Her Pretend Christmas Date: A Lesbian Christmas Romance

Laney didn’t use her fingers first. She didn’t take her time exploring or teasing. No, Laney wasn’t like anyone else. She dove in, her tongue tasting, lashing Morgun. Her knees went watery and she swore she could have liquefied and slid down the wall, but Laney held her with her one hand, kept her safely against the wall. Morgun’s entire body trembled. She closed her eyes, threw her head back against the hard wall behind her, let her eyes roll back, and enjoyed what Laney was doing.

Morgun moaned wildly, thrusting her fingers into Laney’s hair as she writhed. She had never felt so unhinged in her life. Laney wasn’t afraid to change it up. She knew exactly how to taste and touch Morgun to make her wild. She used her fingers to slowly circle Morgun’s straining clit while she thrust her tongue up inside her. She switched that up too, teasing the tight bud with her tongue while she slowly soaked her finger in Morgun’s slick folds, then even more slowly, inserted it inside her.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Laney groaned.

Morgun just about lost it. Her whole body was felt numb, but it was also glowing with sensation. Every nerve ending felt like it might have been burned off. She was losing it. Losing control. Losing herself. Losing the fight to hold back. Why am I holding back? She didn’t know, except that she didn’t want it to end.

Waves of pleasure rolled from her toes, mingling with the shivers already gathered in her thighs. Morgun knew it was only a matter of seconds before that tight coil in her belly, her thighs, and her core reached the crescendo and gave way.

Laney probably sensed it too. She didn’t change what she was doing, because what she was doing was already pure magic. Morgun could feel her leg muscles tightening. Her belly trembled then tightened with every new shiver. She wrenched her head back, hitting the wall hard, but it didn’t create any more stars behind her closed eyes than what was already there. And there was an entire sky full of them.

Laney did something magic with her hand where she touched Morgun’s clit while she kept thrusting up into her. Her tongue explored her folds, lapping at her, suckling her, making noises that should have turned Morgun red with embarrassment, but she was too far gone to even consider it. Those noises were hot. She didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on, but listening to Laney eating her loudly, not holding back and with zero shame of her own, was probably the biggest turn-on Morgun had ever experienced.

Her hips bucked wildly, rolling into Laney’s hand and face. Morgun tried to keep the volume to a minimum because she did realize that they were in some random room and anyone, probably even security, could come looking for them. There was a point when she couldn’t keep her moans and whimpers in, and they crashed and ricocheted off the walls of the room.

And then she came. She came so hard that she had no idea if she was screaming or making no sound at all. The room disappeared and it was just her and Laney and the pleasure. The hot waves were so violent and brutal that they were almost painful, but that was okay. It was so damn good.

Morgun had never, ever, not once in her life, experienced a climax that gripped her entire body. Her fingertips and her toes were tingling. Her legs were on fire. Her arms were heavy. Her stomach and thighs were tight with the aftershocks. She could feel the way her inner walls clenched around Laney’s finger She could feel her whole body throbbing and pulsing. She came until she was totally spent, and even then, the shockwaves and aftershocks continued.

“Oh, my goodness,” Morgun panted.

“Same from down here.” Laney stood up. She hesitated for just a second, then kissed Morgun just as furiously and passionately as she had before.

Chapter 12

Laney

Laney knew her lips were swollen and glistening with Morgun’s arousal, but Morgun wasn’t squeamish about tasting herself. She kissed Laney hard, thrusting her tongue into her mouth and moaning when she tasted the spice of herself there.

The alcohol was still working, and the regrets hadn’t kicked in yet. Not that she should have any. This wasn’t anything permanent. This was a one-off at a wedding. And why not? They were young. They were slightly buzzed. There was attraction there. What was wrong with what they were doing?

What was she so afraid of anyway? Feeling something? Being alive? Having a good time? Maybe Laney wanted the one thing she kept telling everyone she didn’t, even just a little, because everyone wanted it, didn’t they?

When Laney pulled away, she was so turned on by the kiss, by touching Morgun, by tasting her, by just being alone with her, that she was ready for more. So much more. She would have done anything with Morgun in that room. Her eyes were well adjusted to the light and Morgun was looking at her with a hungry, intense stare that said she would do just about anything as well. Her eyes were big and soft. Her whole face was suffused with something that didn’t come from just a really good orgasm.

Laney might have felt the connection as well, but she wasn’t going to admit it. She didn’t have room in her life for feelings. Pleasure, yes. Sex, sure. Relationships…she’d tried that, and they usually didn’t work out. Mostly because her lifestyle didn’t suit one. She just couldn’t see herself getting involved with someone. That would be giving her family, particularly her mom, fuel for the already roaring fire. Plus, Laney was just too busy.

She thought she could pull Morgun into this room and they could let the sparks fly and enjoy each other. After, they could blame it on the alcohol if they wanted, or whatever else they saw fit, and they could get on with their lives.

Laney was so sure Morgun didn’t like her. You didn’t have to like a person to be attracted to them. It seemed like a safe idea. Plus, there was always the fact that Laney probably wouldn’t see Morgun again and Morgun wouldn’t see her. If they were willing to have some fun for a single night, why not? It was nice to unwind sometimes, and weddings and booze definitely had that effect on some people.

But Morgun was looking at her like she wanted more. As in, something beyond the room, beyond physical. She didn’t want to blame what happened on anything other than the fact that she wanted it.

Laney had seen that look before. The softness. And she just couldn’t go there.

Even if it felt like something sharp and evil digging at her ribs. Errant underwire. That’s kind of what the sensation was like. Except from the inside out.

“Look,” she whispered. “I think…I think maybe we should get back.”

Morgun frowned and her eyes glazed over with pain she couldn’t hide. It made the spot behind Laney’s ribs ache with even more ferocity.

“But I…I thought…” Morgun bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes were huge. She didn’t blink and Laney eventually had to look away.

“I think you’ve more than fulfilled your end of the deal. If you want, I’ll call you a cab.”

“A cab?”

“I’m clearly too buzzed to drive.”