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Lingling Kwong stood at the makeshift dais in the middle of the volleyball court as student volunteers struggled to untangle and set up the net before the afternoon’s match.
She cleared her throat and went through her speech in her head. She shot a stern look at a gaggle of students who stumbled into the court in a fit of giggles and they instantly straightened up and hurried towards the bleachers with sheepish grins. It didn't take Lingling long to learn how to walk the line between fear and respect – she wanted and got the latter.
Tan, her vice-president, walked up to her in a huff, “We’re ready to go in 5. You're good?” Ling reached out and straightened the badge on his jacket with a light tsk and nodded. He shook his head at how predictable his best friend could be and jogged over to the sound system for final checks.
She tightened the knot on her tie and brushed a piece of lint off of her uniform, sparing a cursory glance to check if the pleats of her skirt were perfectly ironed. As the teachers coaxed the students to their seats, Ling watched her school’s team walk on to court, their boots thumping loudly against the wood paneling. She grit her teeth as the reality of her situation set in.
Becoming the student council president was always part of the plan but it thrust her into public interactions way more often than she had anticipated.
Or perhaps anticipated isn't the right word – she had anticipated the events and meetings and the public speaking. There's only one thing she didn't see coming and she loathed it enough to want to throw her speech into Tan’s hand and leave the court.
But Lingling Kwong is not a coward. So she tapped the mic and watched as everyone's attention shifted towards the noise. Everyone's except….her. Ling knew how to command a room and it helped that a lot of people always had their eyes on her already.
“Hello, Buriram Pattana High! I’m your president Lingling Kwong. I make this introduction every time because I've seen some of your grades and we aren't a particularly attentive bunch, are we?” She began speaking. That resulted in quite a few laughs from the audience and Ling’s chest swelled in pride but she didn't let it show.
She extended her hand to her left, flashing a soft smile to the team huddled around the bench, “Please give a round of applause to our opponents for today – Anusorn University.”
The crowd followed her instructions as if hypnotised – applause and a few good-natured boos carrying over from the bleachers. The opponents broke their huddle and gave light bows towards their audience for the afternoon. Ling caught more than one set of eyes from the team lingering on the way the hem of her skirt licked her upper thighs, ending right above her knees.
With a deep breath, she continued, “And finally, our home team.” Ling paused – this wasn't her first rodeo – and the crowd erupted in cheers; the school colours shone from the bleachers and amateur posters lined the ranks. Ling fought her instinct to roll her eyes as many of the cheers turned into swooning chants, “ORM! ORM! ORM!”
Taking the cue, Ling forced her lips into the resemblance of a smile and moved to step away from the mic, leaning into the mic an inch to say, “Your captain, Orm Kornnaphat.”
Ling barely spared her a glance, Orm’s entire physicality reduced to a flash of her ash silver bob in the periphery of her vision. Orm winked at the crowd before she took Ling’s place behind the dais and predictably, the cheers hit a fever pitch. Orm let it wash over her, waving her arms above her head like she was beckoning the crowd closer, a smug grin plastered on her face. Ling walked over to her seat at the front of the bleachers and watched the spectacle unfold. Orm’s form-fitting jersey rose up a few inches as she continued to play the crowd like a fiddle, her lips pursed in a playful pout.
Ling could barely make out a thin line separating her toned muscles and she felt a heat creep up her neck. If she wasn’t irritated before, this infuriated her; the way her body sometimes betrayed her around the woman she despised.
Ling snapped her eyes back to the crowd, an innocent junior catching her misplaced ire; she silenced him with a seething glare. Confused, he looked around at the ruckus around him, but still sat down, his hands folded on his lap.
Orm’s cheery voice echoed off the walls, “Are we ready to roaaaar?” The school’s mascot, a panther, thumped her chest and let out an anthropomorphised roar that passed through the student body in waves. “Go panthers!” the cheerleaders shouted from the side with one stray “Go Ormie!” shouted out mid-formation. Ling recognised the voice: Ying Anada. Not surprising considering they were always joined at the hip.
Orm doesn’t seem to notice, as her eyes flit over the crowd, sometimes returning smiles and waves. It’s one woman in the crowd that holds her attention the longest – prim and proper Lingling Kwong, pouring over the sheets of paper in her hand, her lips pursed around the tip of her pen. Orm rolls her eyes; Kwong’s goodie-two-shoes shtick grated on her nerves but for a split second, too minute for even Orm to register, her eyes lingered on the tight twirl of the pen.
