“Take off the top of your jumpsuit. And your bra,” she demanded, digging her teeth into her bottom lip so hard, she might draw blood.
But it was the only thing that could make this better. The only thing because she wanted to lay her eyes on Darcy, on all of Darcy.
And Darcy held her gaze, her lips moving into the slightest smile. Like she knew, even with her pupils blown with her own need, how much power she truly held over Juliet right now. Like sheknewhow much Juliet wanted her.
Then again, it wasn’t as though Juliet made a real secret out of it. Right now, tonight, she couldn’t give a damn.
All she gave a damn about was not missing a second as Darcy reached up, sweeping her hair to the side. She grabbed the draped fabric from around the back of her neck and bowed her head to slide it over, the front of the outfit dropping down. Only held up by the cinch at her waist, now.
Quickly, Darcy tugged off her backless, adhesive bra and tossed it away. Juliet didn’t miss the way Darcy’s hands were trembling slightly with her own desire.
But she couldn’t focus on it. Not when all she could focus on were Darcy’s breasts. Even from her vantage point, she had a perfect view. So full, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on them. To get her mouth on Darcy’s hard nipples.
She didn’t even realize the low, keening moan she heard was from herself until she saw the dark, satisfied amusement slide onto Darcy’s face.
“How much have you thought about this in the last few months?” Darcy pressed, her voice low as she leaned in.
Juliet felt her hot breath blow over her thighs, so fucking close to her –god.
She grit her teeth, clenching obscenely hard on absolutely nothing. “Don’t be so full of yourself,” she panted out, “It’s unbecoming.”
“Oh, is it? I didn’t realize.” Darcy brought her hands back to Juliet’s legs, and she parted them farther without any conscious thought.
Both of their stares were glued to the way Darcy traced her hands up… up… until her thumbs were so close to Juliet’s pussy, barely centimeters from touching her through the barely-there fabric that she’d completely soaked through.
She was so fucking wet, she was positive Darcy could already feel her on her fingertips, even without actually touching her.
Darcy shook back her long, wavy hair, the tresses a little mussed from Juliet’s hands already.
“You think I’m – what’s the word?” Darcy traced her thumbs over Juliet’s slit. Her touch was feather-light, and Juliet’s head dropped heavily back against the wall.
Her breath caught in her throat, releasing on a shaky moan. Fuck. God.Fuck. Yes.
“Unbecoming,” Darcy stated, continuing to slide her touch up and down Juliet, but not giving anyrealpressure. Not giving her nearly enough. “Am Iunbecomingright now, Juliet?”
Darcy leaned in as she spoke, the very tip of her nose pressing against Juliet’s upper thigh, her hot breath washing over her, and Juliet needed. Sheneeded.
“Shut. Up,” she muttered, but she couldn’t contain the tremor in her voice.
“I will, when you tell me how much you’ve imagined me like this.” Darcy angled her head just right, using the tip of her tongue to trace down Juliet’s skin at the edge of her underwear.
Whatever rational thought existed in Juliet’s mind snapped completely. She dropped one of her hands down to the top ofDarcy’s head, sliding back to take a fistful of her hair. Making Darcy look up at her.
“Every fucking time you were running that mouth about me,” she answered, the truth falling from her lips without her permission. But she couldn’t hold it back, not right now. She didn’twantto. The only thing she wanted was Darcy’s mouth on her. “Every time you were performing. Every time.”
“Was that so hard?” Darcy asked.
Simultaneously, Darcy leaned in, as Juliet pressed against her, bringing Darcy’s mouth between her thighs. Shequaked. She hadn’t even been touched yet, and her thigh was shaking like she was on the edge of an orgasm.
Darcy licked her through her underwear, her eyes steadily holding onto Juliet’s. Locked in.
Butjesus, if it didn’t only make everything hotter. She hissed out a breath at the feeling, even if Darcy wasn’t licking right against her.
Her clit pulsed and she dropped her head back, hissing out a breath when she felt Darcy’s lips mouthing over her. Mimicking sucking on her clit, but she couldn’treallydo it while Juliet was still covered.
Which meant she needed, acutely, to have nothing between them.
“Darcy – off. Take it off,” she directed, and within seconds, Darcy’s fingertips hooked into the top of her underwear and yanked them eagerly down Juliet’s legs.