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Her friends have deemed her a sourpuss. Bella doesn’t disagree, being in a foul mood lately due to her recent breakup with the butch bassist from one of the local metal bands. Stella in particular has taken it into her own hands to get her out on the field again, and now she sits on a ratty couch in some random basement at a party with a lot of noisy, sweaty people.
Music thrums through her bones, rattling every vertebrae of her spine. Metal is not her wheelhouse, but she’s no stranger to a party with thumping beats. “How is this supposed to get me laid? I can’t hear shit,” Bella shouts over the shrill guitars. Stella cackles and says something she doesn’t quite catch. Leaning in closer, Stella’s warm beer breath wafts in her ear, this time loud enough for her to hear.
“Go listen to the music. Worry about the rest later,” Stella says. She’s given similar advice in the past, and Bella acknowledges that things usually work in her favor when she goes with the flow. Bella huffs, the noise lost to the music.
“You know where to find me,” Bella says.
Leaving Stella to her own devices, she weaves and wriggles through a rowdy crowd. Staying on the fringes of the mosh pit saves her from getting punched or kicked by accident. She’s tiny enough that being punted is a worry. Pretending like she’s rejoining some friends at the front of the crowd, people allow her to squeeze up to the makeshift stage. Bella flinches, being too close to the speakers without ear protection, but she’s fought hard for this view.
Sathanas, the view is lovely. The dark-haired beauty covered in blood-smeared corpse paint catches her eye immediately. Looking away is not an option. The singer snarls and paces the makeshift stage like they might leap off and take out an audience member. Bloodshed will not surprise Bella, not with that kind of gleam in their eye. She can barely decode the growls, but she’s not exactly listening to the music. Her heart pitter patters with the drums and tremolo of the guitars. While the light is dim at best, she follows the creature who prowls dangerously past her, admiring their long legs and uneasy, jerking gait.
Then, unmistakably, they look directly at her and smirk, continuing to sing to the crowd. Nervously, she tucks her loose hair over her ear and nods her head politely to the music. She cannot ignore the green eyes that cut through the noise. The set goes on forever now that she’s in their sights, yet she’s not displeased with the attention. Growing bold, she blows them a kiss and grins when they stumble over their words. It’s probably her imagination, but from this close she believes that they blush underneath the white paint.
And just like that, the set is over too soon and she doesn’t remember any of the songs. How anyone can remember anything other than those piercing green eyes is beyond her. The crowd is too crushing and dense to get near the singer, so Bella bows out and goes to find Stella. She’s moved to a different couch and chats with one of the opening band’s members. The drummer, she thinks. Bella doesn’t remember after the captivating performance she’s witnessed. Judging by her body language, Stella’s casually chatting and not flirting, but it might go in that direction.
Stella notices her presence and grins. “Did ya have fun?”
“Not my kind of music, but the singer had great stage presence,” Bella says. “Which band was playing? Just curious.”
“That’s Repugnant. Their singer is Mary Goore,” Stella says.
The drummer, taking the hint, says to Stella, “I’ll get some drinks.” They grimace at the crowd; refreshments are on the other side of the crowded room. Turning to Bella, they gesture to the stage where Mary was just performing. “Careful with that one. They will eat a femme like you alive.”
Bella laughs. “I know what I’m doing, don’t worry.” With a mock salute of respect, Stella’s new friend vanishes into the crowd. “They seem nice,” she comments.
“We’ll see how the night goes,” Stella says. A mischievous glint in her eyes suggests that she’s set her sights on them.
Bella wipes some sweat from her brow and deflates a little from the heat, joining her on the couch. “Wish I could say the same. There’s not a lot of butches around.”
Stella huffs a little bit, or maybe she’s laughing. “There’s at least one here. I can introduce you to Mary.”
“Everyone swarmed them before I could get close,” Bella says. “But I’d like to meet them.”
“I’m free now,” a raspy voice beside her says.
Bella jumps at the voice and stares for longer than she should. “O-oh, hi.” She trips over her words, making up for her stunned silence. “I liked your set.”
“Mary, this is my friend Arabella. I think you might like to chat with her,” Stella says unsubtly.
“I think I would,” Mary says, stepping nearer in interest.
Out of the corner of her eye, Bella catches Stella slipping off to join the drummer in the refreshments line. Thank you, Stella.
Mary gestures back at the stage Repugnant performed minutes earlier. “I noticed someone watching me while I was singing. But she left before I could talk with her.”
“That’s a shame. She wanted to talk with you, too.” Bella pouts, then brightens considerably. “I’m here now, though.” Nodding towards the door to the outside, she indicates for Mary to follow. Somehow she knows they’ll follow and doesn’t look back.