The next 45 minutes were a blur – the scores stayed head-to-head. Every serve is returned with fervour, the slick sound of rubber soles on wood interrupting the tense silence in the room. Sweat glistened on the players’ foreheads, their movements becoming more measured, more mechanical. Orm watched the seconds tick by; if they lost this point, it was over. Her setter, Kate, looked at Orm with a terse nod, stretching her back to prepare the ball. Orm switched tactics in the last second, using just a pointed shrug of her shoulder to let Becky know it was her turn to advance.
The ball sailed over the net and Orm’s jaw tightened in determination. This was it. She joined the blockers near the net and watched as the others put their pressure on their heels, ready to block the team’s advance. As the other two blockers watched the ball, Orm shifted her attention to the wing spiker’s feet and her lips curled into a snarl. The blockers on her side leapt into the air, their arms up above their heads and Orm watched the confusion in the setter’s eyes as she held back, just a second, before joining them in the air.
The opponent lost the element of surprise; the captain’s prediction was right: the striker timed her jump a second late. The ball hit Orm’s arms with a loud smack and fell to the floor; the opponents scrambling to receive. A loud whistle marked the end of the set and Orm threw her head back in an animalistic roar and the crowd found its voice again. The entire room let out a collective breath they had been holding back.
Becky slapped Orm on the back, “Good job ace.”
The tension didn’t let up throughout the third set; the opponent’s libero was becoming a problem. She was simply too good at predicting their spikes. Orm pivoted again; taking the setter’s place in the next shuffle. Her team understood the command that would never come; they all had to be prepared to strike.
With the simple change in strategy, the tide turned in an instant. Without the libero’s instincts, Orm managed to find constant weaknesses to exploit in their ranks. The entire time Lingling watched in rapt attention – the way Orm’s arms rippled, the way her voice became deeper with every set from the strain of barking orders. And her mind; her eyes moved across the court, studying every move like a caged animal.
She startled herself when she wondered if Orm could take orders as well as she could give them and a sinful vision flashed in her mind – Orm breathing over her, sweat dripping down her chest, her fingers pinning Lingling in place, mindlessly following the orders whispered between them…
The shrill whistle broke Lingling out of her reverie – they’d won. She watched as their team lifted Orm in the air, making her shorts ride up her thighs, giving Ling a peek of the place her milky white thighs met her ass. Ling looked away, horrified at her indulgence. She hated these matches. And more than everything, she hated Orm Kornnaphat.
Half a decade before they were born, their mothers Noi Kwong and Fah Kornnaphat built their business KK Industries together. It didn't take long for Noi’s charm and business savvy and Fah’s sheer intellect, coupled with the fact that they were both ruthless businesswomen, to take their business to new heights. Orm and Ling grew up close – they spent the first ten years of Orm’s life in each other’s company.
But then the cracks started to appear – Fah and Noi started to disagree on the most fundamental of things. They tried to keep their company together but the resentment shimmering beneath the surface made one thing obvious – they couldn't stay in business together. So KK Industries became Kwong Enterprise and Kornn Limited – the only thing that survived the long drawn legal battle was the resolve to be the last one standing.
Noi and Fah’s rivalry seeped into their personal lives as they both trained their daughters to take over their empire. If they didn't succeed in taking the other out, the mantle would fall to their daughters.
By the time they entered college, the competition that was forced upon them became a part of their DNA – the reasons didn't matter, their history didn't matter. Ironically, Lingling inherited Fah’s intellect and she threw herself into academics, filling her portfolio with certificates of achievements from conferences and competitions and Orm took to Noi, her charm making her an effortless communicator – it made her hot-headed and reckless but she never got in trouble. While her grades never fell far behind Kwong’s, sports became a necessary outlet, making her an enticing target for scouts from international colleges.
Becoming student president was the feather in Ling’s cap and winning that volleyball match while scouts watched her every move like hawks from the stand was Orm’s shot at glory. Lingling Kwong the genius and Orm Kornnaphat the star.
And a star she was that night at the afterparty, everyone seemed to gravitate to her, armed with congratulations, flirtatious advances or both. Her skin seemed to gleam under the club’s neon lights, almost like the victory lit a light inside her that was seeping out of her pores.
