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There's a knock on the bedroom door, and Jess pops her head in.
“Hey, Lu,” she says. “Wanna go for a drive?”
She shakes Beverly's car keys between her fingers, one eyebrow raised suggestively.
Lupe throws her newspaper to the side. They haven't gotten real time to themselves in almost a week, haven't fucked in twice as long as that. Carson does her best to occasionally leave them the bedroom Lupe shares with her, but Jess and Lupe have to be careful not to be too obvious, and regularly disappearing behind the same bedroom door is obvious, to say the least. It feels silly, in a way, because half the team knows about them, but the other half could be really dangerous, so.
So they have to be careful, and Jess has found a safer way to carve out some time for the two of them. Whatever it is she has planned, Lupe is in.
“Hey!” Carson complains from the other bed. “What about our strategising?”
“Sorry, Carson.” Lupe picks up the newspaper and gets up to hand it to Carson. “You can continue going over the scores tonight and we can discuss them tomorrow, okay? We have time before the game.”
Jess walks fully into the room and closes the door behind her, grinning with all her teeth.
“Sorry, Carson,” she echoes. “I get special Lupe privileges.”
It still makes Lupe's heart flutter every time, how easily Jess claims herself for Lupe. She grins back at Jess as she walks up to her and fits herself against Jess’ side.
Carson rolls her eyes at them good-naturedly. “I can't believe Beverly gave you her car keys so you can — y'know.”
She blushes, and Lupe and Jess chuckle in unison at her awkwardness.
“So we can have a proper gentlemanly date?” Jess teases. “I mean, I guess I'm just Beverly's favorite.”
“You really are, though,” Lupe tells her.
Jess’ eyes go soft for a second. It's sweet, how touched she is about having someone who watches out for her.
“You're also my favorite,” Lupe says, low into Jess’ ear, so Carson can't hear her.
Jess slings her arm around Lupe's shoulder and pulls her tight against her, pressing a kiss into her temple.
Carson looks at them with a fond smile.
“Okay, let's go,” Lupe says. She's glad Carson is happy for her and all, but she tends to be a bit mushy, and overly familiar about feelings Lupe still feels more comfortable keeping close to her chest.
“Have — have fun,” Carson tells them, valiantly pretending she isn't blushing through her attempt at suggestiveness.
“We will,” Lupe says with a wink, and Carson blushes harder. It's very funny to Lupe, how hard she tries at the queer banter and how flustered she gets when she does.
They go down the stairs, their shoulders touching, and then into the garage. Jess pulls the cloth cover off Beverly's car and opens the passenger door.
“Get in,” she tells Lupe with a flourish of her hand.
“You know I can drive too, right?” Lupe complains, but she's already halfway in the front seat.
“Yeah, but when's the last time you did?” Jess asks, closing the door behind Lupe.
Lupe shrugs. Before the Peaches, definitely. She'd let Jess drive during the Christmas holidays in Moose Jaw, because it had been Jess’ truck. And they hadn't needed a car in New York.
Jess opens the garage door, then gets into the driver's seat. She turns the key in the ignition and the car sputters to life.
It's twilight outside when the car pulls into the road. The streetlights are off because of the blackout, and the headlights of Bev's car are taped, allowing only a thin beam of light to filter through. There are only a few other cars on the streets, even though it's not yet 9 PM.
They sit in comfortable silence. Lupe is pressed against Jess’ side, shoulder to thigh. Jess has one hand on the steering wheel, her other arm slung around Lupe's shoulders. Lupe knows Jess misses the comfortable touches they exchanged all through the off-season, and even their easy physicality last season. They're more careful now that they have something to hide — something to lose. She misses it too, of course, but Jess seems to crave touch in a different way, in a way that makes her get sulky and grumpy on the days on which she hasn't felt Lupe's body against hers.
They drive surprisingly far — past the stadium, across the river, and into Winnebago County Forest. Twilight has given way to full darkness.
“Will Beverly be okay with her gas rations?” Lupe asks Jess as they drive further along the forest road.
Jess hums affirmatively. “She said so. Said she barely uses the car all season. I told her to pay for the gas with my pants fines, though.”
“Tell her to use some of mine too,” Lupe says, and Jess grins sideways at her.
“You can pay when you take me somewhere, Lu.”
Lupe chuckles. “Alright.”
