Dream Impossible Dreams And Make Them A Reality

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You were sitting at up at the hotel bar, gin martini in front of you, eyes flitting between a few of the television screens. There was only one covering a sporting event and it was almost a relief, news and politics playing out on the others while one lone screen in the corner was currently occupied by some reality love competition. You had a feeling it was solely for the hotel staff’s entertainment, small groups of them continuing to huddle beneath it, murmuring and laughing to each other, occasionally passing off folded bills with wicked grins or frowns across their faces. 

It was more than safe to say that you were bored, work completed and left in a somewhat strange city all on your own with nothing to do. You’d thought maybe the hotel bar would provide some entertainment, a story to watch unfold, some lone sucker to harmlessly flirt your way into free drinks with, anything to occupy your mind that felt like it was currently drying up completely. You were debating between ordering another drink or bringing a bottle of wine up to your room when a breeze shivered its way over your shoulders.

A second later a somewhat familiar scent clouded over you, a hint of velvety amber, a summers day called to a close, almost woodsy with a touch of vanilla. You had almost identified it when you could suddenly feel the heat of someone’s body directly behind yours and an arm reached out, snagging the toothpick of olives from your glass and your head whipped around. 

“Jesus.” You swore quietly, body jumping at the sight of Emily, practically caging you into the bar.

She chuckled, the toothpick disappearing between her lips before chewing the olive down. Her eyes not leaving yours, she placed the garnish back into your glass, fingertips moving to dance up your arm, trailing over your collarbone.

“You really think you could come all the way to my neck of the woods and not bother mentioning it?” Her forefinger and thumb pinched your chin, turning your face up to hers so her breath was hot against your lips when she spoke. “Naughty girl.”

Your breath hitched, your lips automatically parting to breathe her in as a pulsing began between your legs. Emily’s lips curved up into a smirk and she let go of your chin, her arm resting against the bar and you were free to pick up your drink. Your lips murmuring around the rim as you spoke, 

“How’d you even find me?”

A puff of air left her lips and she shifted, watching as you tilted back your glass. While the last drop of liquor and brine was sucked between your lips she braced a hand on the back of your chair, the other one still on the ledge of the bar.

“I’m a very skilled FBI agent… or did you forget that princess?”

“No.” Your answer was barely a breath, carefully placing your now empty glass down.

“That’s what I thought.” Her lips brushed the side of your neck and you shivered, “now are you gonna be a good girl?” Her teeth nipped at your earlobe right before she pressed a kiss beneath it, “or am I going to have to send you back to Daddy with a note saying you deserve a nice, rough, spanking?”

“Fuck.” Your eyes almost fluttered shut, the slight noise of the bar keeping your senses barely aware of where you currently were.

Emily’s fingers pinched at your side, “such dirty language for such a pretty girl.” A wad of bills appeared on the bar top to cover your tab before she nudged your neck with her nose, “I’d like a tour. Why don’t you go ahead and show me your room, hmm?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

*

Emily had your blouse yanked over your head and her mouth sucking a mark onto your neck the second the hotel room door was shut behind you. Your hands grasped at her clothing, tugging it from her body, slipping underneath the fabric, fingers trialing over her soft skin. 

One of her hands sunk into the roots of your hair, threading it around her fingers and tugging, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat. Her teeth nipped your neck before her lips curved into her signature smirk, her other hand sinking lower, squeezing your ass through your skirt.

“You like that?” Her voice husked against your ear.

Your head did its best to nod, a soft whimper leaving your lips and she clicked her tongue, pulling on your hair once again.

“Uh-uh.” Hand still pulling your head back she straightened herself, standing over you, dark eyes boring into yours as her head tilted. “Good girls use their fuckin’ words.”

“Yes Mommy.” You whined and your knees weakened at the smile she gave you in return.

“There she is.” Her lips hovered over yours, barely brushing you with a kiss before she spoke, “needy little slut. Just like I remember.”

Letting go of your hair, her hands moved to undo the buttons of her shirt, dropping the fabric down her arms to the floor. She reached toward you, hands circling your waist and running up your bare torso, pausing to cup your chest over your bra, squeezing at the curves, chuckling at the way your lower lip trembled. Her hands slid behind you, undoing your bra and it joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Before you could really wrap your head around how her hands felt on your exposed skin, your skirt had been shoved down your legs, leaving you bare except for the baby pink lace thong covering your cunt. 