The cool air immediately hits their faces as they step into the quiet side alley, away from the crowd and noise. Winter is fast approaching, but for now it’s still comfortable to stand outside and not freeze. “How do you know the host?” Bella asks, leaning against the brick wall.
“They’re a friend of a friend. We were asked to play for this house party and the rest is history.” Mary mirrors Bella’s pose, standing close enough to caress her face, which may be what they intend. “Do you know them?”
“Nah, Stella knows someone vaguely in their circle and they brought us along.” Bella’s content to make small talk, for now. She can play the long game.
Their lopsided smile dimples their cheek. “I’ll have to thank them. Glad I caught up with you after you vanished into the crowd.”
Bella grins, as if she has a private joke with herself. “You know, if you’re up front, of course you’ll be watching the performers. How did you know that I would want to talk with you?” Fuck, they’re even more handsome up close.
“Doll, I recognize when someone wants to eat me alive.” They lift her chin gently with a finger and breathe, “Sathanas, you still do.”
“What can I say, I have a thing for a butch who can play an instrument.”
“Then I suppose I should thank a certain femme for being such an attentive audience,” Mary says.
No, she definitely didn’t misread that stare they gave her earlier onstage. Curious to see where it leads, Bella presses into their space and claims their lips as her own. As if getting a shock from a door handle, Mary jolts in response, pulling her close to their body, possessive and wanting. “You’re an adorable little thing, you know that? Caught my eye while you watched me sing.”
Bella grinds her hips in want against Mary and bumps her inner thigh into a prominent heat in their pants. If she growls needily, she will deny it. Mary seems to find her possessiveness endearing, allowing her to control their hungry exchange. “So what’s your deal, babe?”
“Huh?” Mary pins Bella to the wall, kissing her neck while they grope her breast with lustful precision. “Whatcha mean by that, darling?”
Moaning at the scrape of teeth over her pulse point, she gives them more access to the tender flesh. “You’re an enigma. And you know how it is with us dykes…”
Mary purrs in amusement, nipping at Bella’s neck. “Go ahead, don't be afraid to ask.”
“What can I call you?”
It clicks in Mary’s head. “I'm fine with anything as long as you're respectful about it.” Mary shrugs. “I like he and they, whatever, really.” Their finger traces her jawline. “What about you?”
She melts into his warm chest, molding their bodies together. The height difference is awkward but she loops her arms around his neck. “Just the usual she and her for me,” she says. “Nothing special.”
Mary rumbles, holding her close in his arms. “What makes you happiest is special, though.” Mary adds, “and I want to make you very happy.”
“Really? How so?” Bella says, smiling, although her heart beats harder than the drums from earlier.
“I can think of a few things, if you’ll indulge me.”
“Go on…”
Mary laughs softly and nibbles her ear. “We could go upstairs to the bathroom and lock everybody out, or I could bend you over in this alley. Your choice.”
Bella glances back at the house they had just exited. “I don’t think we’ll make it to the bathroom without causing a scene.” If it all goes well, maybe my place could be useful. She doesn’t suggest this aloud yet.
Mary’s hand sweeps down to the top of her thigh, getting close to underneath her skirt. ”You know what, I think you’re right.” Their veiny hand which grips her soft flesh snakes to her inner thigh and coaxes her to spread her legs wider. “I’m surprised I got to scoop you up before anyone else. Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be alone.” A slightly cool nose presses to her neck and they inhale the scent of her sweet vanilla perfume she likes to wear.
“The same could be said for you,” Bella says. Mary’s roaming hand tugs down her panties and cups into her thatch of curls, seeking the wetness collecting between her legs. Searching fingers find her throbbing heat and rub a tight circle over her aching clit, something she hasn’t had in awhile. Breaking her dry spell is a breath of fresh air, which hitches at the contact.
Mary’s finger catches at her entrance and with an affirmative nod from Bella, slides home, burying knuckle deep. They lazily massage her clit, warming the sensitive flesh to his contact, not rushing her to a steadily building conclusion, not yet. “More. I need you to fuck me with those pretty hands,” she whines softly. Sparks ignite in her lower belly when Mary curls another slender finger inside of her, hitting the ridge of sensitive nerves just right.
Soon, she’s shaking in his arms, bucking her hips aggressively into his hand for the right touch to send her over. Long fingers plunge, fast and slick, inside of her cunt at a mind-numbing rhythm. She’s seen how he plays his guitar onstage, and realizes she’s simply an extension of that skill. Mary’s thumb flicks urgently over her clit and she silences her ecstatic scream into his old leather coat.
“Just let go, I’ve got you, doll.”