She cut an imposing figure in the stiff black blazer with stark white lapels that contrasted with the black bralette inside. Once the initial excitement died down, she planted herself near the bar, her arm draped around Ying’s waist as the brunette placed open mouthed kisses against her neck, clearly inebriated.
Goosebumps danced on Orm’s skin, her mind detaching from Ying’s presence, when she watched her walk through the door like she owned the place. Her sky blue dress shimmered where the light hit the gemstones as she walked through the crowds greeting everyone in her path. She’s so full of herself, Orm thought, spiteful, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the win but her blood turned hot when Lingling turned in her direction. Her low neckline left little to the imagination, the tight curves of her breasts straining against the dress, pushed up by the black corset around her waist.
“You okay baby?” Ying mumbled near her neck, her fingers trailing circles on her exposed skin. Orm dragged her fingers through Ying’s hair and pulled her in for a kiss, the pulsing lights making her dizzy. Orm opened her eyes and her gaze locked into Lingling, watching her from her side of the bar, her gaze distant and dark. The music boomed in Orm’s ears, the very tiles under her feet vibrating from the bass. Orm put her hands on Ying’s hips and slowly dragged them up her back, eliciting a moan from her and a twitch in Ling’s eyebrow.
Ling and Orm had barely said a complete sentence to each other in the past few months but tonight felt different. Ling’s breath hitched; she had heard rumours of Orm moving from one woman to another but none of them lasted. And Ling barely ever saw any of them around Orm, until Ying. Maybe it was because she was Orm’s friend or because she shared her reputation. But the sight of Ying wrapped all over Orm made an uncomfortable knot grow in Ling’s stomach. Did they forget they’re in public? Ling scoffed to herself but she knew how hollow her complaint was. This was a college party; basically a room full of raging hormones.
Like the bag of hormones sidled up next to her – Chet had been a horrible mistake, one stray kiss at a party last year. And then he just hovered around her at every party despite her constant rebukes but tonight, Ling felt a gnawing itch under her skin. Her eyes still locked into Orm, she turned her body slightly to the side and Chet almost bloomed in glee.
“Come home with me,” he whispered, his voice shaking with desperation and it made Ling’s skin crawl.
“I’m not going anywhere with you Chet; I’m not interested,” she muttered under her breath, loud enough for only him to hear. But he kept pushing. Orm had been enjoying the tension in Ling’s gaze but the flecks of something new in her body language bothered her. She extracted herself from Ying right as a junior across the room caught Ying’s eye. She winked at Orm and pressed a soft kiss on her lips before walking away.
Orm made her way towards Ling, bristling at the way her body seemed to shrink away from Chet’s advances. “...a time you won’t forget,” is all she heard him say, his lips pulled in a lecherous sneer when she reached them. Ling’s eyes widened in shock as the next few seconds passed in a blur.
The tip of Orm’s sleeve whispered against her nose in a flash as her fist connected with Chet’s jaw, knocking him right off his feet into the bar stools behind him.
Ling looked at the eyes turning in their direction – she couldn’t afford to have a bar brawl in her record. The weight of her mother’s expectations and the strained history with Orm overwhelmed her senses as she watched Chet scramble to his feet. She watched in horror as Orm pulled her arm back again and, before she could see sense, shoved the younger woman away.
She expected to see hurt in Orm’s eyes but instead, her pupils dilated in desire. Chet tried to reach out; Orm only had to lightly flex her arm for him to retreat into the crowd around them, his mouth opening and closing around nothing. With a satisfied smirk Orm turned to look at Ling, her head tilted slightly to the side, “You shoved me.”
“I’m so-” Ling’s voice turned into a gasp when she felt Orm’s fingers wrap her around her wrist in a vice-like grip. “Let me go,” she finally breathed out, “People are looking. ”
Orm scoffed,”Of course. Prim, perfect Kwong. Can’t be seen with the wild child.”
“What would you rather I do? Go around punching people in bars?”
Orm avoided the question and Ling gulped as she followed her gaze to her chest, the bronzer between her tits mixing in with her sweat like rivulets of gold. The grip on her wrist tightened as Orm moved in closer, “I’ve always liked that you’re shorter than me.”
Ling felt like she was on a rollercoaster, waiting for the dip, her breath catching in her throat. She raised her eyebrow in question, not trusting her voice to not quiver if she spoke. And she couldn’t give Orm the satisfaction. But she couldn’t stop the way her thigh brushed against Orm, the bulge in her pants shifting slightly from the contact.