“Cute.” Emily murmured, finger slipping under the band, letting it snap back against your skin, “now get on your fucking knees.”

You didn’t have to think, just obeyed, dropping to the ground in front of her, watching with hungry eyes as she started to undo her belt, sliding her pants down her legs along with her underwear. A subtle nod of her head was all you needed to lean forward, bracing your hands on her thighs, fingers gently digging into the soft skin as her hand slid into your hair again. 

“Good girl.” She cooed, guiding your face into her cunt, a gasp leaving her lips when your nose bumped against her clit. 

You couldn’t help but groan, inhaling her scent, lips parting to get a taste of her, mouth slowly moving against her, kissing her pussy. You hadn’t even realized how much you’d missed it until her juices hit your tongue and you squeezed your thighs together as you sunk your mouth deeper between her legs. 

“Fuck…” she muttered, hips rocking towards your face and you took that as a sign to get things moving faster. 

Your tongue slipped out, dragging through her pussy slowly as you gazed up to her and a sense of pride washed over you at the look she gave you in return. The way her eyes darkened, pink splotches spreading over her chest as her breathing picked up and her lips parted. Tongue still pressed against her you giggled, wagging your head side to side, rubbing against her clit and her head fell back, a hand reaching to the dresser behind her for support. 

“Go on princess.” She urged, fingertips digging into your head, “make Mommy come on that dirty mouth of yours.”

Your lips were already wrapping around her clit when you nodded, sucking the nub into your mouth as she let out a swear. Your mouth moved with ease, tongue tracing patterns, pressing harder when her body tensed, dipping further between her legs when she started to pant too hard, eagerly lapping up the juices smearing her pussy lips. You groaned into her, vibrations causing her to shiver, her own moans leaving her parted lips as heat prickled beneath her skin. 

Emily’s pussy pulsed around nothing, another wave of arousal leaking out of her and smearing itself across your lips. Her hips bucked up at the sensation of your tongue dipping into her cunt and she looked down at you, a quiet swear under her breath at the way your lips were glistening with the taste of her. Your eyes heavy, drooping shut as your mouth worked her, pulling her closer and closer to her peak with each pass of your tongue. 

“More.” She grunted, shoving your head harder between her legs and you quickly shifted your position.

Your mouth popped off her pussy and you gasped for air, a burst of breathless giggles coming from your lips as your hands continued your movements. Two fingers pressing against her heat, swirling until they were coated in juices and easily sunk into her throbbing cunt.

“Oh fuck!” She clenched down around you instantly, her thighs quaking around your arm. 

Your fingers curled inside her and her body pulsed, wetness dripping down your wrist. Two more flicks of your wrist and her eyes were screwed shut, both hands pressed against the dresser behind her. With a satisfied grin, you leant forward again, lips sucking around her clit as you continued to finger her. Your tongue pressed against the swollen nub and she gasped, pussy squeezing around your fingers.

Emily’s fingers clawed at the dresser, she could barely control her breathing, any and all thoughts lost to the feeling of your mouth on her. The way your fingers worked her like magic, the warmth, wet of your tongue, the way you didn’t give a single fuck about the mess her pussy was leaving all across your face. She gasped when you curled your fingers, pressing right where she needed and a cry left her lips, her hips jumping toward you and stilling as she came.

“Shit.” She muttered, hand stroking at the top of your head, gently nudging you from her, giving herself a second to recover. 

You slipped your fingers from her, sitting back on your heels with a giggle, looking up to her with a smile on your cheeks. 

“Such a good girl when you want to be, huh princess?”

“Yes Mommy.” You nodded.

“Good.” She reached down, hand circling your wrist, the one with streaks of her cum smeared down it, two fingers still shimmering in the low light of the hotel room. She pressed your arm downward, “now touch yourself, get that greedy pussy ready for Mommy’s cock, alright?”

You didn’t have to wait for further instruction, slipping your dripping fingers into your panties and starting to rub your clit. Gasping, you pressed harder, already incredibly sensitive and turned on, if it wasn’t for the lace pressing into you, there would be juices dripping down your legs. 

Emily’s hand caressed your cheek, “that’s it.” Her thumb trailed over your lips and you parted them for her so she could slide the digit into your mouth. “Now fuck yourself, you needy girl. Get those fingers in that tight little pussy.”

