If only

Things progressed surprisingly smoothly and quickly, managing to wrap everything up in under twelve hours, the team beginning to finalize paperwork over takeout with the locals by the time hotel keys were dropped off. Prentiss made the call that the filing could wait until morning, you had everything required it just needed to be organized and that could wait eight hours. Piling into SUV’s you all let out a breath of relief and headed over to the assigned hotel.

The door beeped, light flashing green as soon as you held the key card over it and you were thankful for no issues, the last thing you wanted was to have to drag yourself down to the front desk right now. Immediately kicking off your shoes you tossed your blazer over a chair, fiddling with your bra until you managed to pull it off from under your shirt without undressing. With a hefty sigh you dropped back onto the bed and picked up the remote, flicking through the channels until you found something suitable. You scrolled through your phone mindlessly, half paying attention to the television, taking the time to mentally decompress from the day. It was only after a couple of rather suggestive scenes in whatever late night movie was playing that you started to feel your pulse pick up. An idea began to slowly creep into your head, after all, what better way to relax, release stress and have a good nights sleep, than to get yourself off? Your earphones were in your pocket, shoved in there on the way off the jet, it didn’t take long for you to connect them to your phone and head to your preferred site.

A couple of scrolls passed the newest videos and you found one of your liking, heat creeping through your veins as you watched the scene unfold. You settled back against the pillows, listening to the sounds as your free hand began to roam your body. You fingers pinched your nipple through your shirt as your thighs squeezed together, eyes on the salacious actions going on onscreen. You were never one to drag solo sessions out, you’d rather get to the point and get them done with, go about your day or fall into a dreamy sleep, so it wasn’t long before your hand was sneaking into your pants. Fingers lazily rolling your clit as your cheeks heated, watching the girl on screen take it like a champ. Your body shivered and you let out a huff, your hand was never going to be enough and you knew it, thankfully, you had toy stashed away in your bag for nights just like this.

With a sigh you tossed your phone down on your bed, the video continuing to play in your ears as you crossed the room to where concierge had left your bag. Pulling open the zipper on the black duffle you started rooting through the clothes, searching for what was safely tucked at the bottom. It took a few minutes, but you couldn’t find it. Disappointment washed over you, you must have left it charging after your last trip out of state. So much for relief. It was only when you shoved a pair of pants to the side, doing a double check that you noticed a pair of lacy, white panties. Never in your life had you bought white underwear, and upon further inspection, the pants you’d just shifted out of the way definitely weren’t yours either. You quickly zipped the bag back up, your fingers practically fumbling for the tag.

‘T. Lewis.’

Shit. Not only was she a mere door down from you, but your own tag only said, ‘T. Lowell.’ It was a mistake anyone could have made, hell, even Prentiss sometimes stumbled over whose name she meant to say before enough coffee.

With a weary sigh you crossed back to the bed, pausing your video and putting your earbuds back on the nightstand before grabbing your key card and scooping up the bag. An intermission in your plans wasn’t ideal, but it also wasn’t the end of the world. You knocked on Tara’s door, waiting a few seconds before you heard shuffling on the other side and it swung open.

“Hey.” She greeted and you swore there was a glint in her eye that wasn’t there before.

“Hey… I uh… I think you have my bag.” You lifted up the one in your hand, “this one’s yours.”

“Huh.” The corner of her lips briefly flicked up into a smirk and now you were certain the look in her eye was a mischievous one. She nodded her head as a gesture for you to come in and you followed her over the threshold, setting her bag down on the spare bed, “you know, I was starting to think these clothes didn’t look like the ones I packed.” Turning her back to you she bent over your bag and you heard the zipper do up, “but I feel like there’s something else you wanted that made you realize the mix up.”

“Uhm… toothbrush?” You offered up with an awkward laugh, one that she returned with a chuckle.

“I was thinking something more along the lines of this.” She turned back to you, your rabbit vibrator in her hand. “It’s hot pink. Kinda hard to miss in there with all those dark clothes.”

 “I…uh.”

