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Billowing wind threatened to pluck Vi right off her motorbike and introduce her to the hard-packed dirt below. And there was nothing she loved more. With the sprawling verdant of rice paddies as her only company everything else could just slough off her shoulders. No one to care for, to worry about, to strategize for. It was just her, the road beneath her tires, and the white dumplings floating in the blue soup above.
Oh, and that person she was about to slam into.
The “oh fuck” had barely left her lips before cursing herself for wearing shorts. With her speedometer reading “fuck the police” breaking was hardly an option, leading to a gentle slide that so kindly introduced her shin to the ground. This street crosser must be entranced with whatever they were doing as it wasn’t until screeching metal nearly tore her shin in two that they jumped away, their yelp barely audible amid the cacophony of her crashing bike and cursing mouth.
Just as suddenly as it had started it came to a grinding halt, a pair of “I’m sorry” dying on Vi’s ears as she ripped off her helmet, ready to tear into this clueless soul. “Are you serious!?! Did you not fucking hear me coming down the road?”
Another “I’m sorry” was amended with “headphones” as this mystery woman dressed in a silken white blouse plucked the pink buds from her ears.
Oh great, thought Vi, a silver spoon .
With a grunt her maroon and obsidian helmet finally popped off. “Look I-“
Oh fuck, she’s hot.
“I uhm…” Tossing aside her headwear, a heavy exhale tumbled out Vi’s chest as she extricated herself from below her metal steed. “Whatever, nothing we can do about it now.”
The mystery woman offered a hand, seemingly genuine concern coloring her gaze. “Let me at least take a look at you. I have a first aid kit back at the cabin. Even have a stew going if you’d like?”
Despite the joy one got from gazing upon this woman, Vi wasn’t exactly trying to spend time with her. “No thanks. It should uh-”
A hasty glance at her shin revealed shredded flesh.
“It should be fine.”
“Please,” pleaded the girl, “it’s the least I can do after acting like an airhead.”
Another glance left the expansive landscape swallowing Vi’s gaze. There was nothing out here for kilometers. No help for leg…also no help from this woman. Yet, in spite of an extensive horror film education, she felt at ease. Something about this woman was so…disarming. Everything felt strangely genuine, not like the curated authenticity of the city. It made her wonder how long she’d been living out here.
“Alright. But only because I don’t really like how that dirt looks next to the scratch.”
“Think that’s a bit more than a scratch.” And with that Vi’s arm was slung along this tall stranger, helping her maneuver the bike next to the cabin.
With a groan, her solid mass plopped onto a smooth mahogany chair, the interior of the cabin leagues more designed than the quaint exterior. Definitely a silver spoon.
“Big rifle you got there.”
“What?” For a moment, the purple-haired woman looked flustered until following Vi’s gaze. “Oh…yeah. Nothing I can’t handle.”
That earned a smirk from Vi. Clueless, more than likely entitled, and cocky. So far so good. “You hunt?”
“Not out here. Nothing too exciting. I much prefer humans.”
The boxer’s sturdy body tensed before she caught a glimpse of the woman’s wry smile.
“A joke. I’m guessing from that look of disgust you’re not a fan of the upper class.”
“Hmpph,” chuckled the tattooed woman, “yeah, I have my issues with them.”
With a huff the tall woman sat herself across from Vi, motioning for the biker to give her her leg. “Well I hope you can put aside those quarrels long enough for me to tend to you.”
“We’ll see. Depends how gentle you are.”
“How gentle would you like me to be.”
Cue Vi’s gaydar pinging like crazy as she handed the stranger her leg. It wasn’t until those baby blue eyes glanced up at her that she realized she was staring. “How long you been living out here.”
“Only a couple of weeks.”
“I see.” Speaking of seeing, she wondered what could possibly motivate someone to purchase a TV that large. The thing was so massive it seemed like it would poop out the TV she had.
“Why? Are you interested?”
“Ha,” chuckled Vi, damn near doubling over at the number of lifetimes she’d have to spend working just to be able to afford a place like this. “But no. You just seem…different.”
“Different how?”
“Haven’t decided yet.”
The mystery woman simply nodded as she rather deliberately set about her work. All the while Vi’s gaze continued to roam the landscape. Paintings lined the walls, a hearth crackled behind a thick glass pane, and plates eerily similar to some porcelain ones she’d recently stolen were seated on the table. It was all so…typical. Once you saw one rich person’s house you’ve seen ‘em all. All big tables and glistening chandeliers. Money thrown at furniture and paintings in some desperate attempt to capture the soul and essence that made a house a home.
“Yes?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Alright, fine. Any idea how long this’ll take? As nice as this aircon feels I’ll take the wind anyday.”
“Mmmm like you prefer the water of the lake over a shower, or the dirt beneath your feet rather than marble.”
“Dont act like you know me”
“Right back at you . I can feel the judgment practically oozing off you. Every look a scrutinizing one. Just because my family has money doesn’t make me an ass.”
“No. It just means that when you struggle, it’s to hit a target, but when others do it's to stay alive.”
“You know if you don’t want me to patch you up then by all means leave.”
The bulge in Vi’s jaw thickened as she grit her teeth. Reeling back into her memory, Vi recalled patching up a scrape on her knee so her parents wouldn’t know she’d been fighting. To say it turned out ugly was an massive understatement. “Hmmph fine. Just make it quick.”