Her world blurs and her legs clamp hard around his hand, riding the fingers, pretending they’re something larger. The friction to her clit turns the heat in her belly to liquid ecstasy and she squeaks when she gushes all over his hand.
Before she can be mortified, Mary soothes her startled embarrassment. They lick their fingers, closing their eyes and clearly enjoying her taste. “Love when a girl does that,” Mary says. “You’re going to feel amazing around my cock.”
Hardly recovered from Mary’s talented fingers, her own fumble with his belt and zipper, hands shaking in exhilaration. Mary bails her out and assists her, resting his hand briefly on her hand. “Allow me, princess.”
Her mouth waters when the belt buckle clinks open and Mary unzips his jeans. She can’t really see much of him in the dim alley light, but she’ll know what she’s working with soon enough. “Turn around.” Bella doesn’t have any argument with that and turns around, hands bracing the brick wall, glancing over her shoulder. She’s grateful she’s worn a skirt tonight, which Mary flips up to rest on her lower back. Her panties are yanked down to her knees.
Mary growls and spreads her legs apart, exposing her to the cool night air. They step between her legs and smack the broad head of their cock against her entrance. She mewls, loud enough to not be mistaken for an alley cat, and Mary clamps a hand over her mouth. “Better stay quiet, don’t want to ruin our fun.”
Bella moans quietly in assent, pressing her hips back towards him, and restrains a cry when Mary slowly sinks in, stretching her to the brim. “Good girl, don’t want to get caught now,” Mary says, pressing a kiss to her neck. She shudders at how firmly they grip her hips and fit inside of her, filling her more until she can barely take it. Bracing the wall is the only reason she hasn’t buckled.
“S-so big,” Bella pants, “there’s no way you’ll fit.”
“You can take it,” Mary says soothingly. “I’ll make it happen.” Mary pushes impossibly deeper, holding her steady while she squirms, and eventually stills their hips. Waiting a moment, Mary runs their hand down her spine. “Everything good?”
With a trembling breath, Bella shivers excitedly, eager to be claimed by a handsome butch. “Y-yeah.” She glances over her shoulder. “Ya gonna move, babe?” Her breath is stolen when Mary pulls back and then thrusts forward with more force than she expects. Bella takes the rough thrusts in stride, stirring her to greater heights. Already sensitive from the former handling, her clit sparks in pleasure at every drive of Mary’s pelvis into the aroused bud.
“See, I told you it would fit,” Mary pants into her ear. “A sweet slut like you can handle it.”
“H-harder,” she says. She can handle them. Mary laughs darkly and speeds up, punching the breath from her lungs, much to her exhilaration.
Her arms shake from the weight behind Mary’s rocking hips, and she tries not to collide into the wall with how fast they slam into her cunt. She moans in relief when Mary tugs at her hair, moving her face further away from the wall. The firm pull at her roots makes her toes curl. Arching her back, she meets Mary’s pounding head-on, restraining a scream. He finds all of her sensitive spots without even trying, the curve of his cock rubbing a delicious friction deep in her belly, at least that’s how it feels.
Mary’s hand slithers down to her clit, continuing to pluck her strings until she’s trembling again in his arms. When she cries out, Mary nips her ear and whispers, “you won’t get to cum if you’re caught, don’t you want to get off?”
Bella whimpers and shakes her head, which is good enough for Mary. The thick, warm sensation of an oncoming climax oozes through her being even as she struggles to remain silent.
A few rough slaps of flesh meeting flesh make her eyes flutter skyward. Her cunt tightens as his cock tries to push further inside, and she attempts a smirk when his hips stutter. “Gonna cum, hun?”
“Aw, you want to get rid of me? I can keep going for a long time.” Mary presses harder on her exposed clit, increasing the pressure with each insistent rub.
Bella squeaks out a retort, “n-no, I think we can have more time to explore at my place if we both cum and don’t get busted.”
“Oh, something’s gonna bust,” Mary murmurs suggestively in her ear. They keep up the rolling pace, driving her mad.
“Shut up.” She stifles back a giggle. Their breath tickles her ear. She's not immune to a silly butch.
“Not a chance, baby,” Mary says. Curling one hand around her waist for leverage, Mary digs his heels into the ground and slams hard inside of her slick cunt. Bella moans in surprise and scrabbles at the wall for purchase, but finds it useless with the force behind Mary’s movements.
A force; that’s the perfect way to describe Mary.
Bella can’t retort with how shaken up Mary’s made her, and she’s already anticipating more this evening. She’ll have to thank Stella later for dragging her out of the sad, lonely apartment. This time she’ll be headed back with something to show for herself.
“Babydoll, I’m gonna cum—“ Mary hisses. They make no motion to slow down or pull out and Bella doesn’t care at this point.