There's a movie musical playing at the Rockford Theatre, something called Two girls and a sailor. The title sounds up Jess’ alley, and she'd loved seeing Oklahoma! on Broadway when they'd taken Esti after last season. Lupe will try to take Jess to see it somewhere this week.
Jess takes a left onto an even smaller, unhardened road. The car bumps along the potholes, almost sending Lupe's head slamming into Jess’ temple.
“Hey!” Lupe protests.
“Don't worry, Lu,” Jess answers, taking her arm off Lupe's shoulders to put both hands on the steering wheel. “Not much longer.”
Sure enough, barely a minute later, Jess pulls over on the side of the road, between two thickets of bushes.
Lupe stares at her. “Did you drive all the way out here just to fuck in the woods?”
Jess doesn't answer, just gives Lupe her trademark toothy grin and steps out of the car.
“Jess?” Lupe calls. “Where are you going?”
No answer.
Lupe settles in to wait. Jess will come back soon enough. She always does.
Through the window, she watches the dark outline of Jess’ body in the gray night as she walks up to a couple of tall bushes nearby. She spends a few minutes fucking about doing God knows what, and then walks back over to the car, carrying the equivalent of half a bush on her shoulder.
What the fuck is she doing?
She spreads the thick-foliaged branches across the driver's side of the car, grinning at Lupe through the window. Lupe gestures questioningly at her, but Jess’ face disappears behind the leaves.
Then, she reappears through the windshield before opening the passenger door.
“Scoot over,” she tells Lupe.
“What the fuck are you doing, Jess?” Lupe asks, sliding herself over to the middle of the front seat.
“We used to do this while rum-running when I was a teenager,” Jess answers. “My dad would put me and one of my brothers in a hidden car to keep watch for border agents while he and his buddies smuggled rum to Chicago.”
That does sound like everything Jess has ever told Lupe about her family. And Jess’ dad had told Lupe stories of his rum-running days over Christmas. But it still doesn't explain what Jess is doing right now.
“Okay,” Lupe says, “but why now?”
Jess’ grin is broad, bright, predatory.
“I miss hearing you.”
Lupe's stomach swoops all the way down to her cunt. That's — fuck.
She swallows, composing herself.
“Branches aren't soundproof, Jess.”
“They actually do block some noise,” Jess tells her, still grinning. “But mostly, we're in the middle of nowhere, no one is coming here, and even if someone did, the branches mean no one can see us from the road. We're as safe as it gets, here.”
Her gaze turns heated, intense.
“And when you feel safe, you get loud.”
Lupe pulls at Jess’ elbow, at her shoulders, pulling her in for a deep, hungry kiss. Jess lunges against her, trying to get as close to Lupe as she can, but they're sitting side by side, so it's not close enough. Lupe tugs at Jess’ waist, at her hips, and Jess follows, bracing herself on Lupe's shoulders and pivoting until she's kneeling in Lupe's lap, both arms wrapped around Lupe's shoulders, licking into her mouth.
Holy fuck, it's been too long since they kissed like this. Not hurried, heated kisses behind a closed bathroom door under the pretense of brushing their teeth; not quick, careful, almost-pecks while smoking late at night alone on the porch; not even the fast, scorching hot but nevertheless efficient sex they have in the backroom of the rebuilt and relocated Office. Lupe gets to take her time, her hands on Jess’ hips, on her ass, grazing her teeth over Jess’ incongruously full lower lip, feeling Jess rock down into her lap, hearing her breathing turn heavy.
Lupe wraps her palm around the base of Jess’ braid and pulls, soft and steady, until Jess follows and tilts her head backwards, breaking their kiss and exposing her neck. Lupe puts her mouth on it, kissing all over the sides of Jess’ throat, sucking as hard as she can without leaving marks. Jess clings to the back of Lupe's head with both hands, pulling her in closer, her throat vibrating underLupe's lips with the noises she is making.
Jess may get off on the noises Lupe makes when they fuck, but Jess sounds hot as all hell too. Lupe will never not go a bit crazy about the contrast between Jess’ appearance — so handsome, so undeniably butch — and the stunning soprano of her voice. And she's so unselfconscious when she's turned on, hoarse grunts mixing with high-pitched moans into something that is so uniquely Jess that Lupe feels the gusset of her boxers grow slick just from the sound of it.
“Fuck, Lu,” Jess grunts, pulling Lupe away from her neck by the hair. “You're distracting me. I wanted to touch you.”
Lupe grins at her. “Since when does one exclude the other?”