“You’d know about quick,” murmured the taller of the two.
“What was that?”
“As you wish.”
And so they sat in silence as this still unnamed stranger ran what had to be alcohol over her hewn skin. “I’m Caitlyn, by the way.”
“Vi.”
“Well, Vi, you can make a sound you know. It’s ok to not be tough 24/7.”
“Maybe where-”
“-I come from, yes I know. But not everything about where I come from is bad. That is where I learned to do this.”
“Hmm so that’s why it stings so much.”
Not much caught Vi off guard these days, but Caitlyn slamming the medical scissors into the table did earn a reaction from her. “You’re quite snarky for someone who's in a vulnerable position.”
“I’m not too worried,” chuckled Vi, relaxing her mountainous shoulders as she sank into the backrest, “I don’t think it’d be much of a fight.”
“You’re right. I’d have you tapped out in under a minute.”
Her own metallic eyes narrowed. “Well now you’re just asking for it.”
“Maybe I am.”
An impregnable pause consumed the moment, Vi’s eyes dancing with the stranger’s, surprised to find that she wouldn’t yield. It was a hard contrast to the softness they’d possessed just minutes ago.
“Whatever. We almost wrapped up here?”
“Just need to wrap you up.”
As fabric spiraled its way up Vi’s pale skin, a pleasant scent wafted by, earning a couple of sniffs from the biker.
“Lamb stew,” answered the violet-eyed stranger without glancing up, “and as much as I dislike it, I feel I should still offer you some food considering I did make you crash.”
9/10 times such an offer would have been shot down without a second thought. Yet, once more, she found herself charging against her instincts. Why? Stew smelled bomb. And she’d be lying if this woman wasn’t intriguing. Whether she liked her or hated her was undecided still, but it was definitely intriguing. Plus she was hot. Very, very hot. “Alright. Just know that if it doesn’t taste as good as it smells I’ll be leaving a review.”
“You’ll be leaving with a full stomach.”
“So she’s cocky about her shooting and her food,” noted Vi aloud, “compensating for something perhaps?”
This time the stranger’s snicker wasn’t quite as nonchalant, that same flustered look briefly dressing her expression before she turned toward the kitchen. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Stew should be ready by then. I would say stay here but I have a feeling you’ll peruse no matter what I say, so just don’t touch anything. Especially the rifle.”
“Ay-ay captain.” With that Vi’s bandaged leg was swallowed by her pant as she set about exploring the cabin. First was the main room. About what she’d expected. Cozy couch, coffee table, weird thing that you put your feet up on. Typical rich people stuff. What did catch her eye however was a family portrait with a vaguely familiar looking person on it. Looking past the generic stiffness of the image, they seemed to be loving. The stranger in the kitchen was but a child in the photo and wore a smile that was twice too big for the occasion. But what really drew her attention were the parents. Vi wondered what it’d be like to have photos of her parents. Anything more solid than the memory that grew fuzzier and fuzzier each year.
The next room was what, if the fairy lights were any indication, had to be the bedroom. They were off for now but given everything else about the woman Vi guessed they glowed a soft purple. The room itself was all pretty basic. Soft looking sheets, big dresser, full…body…mirror…
Huh thought Vi as she pulled up to the reflective surface. In the corner was an almost blindingly flowery name tag. “Caitlyn” it read. But that wasn’t the interesting part. Vi remembered these name tags. Five or so years ago, an old apartment complex a couple blocks from her house ”caught” fire and collapsed. Nobody knew what the area was gonna be used for, that is until a community center seemed to pop up over night. When she’d asked Vander about it he said he’d heard an “anonymous donor” had given it. The people who had worked there wore these exact name tags. That community center was where she’d used to go play with Powder…
It was one of the few constant stars amongst the murky soup that was home. But Vi couldn’t remember ever seeing this girl there.
For some reason her fingers seemed drawn to it, as if to make sure it was real. Guess she’s not a total ass...maybe a savior complex I can make fun of though.
“Foods ready!”
Vi was just through the doorway way when something else caught her eye. Is that a-
“There you are,” piped up Caitlyn, centimeters away from crashing into her, “the foods ready.”
“Oh uhhh…” dawdled the biker, doubly caught off guard by what she thought she’d seen and the saccharine scent that wafted from Caitlyn, “uhm perfect. Is there somewhere to wash my hands?”
“Course. Bathroom’s right here.” Caitlyn led the way, Vi following behind, enjoying the view the entire time.
As she sat down, Vi’s stomach did a happy dance seeing Caitlyn did not go easy on the portions. That was the real way to Vi’s heart. Not that it mattered right now.
“You worked at the community center? Decent soup by the way.”
“Thank you. And yes, I still do. Just during summers.”
“I don’t remember seeing you.”
“I work in the back.”
“Not good with kids?“
“No uhm…well yes but also I just prefer staying in the back because…” The woman trailed off, gaze drifting out beyond the cabin-
“-because you’re a Kirraman-“
-only to have it reeled back in by that name.
“How’d you-“
“Your family photo. I recognized your mom.”
A long sip from Caitlyn impregnated the moment. Something about hearing that name seemed to make her seat suddenly a lot less comfortable.
