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Victoria cannot help but rub her chest, hoping the feeling would subdue.
But, no matter what she does, it won’t change.
It won’t change and she hates it.
She casts a dark look across the room, at Max. Max, her girlfriend. Seeing her, reminding herself that Max is her girlfriend eases the churning in her chest for a split second, but not more, as Max’s voice travels to Victoria’s ears.
She loves Max’s voice, not that she would admit it in front of a jury, but right now, she wishes Max would shut up.
Because Max is on the phone, ergo not talking to Victoria, with someone Victoria despises.
No, not despises.
Abhor.
At least the feeling is mutual.
She’s perfectly fine with hating someone, albeit it would pain her to feel that for someone Max appreciates. But here, both of them each other’s guts. They can’t stand Victoria because she has managed to pull Max—although she still wonders how she did it, sometimes. Victoria loathes them because they won’t drop the matter, as if Max would still go for them.
Max isn’t even into dudes like him, but Max is friends with him, and they sometimes talk to the phone, or on the computer, playing some stupid games—alright, they aren’t that dumb when she’s playing them with Max.
Still.
The feeling remains, akin to a poisonous flower, blooming, its stem spreading, dividing, as wild brambles. She keeps on rubbing at her chest, but it won’t go.
“Oh fuck, is that Ragnaros over there?”
She is so focus on her game, it’s almost cute. If she weren’t with that Graham boy, it could have been cute. If only she could do something to divert Max’s attention on her, without taking her out of her game, or cutting her call with that boy—especially if she can get a message across the mic, that Max will never be interested in him and…
A sudden idea pops in her mind. A good idea. A devious idea.
She smacks her lips, as a smile runs across her face. She puts her book down, stands up from her position and closes the distance to Max’s desk.
“Hey you,” Max says, grinning up at her. Her blue eyes sparkle with mirth—and have been since their gazes met.
“Hey,” Victoria says back, sweet honey suddenly dripping on that poisonous flower. She bends over to plant a kiss on Max’s cheek.
Max turns her head back to the screen. “Nothing, it’s just Victoria.”
Just Victoria, huh? Well, ‘just Victoria’ has her lips skimming over Max’s jaw.
“Oh, well, say hi to her for me,” she hears that boy say. She takes some delight in his toneless voice.
“Warren says hi,” Max uselessly conveys.
“So nice of him,” Victoria replies, as she puts a knee down to have a better access to Max’s neck.
She giggles, an adorable blush splashing her cheeks. “What are you doing, Vic?”
“Don’t mind me, just keep playing,” she murmurs to Max’s skin, before she puts her lips on its warm surface.
She relishes in the soft sigh Max lets out, and the strain her voice takes when Victoria’s hand lands on Max’s stomach, fingers splayed to the south.
“You go to the left, I take the right,” Max says, in an impressive, composed voice. She looks unaffected, except for the flush creeping up her neck.
It must be said that Victoria has barely started her teasing. Max glances at her, her eyes questioning. Victoria shakes her head in faux innocence as she pivots Max’s desk chair to have a better access to her body. Max merely protests, she just shifts to face the screen to maintain her focus. Victoria grins as she buries her face in Max’s neck, still kissing her.
“Get behind me, you’re not immune to fire, I am,” Max prevents, before slightly gasping as Victoria softly plants her teeth.
“You tell me if you want me to stop,” Victoria whispers.
Max gives a shake of her head as she bites her lower lip, her eyes still fixated on whatever is happening with her friend. Victoria doesn’t care.
“You tell me if this goes too far,” Victoria adds, as her hands drop to Max’s knees.
To that, Max nods and her eyes shift quickly to Victoria, as her legs spread open.
“Got it,” Victoria breathes against the crook of Max’s neck, before she sinks her teeth into her collarbone. Her nails scratch the inside of Max’s thigh. She twitches, despite still being dressed.
“Y—Yeah, I’m still there, sorry, there’s…” She glimpses at Victoria, whose smile only grows as their eyes meet. “I’m here.”
Victoria wonders how long it would take Max to amend that statement.
She lets her hands wander to the side of Max’s torso to land on her hipbone. She keeps on nibbling the covered skin of Max’s elbows. She won’t undress her; she gives Max the choice to remove her t-shirt herself. She hears the furious click of Max’s mouse, and the voice of that Graham boy giving her instructions. She represses a laugh. While he tells Max how to act, she’s doing all she can to make Max react.
The signs are subtle, but Victoria knows her work is starting to pay off. It’s in the longer sighs Max lets out, in the slight squirms she makes on her chair, in the various peek she takes at Victoria, in the sinking of her teeth in the flesh of her mouth. A mouth Victoria wants to kiss, but by doing so, she would interrupt their game, and Victoria prefers to give Max that choice.
One of the hand Victoria has put on either side of Max’s hips begins to slip, to trace the seam of her thighs. Max’s lips part. Victoria can’t take her eyes away from her face, from the rose tint enclosing the bottom part of her mouth, from where her lips tugged. She wants to soothe it so bad with her tongue, but it would deconcentrate Max too much, and Victoria is all in the waiting.