“It doesn't,” Jess answers, her hands still in Lupe's hair. “But we don't have all night, and I want to take my time with you.”
Her eyes are so fucking intense, planted straight into Lupe's, the fire in them igniting a spark behind Lupe's breastbone. She wants to see where this is going. She'll ask Carson to leave them the room after she's taken Jess to see that movie, to make it up to Jess.
“Alright,” she chuckles. “Show me what you've got planned, then.”
Jess rises higher onto her knees to reach into the backseat, squishing Lupe against the backrest. Not that Lupe is complaining; she's got her face pressed right between Jess’ tits. Jess reemerges with a bulging duffle bag, which she drops onto the seat next to them.
Huh.
“What the hell?” Lupe asks. “What do you need all that for?”
Jess doesn't answer, just opens the bag and takes out a flashlight, which she clicks on before hanging it from the rearview mirror. It emits a halo of cool light, illuminating the front seat.
Next, Jess pulls out two big blankets.
“Scoot,” she tells Lupe. “I'm not ruining Beverly's car.”
The realisation hits Lupe like a lightning bolt, her cunt clenching with it. This is Jess who somehow found a tarp to put down under their blankets back in New York. It's Jess who comes out of the bathroom with both of their towels when Carson leaves them the bedroom. It's Jess who makes Lupe take off her pants and boxers in the backrooms of the Office and sacrifices her handkerchief afterwards to clean her up.
This is Jess who wants to make Lupe come over and over again, until she drenches every surface beneath her with it.
Lupe swallows heavily. Jess gives her a smug look, which Lupe pretends she doesn't notice.
She scoots towards the driver's door, letting Jess spread out two layers of blankets onto the rest of the seat, then shifts back to sit on the blankets. Jess reaches into the bag again and throws a pillow at Lupe, which Lupe catches one-handed, by its corner.
“Put that against the door,” Jess says, “so you can lay back on it.”
Lupe scoffs. “I don't need all this, Jess. I'm not delicate.”
Jess grins at her, a little dirtily.
“I know, Lu,” she says. “But I need you comfortable. Wouldn't want you to tap out before I'm done with you just because you're getting a shoulder cramp or something, would I?”
That's. Convincing. And stupidly hot, actually, Jesus Christ. Jess’ whole gentlemanly act always has an edge of challenge, with Lupe, and it really fucking works for her.
Lupe props the pillow up against the driver's door and reclines onto it, the pillow supporting her shoulders, her head against the window.
She raises an expectant eyebrow at Jess.
Jess leans over her, one knee between her thighs, her other foot planted on the floor of the car, and reaches behind Lupe's back, underneath the pillow. There's a loud thunk – ah, she pulled the handle to move the seat back — and then the entire seat shifts, so suddenly that Lupe almost tumbles off it.
“Cristo!” she shouts, throwing her hand out to steady herself on the steering wheel.
“Smooth, Jess,” she says, reaching behind her to adjust the pillow back into place.
“I'm not smooth, I'm efficient,” Jess tells her.
Which. Fair. But still.
“I need room to work,” Jess adds, and then she drops an almost chaste kiss onto Lupe's mouth and slides off the seat, going to her knees in the passenger's side of the footwell, her body angled towards Lupe.
“Off,” she says, her fingers on Lupe's flies. Lupe laughs and lifts her hips, helping Jess pull her pants down, taking her boxers with them. They get stuck on Lupe's shoes, and Jess takes those off too, one after the other, her fingers careful but confident on Lupe's ankles. Heat builds in the pit of Lupe's stomach. It does something to her every time, Jess on her knees, taking off Lupe's shoes. Her easy devotion always makes Lupe feel very, very in love and very, very turned on.
Jess throws Lupe's shoes into the back, followed by her pants and underwear. She pulls Lupe in by the hips until most of her left asscheek is hanging off the seat, and urges Lupe's left leg over her shoulder. She's strong and solid under Lupe's thigh, and Lupe readjust herself slightly against the door, leaning back half against the pillow, half against the backrest, so she's laying diagonally across the seat, offering Jess easier access to her cunt.
“Get on with it, then,” she tells Jess, “if you want to make the best of your time.”
Jess grins up at Lupe from between her thighs. She breathes in deeply, her tongue darting out to lick at the corner of her mouth.
“You smell so good,” she says, and Lupe should probably be weirded out by Jess actively inhaling the smell of her cunt, but it only turns her on more. It's intoxicating, being the target of desire as sincere and shameless as Jess’.