“Yeah…” she finally answered, “I just. Sometimes I just wish she wasn’t senator. Or at least didn’t have to include us in all her promos. And yes I know you’re going to say I should be grateful that those are my problems with my mom but…I don’t know.”
The expansive landscape that was Vi’s back sank into her seat. “You’re right. But I was also going to say I know what it’s like to grow up with a parent who’s a leader. It’s…a lot.”
“Yeah.” A heaviness seemed to settle over the food as both their gazes drifted beyond the confines of the cabin. “Anyways um…I guess I should also thank you for going easy on me before. Something tells me you’re not the type to typically let people off lightly.”
That earned a snicker from the short-haired biker. “Don’t mention it. Plus it helps that most people aren’t as hot as you.”
A smirk danced along Caitlyn’s lips as her gaze shifted down. It was a poor attempt at hiding the soft blush that colored her cheeks. If only Vi knew that wasn’t the only part of Caitlyn reacting.
“Speaking of, I gotta say I’m surprised you cook this good. I woulda thought that you just ask your chef to make all your meals.”
There was a dismissive shake of the head as Cait helped herself to a bite of lamb. “Yeah well, after hunting all those people you have to find something to do with the meat right?”
“You keep joking about that and I’m gonna start thinking it’s not really a joke.”
“Maybe it isn’t,” quipped Caitlyn, tone dropping to something more sinister as her gaze zeroed in on Vi, “maybe I’m just feeding you to get you nice and full before I hunt you.”
Another heavy slurp rang out as Vi held Caitlyn’s unwavering gaze. “I could weigh 500 kilos and I bet you still wouldn’t hit me.”
A spoon halfway to Caitlyn’s mouth halted as the no-longer-a-stranger tilted her head. “You keep joking about that and I might have to prove to you that I’m an excellent shot.”
“Oh? And how might you do that?”
“I’ve got a few extra bottles we could set up. Or I could have you hop back on that bike and make things a bit more interesting.”
“Bet. Five bottles. I place them. Loser has to admit the other was right.”
Caitlyn reached a hand across the table and the two shook on it. Like so much about this woman, even her grip was a paradox. Firm and steady yet her skin unbearably soft and smooth, a stark contrast to Vi’s own bruised knuckles.
“Do you box?”
“Among other things, yeah.”
“ Other things?”
Vi leaned back with a smug grin tugging at her cheek. “These hands are multitalented.”
Caitlyn’s eyes rolled in an inaudible groan. “Of course they are,”
“You’ll see, Cupcake.”
“What was that?”
“Oh nothing. Just practicing my acceptance speech when you have to admit you’re not, ‘an excellent shot.”
“Don’t practice too hard. I’d hate for all that brain power to go to waste.”
Vi’s hand clutched her chest in faux offense as she took her empty bowl to the sink. “Is that you calling me dumb?” She was glad to see Caitlyn had nearly cleared her bowl too. “You done?”
“I uh- yes but I can take care of it.”
“S’alright. You did the cooking, the least I can do is clean. Plus it’s only two bowls.” What she didn’t admit was that it also gave her a chance to roll up her sleeves. Let’s just say that was a look that many previous trysts had complimented her on.
“So where those bottles at Ms. Deadeye?”
Caitlyn rose to her full, impressive height with a yawn and a tall stretch. “Eager to lose are we? I’ll go grab them.”
Vi was pitifully attempting to figure out how this new-fangled dishwasher opened when the clinking of glass signaled Caitlyn’s return.
“You know there’s no reason to get rid of the handle. When people use the dishwasher they don’t think ‘ah gosh darn if only this handle wasn’t so hard to work.”
Caitlyn simply smirked as she traded the bottles with Vi. With a wave of her hand the dishwasher popped open.
“Oh come on that took just as much time as using a handle.”
“Yes. But I didn’t have to bend over to open it.”
A damn shame thought Vi, imagining just how lovely those tights would’ve looked pleated to Caitlyn’s legs. She may have gotten a bit too into her little bent-over-Caitlyn daydream as it wasn’t until the shooter had snagged her rifle and was leaving the cabin that Vi realized she had moved.
“You coming?”
“Uhh yeah…yeah.” With a shake of her head her feet followed the Senator’s daughter. Circling around back, they were met by light shrubbery and what looked to be a pair of orange trees. Vi went about setting up the bottles, one on a particularly thick bush, another on the fence that surrounded the property, one in each tree, and the last on the ground far away enough that she could just barely make out Caitlyn’s face with her naked eye.
Goddamit why did she have to be so fucking adorable .
Caitlyn was fiddling around with her looky-thing (as you can tell Vi was not adept with guns) when she returned. “You ready over there?”
“Just about”
“Five bottles. If you miss any I win.”
“Mhm.”
With a wave of her arm she signaled for Caitlyn to fire when ready. To be fair, she wasn’t expecting-
BANG BANG BANG BANG
-four shots to immediately ring out. Which is why she damn near jumped out of her skin, her head whipping around just in time to see the fourth bottle shatter, leaving only the one farthest away still standing.
The front of the rifle sagged as Caitlyn rolled her shoulders, an annoyingly smug smirk just barely tampered down. “Mmm that was a nice little warm up.” Setting the butt of the gun against her shoulders, she offered Vi some last words accompanied by a devious wink. “This one's for you.”