Your eyes fell shut as you did as she asked, fingers slowly stretching out your cunt as your lips closed around Emily’s thumb. She sunk it deeper into your mouth, pressing against your tongue as you began to finger yourself. A satisfied hum left her lips when you moaned around her, your wrist flicking beneath your panties. Pulling her thumb back ever so slightly she started using it to fuck your mouth, a silent instruction for you to use the same rhythm to fuck yourself. 

You began to bounce, hips pathetically rocking against your own hand, grinding your cunt down, pressing the heel of your hand into your clit. Wetness dripped out, soaking the pale pink lace between your legs, your knees digging into the hotel carpet as you began to lose yourself. 

Emily’s hand shifted, two fingers replacing her thumb, pushing deeper into your mouth and you nearly gagged around them, refusing to part your lips for a full breath. Eager to show her how good you could be, that you deserved whatever reward she was going to give you, that it would be more than worth it. You could feel saliva building up in your mouth and this time when she pulled her fingers outward a line of drool dripped out of the corner of your mouth. 

The heat continued to pulse through your body, firing under your skin, whining as you rocked on your hand, sucking on Emily’s fingers. The build up expanded and you shivered, whimpering around her fingers as neediness found its way into your eyes and you refused to open them and let her see. To have her realize tears were creeping their way in, silently begging her to let you come. You had to be good. You had to prove it to her. Your fingers curled and you let out a whine, your chest heaving and you heard a chuckle come from above you. 

But it wasn’t from Emily.

Neither was the voice that followed.

“What a messy little slut.” Olivia’s altered voice rang through the room.

Your eyes sprung open, lips pouting around Emily’s fingers as you looked up into the camera lens, Olivia on the other side of the phone.

“Awe princess,” she cooed, watching a tear roll over your flushed cheek, “there’s no reason to cry. I’m sure Mommy would let you come if you just asked.”

Your eyes flicked from the lens to Emily, begging silently before she pulled her fingers from your mouth and you sucked in a gasp of air.

“Please?” You whimpered, pussy squeezing around your own fingers, “please, Mommy can I come?”

“Nope.” Her wet fingers tapped your chin, closing your mouth and she laughed darkly at the pout on your lips, the desperation in your eyes. “I told you to get yourself ready for me, I never said anything about coming.”

“Good thing you asked.” Olivia laughed through the phone.

Emily propped the device up on the dresser, giving ample view of the pristine California King bed before turning back to you.

“Now, get up on the bed and get rid of that excuse you call underwear.” She gestured, “let your Daddy get a look at that messy little cunt before I fuck it, alright?”

“Shit.” It was barley a mutter, but all you could muster as you scrambled to your feet and yanked the offending fabric down your legs. 

Glancing to the phone, you took a breath before sitting on the foot of the bed, pushing yourself back just far enough to spread your legs wide, heels propped up on the edge. Your hand slunk down your body to between your legs, fingers pulling open your pussy and you could hear Olivia’s sharp inhale through the speaker.

“God you’re just fucking wrecked already.” She laughed, “has she even touched you yet?”

“Mm-mm.” You shook your head.

Emily reappeared at your side, naked, silicone cock hanging between her legs, and her hand cupped your cheek to tilt your face to her. She leant down, finally kissing you properly before turning to the camera.

“Greedy girl just loves eating pussy that much.”

“Oh, I know.” Olivia chuckled and you couldn’t help your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

Emily’s hand slunk down between your legs, fingers easily slipping into your pussy and she nearly laughed, “Jesus.” Her hand pumped, slipping a third finger in and you keened, dropping down onto the bed, pussy on full display for Olivia. “You like that, huh? Our little dirty girl.” Her fingers shoved into you, curling, pressing right where you needed and you clamped down around her, a whine leaving your lips, “don’t even need any warm up, you’re just ready for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You shuddered, “god, please Mommy.”

Her fingers slipped out, spanking your puffy pussy lips as a dark laugh echoed from the phone, “please what?”

“Please fuck me.” You groaned, cracking your eyes open to look up at her, “need your cock.”

Olivia’s voice cut in again, thicker, deeper than before, “bend her over the side of the bed.”

Emily grasped your ankles, swiveling your body to meet hers at the side of the bed, the toy between her legs grinding into your wetness and you yelped softly, your body jumping. Her hands found your waist, easily manhandling you onto your stomach, legs dangling off the edge.

“Ready princess?” She asked, her hands soothing up and down your sides.

