2. The Hot, Masculine Stranger II

~Sierra~

The chuckles that were doing things to my insides whenever they left his—um, her— lips, reverberated through her throat and my heart did several backflips, another realization dawning on me in a space of a few seconds. 

All this while I thought my body was reacting to a guy, it was actually a woman. A freaking woman.

It felt really surreal. I stared open-mouthedly at her for several seconds, not caring that I was gaping.

"Oh, sweetie... " At the softness of her voice, my pussy clenched and I visibly swallowed. "Weren't I obvious enough?"

I was surprised at myself that I was indulging her when I was supposed to flee. But here I was, my gaze roaming through the planes of her face, lingering on her lips.

The thought of how skilled those lips could be, gushed more wetness out of my system.

 The alarms in my head were ringing regarding the weirdness of it all. But my pussy was far too drenched at this point to consider.

"No, you weren't." I croaked, my gaze darting towards the door again.

I had heard of lesbians before, but I had never witnessed one beforehand. Taking a closer look at her body features, I noticed the masculine physique and broad shoulders that were hella hot. 

I didn't know if it was me thinking or my already throbbing pussy. My gaze trailed further down, lingering on her long fingers that were placed on her lap. I couldn't help but imagine how skillful those fingers would be as well. 

"God, Sierra. Are you nuts?" I shoved the intrusive thoughts back to the door, looking up to see her lips parted in a knowing smile.

It was as though she knew just what she was doing to me.

"I know what you're thinking, sweetheart." She cut into my thoughts, and my eyes widened at her words. 

She bit her lips softly, her blue eyes glistening under the dimly blue light, giving her that sensuous allure that made me breathless just by looking at her.

"What am I thinking?" I didn't know what pushed me into asking that. Maybe the way my pussy now suddenly developed a heartbeat, drumming frantically against my thighs.

My teeth furiously found my lips in a furious bite, wondering if there was a way to get out of this mess. Especially with our bodies now brushing against each other.

"You're thinking of how much you want me to ravish you with my fingers, yeah?” Her deep voice filtered into my ear, her words creating a sensual image in my ears.

Me beneath her, while she took charge, worshipping all parts of my body with her lips and fingers. My pussy flooded with more wetness at that thought.

I shook my head vigorously, as though that would evade those images.

"I'm sorry, but I'm engaged." That didn't sound like my voice, because why the hell was it quivering?

 She snorted and I was forced to glance back at her.

Those blue eyes never stopped staring at me, and my eyes couldn't stop lingering on her lips, noting the way she licked them at intervals.

It stirred something sensuous within me watching her do that.

Seriously, what was wrong with me?

"Shame..." She caught into my thoughts, leaning away from me, but the fire in her gaze still burned hotter.

"I would have sworn you were into me." She bit her lips again, letting her gaze trail over my body as she slowly backed away from me, probably giving me room to rethink my decision.

My gaze was fixed on her perky breasts that peeked at me from the bralette she was wearing. Only if I had looked at her closely, I would have noticed that she wasn't male, despite how hot and masculine she was.

I stared on, lips slightly parted as she started heading towards the other side of the VIP section, gait totally androgynous and physique strikingly hot.

I was already drenched, distorted, and wasn't thinking straight. There was no way I'd come out of this. I had a feeling that Chris, my fiancé, wouldn't even help because hell, I had never been this wet before. 

And to think she hadn't even neared the sensitive part of my body and I was already vibrating, ache pooling deep within my insides and begging for her attention.

This surely wasn't cheating right?

"Wait!!" I called out before I could stop myself. 

She turned swiftly as though certain I was going to change my mind. Sure, she was.

She already knew how wet she had left me. And let's face it, I was thrilled at the thought of it all.

When she got to where I stood, she raised her brows, hands shoved in the pockets of her leather pants. "Yes? You called."

She licked those lips again, this time, stylishly biting on the lower one. A shudder shot through me as I imagined those lips in between my legs. My pussy throbbed at that mental image and I whimpered.

My body wanted it, but I didn't know how to ask without sounding like a slut.

"I can help with that." She said instead.

My brows reflexively raised. "With what?" I almost whispered.

The corners of her lips lifted in a side smile as she gestured downward.

"The ache in between your legs. I can smell your arousal from here, honey." 

My eyes all but widened as I gaped at her. Did she just say that?

As if boldened by my shocked expression, she fell back against the plush sofa in one swift motion. And before I could decipher what was happening, she yanked me off the sofa, planting me on her lap.

I reflexively straddled her, my body pushing against her to support myself. I cursed myself for wearing a skirt, but at the same time, it excited me.

At the soft brushing of our bodies, I gasped. My breasts had grazed hers, sending a jolting feeling surging through me like electricity.

"Yeah, baby." She muttered, her voice turning husky as she dug her hands until her waist, now grinding herself against me. 

My shock turned into rasps as her crotch ground against my ass cheeks, her gaze burning hotter into my eyes as though daring me to stop.

My body was already far gone, but my concern was on the environment. I swiftly scanned the room while I shuddered against her expert grinding.

My crop top had climbed higher, leaving my waist bare and prone to those expert, yet torturous hands. 

"What if–what..." I couldn't even remember what I wanted to ask as her fingers skimmed underneath my top, caressing the planes of my stomach and teasingly brushing against my nipples.

"You were saying?" Her voice became huskier with each passing second, and from the amusement etched in her voice, she was enjoying every bit of what she was doing to me.

"I said..." Her hands moved to cup my breasts, her thumbs flicking across my nipples at the same time. Electrifying sparks erupted within me, my body vibrating profusely at the impact.

With one swift motion, her hand went around, unclasping my bra, her gaze never leaving mine. Something about that gesture made my insides throb with need. The intensity of her gaze and the confidence that radiated through her. 

As though she had been doing this her whole life. Sure she was.

"Are you ready for my lips?" She asked into my ears, aware of the shivers that erupted on my skin and the way I shuddered against her.

I didn't reply, because she didn't give me time to. The next minute, her mouth plunged into one of my nipples.

"Oh, God!" I threw my head backward when she started drawing circles with her tongue. 

Trembling hands gripped unsteadily at her masculine shoulders as my body swung into vibration mode, more wetness flooding through me.

"The name is Melissa..." That was the last thing I heard before she started sucking tenderly on my nipple.

My clit throbbed harder as stars began shooting at the back of my eyes.