Two shots rang out, and Vi could just barely make out what happened. The first crashed through the bottom of the wine bottle, shattering the fat half but leaving the skinny top unbroken. At least, it would have been if not for the second bullet zooming right behind to shatter the top. A satisfied sigh echoed from Caitlyn’s chest as she peered at Vi expectantly.
“I’m not gonna say it.”
“ Woooooow ,” huffed Caitlyn, “after all that talk and you can’t even say four little words.”
“Nope.”
“Ha. Not even a ‘you were right?”
“Nope.”
“Oh come on. Just a little bit?”
“Fine. You want me to say it?”
“I’d like nothing more.”
“ Make me .”
Everything seemed to freeze as Caitlyn’s gaze darted around Vi, searching for silent confirmation. A couple of baited breaths left Vi as she stared back at Caitlyn…waiting. And as quickly as it had all seemed to freeze it similarly smashed into restart. In an instant Caitlyn had flipped on the safety and tossed the rifle to ground. With two long strides she was in front of Vi and before she knew it the biker was tilting her head and shutting her eyes.
Fuck they’re soft was Vi’s first thought as their lips hammered into one another. Now that the growing tension finally boiled over, it did not take long for it to escalate. Their breaths quickly grew heavy, the kiss equal parts desperate and passionate, both of them imbibing themselves on the other yet still hungry for more. A grunt flew from Vi’s lips into Caitlyn’s as the marksman slammed her against the wooden exterior.
“Say it,” barked the taller of the two, her voice a far cry from the apologetic one that had started all this.
“Make me.”
A tingle shot up Vi’s spine at the sounds those words elicited from Caitlyn, whose hands now dug into her hips and kept her pinned to the wall. At the first chance, Caitlyn’s tongue shot forth into her mouth, desperate to taste every centimeter. But Vander didn’t raise no quitter, and just as eagerly as Caitlyn had taken charge Vi rammed her tongue forward, their two slick muscles meeting in the middle as they rather sloppily made out around them.
Pulling back for air, Caitlyn’s frenzied eyes devoured Vi. “You’re unbearably annoying you know.”
“Takes one to know one.” And with that Vi used her superior strength to knock Caitlyn’s hips off kilter, spining the tall stunner around. Before the marksman even had time to react, those boxer paws were all over Caitlyn, one enjoying itself with her bubbly ass while the other explored her upper back, rather pleased to find a healthy layer of sinew. You couldn’t tell from looking at her, but proprioception was letting Vi know that this woman had some muscle on her.
“You always this physical with your partners,” quizzed Caitlyn.
“Only the ones I know can handle it.”
“Hmmph,” snickered Caitlyn, sneaking in a swift kiss between her words, “guess I was being a little too gentle with your leg then?”
“Plenty of time to make up for it.”
Caitlyn simply grunted in the affirmative before rushing her lips back to Vi’s, the biker more than happy to receive them. She couldn’t explain why but there was something so basely pleasurable about all the huffs and little moans they traded, feeling the rushing warmth of breath along her skin. To know that not only did she want Caitlyn, but Caitlyn wanted her back.
Despite all their differences, they were also so similar in many ways. Confident, steadfast, unwilling to back down from a fight, hard exteriors but good souls beneath it all.
Just the way Caitlyn had helped her reminded her so much of Vander, willing to take her in yet with zero tolerance for her bullshit. Definitely not a total ass .
Speaking of…
“Harder,” half-growled Caitlyn, her palm layering atop that which had been greedily groping her bum “show me what those boxer muscles do.” Safe to say Vi was more than pleased to oblige, letting out a little growl as she began to full on knead the marksman’s ass.
The firm grip in turn drew out the first full-on moan from Caitlyn. Vi swore she’d never heard a sweeter sound. So desperate was she to hear it again that her lips begrudgingly pulled away and began to suckle the long strip of skin that was Caitlyn’s neck. As anticipated, another of those guttural notes gurgled in Caitlyn’s throat as Vi was anything but gentle with her skin. She’d always liked imposing her physicality with her partners, but for some reason, Caitlyn seemed to be drawing it out even more. The desire to mark up Caitlyn’s neck rose beyond her usual lust, and the thought of seeing all those little purple marks on Caitlyn’s skin left her hungering more than she’d ever known.
Apparently the feeling was mutual, as her buzzed pink tresses were suddenly smacked by a hand that tugged her even deeper into the pale flesh. With that hand all but trapping her lips, the fingers oh so gently scratched her scalp, yet another contradiction that seemed to embody this woman. The reciprocity didn’t stop there though, as Vi felt a palm firmly plant itself against her left ass cheek, similarly reeling in her hips until they were flush against the taller woman’s.
“If you wanted me that bad,” grunted Vi between kisses, “you could’ve just asked.”
“Says the one… ngh… mauling my neck right now.”
“You want me to stop?”
“Shut up,” groaned Caitlyn, once again using that palm to jam Vi forward into her neck. The stout boxer now switched sides, quite proud to see some early marks forming near Caitlyn’s ridiculously sharp jawline.