“I like you having to look up at me. Makes me wonder how much better it would be if you were down lower,” Orm finally said, her voice rumbling in the space between them, and Lingling placed her free hand on Orm’s chest, considering pushing her away. But the feeling of Orm’s chest heaving under her fingers shattered her resolve and she curled her fingers into Orm’s jacket instead.
She watched Orm’s lips part at the move and Ling felt her dominant streak click into place. “Say your goodbyes to your swooning fans and meet me outside in 2 minutes,” Ling said, shoving Orm away again without letting go of her jacket. Her grip pulled Orm back into her the second after she pushed her away and she saw the younger woman stumble in place, “2 minutes Orm.”
The authority in Ling’s voice made heat pool in Orm’s stomach, radiating all the way down her thighs. Everything in her screamed in protest – she wasn’t going to follow Lingling Kwong to her room like a desperate puppy just because she asked, was she? The answer, Orm realised, was an embarrassing yes.
Orm walked outside the club to see Ling standing next to a sleek bike, her hair flowing softly in the wind. The hem of her dress caught the breeze and fluttered against her legs, stretching against the curves of her hips and thighs. Orm licked her lips as her cock twitched at the sight.
Ling pushed the slit on the dress to her side and mounted the vehicle like a steed, her pale skin striking in the moonlight. Orm caught the faint hint of translucent tights and her vision clouded. “Are you just going to stand there ogling me?” Ling’s voice cut through the night and Orm groaned in protest. It’s a good thing she found the woman’s personality downright unbearable or those curves and that olive skin would prove to be dangerous.
Orm positioned herself behind Ling and planted her hands on her own thighs, unsure. Ling revved the bike and it lurched ahead; Orm’s hands flew to her waist to stabilise herself. Orm watched Ling’s eyes flicker down to her hands in the rearview mirror and her eyes shone with mischief.
The younger woman started gliding her arms up Ling’s chest, resting at the exposed skin, grazing her fingers on the corners of Ling’s taut breasts. The bike wobbled slightly before Ling growled out, “Are you trying to get us killed?”
Orm laughed before placing her hands on Ling’s waist again, her grin widening when she noticed Ling speed up. Impatient. Beautiful.
The two women all but ran up the flight of stairs to Ling’s room. The door had barely clicked in place when Ling dragged and shoved Orm to her bed. “This is the third time you’ve shoved me in the past half an hour,” Orm said as she shrugged over her blazer, leaving her in her lacy black bralette and her dress pants.
Ling wrapped her hands around Orm’s neck and squeezed the sides slightly; the latter’s lips parted open as the world unfocused around her. Ling leaned down and grazed her teeth over Orm’s ear, “You love it.”
A wave of doubt crashed over Orm – the years of rivalry, the threat of her mother’s disapproval, and above all, the teenage crush on Ling she had buried deep down all mingling in her mind, overpowering her senses. She gasped around the way her throat was tightening in Ling’s grasp, “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
The desire in Ling’s eyes was replaced with a mix of hurt and anger and Orm wished she could turn back time and take back the words. Right when she opened her mouth to speak, Ling stepped back putting some distance between them and walked over to the study table on the opposite side of the room. “You’re right. You should go back to the party. I’m sure you’ll find someone to help with that,” she absentmindedly waved her hand in the direction of Orm’s obvious erection, “in no time.”
Orm should’ve felt insulted by the implication in Ling’s words; a better woman would have probably stormed out of the room. Instead, Orm stared at the contours of Ling’s ass through the dress and the stockings – those goddamn stockings – peeking through the slit. Ling accidentally shuffled some papers onto the floor and bent over to pick them up – the way her back stretched and curved replaced all the doubt in Orm’s head with a low buzzing.
Her temper flared again at the way Ling had managed to hollow out the contents of her head. This is her fault. She wanted revenge and the answer was clear as day – she would have to fuck her stupid, till she was nothing but a babbling mess under her, ideally with her back stretched out like it is right now.
Before she could change her mind, Orm strode over to Lingling right as the older woman straightened up and pulled her flush against her arousal with a firm grip on her waist. “Are you calling me a slut ?” the last word fell from Orm’s lips like a curse.
Ling turned to look at Orm, panic flashing in her eyes, “No, Orm I’d never-”
“Then fuck me like one,” was all Orm said before driving Ling forward against her desk, flipping her so she was facing Orm.
