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Vi kissed her way down Caitlyn’s trembling body, making a conscious effort to commit every inch of skin to memory—every mole, every scar. She felt so soft against her lips, so warm, so perfect. How she’d gone months without this, she didn’t know. But she hoped—she begged to the gods—that she’d never have to again. No, never again would she be starved or deprived of Caitlyn Kiramman. Not, at least, if she had any say in it.
Her fingers fumbled with her belt buckle, earning a soft giggle. Vi couldn’t help but laugh back. How giddy they both felt, how absolutely enamored.
It should’ve been like this, Vi thought. It should’ve always been like this for us.
But what does it matter? It was like this now—easy and simple and exciting. Two girls in want, in lust, in love.
Finally, the belt gave way, and Vi hooked her fingers onto the fabric of Caitlyn’s pants, ready to slide them down and off. But her fingers were stopped—held so tightly by trembling hands.
“You okay?” she asked, surprised by how shaky her voice came out. She was already so overwhelmed, so lost in the moment. No one had ever made her melt so quickly or to this degree.
Caitlyn nodded, saying, “Before we go any further, you need to know that I’m not…”
Vi quirked an eyebrow. “You’re not what, Cait?”
“Well, I have, um…different equipment, you could say,” she said nervously. “Compared to other girls.”
“Oh,” Vi said, before giving her a soft smile. She leaned forward and kissed the blush on Caitlyn’s face, then whispered, “That doesn’t change anything for me, if it doesn’t for you.”
Caitlyn shook her head, her nose brushing against Vi’s, another giggle escaping her kiss-swollen lips.
“Okay, good,” Vi said. “Because now all I can think about is how good you’d feel inside my mouth.”
“Oh, fuck,” Caitlyn groaned, throwing her head back and against the concrete wall behind her.
Vi did not relent—pushing forward and planting open-mouthed kisses up Caitlyn’s neck. “Would you like that, baby?” she purred.
Caitlyn’s breath hitched as she said, “Yes. I’d like that very much.”
Vi smiled against Caitlyn’s pulse point, before sucking on the skin, right as her hand slid between them—palm pressed against Caitlyn’s crotch.
“You’re hard already,” Vi noted, feeling the strained bulge through the fabric. She slid her hand past the unbuckled belt, and gasped. “Oh, fuck.”
Caitlyn’s cock twitched against Vi’s hand, thick and throbbing. Immediately, Vi felt her cunt get wetter—expectant and eager to be stretched out. To be filled up. To be properly fucked. Her head grew dizzy at the thought. But first…
She sank to her knees, sliding Caitlyn’s pants down as she went. Her eyes widened at the sight of Caitlyn’s cock—already glistening at the tip with precum. She swallowed, heart hammering against her sternum in anticipation.
Caitlyn looked down at her, eyes lidded and mouth slightly ajar. How beautiful she looked like this—standing over Vi, her cock twitching mere inches away from her face.
“Is this…?” she started. “Are you all right?”
Vi nodded, forgetting every single word in her vocabulary, except for, “Caitlyn,” which came out more as a sigh than an actual word.
Her breath was warm against the head of Caitlyn’s cock. And before she could help herself, she opened her mouth and let it slide inside.
“Oh, fuck,” Caitlyn moaned, hands burying themselves in Vi’s hair.
She only took the head in at first, her tongue swirling around it and tasting Caitlyn’s sweet precum.
“Shit,” Caitlyn muttered, her grip on Vi’s locks tightening and her hips bucking forward ever so slightly.
Vi knew what she needed—what she had needed for some time now.
Were you this hard, she wanted to ask, when we first met? When I pinned you to a wall in a brothel? When I laid in bed with you? When you first kissed me?
She hoped so. She hoped that she’d been just as strung out and pent up and needy as Vi herself had been. She hoped that she had laid in bed at night and jerked her cock to the thought of her, fantasized about how warm and wet her mouth would feel.
She leaned forward, taking in more of Caitlyn’s length, drool already dripping from open mouth. She was desperate suddenly. Hungry.
Caitlyn’s hips jerked forward again, burying her cock that much deeper into Vi’s mouth—bruising her lips and throbbing against her tongue.
Meanwhile, Vi’s cunt spasmed—clenching around nothing but her own arousal, aching and begging to be filled.
She brought a hand up to Caitlyn’s cock, and another down into her own pants. Her fingers readily found her swollen clit, rubbing messy circles on it as her head bobbed up and down.
“Mmph,” she hummed around the shaft, pleasure ripping through her.
“Oh, darling,” Caitlyn moaned with her. “Oh, that pretty little mouth of yours is so…ahh…so perfect.”
Vi went faster, took her deeper—until she managed to get right to the base every time, nose buried in blue curls, just to pull herself off almost all the way. And then back down. Over and over and over.