The hand previously exploring Caitlyn’s upper back now dipped below the hem of her shirt, wasting no time rooting itself in the smooth skin of the marksman’s low back. Without thought, she began emulating the rhythmic scratches Caitlyn offered her scalp, the gentle movement a welcome one amongst the crash of passion. The warbling little coo belied Caitlyn’s pleasure with the motion. It also didn’t hurt that it encouraged the purple-haired beauty to arch her back, offering up even more of that delicious neck for Vi to indulge herself with. The one downside was that it left Cait up on her tippy-toes, Vi forced to match her stance AND tilt her head up just to reach that razor jaw.
“As much as I hate to interrupt,” piped Caitlyn, “we should probably head inside before we get too into it.”
“What? You scared of some bugs?”
“No. Just didn’t wanna scare the animals with how you’re gonna be moaning my name.”
“Mmmm that better be a promise.”
“Why don’t you come find out.” Caitlyn snagged the rifle as the two made the short walk back, even then any hint of separating vehemently rebuffed by both parties. A stolen kiss, an ass grab, a naughty little whisper. Whatever they could manage while still moving.
And once they entered the threshold to the cabin, it grew exponentially harder. The journey to the bedroom was winding and slow-moving, the dyad constantly bumping against table corners and slamming one another against walls. What Vi loved was that every time she upped the ante and put a little more force into her movements, Caitlyn responded in kind. And everytime she did Vi wore a dangerous grin, their unwavering gazes piercing to the depths of the other’s desire and egging them on.
For two people who had only just met their unspoken dance flowed like a well-oiled machine. Nudges and pulls replaced words of desire while grunts and moans replaced praise. And when their passion for each other just couldn’t be held in it would burst forth in a supernova of a makeout, oftentimes their hands tugging the other closer despite there being no more centimeters to concede.
“God I wanna eat you so bad.”
Caitlyn’s confession caught Vi off guard. Not the content but rather the need she said it with. It was the way that someone in a desert begged the gods for water. She had no quip, no comeback, no witty retort, just a fiery yearning to have Caitlyn’s head tucked between her thighs.
“Fuck the bed,” groaned Vi, despite only being a few strides from the room. Her excitement was evident in how she fumbled with her pants, not that having Caitlyn kiss down her collar helped either.
“Let me.” Caitlyn’s hands gently nudged hers aside. Just as they had when tending to her leg, those digits remained steady as she undid the button, peeling the pants down with deliberate motions.
A ringing little hum rang out from the marksman as she smooched Vi’s clothed inner thigh. “I knew you’d wear these,” she mused, alluding to Vi’s pink boy shorts.
Admittedly Vi was a little worried about Caitlyn teasing her. Yet it seemed that this towering seductress could hardly resist the temptation herself, and so the underwear were hastily discarded. If she wasn’t so caught up in the moment, Vi would’ve laughed at Caitlyn unironically licking her lips at the sight that greeted her.
It didn’t seem all that impressive to her, especially since she hadn’t uh tended the garden in a bit. But she wasn’t gonna complain about the way Caitlyn was eyeing her sex. And she definitely wasn’t gonna complain about-
“- UNGHHHH-“
-how straight to the point she was. She’d basically been perpetually soaked since their lips first touched, and ever since Caitlyn’s promise her southern lips had been aching to feel Caitlyn dine on her.
“ Fuuuuck yessss .” Vi all but melted into the wall as Caitlyn went to work. Barely seconds in and Vi could tell that this woman was gonna make good on her promise. Much like everything about her, her technique was a beautiful contrast. It was passionate and direct, Caitlyn truly devouring her, yet at the same time tender and focused. Less bull in a china shop and more cat in a pet food shop, graceful while still going ham.
And my oh my was Vi reaping the benefits. Cognitive dissonance wracked her brain as she desperately desired to savor this sight, yet the pure bliss coasting up her body forced her head back and eyes shut. Basking in the pleasure, her digits reached down to entangle themselves in those violet tresses. While they were not there to guide (Caitlyn was doing quite alright on her own) they were there to communicate her pleasure with little scritches. Every once in a while the scritches turned to tugs when Caitlyn found a particularly sensitive spot, something she proved to be rather good at.
“Fuck that tongue hits all my spots.”
“It’s like I said,” muttered Caitlyn, offering a swift kiss to her inner thigh, “I’m an excellent shot.”
“No fucking kidding.”
Though it seemed ironic, Vi began to feel lucky she nearly hit this woman. This kind, generous, steadfast woman who vibed so well with her and just so happened to eat pussy like a motherfucking goddess. A bear hug would be waiting for whatever deity or natural law that enabled this meeting. Although that would’ve been a tad difficult at the moment considering her body was absolute puddy on Caitlyn’s tongue. It only worsened when the senator’s daughter’s hands joined the fray, slithering beneath Vi’s shirt and taking a big ole squeeze of her tits. They were unabashedly greedy in how they kneaded her flesh, taking long, savory squeezes of a literal handful for Caitlyn.
“Harder” she exhaled, reversing the scene from minutes ago. Caitlyn seemed more than happy to oblige, now truly pawing at her breasts.
Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately depending on your POV) for her, Caitlyn’s focus shifted to favoring her clit, lips suckling the sensitive bud as her tongue danced around it. It was…it was…fuck it just WAS.
Vi had seen many a beautiful things in her life, but what greeted her as she forced her gaze down was up there with the best. Caitlyn, cheeks slightly hollowed, violet hair a growing mess as a result of her own ministrations, her bubbly behind just peeking up over her head. And of course, by whatever innate connection had brought them together, she knew to look up just at this moment.