“Do it,” Bella challenges. She drools at the idea of being marked by this incredibly hot butch, as should be the way.
“I’m close,” Mary says, their voice wavering. Their pace becomes unhinged, wiping any coherent thoughts out of Bella’s mind. She’s in a vice grip and can’t think of a better position to be in if she tries. Another persistent slam from behind, and Mary locks up, emptying inside of her, with nothing spilling out. At least until Mary pulls out, fingers still pulsing over her clit.
Mary clamps his hand around her mouth as Bella comes with a shudder between her thighs, their cum trickling down her legs. She whimpers, sound leaking out through his fingers. “Shh, there’s a pretty girl.” They hold her until she can stand without wobbling, kissing the nape of her neck and murmuring surprisingly sweet words against her skin.
“I think we should get out of here,” Bella says breathlessly. “Before someone comes out here for a smoke.”
“Not a bad idea,” Mary laughs. “Won’t they get a surprise?”
They scamper out of the alleyway after making themselves decent. Bella straightens out Mary’s jacket and buckles his belt, and he smoothes down her skirt after she divests herself of her cum-soaked panties, to Mary’s growl of approval. “My house isn’t too far away,” Bella says, breaking from a kiss where Mary has pressed her against the brick wall.
“Is that an invitation, darling?”
“Yeah, if we can behave ourselves and not fuck in the nearby park,” Bella says. She leads him down the street, tucked safely against his side, and past the aforementioned park. “Delayed gratification and all.”
“Ever fucked anyone in the park before?” Mary asks.
Normally, she will not kiss and tell, but they ask her outright. “Yep, out by the lake.” She practically burrows underneath his jacket, wreathed in the scent of leather and old cigarette smoke. “But it’s getting too cold out to fuck outdoors.”
“Things to consider,” Mary hums contemplatively.
For later? Bella doesn’t ask aloud. The notion excites her nonetheless.
Bella can barely open up the door to her apartment without Mary wrapping her in their arms and kissing any inch of bare skin they can reach. She giggles while fumbling with her keys and the door. It doesn’t take long before they’re indoors and she’s slammed up against the wall, exactly the way she’s imagined it all evening.
“Bedroom’s that way,” Bella directs between heated kisses. “Down the hall, to the left.” Mary obediently scoops her into their arms and pads quickly to her bed. Normally, she would be worried about her room being untidy, but thankfully she has cleaned up in recent history. Mary tosses her lightly on the bed and climbs in after her, caging her in with their wiry arms.
The predatory gleam of anticipation in those green eyes is exactly why she decided to bring Mary home. “Gonna eat me alive, baby?” Bella whispers in awe. She smoothes the rumpled hair out of their eyes and gives them an admiring kiss to their brow.
“Depends on what kind of eating you mean,” Mary says.
“You’re a death metal singer, use some imagination. Split me open and munch on me,” Bella jokes.
“Would you mind if I left the splitting open for later and skipped to the munching for now?” Mary asks. They slide a hand underneath Bella’s skirt, their fingers teasingly dancing through her slick folds. Bringing them to their mouth for a taste, Mary closes their eyes in satisfaction. “You still taste like me, too.”
“Eat me all you like,” Bella says. She relaxes slightly the way she usually does around butches as a femme. Around them, she knows they’ll take care of her desires. Part of her itches to take care of this beautiful creature in her bed, although it’s unlikely she’ll be able to return the favor until Mary’s done wringing every last drop of pleasure out of her body.
Bella attempts to assist Mary with stripping her clothes off; they growl in disapproval and kiss possessively between her breasts. “Allow me,” Mary says. They have very little problem unhooking her bra and removing her shirt, leaving her bare to the waist. Not long after, she’s nude entirely, and Mary still holds the upper hand by remaining fully clothed.
She takes advantage by yanking them forward by their tank top and dragging them in for an aggressive kiss, growling her need. Tugging insistently, Mary catches the hint and allows her to pull off their shirt. Bella makes a move for their belt next, and Mary laughs lightly. “Lemme help you out.” Their jeans slither off their skinny hips. Before Bella can take in the heat resting against her thigh, Mary moves in between them.
Their tongue delves deep and hot through her folds. She gasps at the contact. The sudden heat of their mouth makes her hips twitch towards their face. Mary grabs her upper thighs and draws her as close to their greedy mouth as they can get. Once again, Bella thanks Sathanas for breaking her dry spell while she flutters between reality and the warmth that Mary brings. Her legs curl tightly around his head, keeping him anchored to her heat.
