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It was Jane's idea.
Social media scared Jane, and as she lays, her wrists tied above her head, August's mouth tracing every inch of her body, her body tense from not having orgasmed in 18 days, she thinks maybe social media should scare her.
She saw it on a TikTok, which she only downloaded because Myla said she should, despite August's warning. She saw all the videos about No Nut November and although they were mostly jokes, something about it appealed to her. Maybe because she believed she'd have the upper hand. Maybe because she underestimated August. But she mentioned it to August, challenged her into her, and here she was, seconds away from losing.
Really, at this point, the only thing keeping her from letting go was her pride. Was she really so addicted to August and the way August brought her to the edge that she couldn't last 30 days? Past Jane would've ran away from this. This feeling, deep in her chest. This love.
But Jane's here, even if she's getting her ass kicked in this stupid challenge.
August crawls over Jane, her hands twisted in the bed sheets on each side of Jane's head. She looks positively evil, like she knows exactly what she's doing to Jane, and she probably does. August is smart like that, and it makes Jane's head a little dizzy to think of her intelligent girlfriend being so conniving. She brings her mouth down to Jane's and kisses her hard, biting at her lips just the way Jane loves, and no matter how much Jane tries to take control of the situation, she can't. She's weak to August and her soft lips and the way her tits looks in red lace.
She's weak and only getting weaker by the minute.
"You missed this, didn't you?" August whispers, leaning down to bite at Jane's next. Jane groans, her hips raising off the bed, desperate for something. "You've missed me?"
"Fuck, angel," Jane mutters, doing everything she can not to admit it. She can't lose. Not yet. Not until November ends.
"Don't worry. You don't have to tell me. I already know," August grins, then shuffles back down Jane's body and does what Jane has been dreading: she unbuttons Jane's jeans. The moment August touches her, she's going to know. She's going to know how soaked Jane is, how bad she wants August to touch her or taste her or something and Jane isn't sure if she'll ever live this down. The embarassment. Especially with how cocky she'd been when she suggested it.
Jane's jeans are tossed aside, leaving her in August's t-shirt, pushed up to her neck so August could kiss down her body, and her simple, black underwear. August pushes Jane's legs apart and sits between them, running her fingers over Jane's covered pussy.
She's embarassed with how loud she moans. And she's embarassed by August's grin. And she's embarassed by the way August says, "You try to pretend, but your panties are soaked. You can't hide from me, baby."
Jane wants to crawl in a hole and die, but there's something about the way the shame blooms in her chest and spreads through her body that wants more. It's unfamiliar and it's new but she likes it and she'll have to talk about it with August later but right now she just wants more. She wants everything.
August rubs Jane's clit through her underwear, and the stimulation is too much after barely being touched for so long. She whines and feels tears burn in the back of her throat and feels herself get embarassingly close embarassingly fast. She tries to hide it but August knows. She knows her too well, better than Jane has ever let anyone know her, and she pulls her hand away.
"Really?" August says, raising an eyebrow. "You were that close already? I've barely even touched you." August leans forward, right in Jane's face, and looks like she pities Jane so much. Like she can't believe how desperate Jane is. And she says, "You're really just pussy whipped, aren't you, baby?"
And something in Jane snaps.
"Please," Jane says, still straining against her bonds, desperate to touch August, desperate for something. She feels wild, out of control, and she loves it. She'll lose, she'll cope with losing. But she won't cope with not having August. Not for one more second. "You win. You won, okay? I'm done. I can't do it anymore. Fuck me, August. Please, angel. Please."
August rests a hand on her face and laughs. "Poor baby. Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."
August moves back and hooks her fingers in the waistband of Jane's underwear, and they're barely tossed to the side before Jane's legs are on August's shoulders and she's eating Jane out like her life depends on it. Jane groans, twisting her head back and forth to try to hide, but to no avail. There's no hiding from this. There's no hiding from August.
Jane cums fast and hard. She's not expecting it, and it hits her body like a wild fire, starting at where August's mouth meets her body and fanning out until she feels it through her whole body. It's her first orgasm in 18 days and fuck, Jane almost forgot how much she missed this. How much she loved sex. Black dots cloud her vision and she blinks them away. She's not ready to quit yet.
August pulls away and Jane honest-to-god whines at the loss. August smirks at her, her lips wet with Jane and she cocks her head. "What? Once wasn't enough for you?"
"Angel," Jane says between gritted teeth, and it isn't long until August's mouth is back on her, her index finger entering Jane with ease. Jane moans as August teases her g-spot as she sucks on her clit. It's difficult to get words out, but she's so desperate to touch August in this moment that she puts every thought into the words, "Let me out."
August pauses, the time hellish for Jane's sex-crazed mine, and it only takes August a moment to realize what she's talking about, and another for her to let Jane's bonds go. Jane moves immediately, positioning them so their clits will rub together once August moves her hips. She whispers out, "Fuck me, August," and August does, moving her hips at a quick, unforgiving pace.
Jane holds August steady and revels in the sounds of August's moans, the way they're breathless, as if they're being punched out of her mouth with every movement. She moves quicker and quicker until her legs tighten up in that way Jane knows so well, and Jane is right there with her, moving and pulling herself over the edge, dragging August right down with her.
August relaxes in her lap, resting her head in the crook of Jane's neck, her breaths falling hot against Jane's skin. Jane strokes her hair and sucks marks into her neck. She's far from done, and she knows from experience that August isn't anywhere close to done, either. August pulls away from her neck and looks at Jane.
"I won," August says, and Jane sighs, heat creeping onto her face.
"Did you really win if the prize was your girlfriend losing all of her pride?"
"Yeah. That's the best part." Jane laughs and leans up, capturing August in a slow, gentle kiss. August grins against her lips and tangles her hands in Jane's hair, tugging just enough to tear a moan from Jane's mouth. Jane pulls away. "Maybe I'll win next year."
"Next year?" August says, increduously, and Jane grins the same evil grin August has been showing her all night.
"Next year. But this year, I'm gonna ravage you. That cool?"
August nods, and Jane thinks maybe social media isn't so scary after all.