Silver met blue and the eye contact between them only raised the pleasure exponentially. “God that’s so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot.” Despite having made an absolute meal out of her Caitlyn looked just as unsatiated as when she’d started.
The towering marksman simply offered a mephistophelian smile before diving back between those toned thighs. The growing symphony of little grunts and moans did absolutely salacious things to Vi’s arousal. Becoming more aroused hadn’t seemed possible a minute ago, yet here she was, her already soaked pussy now a damn flood zone.
“Oh shit,” went her knowing mewl as a hand departed her tit, gently raked down her abs, and arrived just below Caitlyn’s maw. A pair of digits slowly circled her entrance, Caitlyn’s tongue similarly decelerating to offer a lull before the inevitable storm.
“Remember my promise?”
All Vi could do was nod.
With a kiss to her inner thigh, Caitlyn dove forward.
“ UUUNNGHHHH”
A soft squelch accompanied Caitlyn’s fingers dipping in, two knuckles deep as her tongue continued its precision assault on her clit. The ministrations of that tongue alone had already placed Caitlyn in the upper echelon of her partners. But now with hands plus tongue…she approached rarified air.
“Harder,” she pleaded, “shit you got me so close already.”
The words drew a yearning moan from deep in Caitlyn’s chest, the rest of those two digits slamming up into her sex and drawing a guttural noise from the pit of Vi’s stomach.
“Fuck how’d you do this to me? God yes Caitlyn!”
“You gonna cum for me?”
“Yes!”
With a stinging start it all came to a crashing halt, Vi’s gaze snapping downward to find Caitlyn wearing a feline grin.
A kiss punctuated each word as the marksman revealed her endgame. “Say. The. Words.”
Vi could only cackle. She had to give it to Caitlyn, the woman knew how to make her point. Cupping that hewn chin she guided Caitlyn up, their gazes never separating.
“You. Are an excellent. Fucking. Shot.” To hammer home the sentiment she hammered her lips against Caitlyn. A session that had already seen heated lip locking found it’s blazing star, the two practically trying to swallow each other as they kissed. Though that was impossible, Caitlyn did get to swallow Vi’s moans as the submerged digits reinitiated their work.
A nip of Vi’s lips preceded Caitlyn pressing those soft lips to Vi’s ear. “Now that you fulfilled yours…I’ll fulfill mine.”
With speed that belied her yearning Caitlyn tucked herself betwixt Vi’s thighs once more, tongue working that clit as if it had never left. Vi’s futile attempts to find purchase on the wall rang out as Caitlyn made quick work of her, those stunning pink tresses fanning out against the wall as her eyes scanned the insides of their sockets.
“Oh god Caitlyn yes,” she cried, hand all but tearing out the wood as she began to peak. “Oh fuck Caitlyn. Caitlyn. CAITLYN!”
With that final cry she came undone, back arching off the walk, sex dug impossibly hard into the former stranger’s mouth and digits. The taught muscles in her legs threatened to give way, pure nerve singeing bliss the only thing keeping her upright.
All that teasing and banter. All the tension. It all reached its pinnacle in this explosive singularity. Her, standing there, cumming her brains out as Caitlyn kneeled before her. “GNNGHHHHHH!” It was hardly how she’d expected the day to go, yet if anyone tried to take this journey away from her their jaw would end up in pieces.
A journey that had her falling onto her ass as the orgasm finally subsided, Caitlyn’s stunning visage only peeling away when she fell to the floor.
“Fuck,” gasped Vi, struggling to snatch her breath, “you…that was…you’re just something different.”
Caitlyn wore a pleased grin, pulling in closer to Vi. “Could say the same to you. I can’t say I’ve enjoyed eating someone out quite as much as I did you.” Jabbing her fingers into her mouth, she sucked the sheen right off them, a shudder passing through her as she did. “Oh how selfish of me. Would you like a taste?”
Words escaped her as Vi sucked wind, instead just offering a shake of her head as she leaned forward.
Puckering her lips, Caitlyn welcomed her approach, eyes fluttering shut as Vi lazily kissed her. It was such a contrast to their entire experience that it almost felt weird kissing this way. The keyword being almost , because to Vi it was still damn enjoyable, and though a tad narcissistic she had to say Caitlyn tasted even better with her cum on her lips. So good, in fact, that her desire to reciprocate the situation with Caitlyn grew rather quickly. “Once I get my strength back…it’s my turn.”
“Looking forward to it.”
“Oh I’m pretty sure those eyes’ll be shut.”
“That better be a promise.”
There was a shared chuckle before devolving back into languid kisses. At this point, Caitlyn’s hands had long since departed Vi’s breasts and now gently coasted along the sides of her arms.
“I wanna see you naked.”
“Funny,” admitted the biker, “I was thinking the same thing.”
And so they found themselves peeling off their clothes, something that proved to be a struggle when attempting to kiss one another.
After what was probably a few minutes longer than necessary, an assortment of fabrics decorated the floor. Both were unabashed in their visual consumption of the other’s birthday suit, each feasting on the sight, the way a hippo eyed a pumpkin.
Vi’s thoughts concerning what stood before her could be succinctly summarized with one word: fuck.