Jess brings her hand to Lupe's cunt and decisively strokes her thumb up between Lupe's labia, spreading the wetness at her entrance up to her clit. The smooth slide of it sends easy pleasure tingling across Lupe's body, up to her navel and down her thighs. She sighs into the feeling, letting her body relax into the seat, into Jess’ shoulder holding her up. Then, Jess bends her head and her tongue follows the same path as her fingers, until the tip of it meets her thumb, still resting right above Lupe's clit. The broad, slick stroke of her tongue, ending with a flick across Lupe's clit, feels sharper, the pleasure more acute, and Lupe moans for the first time tonight, low but unimpeded. Jess was right — it's nice not to have to hold those sounds back, for once.
Jess brings her hand higher, pushing Lupe's shirt up to reveal her stomach, then slowly stroking two fingers down Lupe's happy trail. Her mouth is still working between Lupe's thighs, licking all over her cunt, between her labia, around her clit. She takes her time, building up the intensity of her touches. The heat in the pit of Lupe's stomach builds in turn, slow and steady, until she's breathing heavily, open-mouthed, every other exhale ending in a moan.
Jess moves her tongue up to Lupe's clit and starts drawing tight, insistent circles around it, and pleasure flares in Lupe's cunt, up through her stomach and behind her sternum. She groans, deep in her throat, shifting her hips closer to Jess. Jess’ hand caresses across Lupe's hip, between her thighs, and she strokes her fingers across the entrance of Lupe's cunt, humming questioningly.
“Yeah,” Lupe tells her, rolling her hips into Jess’ touch.
Jess slips one finger inside Lupe's cunt, almost too careful. Lupe kicks her heel into Jess’ back.
“More, baby, come on.”
Jess chuckles against Lupe's clit — which, oh, fuck — and pushes a second finger into Lupe's cunt. She moves her fingers back and forth a few times, and Lupe feels herself get wetter around her. Jess curls her fingers, unerringly hitting the right spot inside Lupe. Jess has been an incredible fuck from their very first time, but after months of learning Lupe's body and preferences by heart, she knows exactly how to drive Lupe absolutely out of her mind with arousal. She keeps curling her fingers inside Lupe, pressing down into her with insistent dragging motions, and Lupe lets her head fall back against the car's door, allowing husky groans to spill from her lips.
Jess keeps at it, just the right rhythm, her tongue circling Lupe's clit and her fingers curling inside her cunt, and the heat inside Lupe's body builds, and builds, and builds, her body going taut like a bowstring, and —
Jess takes her mouth away from Lupe's clit.
“What the fuck, Jess?” Lupe protests around a half-formed moan. She's teetering on the edge of orgasm but she just can't get there, even with Jess’ fingers still working inside her, not without Jess touching her clit.
She pushes her own hand between her thighs — she'll get herself off if she needs to — but Jess grabs it and brings it to her lips, kissing her knuckles. The tenderness of the gesture belies the strength of her grip around Lupe's hand.
“Uh-uh.” She shakes her head, looking entirely too smug, but there's heat in her eyes as she looks up at Lupe.
“Let me?” she asks. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, Lu, I promise. Trust me.”
Lupe stares at her for a second, then lets her head drop back down in surrender. She does trust Jess — with everything, and especially when it comes to fucking her until she comes so blissfully hard she feels it for hours afterwards.
“Yeah,” she breathes. “Yeah, alright.”
The curling of Jess’ fingers inside her cunt has slowed down to a languid, leisurely rhythm, and with it, the intensity of Lupe's pleasure has subsided a bit. She's still so wet, heat pulsing between her thighs, but she's no longer as close to coming. Lupe lets her breathing even out, the noises she's making growing longer, more drawn-out, and Jess notices, of course she does, because she gives Lupe a filthy grin and puts her mouth back on her cunt.
Lupe gasps with the hot, wet feeling of it, of Jess’ tongue licking between her own fingers, first, dipping inside Lupe's cunt, then up, slowly, back to her clit. She rubs the flat of her tongue up and down over it, steadily, her fingers curling harder again into the wall of Lupe's cunt. It feels so fucking good, the molten heat of it stretching deep inside Lupe's body. She's getting louder, grunting with every press of Jess’ fingers inside her cunt, her voice deep and rough even to her own ears.