“Yes.” Your nods shoved your face into the bed, mussing up the sheets and you could feel the absolute ache between your legs. 

Emily swiped her hand through your cunt, collecting your juices before wrapping it around her cock, smearing the wetness down its length. She let out a soft groan as the base of the toy pressed against her, her head falling back ever so slightly. She watched the way your back arched, how you pressed your ass towards her, your feet spreading on the floor so she could see your pussy and the way it shimmered, coated with arousal. 

A whisper of a cry left your lips when she ran the head of her cock through you, barely nudging it into your entrance. Her other hand was tight on your waist, holding you still so you couldn’t fuck yourself on the toy yet. 

“Please, please…” Your fingers began to claw at the sheets and you heard Olivia groan from the phone. 

“Has she been good?” She asked as Emily ground her cock against you.

“Oh, so good for me.” She pushed just the tip into you again, watching as your back arched and your lips parted, “isn’t that right princess?”

“S-so good.” The tears were building back up behind your eyes. 

It wasn’t often Olivia called you pathetic in the bedroom, but you sure as hell felt it right now. You’d already been so bored, so riled up, so fucking horny, all it took was one look at Emily and you’d ruined your panties. By the time she actually touched your pussy you’d nearly jumped, so fucking sensitive you felt like a single tap of her finger and you’d be screaming. You whimpered, wiggling your body without realizing the motion made your clit grind into the bed and you let out a cry, wetness dripping out of your needy pussy, pooling on the pristine sheets. Behind you, Emily let out a low hum, her finger running through you before the sound of her sucking your juices off it and a second tear finally broke free from the corner of your eye.

“Oh, sweet girl…” it was Olivia’s voice that pulled you back to earth, the gentle tone pulling your gaze to the device and you sniffled. “It’s alright baby, Daddy’s here.”

“I..I need.” You panted and your eyes suddenly fell shut at the feeling of Emily’s cock nudging into you, “oh god.” 

Your head fell into the sheets, every muscle in your body relaxing as Emily slowly thrust into you, inch by inch until she was buried to the hilt. Your pussy pulsed around her, throbbing in time with your heartbeat, pounding in your ears until Emily’s cool hands rubbed soothingly up your back, pushing your loose hair off your neck. The cool draft from the air conditioning settled over your body and you sank into the mattress. 

Emily bent over you, lips pressing into the back of your neck, slowly inching her way down your spine with a trail of kisses. “That better, princess?”

“Yeah.” You twitched underneath her, pussy leaking around her cock, “ca-can you—fuck. M..m-move.” Every word felt heavy on your tongue, your body firing off so much that your brain didn’t want to work, “not gon’ last.” Your face scrunched, “please!”

“Such a good girl.” Emily purred, hands gently holding your waist as she pulled out far enough to leave the tip resting between your soaked lips. 

“Don’t hold back.” Olivia commented.

Emily didn’t. 

She could feel your body already trembling in her hands, you’d been so good, such a lucky way to end her tedious day, you deserved to be rewarded. Deserved to come as soon as you wanted, as many times as you wanted and she was going to give you whatever you wanted. Gripping your hips she thrust into you, deep and hard, setting a rhythm she knew would have you seeing stars in only a matter of minutes. 

You began to rock your body back towards her, pushing up on your toes to take her cock even deeper, each thrust stretching you out in ways that were making your eyes roll back in your head. Every nerve in your body was on fire, even if you’d wanted to speak, to beg, you couldn’t, incoherent mumbles, whines and moans falling from your lips as Emily fucked you. 

“That’s it princess, you take me so fucking well.” One of her hands slipped around your body, sneaking between your legs to play with your clit and you shrieked at the touch, “be a good girl and come for us, huh? Make that tight little pussy come all over Mommy’s cock.” Her fingers pressed harder and another tear curved over your cheek, “think you can do that for us?”

You were amazed you could hear her, your body tensing, twitching, shaking beyond your control as her cock dragged through your walls. You did your best to nod, lipstick smearing across the bedsheets as you did so, body quickly becoming Jello under Emily’s.

Her fingers pressed against you, rubbing in tight, quick circles while her hips slammed into yours, you barely had time to register Olivia’s voice before you heard a cry leave your lips and your vision went white. Toes curling, knees buckling, you clawed so tightly at the sheets if you’d been fully in your body you would’ve been sure you were going to rip them. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuckk-kkk. Oh, oh…ah!”