She chuckled darkly, “oh come on. You can’t possibly be getting shy on me now.” She crossed the room back to you, close enough you could smell the lingering of perfume wafting off her skin. Her finger curled under your chin, turning your gaze up to hers, “we’ve been playing this game of cat and mouse long enough. I’d say this is a sign to finally dive right in, don’t you?”

Tara wasn’t wrong, as long as the two of you had been on the team together there had been this back and fourth flirtation. Lingering touches, teasing remarks, a push and pull as you each toed the line but never dared to cross it. Truthfully, you’d always thought it was a silly game to her, a way to kill the time, relieve some boredom and have some fun. Considering your line of work, you needed a little uplifting once in a while, you never thought she was actually interested or would ever follow through.

“I… yeah. I mean,” you fumbled over your words, your brain going a million miles a minute trying to unscramble everything meanwhile you could already feel yourself pulsing at the thought of Tara touching you.

“Cat got your tongue?” She asked with another grin, “didn’t think I could ever render you speechless.”

“Oh I doubt that.” Somehow those words tumbled out of your mouth with ease.

“You’re right.” Her eyes darkened ever so slightly, “I have thought about it.”

“Really?” You looked up at her, eyes widening as you felt your pulse begin to race.

“Mmhm.” She nodded, her fingers softly pinching your chin before they trailed down the side of your neck, tickled across your collarbone and down your side. She curled her finger through your beltloop, tugging you closer to her. “Thought about all the ways I could make you tongue-tied. How I could empty that pretty little head of any thoughts, your pristine vocabulary limited to nothing but moans and whimpers.”

“Oh…” You were so close to her you could feel her breath on your skin, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, every time her body swayed even a fraction of an inch away from you, you felt magnetized toward her, shuffling your feet to not leave any space between your bodies.

“Then I found this.” She raised the toy between the two of you, “bet you wouldn’t be the least bit shy when you’re using it. All spread out with that pretty pussy on display, fucking yourself silly. What is it you normally think about when you make yourself come?” She cocked a brow at you and you gulped.

“Uhm… usually you.” You admitted, your voice barely over a whisper.

“How interesting.” The smirk found its way back to her lips and she picked up your hand, placing the toy into it, “why don’t you show me?” Her eyes watched your throat bob as you swallowed and she leant down, pressing her lips into the side of your neck, grinning at the breath you let out and the way your body practically melted into hers. “Don’t worry baby…” she kissed your skin again, “I can get you started, and I’ll definitely help you finish.” Her finger curled under your chin, turning your face to her, “do you like the sound of that angel?”

“Yes.” You breathed out, skin tingling already.

“Good” With a soft smile Tara leant down, her lips meeting yours as her fingers slid under the hem of your shirt, slowly dragging the fabric up as her fingers tickled your skin and her lips moved with grace against yours. She pulled away from the kiss, chuckling at the way you whined, already missing her touch, though it morphed into a small gasp as she tugged your shirt over your head, and your chest was exposed to the chilled air conditioned air. “Such pretty tits.”

Her hands wrapped around your hips as her lips met yours again, this time her tongue slid into your mouth as she guided you backwards to the bed. You let out a groan, your back arching toward her touch as her hands cupped your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples. When her fingers pinched you the tingle burst into a spark that quickly moved downward through your body, your pussy pulsing.

“That’s it baby.” Tara’s breath was hot as she trailed kisses across your jaw, fingers continuing to toy with your chest, “feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded, your hands clutching at her shirt.

“Just think…” this time her teeth nipped your neck, “if this feels this good, imagine how good my fingers will feel in that wet pussy of yours.” Her tongue drew a line up your neck and you shivered, “are those the kind of dirty thoughts you have when you touch yourself?” Her mouth found the crook of your neck, biting at the supple skin before sucking on it, hellbent on leaving you with a reminder of this night. “Or are they worse?”

“Worse…” you managed out a breath, your words catching in your throat as Tara’s hands slid down your stomach, swiftly undoing your pants.