She knows what's coming, knows Jess is not going to make her come yet, so she tries to relax into the feeling, to keep the pleasure smouldering low in the pit of her stomach, but Jess knows her too well. She knows exactly how to touch Lupe, and she never falters when she's found a rhythm or a pressure that works. So it's not long before Lupe is close again, her hand clasping the crown of Jess’ head, her cunt clenching intermittently around Jess’ fingers.
And, sure enough, Jess pulls away again.
Lupe breathes out through her nose, deep and intentional, trying not to give Jess the satisfaction of whining the way she desperately wants to. Jess smirks up at her anyway. Lupe's cunt is still clenching hard around her fingers, and that's not something she can hide. Jess knows exactly how badly she wants to come.
Jess’ fingers are still curling inside Lupe's cunt, keeping her right below the brink of orgasm, but then her free hand appears in Lupe's field of vision, waving a small tub of Vaseline.
“You want?” she asks Lupe, and a jolt of pleasure arcs down Lupe's spine, lightning-hot. Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, she wants.
“You even packed Vaseline?” she asks breathlessly, trying to appear more composed than she is.
Jess shrugs with her left shoulder only — her right arm is too busy fucking Lupe.
“I wanted to be prepared in case you wanted it.”
Lupe smiles down at her, brimming with affection and desire. Jess does take giving Lupe what she wants very seriously.
It's usually Lupe using the Vaseline on Jess, but in situations like these, with Jess’ mouth on her clit and two or three of her fingers in her cunt, she occasionally really fucking enjoys another one of Jess’ fingers in her ass.
“Yeah,” she tells Jess, her voice low with arousal, “I want it.”
Jess grins up at her, filthy and delighted, and then there's the snap of the tub's lid opening. Somehow, Jess’ fingers don't still inside Lupe's cunt. And then her other hand comes up and the slicked-up pad of one finger strokes softly over Lupe's asshole, first with small up-and-down movements, then with tight circles, coaxing Lupe open. Lupe's cunt is so soaking wet from Jess bringing her to the brink of orgasm twice that it's dripped down to her ass, making it extra easy for Jess to push her finger in, smooth and steady and so very slow. She stops at the second knuckle, just the way Lupe likes it, just deep enough to make Lupe feel just a little tighter, just a little fuller, and then Jess bends her head again and seals her lips around Lupe's clit and sucks and Lupe shouts with it, with the pleasure flooding her body like a rapidly rising tide.
She's come down a bit from her previous almost-orgasm, but Jess hasn't given her an actual break and she's still so fucking sensitive and Jess is everywhere, her fingers working in tandem inside Lupe, her mouth still sucking at Lupe's clit, rhythmic and pulsing. So it doesn't take long for Lupe to be right back on the brink, one hand gripping the top of the seat's backrest, the other grasping helplessly at the blankets beneath her, her hips rocking into Jess’ movements, deep moans tumbling from her lips.
She's not even surprised anymore when Jess pulls away from her clit. She's not composed enough anymore either to hold back her disappointed whine, her hand leaving the blankets to reach for Jess, trying to pull her back in. But Jess holds herself just out of reach, her fingers still moving inside Lupe's cunt, inside her ass.
“Fuck you, Jess,” Lupe protests breathlessly.
Jess smirks at her, her eyes burning into Lupe's. She keeps fucking Lupe until her body relaxes, until Lupe lets her right arm slide down the seat's backrest to rest along her side, and then a third finger strokes over the entrance to Lupe's cunt, just not dipping inside.
“More?” she asks.
Lupe's mouth goes dry with arousal, and she has to swallow heavily before she can answer.
“Yeah,” she answers hoarsely.
Jess pushes her finger into Lupe's cunt, alongside the other two. Lupe is so wet and open from Jess fucking her so good for so long already that it slides in easily, without resistance, just the delicious dull pressure of being stretched open just a bit more. Jess goes right to curling all three fingers in Lupe's cunt, drawing deep, almost guttural grunts from Lupe's throat.
She leans back in, licking up and down over Lupe's clit. Her tongue presses down through the hood of it, rubbing it with small, insistent movements, and Lupe gasps with it, her head thrown back. Her barely subsided pleasure easily sparks back to full force, heat spreading from her sternum to her thighs. She's so turned on that she's floaty with it, suspended in the feeling of it, between Jess’ fingers and her tongue.
“Jess,” she pants, “I'm close, I —”
She doesn't know why she's telling her, doesn't know what she wants — she wants to come, obviously, but it feels so good like this, her entire body suffused with pleasure —
Jess’ mouth leaves her clit.
