Chapter 31: Aftermath
The dorm room door had barely clicked shut before Stephanie was on her, pushing Veronica against it, her mouth desperate and searching. “Make me feel it,” Stephanie breathed against her lips, her French accent thickened by urgency, her hands fumbling with the buckle of Veronica’s jeans. “Make me feel that we’re real.”
Veronica complied, her own hands trembling as she guided them to the bed, peeling away layers until they were skin to skin, the reggae beat a low thrum beneath their shared heat. She strapped on the harness, the silicone cool before she warmed it between them, and when she entered her, Stephanie arched with a sharp cry, her nails scoring Veronica’s back. The pace was frantic, a physical rebellion against the night’s tensions, each thrust a silent scream against her father’s disapproval.
Then Stephanie sobbed, a raw, broken sound that tore through the room’s passion. Veronica froze, buried deep inside her. “Stop, chérie, we stop—”
“Don’t you dare stop,” Stephanie begged, tears streaming through her dimpled smile, her hips grinding down. “Please, Ronnie. I need this to hurt a little.” With surprising force, she pushed Veronica onto her back, straddling her, taking the length inside her with a guttural moan. She rode her with a furious, drowning intensity, her long hair whipping like a dark curtain, her cries mounting until she shattered, convulsing around the strap-on with a scream that was half agony, half release.
Collapsing forward, she frantically unbuckled the harness, tossing it aside before sliding down Veronica’s body. Her mouth found her, hot and insistent, her tongue lashing Veronica’s clit with a focused desperation that erased all thought. Veronica’s hips jerked off the bed, a choked curse lost in the sheets as Stephanie drank her down, pushing her over an edge so violent it felt like exorcism. Afterward, in the sweaty, incense-heavy silence, Stephanie lay curled into her, tracing idle patterns on Veronica’s sternum.
Veronica caught her hand. “Talk to me, Steph. What was that?”
Stephanie’s voice was a small, shattered thing in the dark. “I’m just so afraid he’s right.”