She chuckled darkly, a hand sliding into your pants as her teeth dragged across your skin, “so your not just a dirty girl?” The next bite was sharper and you let out a gasp, body jumping and eyes shooting open as Tara lifted her head from the crook of your neck, “you’re a desperate little whore.” To emphasize her point, she suddenly cupped you roughly through your panties, pressing the ruined fabric into your soaked folds.

“Fuck.” Your knees nearly gave out, lips forming a pout when she pulled her hand out of your pants.

“Well…” she nudged you backwards onto the bed, hands yanking down your pants and underwear, “show me.” Her eyes flicked to the toy still clutched in your hand as she stepped back from the foot of the bed, “I want to see just how hot and bothered you get when you’re thinking about me fucking you, so spread your legs.”

Tara crossed her arms over her chest, cocking a brow in your direction and that was all it took for you to do as she asked, crawling up the bed to relax into the pillows as you opened your legs so she could see your pussy glistening in the low light.

“I... I think about kissing you…” your voice was soft, nearly trembling as you attempted to keep eye contact with her, “about grinding onto your lap, you…” you swallowed, “pulling my hair, kissing my neck.” You felt the heat creeping up your neck, slowly taking over your cheeks and a sense of embarrassment swept over you at the thought of admitting this. Unable to keep looking at the woman you were talking about your head dropped back into the pillows and you shut your eyes. “I think about you playing with my tits,” one of your hands slid up your body, groping at one side of your chest, “think about you sucking on them, starting gentle then biting me…”

“You really are needy.” She commented, her lips curving up into a smirk.

You let out a soft moan as you pinched your nipple, rolling it between your thumb and forefinger, the shame lifting as pleasure began to weave its way through your body. With your eyes shut you could pretend Tara wasn’t actually there, that this was any other night where you were alone in bed, you were just speaking things into existence, dragging out the wind up to get yourself to a more powerful orgasm. Tugging your lower lip into your mouth you whined, groping at your chest again, the pulsing increasing between your legs.

“I shift on your lap, grinding down onto your thigh,” one of your hands slid across your stomach, sinking between your legs, the heel of your palm pressing into your clit, “god it feels good.” You palmed at yourself, just enough to have your breath hitch, “one of your hands is on my hip, pushing me down harder, rolling my hips and I can’t help myself, burying my face into your neck to try and hold back my whines.” You ground the heel of your hand against your clit, the nub throbbing beneath it, your hips rocking up off the bed into the touch.

“That’s it baby,” Tara cooed, praising you as if the images in your head were currently happening, “go on and ride my thigh.”

You let out a whimper, your thighs twitching as you gave into the pleasure, finger tips coming up to rub your clit in slow circles. “Fuck…”

“You’re doing so good for me.” Her eyes zeroed in on your cunt, her mouth practically watering as she watched it get wetter with each pass of your fingers, “I want to see how much of a mess you can make on my pants, dirty girl. Do you think you can squirt for me?”

“God yes!” The admission burst from your lips before you could even think about it.

“Then you better start moving faster, I know you can. You may be a slut, but you’re my good little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes..” you whined, your hips rocking up off the bed as your hand started to move faster between your legs. “Oh god Tara.”

“Mmm… I like the sound of my name on your lips. Keep going angel, you must be close by now.”

“Mmph…” the strangled moan was all you could handle, your chest heaving when you began to pant. Your legs trembling as your fingers pressed harder and faster. Your hand snuck deeper between your legs, smearing your juices around your cunt before returning to your throbbing clit, “fuck! Fuck, oh f—uck!” Your heels dug into the bed, knees turning in as your body went rigid, twitching with pleasure as you hit your peak. Tara’s name was a chant on your lips as wetness seeped out of your cunt, soaking the bedspread below you.

“So fucking good for me baby.” Her voice was thick with lust when she spoke and you couldn’t help but shiver at the way she sounded, “you look so pretty when you do that. I can just imagine how you’d tremble in my arms, legs squeezing around my thigh as you soak it with cum.”