Emily stilled her hips, cock buried deep inside your throbbing cunt, she could feel the wetness dribbling out, coating your thighs, smearing across hers, dripping down onto the sheets. You were practically heaving under her, body twitching with pleasure.

“Good girl.” She cooed, her hands coasting up your sides, slipping up your arms until her fingers linked into yours, easing them from the bedsheets. “Such a good girl for us.” Her lips brushed the side of your head, her thumbs soothing against yours, “you’re alright.” You whimpered, squeezing at her hands and she returned the gesture, “need an answer baby. Are you alright?”

“Ye.. yes.” You shifted, trying to roll your head to hers and hissed, your cunt clenching around her, “too much.”

“Sorry baby.” She kissed your shoulder, sitting up, “I’m sorry.” Ever so gently she pulled her cock out, unsurprised at the full body shiver you let out as she did, juices dribbling out. 

“S’okay.” You murmured.

Emily waited for your breathing to come back to normal, your body slowly losing any and all tension while she cooed sweet nothings and praise. Her hands softly rubbing your shoulders, the crook of your neck, easing any pain and stiffness, making sure you were utterly relaxed before she returned to the apex of your legs.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy.” Emily’s hands softly squeezed at your thighs, “should we let Daddy get a look.”

You cracked your eyes open, nodding, “mmhmm.”

Emily smiled softly, waiting for your lips to form a tired smile, your eyes falling shut happily before she moved to grab the phone. She knelt between your legs, urging your thighs open to give Olivia a proper view of your drenched, puffy, fully fucked out pussy. 

“Shit.” Her voice came through the phone, “can’t wait to get my mouth on that.”

Emily chuckled, “this was fun. Shame she’s mine for the weekend.”

She only paused to give the camera a wicked grin before disconnecting the call, tossing the phone to the nightstand. You couldn’t help but laugh, finally able to roll your body onto its side to face her. 

“She’s not gonna like that.”

She raised a shoulder in a shrug, “her fault for not coming out to DC.” She settled onto the edge of the bed, spreading her legs, “now… how about you clean up the mess you made on Mommy’s cock, hm?”

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At the sound of your giggle, he pulled his gaze further up, cock straining in his pants as he took in your bare chest, nipples pert and hard in the cool air of the room until he finally landed on your face, lips pulled into a teasing smirk, eyes dark and eager.

“What?” You asked, feigning innocence. 

“I know I should care about the reason you’re naked in my bed, but I will enjoy it for the moment.”

You laughed again, a hand softly trailing over your bare skin, “not naked.” You toyed with the waistband of your panties, “had to leave something to the imagination.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a tease?” He asked, already undoing the buttons of his shirt and you nodded, a wicked grin spreading over your cheeks.

“Took a nap.” You offered with a shrug, “and I was dreaming of my legs wrapped around your waist.” 

Rafael watched as your hand sunk between your legs, palming at the wet fabric he wanted to tear off your body. A soft moan left your lips and his cock pulsed, he couldn’t help but groan when your fingers pushed your panties to the side, trailing through your pussy lips, smearing your juices around.

“God, it felt so good.” Your head dropped back into the pillows, lips parted ever so slightly as you continued to toy with yourself, “the way your cock pounded into me,” you easily slipped two fingers into your cunt, “so. Fucking. Deep.” Each word accented with a hard flick of your wrist and Rafael could hear the wetness sopping throughout the room.

“Sweetheart…” his voice took on a heaviness, a hint of darkness that caught your attention.

“What?” You cracked an eye open, smirk on your lips as you watched him approach the bed, your fingers still moving languidly, “am I playing with something of yours?”

Shirt now stripped, chest bare, Rafael’s hands swiftly undid his belt as he kneeled onto the bed, stalking towards you. His eyes were dark, holding your gaze until they shot down to between your legs, watching you for only a second before his fingers circled your wrist, halting your movements.

“You know better.” He tsk’d, pulling your fingers from your pussy and lifting your hand up to his mouth, sucking your fingers between his lips with a loud groan. 

His eyes fell shut as your fingers sunk all the way into his mouth, your juices taking over his senses, every thought lost to how much he loved the way you tasted. He felt your fingers tap against his tongue and he opened his eyes to find you watching him, a grin on your lips and a blush on your cheeks. Slowly you began to push your fingers deeper into his mouth, your body tingling at the way his tongue wrapped around them, leaving no inch untasted, until you began to pull them out. You flipped your hand around, palm up and let out a moan at the way Rafael instantly sucked them back into his mouth, not letting his eyes drop from yours until he sucked them hard, groaning as he throbbed in his pants.