Mary has no problem finding the perfect angle to make her writhe under his attention. Tracing over her clit with their tongue and building her up to a shivering bliss, Bella moans, unfilled and needy. Mary reads her mind, and his fingers slide into her cunt, pistoning at a steady pace. He sucks her clit into his mouth, latching on with such intensity that Bella wails. “Yes, yes! Fuck, Mary!”
Easily roused due to lack of touch from the past few weeks, it doesn’t take much to get her worked up. Encouraged by her reaction, Mary suckles on her clit to the point she bucks so violently, they have to pin her lower stomach to keep her from squirming away. Her whole body trembles as she’s on the precipice of something great, and with a swipe of his tongue, Bella plummets in bliss.
“You want more, don’t ya, doll.” Mary growls. Their face shines with her arousal as he continues to work her over. Bella nods dreamily in affirmation, eager for Mary to take her apart. Shakily, her hands comb through his hair in guidance, although not much input is needed. Mary eats her out like they’ve been doing this for years with her.
Burying their face as close as they can get to Bella, they eagerly lap up her slick, their content noises growing lewder and louder. “A-ah, right there, f-fuck,” Bella stammers. Her eyes flutter closed and she drifts, heat coiling in her belly, threatening to snap like a taut thread. The first climax is only the beginning, she realizes hazily as it builds, higher than she’s ever reached before.
Easing up on the suckling, Mary traces shapes over her clit with increasing frequency, and Bella loses count of how many times their tongue flicks across the oversensitive bud. Their curling fingers make an aggressive return, and she melts entirely into their touch, trusting them to mold her any way they see fit. Mary holds the key to her pleasure and they’ve proven they know how to unlock it.
Murmuring as he takes a breath, Mary says, “good girl, I want to see you come for me, will you do that, princess?” Bella writhes on the mattress, her legs resting on Mary’s shoulders. He worships her, devoted entirely to making her come, a first in her experience. She tightens and arches into his touch, her breath drawing in little hitches. Her eyes lock with Mary’s green gaze, and the way that they look at her, truly seeing her, is more than enough to push her over the edge.
“Oh, oh fuck,” she moans. Bella’s hips twitch and tense, finally losing control. She gushes her release onto Mary’s face, saturating them and the bedsheets beneath them. Fuck. Should have put down a towel. Mary is unperturbed, cleaning her up reverently with their tongue; long, slow licks soothing Bella while she comes down from her high.
“Well shit, you know how to treat a girl right, Mary Goore.” Bella props her head among the pillows, watching Mary work between her shaky legs.
Mary lifts their head and swipes at their mouth, catching the last remnants of her taste. “I told ya before, a cutie like you deserves the best.”
“You want to spoil me?”
“Do I want to spoil you?” Mary shakes his head in amusement. “Isn’t that the whole point of it all?”
“If you insist,” Bella laughs.
“Oh, I do insist,” Mary purrs. Slinking up her torso, Mary hovers over top of Bella, gazing down at her before diving down into a deep kiss. Bella is immediately swept up in the kiss, cupping his face and nipping at his lower lip, claiming him with equal passion. “You’re someone I’m going to love hearing cry out my name.”
“Ooh, cocky. You’ll have to show me firsthand.”
Her goading works, and Mary playfully pins her hands over her head and kisses her on the forehead. The sudden initiative makes her breath hitch. “You’ll see soon enough, princess.” Mary rocks back on their heels and Bella watches as they take in the whole scene: her haphazardly spread legs, the glistening slick of arousal, and the dark blonde curls framing her wanting heat. They wait a beat too long and Bella asks them what they’re waiting on.
“Where do I even start with someone so gorgeous?” Mary asks. Bella doesn’t have an answer for him, but she’s pleased that he’s crawled on top of her again. The heat she felt earlier radiates near her throbbing cunt, and she whines her encouragement to join with her.
“You could stop teasing and fuck me,” Bella says coyly. Her tone would seem way more authoritative had Mary not softened up said authority.
“That’s cute, thinking you can tell me what to do,” Mary says. They give her a gentle nip on the nose. Bella blows air at their fringe in retaliation.
“I don’t have to order you to do anything,” Bella says. Casually, she wraps her legs around Mary’s waist, resting her feet on the swell of their ass. “But you’ll be stuck with me either way.”
“Interesting, you’ll be stuck here with me, too,” Mary says with a feral grin. Their pelvis grinds over hers in a desperate rutting dance.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Bella says. “You’re guaranteed to get laid if you stick around.” Looping her arms around their neck, she silences them before they can make another retort. Nipping at their lower lip again, she kisses them with possessive force, asserting her control. Not for long, however; Mary surges forward and grinds over her clit, making her yelp from the sensitivity. Bella’s hips buck as he pins her down. Nearly purring with delight and marking up the column of her neck, it’s his turn to claim her in this back and forth they play.