A breathy moan escaped Ling’s lips as Orm pushed her desire into the space between her thighs, feeling the gemstones on her dress dig into her skin just right.
Lingling fiddled with her drawer even as her chest rose and fell, Orm following the movement with her eyes. She finally pulled out the tie that went with their uniform and looped it around Orm’s neck; pulling a makeshift knot tight around the centre. Orm gasped from the contact and dug her nails deeper into the soft flesh of Ling’s hips.
Ling reached down and palmed at her clothed shaft, smiling when it quivered under her touch. Desire flooded into her cunt; the slick coating the apex of her thighs. Ling wrestled herself out of Orm's grip, earning a breathy whine and curled the tie around her fingers, dragging Orm behind her on the leash. Orm followed, dumbfounded, the ache from her cock had spread to her back and shoulders; the tension between them bearing down on every single fibre of her being.
Ling settled by the headboard and tugged Orm on to her and the younger woman was on her instantly. Orm licked a wet path between Ling’s tits, a salty twinge coating her tongue. Ling’s musky scent mingling with the notes of cedar in her perfume was intoxicating and it shut down the synapses in Orm’s brain. Ling is a drug. Orm nestled her nose into Ling’s chest and took a deep breath before pushing the straps of Ling’s dress off her shoulders.
Orm’s eyes clouded over in lust and a deep, primal hunger at the sight. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around one rosy bud, using her other hand to pinch the nipple on the other side.
Lingling hissed and bucked into Orm before her hand tangled in Orm’s hair, her short nails digging into the latter’s scalp. She raised her back slightly off the headboard, pushing her breast into Orm’s willing, hot mouth. Orm bared her teeth and tugged on it, her other hand roughly kneading the soft mound before she captured Ling’s bottom lip between her teeth.
A moan slipped out between them and Ling let Orm’s tongue continue its brutal assault in her mouth. Their teeth and tongues clashed in a battle for dominance with Orm’s teeth sinking into Ling’s lip in a painful nip. Watching Orm unravel on top of her, her stiff cock pressing into her thigh as the muscles of her throat throbbed against Ling ’s tie was exhilarating.
Ling reached out and unclasped Orm’s bralette with shaking fingers and pushed her onto her body with her palm splayed across the small of her back. Their chests connected with a soft, cushiony thump and Orm dragged her tits up to Ling’s collarbones, her nipples grazing over Lingling’s making sharp needles of desire stab under Ling’s skin.
Orm nipped where Ling’s collarbone jutted out of her skin and Ling craned her neck as a throb travelled straight to her folds. Without warning, Orm dragged her nails down the side of Ling’s neck in a sharp line and the woman almost wailed from the sensation.
Orm heard the sound of a zip before the rest of the fabric covering Ling’s body fell down on her sides. She felt the pull on her neck loosen for a second and she used the momentary respite to push herself up on her arms to start peppering kisses all over Ling’s chest down to her stomach and the sharp bones of her hips.
The kisses turned into nipping and biting and Ling squirmed under her, spreading her legs open. Orm felt a damp heat against her body where her skin met Ling’s soaking cunt and she jerked into her body slightly.
“God, fuck. Put that mouth to some use, Orm,” Ling said through heavy breaths, her voice clipped.
“So bossy,” Orm replied, her voice devoid of the usual bite, “Are these tights expensive?”
Orm pressed Ling’s hips down with a force that was sure to leave deep, possessive marks on her soft skin before leaning down and sucking on her through the mesh. Ling’s head fell back with a soft thud against the headboard before both her hands dragged Orm’s head closer. Ling’s heady scent surrounded Orm and she closed her eyes, letting the sweet taste wash over her. If Ling wasn’t a drug before she definitely was now and Orm was addicted.
“Answer me Kwong,” Orm growled, the vibration sending an electric jolt through Ling’s spine.
Ling shook her head in a ‘no’, the sound of her breathing getting faster and heavier in impatience. With a predatory grin, Orm hooked her finger between Ling’s thighs and ripped the tights open, revealing her glistening folds. Orm licked her lips before she dove into Ling’s pulsating core, her slick desire instantly smearing around her mouth.
Orm lapped at her like she was parched, her pace consistent even when Ling’s thighs clamped around her like a trap. Orm took Ling’s clit between her lips in sharp tugs, looking up to see Ling’s eyes trained on the ceiling, her mouth agape in a permanent groan.
