Mistakes Were Made

“Is too damn far away,” Erin said, getting her hands under Cassie’s jacket. “You drive me crazy all night and then you think I can make it to my car?”

Cassie’s head dropped back against the brick. They weren’t hidden really. It was just an alcove to an apartment building, and if anyone were to come out or go in—

“Anyone could see.”

“Cassie,” Erin’s voice was rough. “I need to make you come. Right. Now.”

Cassie moaned, Erin’s mouth on her throat. “Yes.”

Erin unbuttoned Cassie’s jeans.

Cassie was wet, probably had been since Erin had sat next to her. She could feel Erin grin against her collarbone as her fingers slipped around Cassie’s clit. Cassie moaned again.

“Shhh,” Erin murmured.

Cassie tried to keep her eyes open, but then she saw someone walking past them on the other side of the street, so she closed them and just focused on how good Erin felt.

Erin was obviously not going for anything other than fast and messy. Her fingers rubbed furious circles over Cassie’s clit. She was leaving a necklace of hickeys and Cassie was silently begging for more, shoulder blades pressed back into the building while the rest of her body arched forward. She tugged Erin’s mouth to hers right before she came, smothered her groan of pleasure with a kiss.

Erin removed her hand from Cassie’s pants while Cassie caught her breath. Cassie was leaning against the wall still, Erin’s other hand strong on her hip. She’d be upset that Erin seemed to think she couldn’t trust her legs, except Cassie wasn’t sure she could.

“Ready?” Erin asked.

Cassie swallowed. She settled her weight back onto her feet.

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, sure.”

Erin laughed at her, but Cassie couldn’t bring herself to care. She felt warm and satisfied and she would get to make Erin feel that way, too, as soon as they got to the hotel. She was definitely ready.

She did not get to make Erin feel that way as soon as they got to the hotel, it turned out.

She snuck a hand into Erin’s back pocket on the way to her room, but once they were inside, Erin took over. She slipped Cassie’s jacket off and kissed her, walked her backward to the bed without ever breaking the kiss. Erin’s weight on top of her felt wonderful, but Cassie really wanted to reciprocate. She kept trying to get Erin’s clothes off—she plucked at her top and fiddled with her belt—but Erin always caught her hands.

“Erin,” she whined, drawing it out.

She could feel Erin smile into the kiss, but when Cassie reached for her shirt again, Erin pinned her wrists over her head. Cassie kept her arms there even after she let go. Erin’s hands found their way to Cassie’s belt, and she finally stopped kissing her to ask, “May I?”

“Erin, I want—”

“I want you to keep saying my name, Cassie. And I want to go down on you. You’ll get your turn, don’t worry.”

Cassie tried really hard not to, but she might’ve whimpered. Erin’s lips turned up.

“Yeah,” Cassie said. “Yeah, you can. Take them off.”

Erin stripped Cassie of her pants with startling efficiency and roaming hands. She paused, once the jeans were off, and Cassie was about to tell her to keep going, but Erin was just taking a break to rub Cassie through her panties.

“Christ.”

Erin smirked at her. “You can just call me Erin.”

Cassie would’ve rolled her eyes, but she was too busy pushing her panties down since Erin wasn’t in enough of a hurry to. Once Cassie’s lower half was naked, though, Erin didn’t bother with Cassie’s shirt before settling between her legs.

Fuck.

Cassie didn’t know how she’d gone so long without this. Erin’s mouth was criminally good. Cassie dropped her head back against the pillow, letting out a low moan. Her legs fell farther open.

“God, Erin, I missed you.”

Erin laughed, kissed her thigh. “Me?” she asked. “Or this?” She licked straight up Cassie’s center.

“Both,” Cassie gasped.

Erin must’ve had a great memory. She did all the things that make Cassie the most crazy. She swirled her tongue around Cassie’s clit, dropped it down to slide up into her. She never let Cassie get too close, always stopped and changed whatever she was doing when Cassie’s legs started to shake.

“Look at me,” Erin demanded, and Cassie didn’t hesitate.

The sight of Erin looking up at her as she licked her clit made Cassie want to groan and slam her eyes shut again, but she held eye contact. The look in Erin’s eyes was pleased. She would be smiling if her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.

“Erin,” Cassie panted, and now she swore she could actually feel Erin’s grin pressing between her legs. “Erin, please.”

Erin nodded, and Cassie kept her eyes open when she came.

Cassie shook and shook and Erin kept going. Erin’s breath was hot and wet when she pulled back, and then when she bit at Cassie’s clit again, Cassie’s eyes slammed shut as she came a second time, right away.

“Fucking Christ, Erin,” she groaned, because Erin was being gentle, but her mouth was still on Cassie. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I’m not done yet,” Erin said.

Cassie’s body gave another shudder.

“You gotta give me a break.”

“This is your break,” Erin said. She was still tonguing at Cassie, but she avoided her clit.

“Erin,” Cassie dragged out her name.

Erin sucked a mark onto her inner thigh. “It’s been two months,” she said. “Just come for me one more time.”

Cassie came three more times before Erin stopped. She pulled her shirt and bra off between orgasms three and four to play with her tits. By the end, she’d said Erin’s name so many times it had lost all meaning. After, Erin climbed out of bed, padded to the sink—still fully clothed—and returned with a glass of water, and Cassie still didn’t have her breath back.

“Take your time,” Erin said, smirk evident in her voice.

Cassie would’ve liked to wipe it right off her face, but she couldn’t even move enough to take the glass of water.

“I think I’m dead,” she said.

Erin laughed at her.

“I really think you killed me.”

“I did not,” Erin giggled. “Sit up so you can drink.”

Cassie managed to sort of shuffle her way to half sitting, still breathing hard. She gulped at the water.

When she set it down on the bedside table, she asked, “Is it finally my turn?”

Erin grinned. “I don’t know. Have you recovered enough?”

“Shut up,” Cassie laughed, and tugged Erin into bed with her.

Only after Cassie had licked all traces of her own taste out of Erin’s mouth did she start undressing her. Erin’s blouse was clingy and her hair got caught it in as Cassie pulled it over her head. Cassie tugged harder instead of being careful, but it did the trick, and she got her hands on Erin’s bare skin.

Erin was squirming on top of her, obviously desperate for some kind of friction. Cassie considered making her wait, with how long Erin had made her wait to touch her, but before she made up her mind, Erin was shuddering, eyes closed and mouth slack, and Cassie just watched.

Eventually Erin blinked her eyes open. Cassie still stared.

“Was that—did you just—”

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