The ridge of Mary’s cock catches at her entrance during their game of dominance, and their eyes lock with the others’. “I need you in me, now,” Bella says, some need creeping into her tone. Mary’s equally worked up, or else they would make fun of her for the desperation she’s exposing. That’s been her experience when she’s shown vulnerability, so why would Mary be any different?
Mary caresses her jaw, then nuzzles into her neck as he slides inside with a contented groan. Bella gasps with every inch that fits within her, and she rocks her hips, inviting Mary into her heat. She clings to them, moaning softly into the crook of their shoulder, feeling comfortable to melt in their arms. “Yes, right there,” Bella breathes, shifting her hips to meet Mary’s gentle rolling thrusts. “God, you’re big, it feels incredible,” Bella finds herself whining. This is rather tame for her usual hookup, and yet she finds this arrangement to be more satisfying.
Stretched by Mary’s cock, she’s a pulse of sensation, her cunt beginning to flutter rapidly with their undulating form. “You feel so good, babydoll,” Mary groans. “Look at me. Show me those pretty brown eyes.” They cup her face gently and kiss her, their lips warm and providing another point of contact between the two of them. Entranced by Mary’s green eyes, she can’t look away, even if she tries.
Mary’s breathing grows harsher and desperate, their pounding rhythm beginning to stiffen like when they came in the alleyway. Bella’s getting close, but she’s unsure if she can finish alongside Mary. Breathing softly into her ear, Mary asks, “getting close, sweetheart?”
“N-not quite,” Bella says honestly. Her fingers slide over her clit but she’s not having an easy time getting a hold of a budding climax.
Mary gives her a look of understanding. “Turn over, babe,” Mary says.
Bella situates herself on all fours and looks behind her at Mary, whose eyes are nearly black with lust. “You want something?” Bella asks, wiggling her hips at them.
Mary approaches her from behind and trails their fingers along her side. “Yes, I do.” Then, they pounce at her before she can even react.
Now this is what she expects when she brings someone home: her face pinned to the mattress, her hips arched high, taking the brutal thrusts as they come. “You’re so hot when I fuck you from behind,” Mary pants. Any peak she had trouble climbing before is enhanced with this new angle and she crashes over again, spilling slick all over Mary’s cock and her glistening thighs.
“I-I need you to cum in me,” Bella says. Her begging spurs Mary into a frenzy, gripping her waist tight enough to bruise her tanned skin. “Mark me, I’m your cumslut.” Spreading her legs wider, she gives Mary the space to press as close to her as possible.
“You want me to fill your tight little cunt, breed you like you’re my favorite whore?” Mary growls, their breath sending shivers up Bella’s bare spine. Mary’s thighs smack against the backs of her legs in a ravaging staccato.
“I am your favorite whore,” Bella insists. “Only I can get you off.” A bold claim from someone who is not completely with it and cock drunk. A damp puddle of drool pools near her face as Mary turns her head to incoherent mush. She gurgles something to the extent of, “take me, babe, mark my pussy.”
Mary hunches over her, bringing her hips close and tucked to their lower belly. Panting harshly, they fall into rhythm with her mewls and the headboard rocking against the wall. This new angle is harder to hold, and without Mary keeping her in place, she will slide down further onto her stomach. Nonetheless, she keeps her back arched, her limbs trembling from the onrush of another wave of pleasure threatening to sweep her away.
“Darlin’, I’m—“
“Come in me, I need you!” Maybe a little too honest for the moment, but Bella doesn’t care. She’ll say anything to get filled with a butch’s cum at this point and she’s not afraid to admit her hedonistic craving.
“Take it, baby,” Mary pants. Gripping her waist, their fingerprints leaving indents in her soft flesh, Mary grunts and rides out their stiffening thrusts to the very end. This is exactly the kind of possession she’s needed: to be taken roughly, deconstructed, filled. Cum leaks out between Bella’s legs, lazily running rivulets down her thighs. She feels around her nightstand for a handful of tissues and wipes up most of the mess before it can stain her comforter.
They collapse together, and Mary catches Bella in their arms, slumping amongst the sheets. Content to rest next to each other for awhile, Bella cuddles close, indulging in Mary’s solid form. The pair doze in each others’ arms, enjoying the silence of the afterglow. With Mary, it’s not awkward like with people she’s been with in the past. She decides not to ponder this too much.
“I was wondering if there’s something else you might like to try,” Bella says. Her fingers circle over their chest, sparse of hair and slick with sweat.
Mary tilts their head curiously. “Okay, shoot.”
“I have a strap that’s got your name on it, if you’re up for it,” Bella teases.