Orm licked up and down, gathering her juices in her mouth, letting the sugary-tangy liquid pool below her tongue sometimes before swallowing. She felt Ling’s thighs quiver and shake around her ears and she pulled away to plant a sharp bite on the inside of Ling’s thighs.
Ling cursed and wrenched Orm’s head back staring into her amber orbs, her eyes thick with unbridled arousal and irritation. “You’re a fucking tease,” Ling gasped before pulling Orm’s mouth into her again. Orm pushed her tongue into Lingling twice, moving her hands under Ling’s body to grab onto her ass to spread her wider.
Orm flattened her tongue against her clit, feeling the bundle of nerves throb against her before pushing two fingers into her trembling walls. Ling’s moans and whimpers filled the room, bouncing off the walls and Orm’s pale skin. Orm curled her fingers and twisted them inside Lingling, earning another sharp tug in her hair as Ling’s body slammed into the wood behind her.
Orm slowed down, moving her tongue in soft circles around her clit, enjoying the way a fresh wave of Ling’s arousal dripped down her chin. Ling’s face was blushed, a red tint colouring her down to her stomach. Tendrils of her dark hair stuck to her face, her nipples tight in dark brown nubs. Her tits shuddered from the shivers wracking her body and her eyes looked bloodshot. Orm loved the sight of the prissy student body president spread out for her but she needed to hear her beg. She was at her own limit too, her prurience pressing painfully into the mattress. But it would be worth the wait.
“Kornnaphat, you brat,” Ling growled before pushing her hips into Orm again but Orm pulled away, a devilish smile on her face, “Is that how you talk to someone who has you eating out of the palm of her hands?” Orm rebuked with an exasperating tsk. A storm swirled in Ling’s head; half of her wanted to push Orm off the bed and throw her out of her room, the insolent, frustrating tease. Who looked so hot with her juices on her chin, coating her lips like gloss…
Ling gave in with a desperate hum, “ Please? ” Orm let out an obnoxious laugh before diving into Ling’s heat again, her movements relentless. She matched the swipes of her tongue over her clit with the push of her fingers inside her, sometimes spreading her digits in a scissor-like motion against the rough ridges of her G-spot. Ling came hard with a curse, her nails digging into Orm’s scalp with a sting so sharp she was convinced she would feel it for days.
Orm moved up on Ling’s body, making sure to drag her nails up her hips and her waist, enjoying the goosebumps that erupted in her wake and sunk her teeth into the base of Ling’s left breast. She latched on to the plush skin where it met her torso and sucked a dark red bite into her skin, her own drool smearing across Ling leaving shimmering tracks behind.
She moved higher, looking into Ling’s eyes, glazed over from her orgasm. As they stared into each other’s eyes, their bodies heaving from the exertion and the raw animal greed thrumming beneath the surface, something shifted in Ling’s eyes and Orm gulped. The way the older woman’s eyes roved over her, her lip caught under her teeth, left her feeling breathless and nervous. She felt like prey, trapped under the heat crackling between them.
Ling took a deep, shuddering breath, her thighs still twitching under Orm’s body, “Move higher,” she panted and Orm followed in a trance.
Ling’s deft fingers made quick work of Orm’s zipper, pushing her pants and boxers down to her thighs. Her shaft sprang up, beads of pre cum hanging onto her tip. With another satisfied hum Ling reaches for the tie still hanging around Orm’s neck and tugs her closer, making her cock press against her stomach.
Ling beamed at the feeling and tried to clamp her thighs shut when a familiar ache rose again. She slid down from her perch against the headboard till her head hit the pillow and Orm’s dick pushed up into her sternum. Orm opened her mouth to say something but all that escaped her mouth was a throaty groan when Ling brought her arms up and pushed her tits together, sheathing Orm between them.
“Ling ohgmkgod,” Orm’s body jerked forward from the sensation, her palm making contact with the wall above the bed with a loud slap just in time to keep her upright. Ling, oblivious to the way Orm’s heart was erraticly pounding in her ears, pushed her tits up and down around Orm’s cock, raising her head up just a smidge to tongue her slit.
The sounds leaving Orm stopped being human minutes ago – she spoke in garbled nonsense and gruff curses, her hips thrusting into the warm, pillowy tunnel.