Your eyes were still shut as you willed yourself down, your heartbeat slowing from its highest, though electricity still buzzed through your veins. You could hear Tara shuffling at the foot of the bed and you could practically feel her eyes on your naked body, the thought of her watching you somehow turned you on even more and you shivered, pussy fluttering again already. You never came that hard or that quickly when you were on your own in the dark, something about hearing her call you hers drove you absolutely wild. While part of you was still absolutely aching for her to actually touch you, you were somehow just as satisfied having her talk you through it, having her eyes on you while you admitted your dirtiest fantasies. You thought about all the other things you wanted her to do to you, what things you wanted to do to her. How she would feel wrapped around your fingers, what she would taste like as you buried your head between her legs. How good her cock would feel stretching out your tight little cunt, how many times she could make you come on it. There was no way your heartrate was going to come back down right now, with the way images kept flying into your brain, a new idea present with every breath you took. Suddenly Tara spoke again, reminding you she was there, pulling you only halfway out of your fantasy world.

“You’re such a good girl, such a perfect slut, you deserve a reward.” Her hand gently circled your ankle, “open your eyes angel.”

You did as she asked, a small gasp escaping your lips when you took in the view in front of you. Tara had stripped down to her lingerie, deep purple lace molded perfectly to her body. Your eyes drank her in, roaming across every inch of newly exposed skin, lingering on the swell of her breast, the curve of her ass completely revealed in her thong, most importantly, the damp spot on the fabric between her legs.

“Christ.” You muttered. The knowledge that she was that turned on by just talking you through an orgasm made you want to absolutely devour her right there and then. It was as if she could see the shift move through you, the way your eyes darkened in a hungry way and she chuckled.

“Not yet angel.” Her hand dropped from your ankle, picking up the toy you had abandoned at the foot of the bed, “I’m not through with you, I still want to see what you’re like when you pretend to beg for my cock. Need to see how you fuck yourself when you’re imagining it’s me.” Her free hand curved around your calf, slowly moving upwards as she walked along the side of the bed, “I’ll need to know for next time.”

The haze you were in suddenly burst at her words, “n--next time?”

“Well of course baby.” Her fingers squeezed into your thigh and she dropped the toy between your legs, “so…how will it be? Should I drag it out? Fuck you nice and slow, so you can feel every inch of my cock dragging through your pussy. Or do you want it hard and fast? I could take you from behind, hips slamming into yours with each thrust, my cock pressing deeper into your cunt than you’ve ever had before.”

“Oh fuck Tara.” Your thighs clenched, “do I have to choose?”

She chuckled above you, “maybe it’ll be easier in the heat of the moment? Now, I want to see that toy covered in your cum.” She tilted her head toward it, “show me more, really let go. I want to know all your secrets.” Her hand vanished from your leg as she stepped back from the bed, settling in one of the chairs.

You could feel the heat lingering where her fingers had trailed across your skin and you looked from that spot to her, her gaze still on you, a small grin on her lips as she relaxed into the chair. Her eyes drifted down your body slowly until they landed on your slick pussy and her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. Your heart jumped in your chest, thumping faster at the ravenous look in her eyes. Sparks began to dance through your body again and you picked up the toy, turning it on to the lowest vibrating setting.

“Mmmm…” the hum came from the back of your throat as your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut once more. You dragged the tip of the toy through your folds, coating it with your juices while you fell back into your fantasies. “I’m soaking already, begging you to fill me up… stretch me out. Please Tara, I’ve been so good so far, I need it.” You shifted the toy, circling it around your clit and you whimpered softly, body rocking toward the touch, “I think about you rubbing your cock on me, teasing me just a little bit.” You demonstrated the action with the toy, “until I’m so needy and pliant I’d let you do anything you wanted to me. Your hands spread my legs wide, opening me up and you lean down to get a taste first.” You slid the toy up and down your cunt, as if she was lapping at you, “god your tongue feels so fucking good.”

With each pass of the toy you pressed a little harder, your words turning to whimpers as you pictured Tara with her face between your legs, how warm her mouth would feel, how her lips would wrap around your clit, sucking on it and your pussy absolutely throbbed.