Mary turns his gaze to her and gives an ecstatic grin. “Well, well, I didn’t expect that from you, little Bella.”
“But are you down?” she asks.
“A cute femme folding me in half would fix me, I think,” Mary says.
“Say no more.” Bella pushes off the mattress and pulls out her strap, equipped with a cum tube, and harness from the box near her nightstand. Rummaging through the box, she finds a toy-safe lube. She senses eyes on her while she situates herself into the harness. “See something you like, sweetheart?” She takes her cock in hand and strokes the impressive length.
Mary’s throat bobs as he swallows in anticipation. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
“Come taste it, baby,” Bella says. “You’ve got those pretty lips that would look great wrapped around my cock.” Mary whines without even realizing it, surprising them both. Bella giggles. “Someone’s eager. Come here,” she repeats.
Mary crawls to the edge of the bed, sitting and watching her expectantly. Bella smiles and rubs the tip across Mary’s lips. “You want it, sweetheart?” A lick turns into enclosing his lips over the tip of her cock. They suckle contentedly and moan softly when Bella rocks her hips, pushing into their mouth. Mary lunges forward and swallows down as much as they can. “You’re so needy, you’ve wanted this for awhile, haven’t you?”
Instead of verbally responding, Mary sinks all the way down to the base of her cock, their nose kissing her lower belly. “Damn, baby, I’ve never seen someone so hungry for cock,” Bella coos. She gives them their head, allowing them to set the pace. Their paint and eyeliner are streaking down their face in black rivulets, making it hard not to thrust balls-deep into their plush mouth. She holds firm, merely stroking the side of their face in encouragement.
Their suckling grows increasingly sloppy, to the point Bella can’t take it anymore; her clit throbs with an overwhelming, aching need. “Want me to fuck your face, beautiful?” Bella asks. Mary’s soft, dewy green eyes and sweet whine in lieu of answer send a powerful surge of dominance through her frame. The debauched sight of streaky eyeliner and swollen lips is as much of an answer as is a reason for her to take full control. Hers to claim, hers to ravage.
She’s never had a partner seamlessly read her mind, even before she’s fully formed her thoughts before. Mary practically chokes her down as soon as she asks to fuck their face. Sathanas, she can’t get enough of those green eyes welling up with crystalline tears, or the desperate, reverent way their lips wrap around their cock, all to please something she can’t actually feel.
The power she gets from bringing this cocky critter to their knees is more than enough to make up for lack of sensation. Her hands hook their jaw and she shoves deep, every ruthless drive of her hips going all the way to her silicone balls. Mary is a smear of spit and tears, slobbering up and down the shaft. “I want to come down your throat, make you taste who you belong to,” she growls. She readies the cum tube and prepares to squeeze the lube down Mary’s throat, if they so choose.
They perk up at her words, bobbing their head faster, bracing her thighs for support. Bella takes their enthusiasm as permission to paint their throat with her cum. Flooding her release down their throat, Mary coughs and swallows their way to fully satisfying their femme. Obediently, they don’t pull off until she’s finished, to Bella’s delight. “So good for me,” Bella says, marveling at the mess she’s made. Her mess for the evening.
She smears the cum across their lips with her thumb. Bella gently kisses them on the head and climbs back into bed. “You want to come over here and ride my cock?” Her strap arcs towards her belly button in a tempting, lewd display. She slicks it with lube, inviting Mary to take the bait and mount the girthy cock. “All for you, if you want it, handsome.”
“Can’t resist that offer,” Mary says. “I’d be a fool if I refused.”
Bella hands them the lube and they quickly prepare themselves before straddling her hips. With practiced hands, they guide her in, their facial expression morphing from determined to blissful. They raise themselves up with straining thighs, almost letting the tip of her cock pop out, and slams back down with an enthusiastic snarl.
“Aren’t you the overachiever,” Bella says. She takes in the sight of them lustfully, admiring their rib cage heaving with effort as they begin to ride. Mary won’t admit it, but Bella recognizes the struggle of taking a cock bigger than they can handle. Lean thighs tense from the strain of keeping a rolling pace; their hard cock hits his belly with the bounce of his hips.
Bella nudges the tip of her cock against the spot intended to make them see stars. Mary grunts and their eyelids flutter as they try to ride through their building, imminent release. They whimper while sinking further down on her cock, trembling until Bella grips his hips to steady them. A light sheen of sweat glistens on Mary’s chest. Guiding them down her cock, she relishes in their sharp whine in an attempt to fit her inside.
“You can take it, baby,” Bella says. Her words echo those similar to Mary’s in the alleyway. She lifts her hips and slides in and out with long thrusts in time with Mary’s keening whines. “Want me to stroke your cock? You’re doing so well.”
