The Lie - Chapter 9b (Patreon)

This is a mature chapter, so stop reading if you don't like smutty scenes!  

You won't miss any of the plot by doing so.  I actually wrote the entire story before coming back and adding this one in (hence why it's Chapter 9b), so it's loosely connected but mostly just smut. 

Also, for those who get commentaries, I'm going to wait until after Chapter 10 to write the next one since there's not much here to discuss.  At least, not much for me to discuss without embarrassing myself!

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The brisk walk to Yang’s apartment should have cooled Blake’s desire; instead, it grew with every step.  Knowing where they were going and why did nothing to temper her anticipation.  Nothing told her to stop.  Nothing told her to rethink her decision.

After waiting all this time, wondering if Yang felt the same, those questions had finally been answered.  She could still feel Yang’s lips on hers, Yang’s body against hers, and she craved so, so much more.

“Here we go.”  Still holding Blake’s hand, Yang used her free hand to pull her keys from her pocket and unlock the door.  After pushing it open and leading them inside, she locked the door behind them and left her keys on the table.  “So...this is it…”

Blake spared the apartment a glance, noting its larger-than-average size, nice kitchen, and bedroom doors on opposite sides of the living room, before turning back to Yang.  Knowing Yang, now was the moment she would say or do something adorably awkward that would potentially ruin the mood.  As much as Blake loved those moments, she didn’t want Yang to overthink this.  If that meant she had to lead the way, she would.

“It’s nice,” she said before wrapping her arms around Yang’s neck and dragging her down for another kiss.  As soon as their lips met, energy surged through her veins, lighting her with hunger that grew when Yang responded in kind.  Now that they were alone, they wouldn’t be interrupted, and Blake only had to stop if Yang wanted her to.

Experiencing that freedom like a jolt of lust, she set her hands on Yang’s hips and quickly slid them under Yang’s shirt.  Yang hummed in response and deepened the kiss, wrapping an arm around Blake’s waist so she couldn’t move away.  Not that she had any intention of moving away.  She’d already found Yang’s bra again, and sighed while squeezing one of Yang’s breasts before moving to the other.  She felt the lace under her fingertips, she felt the soft, smooth skin underneath.  Now, she wanted to see.  Everything.

“Off,” she mumbled against Yang’s lips before sliding both hands under Yang’s shirt and lifting up.  Yang willingly raised her arms so Blake could pull the shirt over her head.  As soon as it came free, Blake dropped it on the floor and stared.

Yang’s lacy, black bra and toned stomach made her look so sexy that Blake wanted to stand and stare for far longer than desire allowed.  She wanted so many things at the moment.  She wanted to remove that bra.  She wanted to kiss every inch of Yang’s smooth, gorgeous skin.  She wanted Yang to do the same to her.  She wanted...god, she wanted Yang.

When Yang moved back to her, she tilted her chin up and accepted the kiss while running her hands all over Yang’s stomach and back.  Meanwhile, Yang slowly moved them away from the door - hopefully, towards her bedroom - while tugging at Blake’s shirt, silently requesting the same permission she’d just granted.

Blake was more than willing to oblige.  Breaking away for only a second, she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor before immediately recapturing Yang’s lips.  Yang’s hands roamed freely now, teasing with the clasp on Blake’s bra before moving down her stomach instead.

“My room,” Yang got out between kisses, either requesting that they go there or telling Blake where it was.  She was distracted by Yang’s hands at the moment, which slid close to the hem of her pants and drew a low moan from the back of her throat.

Yang interpreted the sound as permission - she should take it as permission - and quickly undid the button before pulling down the zipper and pushing the pants off of Blake’s hips.  Blake kicked them off her feet while Yang kept moving her backwards, pressing her against the door and fumbling for the handle.

Blake loved when Yang pressed against her like this, pinning her between an unmovable surface and her body, and used the opportunity to steal several deep kisses that delayed them further.  Eventually, Yang found the handle, and they stumbled into her bedroom with their lips still locked and their hands refusing to leave each other.