“I think I’d have a great time with you sitting on my face.” She murmured from her chair, “you wouldn’t be able to shy away…”

You continued rubbing the toy against your pussy, varying the pressure as the pleasure built up in your body, soft moans coming from your parted lips as Tara continued to narrate.

“Those legs spread wide, my hands on your ass as I lick that pretty cunt. You’d get a little spank or two, urging you on.” Her breath hitched as your hips began to rock in a rhythm, the toy spreading your wetness, “c’mon angel, I want those juices smeared all over my face. I want to taste all of you.”

“Yes…” your body undulated again, your legs spreading wider as your breath picked up again, heat crawling across your skin. “Oh fuck,” you moaned, “you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Then do it.” Her voice had a sharp tone to it, she wanted the control, even like this. Tara could feel the wet patch on her panties growing as she watched you stroke yourself with the silicone cock. “Come for me. Now angel.”

You pressed the toy harder against you, turning the vibrations up to the next level, dragging it across your clit at her words and a cry escaped the back of your throat. Tara watched as your body thrashed against the bedspread, your pussy absolutely drenched as your second orgasm shot through you like a lightning strike.

“Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuuuck!” Your words were nothing but whines, small cries sending shudders through you. You were just about to move the toy to the side, let yourself come down before starting again until you heard Tara laugh darkly.

“Oh I don’t think so baby. If I was fucking you? I wouldn’t let you recover, I’m gonna stretch that tight cunt out immediately. I know you’re ready for me, just look at yourself…” her eyes zoned in on the apex of your thighs, “all puffy and worked up. You don’t even need your words to beg me, I can tell.” She shifted forward on the chair, resting her elbows on her knees as if to get a better look. “I’d slide my cock right in, no hesitation, as deep as I could get.”

With a shaking hand, you followed her directions, sinking the vibrator into you, each inch it disappeared you felt your breath hitch higher and higher until it disappeared entirely into you and you let out a cry.

“Oh my god…” it was nearing a sob as you held it still, the rabbit side of it gently vibrating against your clit. Your thighs were already shaking.

“Told you I would make you feel good.” She purred, “and you know what? I can tell how needy you are, you’re gonna take it nice and slow, aren’t you angel? I’d pull out slowly, watching how you start to gasp until the tip is barely inside you anymore.” She watched as you followed the instruction and you could hear the smile in her voice, “good girl. Now your pussy feels all empty, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” You took a shuddering breath.

“All stretched out and pulsing around basically nothing, squeezing around the head of my cock. Mmmm, baby you’re so deprived aren’t you? Just fucking drunk on my cock already and you’ve barely had it. You want more?”

“Yes! God yes! Pleeease!”

“Alright then.” She laughed softly and you suddenly felt the bed dip with her weight, “I suppose I’d push back into you, just as slow. God that pussy feels so good, you’re so warm baby, and just soaked. Do you feel how I fill you up perfectly?”

“Mmhmm.” You did your best to nod, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body, the toy buried to the hilt. You could feel the wet spot on the bed under you growing with each second that passed by, a sheen of sweat coating your body, you were almost uncomfortable with need, ready to burst out of your skin. Hand still shaking, you continued to slowly thrust the toy in and out of your pussy, a string of whimpers bouncing off the hotel room walls. “God you’re so big.” You groaned, “and so deep.”

“I’d play with your tits while fucking you too.” She prompted and your free hand slid across your skin, wrapping around your breast. Groping at the flesh with one hand while the other guided the toy in and out, you couldn’t help but moan, fingers pinching at your nipple. You were lost to the sensation when Tara spoke again, “God you’re so gorgeous baby, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you, tits swaying with each thrust of my hips, I’m mesmerized, just have to get my mouth on you.”

You were about to move your hand, suck your fingers into your mouth to slick them with spit and continue toying with your nipple when suddenly Tara leant forward, wrapping her mouth around your tit. You let out a gasp, your eyes flying open as your body shuddered. Tara’s eyes flicked up to yours and you could feel her warm lips curving up into a grin as she took in your surprise, her tongue flicking across your nipple.