Lupe's orgasm doesn't hit, held at bay by the lack of stimulation to her clit, but it also doesn't really subside, this time. Lupe remains suspended on the brink of it, Jess’ fingers still curling inside her cunt, inside her ass.
Jess just watches her, her eyes blindingly intense and utterly captivated, her plush mouth slick with Lupe's wetness, a little slack-jawed with arousal, the edge of her teeth showing between her lips. Strands of hair have fallen out of her braid, flyaways haloed in the glow of the flashlight.
“You're so fucking hot, Lu,” Jess says, her voice hoarse with desire. “So handsome, look at you. How the fuck do I get to have you.”
Lupe can't respond, just lets her head drop back down against the car door, her eyes fluttering closed. She feels so fucking full and so fucking good, heat coursing through every single vein in her body, so intense that the entire world feels hazy around her. The core of it is concentrated in her cunt, in her ass, like a white-hot ball of light where Jess’ fingers are curling inside her. Jess keeps at it, steady and insistent, time stretching as pleasure hums through Lupe's body, seemingly endless. She's so fucking wet, dripping with it so much that Jess’ fingers draw obscene noises from her. She's being loud, every inhale a gasp, every exhale a moan, and her hips are rolling demandingly into Jess’ hands, making her press her fingers inside her just a little harder.
Jess’ hot breath ghosts across her clit and, on instinct, Lupe throws her hand out, pushing back against Jess’ forehead.
“Not yet,” she pants, “I don't wanna come yet, it feels so good like this, Jess — ”
Through the haze of pleasure she's floating in, she hears Jess make a noise like she's had the breath knocked out of her, an utterly broken and desperate ”oh” that's somewhere between a gasp and a moan. It's not a noise Lupe has ever heard Jess make before. She would be smug about how strongly Jess is reacting to her like this, but the feeling barely cuts through the fog of pleasure enveloping her. Everything feels fuzzy at the edges, and all she can do is ride Jess’ fingers, her own moans echoing in her ears, sensation sparking through every nerve in her body.
And then something happens — Jess curls her fingers in a particular way, or Lupe rocks her hips just right into Jess’ touch, or her body just gives in, unable to stay suspended in this haze of pleasure any longer — and all the sharp intensity comes rolling back in. Lupe is suddenly, acutely desperate to come, her orgasm looming over her, just out of reach without any touch to her clit.
“Please,” she moans, and she doesn't think she's ever begged like this in her life but it barely registers, she needs it too badly, every muscle in her body tensing with it, “please please please, Jess, make me come, I — ”
Jess seals her lips around her clit, sucking hard. Bright, sharp, full pleasure swells right above Lupe's pubic bone — oh, she's gonna — and then it breaks, hitting Lupe like a crashing wave, dragging her under. She comes so hard she shouts with it, her entire body shaking. Wetness gushes out of her, almost spraying, covering her thighs and Jess’ face in her come.
There's barely a second of relief, after — Lupe's body doesn't even have the time to relax, the pleasure is just immediately back at its peak. God, fuck, she's going to come again, she needs to come again.
“Don't stop,” she tells Jess in a gasp, “don't stop, baby, oh — ”
She's pushing her hips up against Jess’ face, needy and demanding and utterly heedless of whether Jess can even breathe because she knows that Jess can take it, that she wants to take it. Jess gives her the flat of her tongue pressed up against her clit to rock into, her fingers curling more insistently inside Lupe, and Lupe fucks her face harder still. Jess is moaning brokenly into Lupe's cunt, and the feeling of it against Lupe's clit, the sound of her desperate desire, push Lupe over the edge, all at once, her cunt still clenching hard around Jess’ fingers, her open-mouthed gasps breaking into a shout.
This time, she does come down a little from her orgasm, though Jess’ fingers, still curling languidly inside her, keep sending sparks into the pit of her stomach. Jess is breathing heavily into Lupe's cunt, almost gasping for air. And then Jess slips her finger out of Lupe's ass and Lupe would complain at the emptiness except Jess’ fingers in her cunt start curling faster, and oh, Lupe knows that rhythm, has seen it in Jess’ fingers every time she's made Jess get herself off while she watches. That's the way Jess touches herself when she's desperate to come, artless and efficient and needy as hell.