…or not, as her fingers falls to the crux of Max’s legs.
And God, her moan is as music to her ears.
It’s not a full moan, not one she gets when Max is digging her nails in her scalp as Victoria is eating her out. Once again, it’s subtle. It could be caused by her game, a hit she has taken, or a hit she has made. But Victoria knows the differences. She knows her Max, every inch of her.
Her thighs tighten around Victoria’s hand, as her tongue darts out of her mouth and runs over her lips. A sudden urge to do it herself travels Victoria’s veins, but she remains rooted in place, under Max’s desk, kissing Max’s clothes and Max’s neck, getting engulf in Max’s scent, as life should be.
It takes a twist of her wrist to have all her hand on Max’s pussy, and it’s all she needs for Max to take a sharp breath.
“Uh… is everything okay?” she hears from the other side.
“Y—Yeah,” Max replies in a calm voice, albeit hoarse. Her blue eyes fall on Victoria, who tilts her head, a smile curling at her mouth. Max licks her lips, once, twice. Victoria enjoys the bobbing of her throat as she swallows, before she shakes her head. She diverts her attention back on the screen. “Actually, you know what? I have to go.” She now looks at Victoria, who must be looking like the face of victory now. “Something came up, bye.”
She rips her headphones out of her ears, yanks her top above her head and pulls Victoria to her, on her chair. Their lips crash and they both sigh at the same time. Victoria climbs on her and kisses her hard, only for Max to push her back.
Victoria now realises she’s panting, desire pulsing through her veins. “What?”
“My chair is too fragile,” Max says as she stands up. She backs Victoria against her desk and grabs her face to bring her closer for a hot, tongue fuelled kiss.
She groans in Max’s mouth, presses their bodies together and buries her hands in Max’s hair, tugging her closer.
Now she can let go. Now, she can squeeze Max’s naked breast with her fingers, the rosy pebbles rolling under her palm, and unbutton Max’s pants with that hand which was supposed to remain affixed to Max’s scalp. She is done wasting any more time.
Max gasps and tense when the skin of Victoria’s fingertips encounters the curl between her legs. Victoria pulls away and flips them over, to have Max trapped instead. She trails over Max’s mouth, cheek and the slope of her jaw to come nibble her lobe.
“Bend over the desk,” she commands her, and waits for Max to obey.
Which she does, after a deep blush taints her cheeks. She represses a whimper. She’s supposed to be in charge there. She watches as Max pushes her keyboard aside—after turning her computer off—and props her elbows on the wood, her butt perked up, as she peeks behind her shoulders with lustful, dark blue eyes. Victoria cannot help but tug at her lower lip.
“Fuck,” tumbles from her lips, uncontrollable, just like the desire pooling between her legs.
She drags Max’s pants down and properly looks at her, almost naked. She doesn’t repress her want to skim the smooth surface of Max’s back with her index. She doesn’t rush but doesn’t take her time either. As she reaches her destination, she removes Max’s panties. She leans down to kiss Max’s ass, earning herself a moan when she slips her hand between Max’s thighs.
Victoria scratches her stomach, she twitches as she breathes in sharply, as if she knows what Victoria has in mind. A startled intake of breath reveals she has not envisaged Victoria starting a path with her tongue, from the inside of her thigh to her slick wetness. A stifled swear spills from her lips, as Victoria reaches her cunt from both sides and begins to draw circles on her clit, while Victoria’s tongue dips in her entrance.
Victoria should have taken her clothes before she started anything. Her underwear is most likely ruined, and her pants are about to be as well, especially if she keeps on rubbing her thighs together to create a semblance of friction. The taste of Max drips down her chin and fills her mouth. She cannot get enough of it. It’s a liquor trickling down her throat, while her ears are infused with the most heavenly symphony of Max’s ragged breath mingled with soft whimpers—the equivalent of Victoria’s throaty moans whenever Max fucks her.
The pressing of her knees on the ground starts to ache and so, after a few flicks of her tongue, she stands up. Max begins to straighten her back as well, but Victoria pushes her down the desk.
“Not yet, love,” she murmurs, as she brings back her hand on Max’s butt, while the other slips to her elbow, maintaining her where she must be.
She pushes three fingers inside, her grin widening as Max chokes on a breath and curses Victoria’s name. She thrusts them to the second knuckle as she traces Max’s spine with her free index. She twists her wrist and pumps her fingers, curling them, rubbing Max’s insides.
Max breathes hard, gripping the edges of the desk to maintain herself. Her legs are shaking, and Victoria just loves the picture of her girlfriend’s back jerking at each thrust, arching when Victoria sometimes pulls out to caress her hard clit.
“You’re doing good baby, you’re doing so good,” she tells her, as she keeps on fucking her with her fingers. “Come for me, Max, come on,” she enjoins.
“N—not yet,” Max replies, her voice half-muffled by the desk.
“Why?”
She already knows why, but she loves when Max says it.
“I need—fuck—I need your mouth on my—oh—on my clit.”
“With pleasure,” Victoria says, pulling her fingers out.