His hand squeezed your wrist, reluctantly pulling the digits from his mouth.

“God, you are fucking delectable, you know that?”

“So you keep telling me.”

“Lie back, let me get a real taste.”

A soft giggle left your lips and your head dropped back into the pillows, grin on your cheeks as you watched Rafael yank your panties down your legs and toss them over his shoulder. With his hands around your ankles, he spread you wide open, eyes raking up your supple skin until they landed at the apex of your thighs. Already wet and glistening in the low light of the room, the perfect pussy he loved oh so fucking much. His hands brushed up your legs, keeping you spread as he laid onto his stomach, hands pressed against your thighs. 

“Fuck.” He muttered, eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled your scent, unable to resist grinding his hips into the mattress. His soft moan pushed hot air towards your cunt and you whimpered, your thighs trembling beneath his hands. 

“Raf…” A hand came down, threading into his hair and he chuckled, opening his eyes.

He pressed a kiss into your inner thigh, “how long have you been waiting for me?”

“Too long.” You grumbled, your hand clawing at his scalp.

Smirk on his lips he mouthed at your leg again, “you must be a needy little thing by now then, hmm?”

Rather than reply, your hips rocked up off the bed, attempting to shift him where you wanted him most. Instead of doing what you wanted, Rafael chuckled, his teeth sinking into the supple skin of your inner thigh. A hiss left your lips, your eyes scrunched,

“Raf!”

“What?” He glanced up at you, a wicked look in his eyes, “I can’t mark what’s mine?” His tongue slowly licked over the teeth indents, soothing the burn, “a little something for only my eyes.”

Your body twitched under his touch when his lips latched onto the spot, sucking it into his mouth, scraping his teeth across your skin, tongue swirling patterns around it. He could feel the heat coming from your pussy, unable to resist his free hand slowly inched up until it was nearly cupping you, thumb right at the bottom of your slit.

“Please.” It was all but a whisper, wafting through the evening air until it met his ears.

Then his thumb moved, slowly dragging through your pussy with a featherlight touch. He brought it all the way up, then immediately circled it back down, avoiding your clit and in that moment you didn’t even care. Rafael’s teeth sunk into your leg again as his thumb pressed harder, moving back down your cunt as he set a rhythm with his touch. A few passes later and your hips were rocking in time with his hand, trying their best to angle downwards enough for him to touch where you were aching him to.

Satisfied with the mark, Rafael left a kiss above it, resting his cheek against your thigh as he continued to play with your pussy. Thumb pressed harder this time, grinding against your wetness until he finally, brushed it over your clit and you gasped. He blew a cool stream of air over the sensitive bud, watching the way you trembled, the way your breath quickened, the goosebumps that crept their way onto your skin. He rubbed your clit torturously slow, varying the pressure, watching your pussy pulse around nothing until you were slick with arousal and it started dripping out of you.

Just as you were about to beg, groan, protest, whine, anything, his mouth was suddenly on you and your head was thrown back into the pillows.

“Fuck!” Both your hands shot to his hair, clutching at his head as he groaned between your legs. 

His tongue dragged through your cunt slowly, savouring the taste, not letting a singular drop go to waste. Rafael adored eating you out, he could and would happily do it every day if he could. Didn’t matter if you were stressed, if he was stressed, both were resolved by your pussy on his tongue and an orgasm. Good day? Let’s celebrate by having you sit on his face. Bad day? Let’s try to make us both forget by crushing his skull between your thighs. There was no place he’d rather dive into than this, and he was certain to make sure you knew that. Every. Single. Time. 

The way his tongue danced through you, swirling your wetness, smearing it up over your throbbing clit, hips jumping up whenever he came close to it. He ducked down, tongue tipping into your pussy, face grinding into you, juices smearing across his lips as his nose bumped against you.

“Oh god, baby.” You moaned, body beginning to writhe against the bed. 

Every one of his ministrations was making sparks fly under your skin, little twitches, nerves firing off as pleasure built deeper and deeper inside you. Your skin was already prickling, aching for more. You pulled a hand away from his head, reaching downward and it only took a second for him to know what you needed, his own grasping yours, interlacing your fingers as he continued to mouth at your cunt.