“Fuck, Jess, are you — ?” she asks breathlessly, and sure enough, Jess pulls her face away from Lupe's cunt, quick, staccato moans tumbling from her lips, and it's so fast, it can't take more than two or three passes of her fingers over her clit before she whimpers, staring up at Lupe helplessly as her orgasm hits.
Lupe is incandescent with it, with the knowledge that fucking Lupe the way she's been doing, making her come so fucking hard, got Jess so worked up that she couldn't resist getting herself off about it, that she was so close already, that it took so little to get there.
Her cunt clenches around Jess’ fingers again, the aftershocks of her back-to-back orgasms building up to the promise of a third one.
She's got her wits about her enough to speak again, and she wants to push Jess a little. Jess is almost guaranteed to make Lupe come again about it.
“God, Jess,” she says, her voice raspy with arousal. “So fucking desperate that you need to come that badly just from fucking me?”
“Just from — ” Jess splutters. “You looked so fucking blissed-out, Lu, and you were so loud — and you came so fucking hard, twice, so fast, and you came all over me.”
Her voice is a rough whine — she sounds as fucked out as Lupe feels, even though Lupe hasn't touched her. She gestures at herself, at Lupe's come making her skin glisten from her nose to her jaw, rivulets of it dripping along her neck, into the collar of her shirt.
Lupe laughs, delighted and still so turned on. She doesn't come squirting often — she can count on two hands the amount of times it's happened in her life — but most of those times have been with Jess, and Jess always gets so out of her mind with lust about it that she forgets to be smug until several hours later.
“I did,” Lupe tells Jess, pitching her voice low and warm. “You look so good covered in my come, baby.”
Jess gives a small moan at that, and her fingers curl inside Lupe's cunt. The look in her eyes is a question and a challenge at once.
“There you go.” Lupe grins down at her, her hips rocking onto Jess’ hand. God, it feels good. She's so wet and so open and her cunt is so sensitive, tender in a way that means the slightest touch sets Lupe on fire.
“Yeah?” Jess asks. “Again?”
“Yeah,” Lupe breathes around a brazen smile. “Two is not enough, after how worked up you got me.”
Jess grins up at her, her eyes shining. “I like you greedy.”
“I know,” Lupe answers — she loves how demanding Jess encourages her to be — and then she can't speak coherently anymore because Jess’ tongue is back on her clit, drawing slow, insistent circles around it. The pressure of her fingers inside Lupe's cunt starts out gentler, their pace slower. She's coaxing Lupe into it, her fingertips dragging over exactly the right spot over and over again.
It's slow, at first, smouldering heat stretching like a bridge between Jess’ fingers and her mouth. But then Jess starts moving her fingers faster, harder, and it's like blowing on an ember until it bursts into flame.
Lupe gasps, throwing her head back, as pleasure brightens and expands, shooting up behind her navel, behind her breastbone. She grasps for Jess’ hair, pulling her closer into her cunt, and Jess changes up the movements of her tongue, rubbing it up and down over Lupe's clit. Lupe didn't think she could get any wetter but she does, somehow, the sides of Jess’ face slick against her inner thighs. She's groaning, uninterrupted, low and husky in the back of her throat. She hooks her leg tighter around Jess’ shoulder, her heel digging into Jess’ back as every muscle in her body tenses, and then her orgasm hits, engulfing her in sensation, her hips twitching into Jess’ touch, her cunt clenching tight around her fingers.
Jess fucks her through it and doesn't fucking stop, just keeps going even when Lupe's body relaxes, when her fingers let go of Jess’ hair. It's just this side of too much, buzzing through Lupe's entire body, making her legs tremble.
“Jess,” she pants, her hands scrabbling over Jess’ head, unsure if she's trying to pull her closer or push her away. “Baby, it's so much, I don't know — ”
Jess takes her mouth away from Lupe's clit, staring up at her, her eyes ablaze with want.
“One more,” she says, desperate and demanding. “Give me one more, Lu, I know you can.”
God. Fuck. Coming three times isn't rare for Lupe but four is, she genuinely doesn't know if she still has it in her, but Jess is looking at her like that, covetous and a little wild, and how can Lupe resist that?
She sinks back into the pillow, her head tipped back against the window.
“Alright, show me what you've got,” she tells Jess. She's aiming for cocky, but the breathlessness in her voice spoils it a little.