“Not so cocky now, are-” Ling sneered but Orm pushed the words back into her throat by stuffing three fingers into her mouth, still sticky from Ling’s own arousal. The sight almost blinded Orm – the obscenity of it all – her cock thrusting between Ling’s tits while she choked around her fingers, moaning like she was built for Orm’s pleasure.
And yet there she was, putty in the woman's hands.
Orm felt a familiar ache at the base of her desire and tried to still Ling’s movements, “Slow down…mmmf…close.” But the admission only spurred Ling on. She put her lips around the tip and somehow sucked the air out of Orm’s lungs through the slit.
“Yes baby just like that, let me paint you gggnnh,” Orm groaned before releasing hot ropes of come on Ling’s neck and chin. Ling put her tongue out to catch the spill that reached higher, moaning from the taste and Orm’s life flashed in front of her eyes in vivid detail.
This was Ling’s plan all along, she thought, She's going to fuck me to death.
Ling spread the sticky liquid around her neck down to her tits with a disapproving tsk before licking her fingers, “What a waste…captain.” If the “baby” from Orm’s lips softened the edges of Ling’s heart, Ling’s choice of a term of endearment made Orm stiff…
Again.
Orm shifted uncomfortably, her dick spasming on the delicate planes of Ling’s stomach. Ling adjusted under Orm, letting her head settle on the pillow better and it knocked Orm off balance. The younger woman braced herself with her arms planted on Ling’s sides and let out a, honest to god, giggle. She clamped a hand on her mouth in shock while Ling felt her chest tighten with affection at the sound; a sound she missed.
For a second, Orm watched the way the lines around Ling’s eyes crinkled and an iron grip clasped around her heart, almost like her mind was trying to push the memory of Ling out. Both women snapped out of the tender moment together and Orm placed her hands on Ling’s hips, pressing her fingers into her lush skin, and separated their bodies by just an inch so her cock could slip down and tease Ling’s quaking entrance. Orm leaned in and bit into the little bulge of muscle right under Ling’s hip that had been driving her crazy since they started.
She felt herself drool over the way Ling felt in her mouth, sucking and biting another bright red mark. Ling started rolling her hips, wincing from the pain mixing with the ache between her thighs.
“You’re so sweet Lingling,” Orm whispered harshly before flipping Ling onto her back. Ling’s mind fogged over, her mind zeroing in on the feeling of Orm’s thick bulge pressing into her ass. With an unsteady whimper, she pushed herself off the bed and pressed harder against Orm’s thighs earning a restless groan, “You’re so impatient.”
Ling looked over her shoulder to see Orm take the tie off her neck with a swish and choked on her breath when Orm yanked her hands behind her back and swiftly secured her wrists together. Ling’s face crashed into the mattress below her while Orm spread her open with her fingers earning incoherent whimpers and babbled from her.
Orm lined her tip near her entrance and pushed the tip in and out a few times. Ling moaned and arched her back into Orm, desperate for more. More. More. Orm scolded her with a tight slap to her ass before biting down on the faint red mark her strike left behind. Ling bit her lip around a moan as her thighs quivered from the impact.
“Behave,” Orm growled before striking her other cheek, harder. Ling let out a whine of pure, white hot pleasure. Orm let out a brassy laugh, “Damn Ling. I asked you to fuck me like a slut and here you are, bent over, begging for me.”
“Y—yeyes. Use me captain,” Ling begged, twisting around her restraints. Orm’s voice softened by a speck before she trailed her free hand down Ling’s spine. Her other hand had the free end of the tie wrapped around it.
A guttural moan ripped through Ling’s throat when Orm slammed her onto her dick with a sharp tug on the tie. Ling’s wrists burned from the impact but she could only bite down on her sheets.
“You have a safe word?” Orm asked through gritted teeth as she fucked her senseless into the mattress, marking and bruising her back.
Ling’s eyes were blown out and pleasing, her voice coming out in cracked moans, “Pine-puh–pineapples.”
Orm couldn’t help but smile. Adorable. “Good girl.”
Ling didn’t know how much time passed, her mind overtaken by the loud slapping sound of their bodies meeting, precum mixing with slick. She could feel herself clenching painfully around Orm and each time Orm hissed and punched in harder.
Orm moved her hand higher and grabbed her trapped wrists and moved her entire body over her cock. Ling felt her orgasm hurtling towards her and it ripped out of her body without warning. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she thought she would pass out.