“Oh shit.” You moaned, your hand holding the toy stilling, leaving it buried in your dripping cunt, “oh god that feels good.”

Her teeth sunk into your skin and you moaned. She let your nipple go with a lewd pop, blowing cool air on the bud causing you to shudder as you tried to continue fucking yourself with the toy. Her mouth made a home on the underside of your breast, sucking, biting and licking until she was certain there would be a mark left, one that only you would be privy to.

“I told you I would help you finish, didn’t I?” She raised a brow in your direction and you nodded weakly, the hand between your aching legs shaking even harder. She pressed a kiss to your skin, reaching between your legs, “why don’t you let me handle that?”

Tara only waited a second for you to drop the toy, your hands immediately coming to claw at the bedspread as you mewled, body shaking against the bed. With a quick press of a couple of buttons the vibration was suddenly set the highest it could go.

“Fuck!” Your shout was louder than you intended, your body tensing.

“You took it so well. I need to give you what you really want,” she pushed the toy back into you, “which is hard and fast, like my perfect little slut likes it. Isn’t it?” She pressed the outer part of the toy harder against your clit and you cried out again.

“Yes! Oh god yes!”

Tears were already pooling in the corners of your eyes, your orgasm was hiding just around the corner, threatening to burst in at any second, your skin absolutely on fire. With Tara in total control of the toy, you were completely at her mercy, free to shake and shiver between her and the bed. She could push you farther than you could push yourself, holding you up as high as she could, bringing you that extra mile before letting it all crash down on you.

She fucked the toy in and out of your sopping cunt with ease, faster and faster with each flick of her wrist, angling it so with each thrust the head brushed over your g-spot. Your eyes were scrunched shut so tight you were starting to see stars, only able to whine and groan, pussy clenching down around the toy. Tara leant over you again, sucking your nipple back into her mouth right as her free hand snuck between the outer of the toy and your body, rubbing furiously at your clit.

“Tara…” you cried, “fu—uuckkk.”

“That’s it baby.” She murmured against your skin, hands working your body fast, she could feel you vibrating against her, “say my name when you come. I want everyone on this floor to know exactly who’s making you feel this fucking good. Come for me, squirt all over my cock like the needy, perfect little slut you are.”

One more thrust of the toy was all it took to have you sobbing her name, vision going white as your entire body went rigid, thighs clenching around her wrist as pleasure blazed through you and you were certain that at least the neighbouring rooms knew exactly what was going on.

Tara clicked the vibrator back to its lowest setting, leaving a trail of kisses down your heated skin until she was sitting between your legs. Gently she fucked you through your orgasm, watching with satisfaction at the way your body shivered, how the wet spot on the bed continued to grow and most importantly how coated the toy was with your cum. She watched your arched back flatten , your body melting into the bed and she turned off the vibration, sliding the toy in and out a few more times before gently easing it from you.

“That’s my good girl.” She purred and your eyes cracked open just in time to see her slipping the toy between her lips, sucking your juices off with a satisfied groan. “Fuck, that was so hot.” She chuckled, setting the semi-clean toy down on the bed before crawling over you, kissing you deeply. “How did it compare to your fantasies?”

“So much fucking better.” You panted and she laughed.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“And exactly how often to you spend the night alone in the dark, touching yourself, pretending it’s me?”

Despite the last hour, you felt your cheeks blaze at her question, “every night,” you admitted in a desperate whisper.

“Well.” Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, “I think we have plenty more to get through then. What other kind of naughty fantasies do you have in that brain of yours, hmm? How many different ways do you think I can make you come before the sun comes up?”

“Oh god…” your eyes fell shut, your aching pussy already starting to tingle again, knowing this time it would be Tara touching you and you wouldn’t have to imagine it anymore.

“That’s what I thought.” She snickered, her hand ghosting up your inner thigh. “So why don’t you think about it while I play with this pretty pussy, then you can tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to you.”

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