“More.” You squeezed at his hand, “please.”

With a moan that reverberated against your pussy, vibrations sending sparks through your body, Rafael slid his mouth up, lips wrapping around your pulsing clit. A gasp left your lips, squeezing at his hand harder while his free one cupped your heat, fingertips nudging at your entrance. You couldn’t help but moan, lifting your hips to the touch and your mouth fell open as he thrust two fingers inside you. 

“Fuck, Raf…” you groaned, pussy pulsing around him already. 

He replied with a muffled growl against your skin, fingers dipping deeper into your cunt, swirling and scissoring, pumping in and out with ease. You could feel your pussy soaking him, wetness seeping out around his fingers, more dripping to the sheets with each pass of his hand, drops swirling their way down his wrist. Rafael curled his fingers, and when you mewled, he knew he’d found the spot, his lips smirking around your clit. 

“Yes!” You cried out, “right there.” 

He crooked his fingers again, pressing against the sensitive spot and your entire body tensed, thighs shivering around him. His tongue slipped down, lapping up the extra wetness his fingers were pulling from you, eager to catch every single drop so he could savour the taste of you on his tongue for the rest of the night. His cock throbbed, aching for friction and as he ground against the bed through his pants, he could feel the wet spot of pre-cum spreading on the fabric. 

The noises you were making were more than enough to drive him on, feeling the way your pussy clenched around his fingers, the way you trembled each time he brushed past your g-spot, your chest practically heaving. He watched the way your body was shivering for only a moment before he ducked back down, his lips latching around your clit.

“Fuck!” Your body tensed as fire burst through you, nerve endings jolting as his tongue danced around your throbbing clit. “Oh, God! M’close.”

Rafael quickened his fingers, pressing harder, sucking you deeper into his mouth, teeth scraping over your clit ever so gently. You took over every single one of his senses, your taste on his tongue, your scent encompassing him, the noises you made, music to his ears. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t hold back, humping against the bed in the same rhythm his fingers plunged in and out of your wetness. Without even having to think about it, your hips began to rock upwards to him, eager for more, matching the rhythm. A fine-tuned dance as the need for pleasure took over the both of you. 

“Raf!” Your fingers squeezed tight at his and he curled his fingers again, longer, harder, dragging them as he sucked hard on your clit and a second later you let out a cry, body convulsing as juices dripped out of your cunt. 

Rafael lifted his mouth of you only long enough to watch you come, his hips still grinding against the bed as your body shook. His eyes darkened, an almost whimper leaving his lips as his eyes trained in on the juices dribbling over your puffy pussy. 

“Good girl.” He cooed, hands stroking at your thighs before he leaned in, tongue lapping, lips sucking up as much of your release as he could. “’M not gonna last.” He groaned, cock pulsing, still in his pants.

With a breathless giggle, you were quick to yank him upwards, pulling him into a deep kiss. Your tongue plunged into his mouth, tasting yourself as you sat up, hand quickly sinking into his pants. Rafael hissed at the contact, his hips jutting forward at the touch.

“Lemme take care of you.” You murmured, lips brushing against his skin as you tugged him toward the edge of the bed, sliding off the edge to settle on your knees. 

Rafael’s mind barely had time to catch up to what you were doing before his cock was in your mouth, buried all the way to the hilt.

“Oh, fuck!”

Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and you were more than grateful to lick it up, sucking it deep into your mouth as you bobbed on his cock. His hands settled into your hair, hips jolting each time you sunk further down, his thoughts and words lost to him, only able to pant as your tongue swirled around him and you hollowed your cheeks. 

A loud grunt left his lips, cock twitching between your lips as his cum shot into your mouth. His hand softened in your hair, gently stroking it as you sucked him dry. You let out a low groan at the taste of him, letting it savour on your tongue for a moment before swallowing, finally popping off his cock and leaning back on your heels.

“Shit.” He muttered, a small laugh coming from him when he looked up and you proudly parted your lips, showcasing your clean tongue. “Good girl.”

His hand ghosted down your cheek, thumb rubbing over your chin as he pulled you to him, kissing you softly. You climbed back into his lap as he kicked off his pants, shifting until you were both laid up against the headboard. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you returned the motion on his chest. 

“Sorry.” He murmured against your hair.

“Raf,” you chuckled, lifting your chin to catch his gaze, “you basically got off just on eating my pussy. There’s no reason to apologize. That’s fucking hot.”