Orm was relentless, not slowing her pace even as Lingling rode out her orgasm, screaming Orm’s name till her throat hurt. “Fuck, you feel so good around me baby,” Orm crooned and it made the older woman hot with arousal. She choked around a sob as her pussy pulsed and threatened to push Orm out.
Orm lost her final grip on sanity at the sight of Ling soaking her length and the discarded fabric of Ling’s dress under them. She reached around and stroked Ling’s swollen clit. “No, please, I can’t,” Ling mewled, her thighs shaking hard enough to make the bed creak. Orm huffed out a laugh, “Once more baby.” Ling squealed as Orm jackhammered into her dripping folds, hitting the right spot every single time.
Ling’s knees gave way as she squeezed her eyes shut as Orm slipped out of her when her body collapsed on the bed. Orm was in pain, her cock tight and throbbing from the restraint she had shown, but she focused on the spent woman under her instead. She untied Ling’s wrists and massaged the tender skin before moving to knead soft circles on the insides of her thighs with one hand, the other stroking her desire in jerky movements.
Ling groaned in relief, her eyes fluttering open to land on the way Orm’s hand moved over her. With all the energy she had left, and it wasn’t a lot, she stopped Orm’s hand and wrapped her own fingers around her shaft instead, slowly guiding her back between her thighs.
Orm massaged her thighs harder and smiled, “It’s okay.”
“Please, I need to feel you inside me.”
Orm watched as Ling bloomed open for her and she ran her hand through her hair with something between a groan and a growl before entering her again, much slower this time. She was overcome by a desire to hold Ling close and whisper praise into her hair. She almost laughed at how unlikely that was – Ling probably wouldn’t even meet her eyes tomorrow and that thought twisted her guts in a knot.
Tears sprung around Ling’s eyes from the constant waves of pleasure that prickled from her toes to her eyes. Orm’s thrusts grew erratic and she reached over to the base of her shaft to pull out but Ling’s clasped her thighs around Orm’s waist and locked her in place.
With a weak grunt, she planted her heels behind Orm and yanked her closer. Orm fell over and sunk her teeth into Ling’s neck, muffling her scream, as she coated Ling’s insides with her thick release.
Lingling reached out and brushed her hair away from her eyes and Orm felt her skin warm with a rapidly spreading blush at the gesture. Before Orm could say a word, Ling wrapped her hands around her neck, a serene smile lighting up her features, and pulled her into her body.
Orm swallowed the lump in her throat, chalking Ling’s affection down to post-fuck lightheadedness. Meanwhile Ling matched her breath to Orm’s, breathing in the sweet citrusy scent of her perfume. She wouldn’t admit it in a million years but having Orm in her arms after more than a decade felt like she could finally breathe again.
They lay in each other’s arms for a minute before Orm cleared her throat and stumbled off the bed. “Stay there,” she mumbled, her body bare except her black cotton boxers, and turned to walk into the washroom, her movements unsure. She hesitated for a second but turned around and placed a tender kiss on Ling’s forehead. Ling’s breath left her body in whispers as she sighed from the contact.
For the next hour, Orm wiped Ling’s body with a damp towel in gentle strokes and the woman under her moaned and curled into her touch. Orm considered waking her up to change the sheets but she couldn’t bring herself to move, transfixed by the sleepy noises Ling was making, her eyes shut.
Orm stared at Ling for a beat, her heart thrumming in her chest. She traced the curve of Ling’s nose and it twitched under her fingers. Ling’s eyes fluttered open and Orm jerked her hand away like she had been burned. “Sleep well,” Orm whispered, trying not to startle her and reached over for her clothes.
She watched Ling’s eyes flicker around the room, her gaze pointed and conflicted at the same time. Ling turned to her side, her face inches away from Orm, and placed her fingers on Orm’s wrist. “Stay?”
Orm hesitated for a second before giving in to the voice screaming in her head to listen, listen, LISTEN. “Of course,” she whispered, placing multiple kisses on Lingling’s knuckles before she settled in behind her on the bed.
Praying to the gods that her act of bravado wouldn’t result in her getting thrown out of the room, Orm gingerly placed an arm around Ling’s waist. Instantly, Ling covered her hand with her own and pulled it tighter around her. Orm felt the scent of Ling’s coconut shampoo coat her senses and she felt the knot in her chest melt away, leaving a light ember burning in her chest. A soft glow. For the stuck up, prissy, adorable student council president in her arms.