Max with trembling legs takes a step back and falls into her chair. Victoria takes her shirt off before she kneels down. She relishes in the hungry look she gets as she drapes Max’s leg over her shoulder. She knows Max won’t last long. It’s subtle. It’s in the quick inhales and long exhales Max lets out, it’s in the teeth plunging in her perfect mouth, it’s in her swollen clit Victoria puts her tongue on. It’s in the hand tugging at Victoria’s hair. It’s in the cry Max utters as soon as Victoria lashes it.
It never gets old.
Even after eighteen months.
She wraps her lips around Max’s clit and worships it, rewarded by Max whimpers and tugs. It doesn’t take long, until Max’s heel digs in her back, that’s how she knows she’s about to—
“Victo—” Max breathes out, before she moans, “Fuck.”
Victoria accompanies her through her orgasm, until the pull of Max’s hand becomes weak. A satisfied smile tugs at her lips as she looks up to see Max in a daze, feebly beaming at her.
“Hey,” she says.
“Good?” Victoria asks.
Max nods and catches her breath. “Let me—Just let me—”
Victoria takes a step back, waiting for Max to recover. Only for Max to stand up and pull Victoria to her, capturing her lips in an instant. She feels Max’s legs are shaking, but her hands are stable as they unhook Victoria’s bra. She’s backed across the room and shoved on the bed.
“Take it off,” Max orders, her voice hoarse but steady, pointing at Victoria’s pants.
Victoria hurries to kick the last of her clothes off, her lust pushing through any consideration for them. She sees Max rounding the bed, only to come back with a strap. Victoria’s pulse picks up, so does her breathing.
“Now?” Victoria’s strangled words are coloured with her want.
“Now,” Max confirms as she fixes it to herself, slipping a vibrating egg—Victoria’s birthday gift—inside, holding the remote in her hand.
They have used it once before, it has been weird at first, and Victoria couldn’t feel her legs when they finished.
“God,” Victoria pants as Max crawls the bed towards her.
She can feel Max’s heat over her and cannot keep her hands to herself as they are already on Max’s chest. Max giggles and groan when Victoria pinches her perked nipples.
“Already so wet,” Max groans in awe, as her fingers presses in Victoria’s slick wetness. Her pupils are full blown as she brings them back to Victoria’s. “Ready?” Max asks, a voice but a murmur.
Victoria wordlessly acquiesces, bracing herself on Max’s shoulders. She bites on her lips, stifling a moan, when the lubricated tip of the toy slips inside of her. Her breath comes in short successions as Max pushes deeper, slowly, excruciatingly slow. If this doesn’t speed up, she might explode.
“Is everything—”
She is silenced by Victoria, tugging her closer to kiss her. “Fuck me, Caulfield, just fuck me,” she begs against her lips. Needy, wanting.
She throws her head on the pillow and wraps her legs around Max’s lower back. Max kisses, licks, bites, sucks on her neck, and Victoria can do nothing but sigh and moan and pant and swear, as Max fills her completely. Max’s hips flush with hers for a second, and she sees stars. Max draws back, only to push all the way back in, giving Victoria no seconds to complain.
Max’s skin melts with hers as Victoria wraps her arms around her neck. She feels everything, from the brushing of their nipples to Max’s thighs on the slope of her ass, and it shoots another thrill everywhere. She twitches as Max grazes the inside of her leg, and puts her hand there, in the crook of her knee. She is so hot, her skin is sizzling like the surface of a thousand suns.
And Max finally activates the egg.
The vibration hits and buzzes against her already throbbing clit. She arches her body into Max’s and cries out. Their combined wanton moans fill the space, as Max barely pulls out of Victoria. This is not new, but still so good. And it’s hers. Only hers. Just hers.
She possessively digs her nails in Max’s back and asks for more, faster, harder. She cannot get enough. She wonders if she will ever get enough.
“Max, Max,” she chants, breathless, cursing every two syllables, until Max changes her rhythm. “Fuck, oh fuck,” she cries out to the ceiling of their bedroom, as a sudden stillness seizes her legs.
It departs from her core and squirms to the rest of her body, until it overflows, until Victoria has to squeeze her eyes shut, until she comes. Max keeps on ramming her insides as the waves crash on her shore, one by one. She grasps at the skin of Max’s back and buries her face in Max’s neck as she climaxes a second time, Max’s name on her lips, her body bursting out of pleasure.
When she comes down, Max is softly kissing her forehead. A gentle smile tugs at Max’s lips, and she leans down to press them on Victoria’s panting mouth, as she recovers. She jerks when Max pulls the toy out, her body all sore. She dimly registers Max taking out the strap before she lies down next to her. Victoria finds the strength of rolling to the side to face her.
“You know,” Max says after a while spent at gazing at each other, “if you keep doing this when I’m on vocal with Warren, I might do it more often.”
Victoria cannot help the laugh that escapes her, nor the grin that creeps up her cheeks. “Do what suits you Caulfield, as long as I have you in the end.”
Max cups her cheek and brushes her lips over Victoria’s. “Always,” she murmurs, before their kiss builds up in heat, once more.