Blake didn’t even look around the room.  There wasn’t time when Yang pushed her backward until the back of her knees hit the bedspread.  Without hesitation, she scooted backwards onto the bed while Yang slipped out of her pants, giving Blake an otherworldly view of Yang in her lacy lingerie, before climbing on top of her.

The way Yang looked at her right now, nearly-bare chest rising and falling while hunger gleamed in her lilac eyes and golden hair cascaded across her bare shoulders, only made Blake want more, and in a hurry.

“What’re you waiting for?” she asked while Yang traced a finger from her chest, down her stomach, and across her inner thigh.

“God, I don’t know,” Yang sighed before leaning down and hungrily kissing Blake’s neck.  Blake sucked in a breath before tilting her head to give Yang more room, her heart racing while she wove her hands through Yang’s hair.  Closing her eyes, she focused on Yang’s lips - light, then firm, then biting down, sucking, and licking in a way that brought her hips off the bed.

“Yang…”

Pulling away at her name, Yang met Blake’s gaze with one that was equal parts requesting and eager.

“Are you sure?”

Of course Yang asked.  As if Blake hadn’t given enough permission by discarding her clothing or willingly following Yang home.

“Yes.”

Sliding her hand across Yang’s shoulder then down her back, Blake unclasped Yang’s bra and watched it fall away.  Biting her lip at the sight of Yang’s uncovered chest, she felt her desire surge to an almost unbearable level.  Yang needed to know how much Blake wanted her.  Yang needed to feel how much Blake wanted her.

“I’m sure,” Blake whispered while taking Yang’s hand and sliding it between her legs.  She couldn’t give more blatant permission than that.

Fortunately, Yang didn’t need it.  The moment she pressed her finger between Blake’s legs and gently stroked upwards, Blake dropped her head back and moaned.

“Oh shit…” Yang breathed out while repeating the motion, confirming for herself just how ‘sure’ Blake was.

“Yang...” Blake got out again, this time as a moan she couldn’t even be embarrassed about.  Now that this started, she needed so much more, and Yang’s finger lazily trailing in and out of her was getting her nowhere fast.

“You’re so hot...” Yang said before sliding Blake’s panties off and tossing them on the floor.  She captured Blake’s lips immediately after, restarting their kisses while gently laying on top of her.

Before Blake complained about the lack of attention - she needed more than kisses right now - Yang’s finger slid over her clit, sending a wave of pleasure rushing through her and drawing another moan from her lips.

The sound prodded Yang further, and she quickly found a steady rhythm that fulfilled everything Blake needed.  She tried to keep up with Yang’s kisses but gave up as her sole attention moved south.  Yang started kissing her neck instead, adding to the mounting pleasure while simultaneously taking her breath away.  Moans built in the back of her throat, many of them escaping as Yang narrowed in on the spot she loved the most.

It wasn’t long before Yang found it, drawing a long, throaty moan from Blake’s lips as her hips lifted fully off the bed.  The reaction prompted Yang to test out that spot again, and again and again.  Each time amplified the tension and pleasure building in Blake’s lower stomach, making her desperate for more.

Her lust-clouded mind chose that moment to remind her that Yang was doing this to her.  It was Yang’s hand between her legs.  It was Yang’s finger stroking across her clit, making her breathing erratic and her hips buck with desire.

“God -” she gasped when Yang’s teeth grazed her neck, pushing her even closer to the edge.  She didn’t want this to end so soon but she’d already been so turned on after the party and on the walk over here and now - now each stroke of Yang’s finger threatened to send her into ecstasy.

She wanted it.  She wanted it badly.  Her hips bucked against Yang’s hand, trying to force even a little more friction against her clit.  Wanton moans kept falling from her lips, wordlessly begging Yang for more.  Her hands touched every bit of Yang she could reach, wanting to somehow return the favor while losing herself to bliss.

“Yang - harder -” she said while grinding against Yang’s hand, knowing all she needed was just a little more.  But Yang held her distance, keeping Blake on the edge while kissing her ear.