Meanwhile, she herself was getting a little ego boost from the way Caitlyn’s peepers constantly kept shifting back to her arms. She wasn’t dumb, and she knew her arms were fine as hell, but the track record on people being appreciative and open about that had been spotty. So to see that Caitlyn was both entranced and very much not trying to hide it was quite pleasing.
“You want me to flex for you,” she asked half-jokingly.
“N-no,” chuckled Caitlyn, not seeming wholly certain about her answer, ”just let me…”
What happened next both shocked and pleased Vi. Or rather it was shocking how pleasing it was. Caitlyn closed the distance between them, lifted her arm up, and planted a long kiss on her bicep.
She couldn’t help but mewl at the occurrence, just so different yet so pleasing.
“God I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to objectify you I just-“
“No,” interrupted Vi, “I…I kinda really liked it.”
“Really?” Before Vi could even answer, Caitlyn was leaning in to plant two softer kisses. Still Vi couldn’t contain the little noises escaping her. Pressing a palm to her bare chest, Caitlyn offered her some unexpected praise. “I love that you’re as strong outside as you are inside.”
Oof .
Something different flew through Vi’s stomach with that one. If only Caitlyn knew what was going on in her life, and how much she’d needed to hear those words.
A soft “thank you,” was all she could manage as she leaned in to kiss the marksman. But this one wasn’t like their other ones. Where those were hot, heavy, and needy these were slow and communicative, driven by something beyond simple fiery yearning.
“What do you want,” she asked as they pulled away.
“What?”
“I…I just really wanna make you feel good right now.” She hoped her blush wasn’t showing as much as she felt it. “So what do you want me to do.”
Now it was Caitlyn’s turn to blush. “Choke me and finger me please. I wanna feel the power of your arms.”
Those words alone would’ve been enough to ramp Vi up, but the gentle desire with which Caitlyn uttered them had her running at an eleven out of five. Which is why she decided to give the woman everything she wanted and more.
Before Caitlyn could even react Vi had scooped the girl up in her arms, carrying her bridal style to the bedroom. The entire short walk over was filled with Caitlyn ogling her arms, an almost childlike giddyness accompanied by very much unchildlike lust. “This is so hot,” admitted the marksman before promptly being tossed onto the bed.
So caught up in all this was Vi that she forgot to acknowledge the very sizeable dildo which had greeted her when last here. Instead, all her focus was directed to this gorgeous woman’s two desires: being choked and being fingered.
With brutal slowness she crawled onto the bed to meet Caitlyn, kissing her way along the entirety of those seemingly never ending legs. When passing over delectable tits, she offered a couple of quick kisses to the stiffening nubs. Upon finally arriving at her destination, the option of restraint had been tossed out the window as her lips drove forward to meet Caitlyn’s. Hastily following behind was Vi’s hand, which clapped down around Caitlyn’s neck with practiced grace and strength. The biker swallowed the huff of air forced from Caitlyn as she bathed in the gently ragged sounds the senator’s daughter began to make.
Just as quickly as she had initiated she paused. “I forgot…if it’s ever too much, tap my ass three times. Got it.”
Caitlyn simply offered a nod, her eyes already buzzed from the brief choking.
“Good girl.”
The buzz in those eyes only thickened at those words, Vi more than pleased to see them garner a positive reaction. Shifting forward, her lips and hand now simultaneously arrived at their respective locations. Meanwhile, Caitlyn’s hands similarly found a new destination, gently raking down Vi’s inked back.
That left only one hand unoccupied as it rather leisurely trekked down towards Caitlyn’s sex.
“ Yes,” mewled the woman sandwiched between sheets and a brick shithouse of muscle.
The moment her fingertips brushed against very well lubricated pussy lips said sandwiched woman began bucking down to try and get them inside her. Lucky for Cait, Vi was in no mood to deny her that.
And so a strangled cry rang out as the boxer stuffed her fingers in, not holding back and giving Caitlyn the full length from the get go.
Unlike Caitlyn, Vi very much was the bull in the China shop, though even that was partially incorrect. The bull aspect rang true, but the destructiveness of the China shop was wrong. It was more so like a bull and a matador, her digits still having an ultimate target. Either way the much more forceful technique worked rather wonders if the noises Caitlyn made were anything to go by. That and the way her toes twitched back and forth.
“Don’t stop,” choked out Caitlyn, digits now little shovels along Vi’s back, “feels so good.”
Vi had no intention of doing so, partly because Caitlyn’s shaky but steady moans combining with the more lurid wet sounds emanating from her pussy we’re driving her up the fucking wall. Frankly, if Vi didn’t know any better, she would’ve guessed that Caitlyn had been built in a lab for the express purpose of alluring her.
Thankfully there was only like a 3% chance of that being the case. Which meant that she was just really really lucky. And she wasn’t gonna let that luck go to waste.
A strangled gasp rocketed from Caitlyn’s lips as Vi crooked her fingers up, the come hither motion inviting a cumming. “You take my fingers so well.”
The praise drew out a little mewl from the marksman, those ten little shovels leaving the early signs of red trail tracks along Vi’s gear adorned back. “So strong,” went Caitlyn’s gargle as her hands traced along the biker’s wide, toned back, “harder.”
“You want me to finger you harder?”
Vi earned a nod, or at least what Caitlyn could manage given the powerful paw encapsulating her neck.