He laughed, leaning in to steal another kiss, “can’t say it was the dinner I was expected to come home to.”

You swatted at his chest, pinching his skin, “that was just an appetizer. We can order in.” Your hand trailed up his chest, tickling up his neck and into the hair at the back of his head as your lips ghosted over his. “Eat on the balcony.” You pressed a kiss to his lips, tongue just daring to trace over them, “then I’ll ride your cock until my pussy’s stuffed full of your cum.”

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SET AFTER:

Sassy - Dana's world is turned upside down when a face from her past appears at PTMC.

Choir Girl/Wild Girl - Dana's world is turned upside down when a face from her past appears at PTMC.

You don’t expect the ghost writer.

Who would after 40 years?

She sits across from you in the break room as you stare at her, your hand grasping your travel mug of coffee so tightly that your knuckles turn white. You have no idea how Giselle found you. You suspect it’s because she was a journalist in a former life, they’re used to hunting down sources.

“So…” You begin trying to pull your jumbled thoughts together. “Your publisher wants you to write a book about the band, and you want to interview me to get all the ‘gory details’ as you put it. What if I don’t want to do that?”

“Rage Bitch! was a movement.” Giselle tells you with an enthusiasm that comes with youth. She’s in her early thirties, in the midst of a flourishing career which makes her a lioness in your eyes, hungry for knowledge, not afraid to kill for it. “It was punk rock, feminist and it inspired hundreds of young women to challenge the patriarchy, to question the roles that they were being forced into.”

She doesn’t know that her words are like a brand, stabbing into your chest, searing holes into the flesh underneath. These are all the things you and Dana talked about back then, all the things she betrayed when she returned to Pittsburgh. It’s not as simple as that, you know. There were other factors at work, pushing and pulling in different directions. But your heart, its a mess right now, it has been ever since you laid eyes on her again for the first time in almost four decades.

“While we want a more rounded POV, if you don’t consent to the interviews we’ll have to go with everything that your drummer Jaz has told us." Giselle pauses, crossing one leg over the other. “She has quite a few stories to tell about you and Sassy.”

Your foot taps, your knee jingling. Jaz has never gotten over the downfall of Rage Bitch!. The band was in it’s prime in 86, doing sold out tours around the country, being courted by even bigger record labels. She’s had relative success since but nowhere near anything at that level.

“You know that Jaz spent the entire eighties coked up right?” You remind Giselle, meeting her gaze with a steely one of your own. “That kind of long term damage, it has a tendency to distort memory.”

“So, you’re saying the two of you weren’t...” You shake your head to cut off her words, but she talks right over the gesture. “Because I have additional sources that say otherwise. They say that you were a couple, that you lived together for almost a year, that you used to fuck in the dressing room after gigs…”

She trails off when you give her that look, the one that slices through flesh like a scalpel. It’s on a bunch of album covers, that deep feminine rage that gave the band its name.

“Look.” She sighs, her elbows coming to rest on the table as she tilts towards you. You’re meant to mirror her actions, to lean in as if you’re just two girls gossiping over a glass of wine. You stay fixed in place, travel mug clasped in your hand and the worst case of resting bitch face she’ll have seen in her fucking life. “Everyone wants to know what happened to Rage Bitch! You were going somewhere and then suddenly the whole thing crumbled. Jaz says it’s because Sassy broke your heart, that you couldn’t play guitar after that. That that’s why you retrained as a nurse.”

“Or it could just be because I wanted a steady pay check, or that our pyrotechnics guy blew himself up so badly one night that it killed me that I didn’t know how to help him.” You retort taking a sip from your travel mug. The coffee’s lukewarm now, it makes you pull a face as you swallow it down.

“Is that true?” Her eyes brighten, and you realise you’ve just given her another piece of the puzzle, another nugget of information she’s stowing away for later.

“I guess we’ll never know.” You shrug as you check the watch on your wrist. It’s a cheap, worn out thing, something you’ve had since New York but the sentimentality behind it, it’s priceless. “My break’s over.”

Giselle rises to her feet, slinging her chocolate brown Marc Jacobs satchel over her shoulder. “Do you know where Sassy is now? She’s the one that’s been the hardest to track down.”

“No.” You lie thinking of Dana downstairs and the life she’s made for herself with a husband, three girls and a church choir. “I haven’t got a clue.”

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