“You’re always so composed…” Yang whispered, her voice sweet and adoring while she held Blake’s climax at bay.  “I kinda like watching you fall apart…”

Before Blake protested the delay, Yang gave her exactly what she wanted - pressing harder on her clit, quickening each touch.  Immediately gasping, she closed her eyes and pressed her head back into the covers while unbridled bliss coiled between her legs.

She didn’t last much longer before Yang pushed her right over the edge.  Her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched off the bed, prompting Yang to kiss down her chest while she grabbed a fistful of covers and moaned out every bit of ecstasy racking through her body.  Moisture surged between her legs as she came all over Yang’s hand, and Yang’s finger kept moving all the while, coaxing additional cries of pleasure from her lips before that peak slipped away and she collapsed to the sheets in a haze of happiness.

“God…” she moaned before gasping when Yang lightly brushed her clit again.

“Sorry.”  Yang’s grin implied she wasn’t truly sorry, especially not when she looked at the glistening moisture on her hand.

“No,” Blake said when she saw the thought flash through Yang’s eyes, but Yang ignored the response while sticking her fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean.  The action instantly turned Blake on again, especially when Yang winked at her and said, “next time.”

Blake’s breathing had yet to slow - her chest still rose and fell with deep inhales followed by deep exhales - but she was already looking forward to doing it again.  But first...

“Next time?”

Still moderately limp-limbed, Blake managed to sit up, forcing Yang to sit back on her heels.  Before Yang moved too far away, Blake flipped their positions and climbed on top of Yang instead.

“I was thinking this time...” she added before very consciously running her hands down Yang’s unclothed chest and stomach.

Looping her fingers in Yang’s underwear, Blake met Yang’s gaze while slowly tugging them downwards.  Yang’s eyes never left Blake as she pulled the lingerie over Yang’s hips and tried not to stare.  Tried and failed, as she flipped the underwear onto the floor and took a long, savoring look at the girl lying beneath her.

“God, Yang…” she whispered while slowly sliding her hand up Yang’s thigh then teasingly across her stomach before moving back down again.  Yang’s breath caught as she arched into the touch, giving Blake permission to move further.

Feeling Yang’s soft, warm skin...seeing every bit of her gorgeous body, stripped bare and waiting for more...pressed Blake further.  And, as soon as she slipped her finger between Yang’s legs, desire burst through her veins.

“Jesus…” she breathed out while trailing her finger upward, breathlessly watching Yang tilt her head back and softly moan.

“You’re really hot...” Yang replied as if excusing away how wet she was.

Emboldened by the physical proof of Yang’s attraction, Blake leaned forward and captured Yang’s lips for another deep kiss.  She gently stroked Yang’s clit at the same time, and smiled when Yang moaned into her mouth.

“Fuck…” Yang whispered when Blake moved to her neck and placed deep, open-mouthed kisses everywhere she could reach.  She was delaying what they both wanted, but she didn’t want to rush.  She wanted to savor the moment, knowing that as soon as she started she wouldn’t slow down until Yang fell apart beneath her.

Moving at a painfully slow pace meant to get Yang more riled up, savoring the slickness accumulating on her hand and fingers, Blake leaned close and lightly bit Yang’s ear.

“You’re so beautiful…” she whispered before sliding her tongue into Yang’s ear, drawing a small gasp.  Telling a budding supermodel that she was beautiful seemed redundant, but Blake knew that Yang needed to hear it.  She needed to hear and feel that someone meant it.

Blake meant it in more than a physical sense, but also in a very physical sense.

After one last kiss on Yang’s ear, Blake peppered kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and her chest.  There, she paused, taking the time to kiss and suck and feel each of Yang’s breasts before moving down her stomach.

Skipping where Yang wanted her most, opting to kiss along soft, inner thighs instead, Blake smiled when Yang quietly whined.  The sound begged her to move forward.  As did Yang’s spread legs, and the glistening wetness just waiting to be tasted.  Licking her lips in anticipation, she looked up and caught Yang’s lust-filled gaze.

“Are you sure?” she teased.  Yang immediately groaned and dropped her head back onto the bed.