Her other hand worked just as frantically, dipping down further now to slide inside herself. Her fingers moved in unison with her mouth, mimicking Caitlyn’s cock. In and out and in and out. If she closed her eyes she could pretend that it was her cock. That Caitlyn was filling her up in both places at once, that Vi was being used and pleasured. Degraded and worshipped. All at once.
But she didn’t close her eyes. No, she wanted to look at Caitlyn—see how quickly she unraveled, how readily she lost her composure. Her moans echoed through the jail cell, such sweet and delicate sounds. Such beautiful encouragements. Her hands, too, demanded more—fingers tightening around pink locks and driving Vi’s head forwards and back.
She was getting close, Vi could tell. By the sounds she made and the way her body writhed. She was going to come down Vi’s throat, and Vi would come with her—cum simultaneously rolling down her own fingers and down her chin.
But no. That didn’t happen. What happened is instead was this:
Caitlyn pushed Vi off.
She fell backwards onto her ass, then looked up, confused—her face flushed and messy with both precum and spit.
“Are you—?” she tried to ask, but before she could finish her question, Caitlyn was lunging herself forward.
She yanked Vi’s pants off, and the motion of it made Vi lose her balance even further. She was on her back now, blinking up at the ceiling in a mix of confusion and arousal. She pulled herself up just enough to settle her weight on her forearms, watching as Caitlyn spread her legs—revealing the absolute mess that Vi had made of herself.
“Fuck,” Caitlyn growled, eyes so dark that Vi could barely see the beautiful blue of her irises.
She quickly positioned herself between Vi’s legs, cock in her hand.
“Oh,” Vi gasped, feeling the tip run up and down her wet slit.
“Is this okay?” Caitlyn asked, her chest heaving with each breath, and Vi could see just how much effort it was taking her to go slow, to be patient.
But Vi didn’t want slow, and certainly didn’t want patient.
She wrapped her legs around Caitlyn’s waist, pulling her in close. And Caitlyn let herself fall forward, their foreheads almost touching.
“Please,” Vi whispered, and Caitlyn’s eyes fluttered shut at the feel of her warm breath against her face. “Just fuck me.”
And that’s all the permission that Caitlyn needed. She slammed her cock into Vi’s already desperate pussy—both of them moaning at the feeling. She pierced through her, pushing through her walls and burying herself deep inside her, all in one slick movement.
Vi shuddered beneath her, her back arching and hips thrusting forward for more. Caitlyn obliged, pumping in and out. She didn’t ask this time, she didn’t have to.
Vi kept begging, “Please, please, please…” in between wanton moans and needy whimpers.
This wasn’t how she had envisioned their first time. No, she had envisioned a bed, for starters. Moonlight streaming through the window. Candlelight and wine.
Not fucking senselessly inside a jail cell—two animals, desperate for release. But that’s exactly what they were, wasn’t it? Creatures all rattled up and riled up. How long had it been? How long had they waited for this? Too long. Far too fucking long.
They moved together, panting and moaning, saying things they’d never said before, like:
“I’ve needed you.”
and
“I want you to be mine.”
and
“No one’s ever had me like you do.”
Oh, they were so in sync like this. So perfectly aligned. Where they were always slightly out of step or unbalanced, now they were on equal ground. They were on the same page, in perfect harmony. They moved together, moaned together, fell apart together.
Caitlyn buried herself deeper, right as she came—strings of hot, white cum pulsing inside of Vi, triggering an orgasm of her own. Her cunt tightened around Caitlyn’s cock, needing to squeeze out every last drop, which Caitlyn eagerly gave.
“Oh, it’s so—mmph,” Vi moaned. “Fuck, y-you’re still—ahh!”
Caitlyn fell forward all the way, landing on top of Vi. Her body went limp, but her hips still jerked with each remaining shot of cum, effectively burying it deeper and deeper inside of Vi’s blissed out cunt. Oh, she’d never come like this before—so unrestrained, so feral, so hard.
And Vi, for her part, had never quite felt like this either. Had never been so filled to the brim by someone else’s cum. It felt so incredibly dirty in the most beautiful way. She wanted more of it. She wanted to taste it, to swallow it. She wanted to be covered in it, coated in glistening white. What a fantasy to have—one she’d never thought about before. One that only existed because it was Caitlyn’s cum that she’d just taken. Caitlyn’s cum that she was already addicted to.
“I should’ve asked before I…” Caitlyn started, her voice still breathless. “I’m sorry.”
Vi shook her head, saying, "I wanted it," then kissed Caitlyn’s temple, tasting the sweat that lingered there. “I wanted you.”
I’ve always wanted you, she thought. I’m pretty sure I always will.