“Yeah? You want me to rub your clit with my palm?“
Another nod, this time accompanied by a whine.
“Ah ah ah. What’s the magic word?”
“ Please ,” cried Caitlyn.
“There’s a good girl.” Caitlyn barely had time to process the praise and the jamming of flesh onto her clit before Vi slammed her lips down.
The woman rather audibly moaned into the kiss, and not your typical bland porno moan, but a deep guttural noise that only the most impassioned of sex could draw out. Vi wasn’t sure what had caused the sound, only knowing that she absolutely adored it and would probably flood her boy shorts if she ever heard it again.
When she pulled away, those atmospheric teal orbs caught her own, and for a moment that’s all it was. The two of them, frozen, caught in one another’s gazes.
And then something seemed to yank Vi back into a kis. She swore it was Caitlyn’s hand, but deep down she knew nothing had touched her. Not physically at least.
“Cum for me,” she achedly whispered between kisses, her fingers desperately trying to communicate the passion she felt right now, “please cum for me.”
The ten little shovels shot into her back, their bodies pressed together as Caitlyn’s own back arched off the bed, taking the sweaty sheets with it. A rolling grunt was muted by Vi’s mountainous shoulder as Caitlyn bit into the muscle.
The broad-shouldered biker just drank it all in. The heady mix of pain and pleasure coming from Caitlyn’s teeth and fingernails. The instinctive goosebumps she got from hearing the noises of pure pleasure emanate from Caitlyn. The heated rush of syrupy breath tickling the back of her neck. And perhaps most indulgently the little dribble of Caitlyn that drickled down her palm as she continued to finger the woman through her orgasm.
It wasn’t until the teeth were dislodged from her shoulder that she pulled out of Caitlyn. “Came so well for me, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn sank into the bed with a huff, eyes still half-glossed from the orgasm. “Cupcake?”
“Yeah. Because you look sweet…you are sweet…and I’m willing to bet…” Vi’s cum-soaked digits pushed between her lips, her gaze never leaving Caitlyn’s as she savored her essence, “yup. You even taste sweet.”
“ Mmm ” was all the woman could verbalize as a shudder ran through her. Vi was pulled onto her side as Caitlyn rolled onto her own, leaving the two of them once again staring through the other's windows.
“That was fun. Sorry about the bruises” said Vi, suddenly feeling rather awkward. It didn’t help that Caitlyn’s response was to nervously shift those incredible violet tresses behind her ear. “I-is someth-”
“Sorry,” interrupted Caitlyn, “I was just uhm…well…would you’d like to almost crash into me again. This Saturday perhaps?”
Vi had to hide the little smile that tugged at her lips. “Is that you’re way of asking me on a date.”
“Maybe.”
“If it is, then yeah. I’d love to almost crash into you again.”
“Good. Then it is.” Caitlyn’s hand now left her own face to brush aside a stray pink follicle.
“Should I bring the dinner this time?”
“You cook?”
“Don’t give me that look,” quipped Vi, playfully shoving Caitlyn, “I’ll have you know I make a mean pastrami sandwich.”
“So the food where you just stack other foods on top of one another?”
“I think you mean the food where I incorporate a number of individual ingredients into a fully formed meal. Hence, cooking.”
“Wasn’t I supposed to be the arrogant erudite one?”
“Oh can it,” mumbled Vi, already leaning in to peck her lips against Caitlyn’s. Or at least that had been the plan, yet somehow they again found themselves locking lips for a period of time that definitely extended beyond a “peck.”
“God,” went Vi’s gasp, the pink top marveling at how much she enjoyed that sensation. “I’m definitely fucking you next time. Bringing the strap and everything.”
A little twinkle shone in Caitlyn’s sky blue eyes at that. All of a sudden, them being side-to-side became Vi on top of Caitlyn, the taller of the two wrapping her arms around the biker’s waist. “And how would you fuck me?”
“Depends, how do you like it?” Leaning into one ear, thumb tracing the early signs of her hand on Caitlyn’s neck, Vi whispered her first offering. “You want it on your back so you can look up at me?” She switched ears for the next. “Or maybe on all fours?” The last offer was placed with her lips millimeters from Caitlyn’s. “Or you want me to lay you on your stomach?”
A giddy purr now accompanied those twinkling eyes. “The last one.”
“Yeah? You like it gentle or rough?”
Caitlyn’s digits now accompanied Vi’s on her neck. “What do you think after today?”
“Mmmm…” purred the biker, cut lips beginning to lazily work down Caitlyn’s throat once more. “I think you want me to fuck you into the bed until you can’t walk the next day.”
A hand raked down Vi’s sweaty abs in ascent. “That’s a big promise.”
“I’m a big girl.”
“Yeah you are.” Hand snaking around Vi’s back, Caitlyn drew her back up until she was once again fully atop her with their lips sealed together. “Do you have one more round in you?”
“If I ever tell you no to that…please slap me.”
That earned a little giggle as Caitlyn’s hand cupped her toned ass. “Well since I gave you, and you gave me, how about we both give each other?”
“Mmmm…I like that idea, cupcake.”
“Please tell me that nickname is not here to stay.”
“The depends.”
“On what?”
“Who cums first.”
A grin spread along Caitlyn’s visage. “I’ll take that action.”