Jess chuckles, and then her mouth is back on Lupe's cunt, pressing kisses all over it, around her fingers, never quite touching Lupe's clit. She slips one finger out of Lupe's cunt and Lupe feels strangely open all of a sudden, almost empty, but then the pads of Jess’ two remaining fingers hone in with mind-blowing accuracy on exactly the right spot in Lupe's cunt.
Lupe gasps with it, her hips surging into Jess’ touch. Jess hums into Lupe's cunt, half satisfaction, half arousal, and she laps at Lupe's clit, soft and almost soothing. She takes her time, her fingers unerringly precise but gentle, her tongue rhythmic and slow on Lupe's clit. Lupe is impossibly wet — she can feel her come in her pubic hair, on her inner thighs
Time melts and stretches as pleasure builds through Lupe's body. It feels like Jess is pulling it out of her, all rigorous patience and precision and want. Lupe is breathing steadily but heavily, moaning low in her throat with every exhale. She's barely moving anymore, her body languid under Jess’ touch, her cunt almost pulsing around Jess’ fingers, the feeling of it hazy, full of warmth. And then Jess stops licking at Lupe's clit and starts sucking instead, mellow but relentless, her fingers curling just a bit harder inside Lupe, and the pleasure swells, slow but inexorable, until it crests and breaks and Lupe comes with a long, breathless groan, clenching weakly around Jess’ fingers, arching indolently into her mouth.
Her orgasm ebbs and she's left panting softly, feeling like every last drop of pleasure has been wrung out of her. Jess takes her mouth off Lupe's clit and stops moving her fingers, just leaving them inside Lupe, because Lupe doesn't like being empty right after she's come. She rests her head on Lupe's thigh, smiling up at her, fond and a bit smug, her large teeth shining in the dim glow of the flashlight.
“Fuck,” Lupe sighs. “Jess, that was — Cristo.”
“Looked like it, yeah,” Jess says, her grin growing wider.
Lupe searches for Jess’ free hand, pulling her up. Jess follows easily, slipping her fingers out of Lupe's cunt — Lupe hisses softly through her teeth at the emptiness — and rising from her kneeling position. Lupe rearranges herself, sitting up and taking her legs off the seat to make room for Jess.
Jess sits down, leaning against Lupe. She is an utter mess. Her face and her neck and the collar of her shirt are covered in Lupe's come; half her hair has been tugged out of her braid; there's a wet spot at the crotch of her burgundy pants and a dark, greasy smear where she touched herself through the fabric with Vaseline-slick fingers. She looks as wrecked as Lupe feels, mind-blowingly handsome, and the sight of her tugs at Lupe's insides despite the fact that she's completely spent.
“You wanna come again?” Lupe asks her, her fingers trailing up Jess’ thigh.
Jess shakes her head. “Don't think I could.” She looks straight into Lupe's eyes, her smile full of wonder and self-satisfaction. “And I got exactly what I wanted out of that, trust me.”
God. Lupe is going to touch herself for months to the memory of Jess getting herself off so desperately, so easily, just from how hard she'd made Lupe come.
“Rain check, then,” she tells Jess, placing a kiss on the edge of her jaw, then on her mouth. She tastes strongly of Lupe's cunt, sharp and tangy.
Jess laughs. “You did rain on me, that's for sure,” she says, gesturing at her own come-slick face.
Lupe snorts and elbows Jess in the ribs. Jess retaliates by pulling Lupe closer against her, squeezing her tight. Lupe melts into her side, and Jess’ body relaxes against hers in turn, her cheek resting against Lupe's temple.
Jess’ long fingers are shaking minutely, the way they do when she's a bit overwhelmed with feeling, or when she needs a cigarette. Lupe reaches into Jess’ breast pocket for her pack and her matchbook. She takes out two cigarettes and places one of them between Jess’ lips and one between her own. She likes Jess’ Exports much less than her own Marlboro's, but she's not about to go fishing around in the backseat for her pants to get them out. She cracks a match, lights her own cigarette, and leans in towards Jess, touching the glowing tip of her own cigarette to Jess’. Jess inhales, her cigarette smouldering to life, before breathing out a plume of smoke.
“Thanks, Lu,” Jess says, kissing Lupe's cheek.
“We probably should be heading back soon,” Lupe says, utterly against her will.
Jess hums. “Five more minutes.”
She sounds like she doesn't want to leave this bubble they built themselves any more than Lupe does. Lupe nods, drawing Jess tighter against her.
They sit in silence, close against each other, until their cigarettes run out.