“Jesus, Blake -”

Anything else Yang had to say was cut off by a moan when Blake slipped her tongue between Yang’s legs and slowly dragged upward.  As soon as she passed over Yang’s clit, she dropped down and did it again - licking Yang from her even wetter slit to her clit and over again.

“Fuck...” Yang moaned, her hips gently lifting off the bed when Blake’s tongue passed over her clit again.

Selfishly, Blake wanted to slowly relish the taste, smell, and feel of her mouth on Yang’s most private areas.  But she also wanted to hear more of the sounds Yang was making, and she wanted to hear those sooner rather than later.

Looping her arms around Yang’s legs, she pulled herself closer and shifted her focus to Yang’s clit.  There, she moved her tongue at a slow, methodical pace, finding little resistance while circling and stroking and lightly sucking in turn.  Since she didn’t know what Yang liked yet, she started light and easy while searching for a spot or rhythm that increased Yang’s pleasure.  Did Yang want a soft, slow build - the kind that would drive Blake crazy?  Or did she crave speed and intensity that quickly pushed her over the edge?

When Yang’s hips started rising and falling with Blake’s tongue, chasing the pleasure wherever Blake went, she pressed down harder and was immediately rewarded with a long moan.

“Fuck, Blake…”

Knowing she’d found the spot, Blake wasted no time repeating the motion.  She swept her tongue over Yang’s clit over and over again, doing her best to maintain contact while Yang’s movements grew more and more desperate.

Yang was already close.  Blake could see it by the way Yang closed her eyes but left her lips parted while her chest rose and fell with deep breaths.  The stunning image sent Blake’s desire shooting through the roof, and she pressed her tongue even harder to Yang’s clit, wanting nothing more than to give Yang the pleasure she so clearly wanted.

“Blake...” Yang moaned again, her voice husky and breathless.  “God...please don’t stop -”

Blake could get addicted to the way Yang said her name, and she did exactly what Yang begged of her.  Yang’s breathing grew more erratic.  Her hips bucked and shifted and searched for any way to deepen contact with Blake’s tongue.  “Harder,” she gasped before reaching down and pulling Blake’s mouth against her.  Blake immediately complied, pressing her tongue against Yang’s clit as hard as she could.

Yang’s reaction was immediate and fervant.  Her moans became louder, higher.  Her hips bucked so hard that Blake hardly had to move.  Yang held Blake’s mouth to her and ground herself against Blake’s tongue until, moments later, her back arched off the bed accompanied by a moan of ecstasy.  Blake took over then, following Yang upward and giving her the last few strokes with her tongue, drawing out that climax until Yang collapsed to the bed with a heavy sigh.

“Oh my fucking god…”  While Yang ran a hand through her hair and tried to catch her breath, Blake wiped Yang’s wetness off her mouth and chin and briefly wondered if she could start again right away.  Considering Yang’s rapid breathing, however, Blake decided to give her a break and climbed back up the bed to lay beside her.

“That was amazing.”  Wrapping an arm around Blake, Yang pulled her close and pressed a deep, breathless kiss to her lips before letting go.  “Like, holy shit…”

“Agreed...” Blake murmured, smiling when Yang’s eyes met hers.

“Yeah?”  When Yang set her hand on Blake’s side, anticipation tingled down Blake’s spine.  That anticipation only grew when Yang slowly ran her hand down Blake’s side.  Blake’s gaze lowered at the same time, reaching Yang’s chest before snapping back up.  She didn’t want to stare, but...maybe she was allowed to stare a little bit.  Yang’s grin suggested she didn’t mind.

“Does that mean you’re ready to go again?”

The gleam in Yang’s eye instantly rekindled the fire between Blake’s legs.  Somehow, she managed not to immediately give Yang a firm yes.  She smiled and trailed her fingers through Yang’s hair instead.

“What happened to awkward Yang?” she teased.

“I’m sure she’ll be back tomorrow,” Yang replied before kissing Blake, making her gasp when warm, soft fingers slipped between her legs at the same time.  “We should really take advantage while we can…”

In no mood to protest, Blake hummed against Yang’s lips while Yang climbed back on top of her.