“F-fuck, you can’t just ask those things while I’m bouncing on it,” Mary quips shakily, their moans betraying their true feelings. “But if you insist.”
Bella’s still lube slick hand eagerly encloses around their cock. “This is even better than I imagined,” she says in awe. Mary’s cock twitches in her hand while she works them from base to tip, smearing precum everywhere. The slap of Mary’s lean ass against her thighs spurs her to move her pelvis faster underneath them; she actively participates in their inevitable ruin.
“H-how did you imagine it?” Mary braces their hands on her chest to keep balance, and palms her breasts reverently, to which Bella rewards them with a moan of her own. Her keen eyes notice a slight stutter and start when she seeks out the spot that makes them shiver again. All the while, she runs her fingers over the pulsing throb of Mary in her hand.
“Oh, just a sweaty butch panting and writhing on my cock, the usual.” She grins. “I didn’t think you’d whimper so prettily though.” Her words are punctuated by a sharp snap of her hips and a generous stroke to their leaking cock. Their accompanying howl is music to her ears.
Mary blows their breath out, grinding down on Bella’s cock to recover from her surprise attack. “Damn, when I came home with you, I didn’t expect you would be evil.”
“Your first mistake,” Bella says, squeezing their cock, and another whimper out of Mary, “is thinking that I’m nice because you thought I was cute.”
Their eyes are wide in awe and with a new respect gleaming within them. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises.”
Bella smirks at him. “Now that we’re on the same page…” She grabs their hip with one hand and drives deep, pressing into every nerve that makes them writhe in her lap. “Do you want my cum, babe?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” Mary says. They buck uncontrollably, nearly pulverizing her pelvis, but it’s worth the sounds they’re making from being speared on top of her. Bella sits up and drags them close to her for an aggressive kiss. Mary suckles on her lower lip and whimpers. Raising their hips and taking her to the base, they muffle a moan into her mouth. Simultaneously grinding and rutting into her hand, he loops his arms around her shoulders, reaching for any inch of skin he can touch.
“C-close,” Mary whines, mumbling into her lips.
“Are you now,” she muses. Bella presses a gentle kiss to their neck, breathing in the warm scent of damp hair and the expanse of slick skin yet to be marked. She doesn’t resist the temptation and suckles a dark bruise on the column of their neck, near their rapidly beating pulse.
Mary whimpers and nods, too overwhelmed to speak, experiencing the torture of Bella’s dual assault. When they rock forward, her hand is there to eke out every ounce of pleasure imaginable to their wrecked mind. “Let me take care of you, honey,” Bella says.
Reduced to shaking and streaky tears and paint, Mary rides frantically, chasing a high that Bella is kind enough to provide. Bella bounces him in her lap; she’s doing more of the work than Mary at this point, but it’s satisfying to see her handiwork: a mindless, fucked out Mary clinging to her while she strokes and pounds them through a full-bodied expression of letting go.
Bella times it so she squeezes the cum tube as they shudder out their release into her hand. She fills them with the rest of the lube, coaxing and encouraging them through their climax. Their cum leaks on her lower belly when they sag into her embrace; they’re both sweaty and sticky, yet fully relaxed in each other’s arms.
They don’t disentangle until the early hours of the morning. Falling asleep with someone is something she has missed. She blearily wakes up to the sight of a dark head of hair barely peeking out from under the covers. Mary. Mary Goore, that’s it. Bella is no stranger to forgetting her hookups’ names the next morning, but this one seems way different.
Bella, compelled, scoots over across the mattress to cuddle the sleeping form beside her. Usually once she’s done with her partner for the night, or often early morning, she doesn’t want to share much affection. However, Mary is warm and Bella is weak for preserving heat, as she’s always cold. At least that’s what she’s telling herself.
Mary makes a sound in their sleep that is best described as a “cat activation noise.”
“Mrrp?”
Fuck, that’s adorable.
“Hey, darling, just checking that you’re still alive.”
There’s a pause and then Mary rolls over to face her, inches away from a kiss. “Are you kicking me out?”
With anyone else, more than likely. A yes is not what immediately comes out of her mouth.
“No. I don’t usually do this, but…” Bella fiddles with a strand of her hair. “I’d like to see you again.” The chase is fun, but sometimes getting straight to the point helps prolong it.
Mary’s mouth parts into an “o” of surprise. He cuddles her to their chest, to Bella’s contentment. “I sure hope I will see you again. You look like you need someone to show you the wild world out there.” Mary pets Bella’s soft blonde hair, stroking it in such a soothing way that Bella’s eyes begin to close.
“I could use a partner in crime,” Bella murmurs in agreement.
Mary doesn’t leave her apartment for days.