she didn’t have a choice. Her body had a mind of its own.

Everything inside her tightened to the breaking point and
then detonated, sending pleasure firing through her veins, shooting up her
spine to her scalp, her fingertips then down to her toes. Every stroke of
Lindsey’s tongue sweetened her climax until Ella rolled off and lay
breathlessly staring up at the ceiling.

Lindsey propped on one elbow and slid the fingertip of her
other hand through Ella’s slippery folds that still vibrated from her orgasm.

“Has it been a while for you too?” Lindsey asked.

“I guess it might be too late to confess this, but this is
my first time with a woman.”

Lindsey’s kiss-swollen lips parted. “You’re kiddin’.”

Ella shook her head. “I’ve always wanted to. I just never
had the opportunity.” She moaned when Lindsey’s finger slid into her pussy again.

“What’d you think?” Lindsey asked.

“I’ll tell you in the morning.” Ella grinned and dragged
Lindsey half on top of her. They kissed as Lindsey fingered her slowly,
plumbing the juicy depths with one digit and then two, reigniting Ella’s
desire.

“But it’s your turn,” Ella protested feebly.

“I’ll get my share of
turns
.” Lindsey moved to Ella’s
breast and sucked the nipple, drawing out the sweet bud until it was
diamond-hard.

Ella raised one knee so she could rock her hips in time with
the finger thrusts. “I’ve never done that before.”

“You mentioned that,” Lindsey said with a lazy grin.

“I mean come. I’ve never come with anyone else.”

Lindsey stared and then she smiled. “Well, you can’t ever
say that again.” She reached deeper and Ella fought the need to close her eyes.
Just the sight of the other woman’s breasts outlined by her shirt, the slender
waist, feminine limbs and knowing those jeans hid the sex-slick crease between
Lindsey’s thighs aroused Ella. Being touched by her at the same time was almost
too much to take.

The sound of wet suction met Ella’s ears. A woman’s touch
was so different from a man’s. Sensual, thorough and almost hedonistic, the
pleasure carried Ella to an unfamiliar plane. Gone was the sensation of her
sexual energy being stripped from her by a dominant male. Gone was the
ever-lurking fear of pregnancy.

Instead Ella experienced desire for another—desire to fuck
and be fucked.

An unspoken understanding passed between two women, a
psychic connection that only enhanced physical sensation.

Whether she ever saw Lindsey again, Ella knew she’d been
born to experience intimacy with a woman.

“I want to touch you,” Ella whispered.

“In a minute.” Lindsey moved impossibly closer. “Right now,
this is all about you.”

Ella shifted her hips to take more of the finger inside her.
Sensitive tissue ignited, welcoming each deep stroke.

“I can feel your pussy gripping my finger,” Lindsey said.

Toying with her own nipple, Ella closed her eyes. She’d
always been forced to lose herself in fantasy to come. Not with Lindsey. Here,
right now, the fantasy was real. Carnal.

Ella plucked her own nipple and squeezed hard as Lindsey
took the other one in her mouth and sucked.

“Oh!” Ella cried. The sensation was too much. She was going
to come again. Her body tensed like a spring wound too tight. She rode the
edge, teetering in a swathe of ecstasy until she let go.

Unrivaled rapture snapped and unfurled through her, stemming
from that sweet spot Lindsey’s fingertip caressed. While Ella still came,
Lindsey’s mouth sought hers, hard and hungry, almost punishing.

As soon as the last trace of bliss eddied away, Ella broke
free of their kiss. She clutched Lindsey’s shirt and dragged it off over her
head. She slid her fingers under the band of Lindsey’s sports bra, removed it and
tossed the scrap of cloth on top of the discarded shirt.

Ella couldn’t bear to drag her palms away from Lindsey’s
small, tight breasts with their pebbled nipples. Fresh desire surged at the
sight of her lover naked from the waist up. She’d never felt such need just
from looking at another person. Reluctantly releasing Lindsey’s breasts, Ella
unbuttoned her jeans.

“Do you want to get on the bed?” Lindsey asked.

Ella laughed. “I suppose it would be more comfortable.”

Lindsey stood and shucked her jeans and cotton panties,
revealing narrow hips, a neatly trimmed thatch and muscled legs. Her boyish
physique was nothing like Ella’s lush curves, but it was perfect just the same.
A little silver ring dangled from Lindsey’s bellybutton.

She bent and took Ella’s hand, helping her up. They stood,
hips to hips, breasts to breasts, touching and gazing at each other.

“What do you think so far?” Lindsey asked, sweeping a strand
of Ella’s hair off her neck.

“I want to touch you,” Ella said. “And…taste you.” Boldly
she reached between her lover’s legs and brushed her knuckles against the tight
curls.

Taking Ella’s hands, Lindsey took a step back and then sat
on the bed. Holding Ella’s gaze, she opened her thighs.

Ella’s pulse ran wild as she drank in Lindsey’s soft-gray eyes,
her plush, parted lips, her decidedly masculine posture, and lower where there
was no mistaking the femininity that had recently been concealed by boyish
clothes.

Lindsey lifted her chin with an almost arrogant confidence
as she stroked her finger through her pink folds.

Ella had never seen anyone so sexy.

“Touch me, princess,” Lindsey said, reaching for Ella’s hand
to draw her closer.