Prompt from @aryn-choices : 129. “I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.”
“You. Bitch!”
Jordan backed up slowly, eyes never straying from the time bomb in front of her. The music stopped along with all other conversations as everyone’s attention falls on the two women.
“B-Becca, come on, it was an accident! I didn’t mean-” Becca’s growl cut her off and she gulped. The anger in the blond woman’s eyes was slowly changing from annoyed to downright murderous.
She stalked toward Jordan, fists clenched at her sides. “This is my favorite sweater.” Her voice was just a whisper now, and it was somehow scarier than when she’d been yelling.
“Whoa,” Jordan chuckled nervously, hands up in surrender. “C’mon, Becca, it’s just beer. It’ll wash out.”
On the other side of the pool, Kaitlyn winced. “Oh, now she’s done it.” She turned to Zack, eyes still on their housemates. “Why are we still watching this train wreck?”
“It’s like a car crash,” Zack whispered, a hint of awe in his voice. “You know it’s gonna end badly, but you can’t look away.”
When Becca snarled, Jordan’s fear morphed into irritation. “Damn it, Becca, what do you want from me? Why did you wear cashmere to a pool party, anyway?”
Becca’s eye twitched. “Madison didn’t tell me it was a pool party.”
“Oh, I see,” Jordan mocked. “Did Madison also forget to tell you to watch where you’re going?”
Becca’s eyes narrowed. “You. Bumped. Me.”
Jordan kept talking as if she hadn’t heard her. “Or maybe you just didn’t see me because your head is so far up your own ass-”
She was cut off by the harsh press of Becca’s lips against hers. The air left her body in a rush. Just as she bit down on Becca’s bottom lip in retaliation, the blonde pulled away and shoved her into the pool.
Everyone stared in shock for a beat before they went back to mingling and the music started back up. Kaitlyn took a hesitant sip of her drink before turning away from the sight of her best friend flailing angrily in the water.
“So, what do you think it was this time? Sexual tension or actual murderous rage?”
Zack snorted into his cup. “Both.”
Jordan slammed her bedroom door behind her as she toweled off her hair, mumbling to herself. Rolling her eyes, she tossed the wet towel on her desk chair and moved to stand by the door, listening to the angry footsteps making their way to her room.
As soon as the footsteps reached her door, Jordan threw it open, grabbing a fistful of Becca’s precious sweater and yanking her into the bedroom. She shut the door with one hand and slammed Becca against it with the other, immediately latching onto the older girl’s neck.
Becca growled and flipped them around, pinning Jordan’s hands above her head. “Clothes. Off. Now.”
A shiver ran through her body as Becca’s teeth nipped her earlobe and she didn’t even hesitate, ripping her t-shirt off and struggling to pull down her skinny jeans.
“Damn, this is so much harder when they’re wet.” She froze as she realized what she said. With wide eyes, she looked up to find Becca smirking devilishly at her. “I mean-”
Becca dragged her tongue along Jordan’s pulse point. “I already have you that wet, huh?”
“That was bad,” Jordan teased breathlessly as Becca guided her to the bed, stripping as they went.
She groaned as Becca straddled her. She felt a well-manicured hand dip between her legs quickly before pulling away, and her hips jumped off the bed.
“Well,” Becca chuckled seductively. “I’m not wrong.” She brushed her hand up Jordan’s body until it came into contact with her breast. Giving it a firm squeeze she lowered her mouth to a hardened nipple, flicking it with her tongue. Jordan let out a low moan followed by a high-pitched gasp when she felt Becca’s teeth scrape against the sensitive area.
Becca released the nipple in favor of moving her mouth down the writhing brunette’s body. When Becca reached her hipbones, Jordan gasped and tangled her fingers in blonde hair. Becca smirked against the skin beneath her when she felt her hair being pulled slightly, scratching her nails down Jordan’s sides. Jordan hissed at the tingling red lines left behind and pushed Becca’s head further down her body.
“Somebody’s eager,” Becca smirked, refusing to move.
“Shut up, Becca, just-”
“What was that?”
Jordan whined impatiently. “God-please, Becca!”
Becca blew cool air against Jordan’s clit, holding the other girl’s hips in place as they bucked with a cocky grin. “Please what?
“God, just-fuck me!”
Jordan threw her head back as Becca finally listened to her and brought her mouth to her center. Becca’s tongue flicked out against the brunette’s clit, rubbing achingly slow circles into the sensitive bud.
“You know what I realized earlier?”
Jordan huffed, pushing Becca’s head back down and holding it there. “You can-shit-you can tell me-fuck! Later.”
Becca pulled Jordan’s hand off her head and moved up her body, replacing her tongue with her fingers. “I realized,” she whispered into Jordan’s mouth, “that you like it when I’m mean to you.”
A cry tore from Jordan’s throat as Becca slid two fingers inside her, torturously slow. “I-”
“It turns you on, doesn’t it? Not knowing whether I wanna slap you or,” Becca snickered, “push you in the pool, or fuck the shit out of you.”
Jordan whimpered as Becca sped up her movements. “You-fuck!” Jordan gasped as Becca started curling her fingers inside of her with each thrust. “Oh, fuck, Becca, right there, please I-I’m so-”
“You’re close, Jordan?” Jordan nodded with a whine, clawing at Becca’s back. “Good.”
She unceremoniously removed her fingers and Jordan bucked hard, looking for some sort of contact. “No, Becca, please-”
She crushed her lips against Jordan’s, teeth clashing. “Admit it,” she growled into the kiss. “Admit that you piss me off on purpose, and I’ll let you cum.”
Jordan let out a high-pitched groan as she felt Becca’s wetness grind down against her thigh. “No, no, no, God, I need-”
Becca cut her off with another sloppy kiss, licking into her mouth. “I know, baby,” she cooed, breaking the facade for a moment. “Just say it, and I’ll take care of you.”
Jordan gulped, breathing heavily. “I-it does, it turns me on so much, God, babe, please-”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Becca moved back down her body, throwing Jordan’s legs over her shoulder and lowering her mouth to the slick folds beneath her. Giving a few quick swipes her tongue, she moaned at the amount of wetness she found there. Jordan groaned when she felt two fingers thrust into her and a tongue swirl circles into her throbbing clit.
“That feels so fucking good,” she breathed, arching into the other girl’s mouth. Becca added a third finger to speed things up, causing Jordan to thrust against her face to gain more friction.
“God, Becca, I’m so close. Don’t stop!” Becca repositioned herself to thrust harder and deeper. “Holy shit, right there,” Jordan whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip. Becca continued to suck at the sensitive nub, her tongue flicking against it. When she felt two hands grapple her hair and a scream-like moan rang through the room she knew Jordan was nearly there. Feeling her hand start to cramp up, she put all her strength behind her thrusts. She pushed in three more times and felt Jordan’s walls clamp down around her fingers.
Placing calming kisses on her thigh, she helped the brunette ride out her orgasm. Jordan pulled her up to kiss her deeply as their breathing slowly evened out. They continued to kiss lazily, smiling and resting their foreheads against each other.
After a minute, Jordan smirked and flipped them over, almost laughing at the shocked look on Becca’s face. “What? You didn’t think you tired me out already, did you?”
