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It’s your life, Bradley. It’s yours. Not his.
Her words felt like a balm to wounds Bradley had been nursing for longer than she’d care to admit. How long had she put her brother first? How long had she had to play the good older sister keeping her family together? She was tired. She was exhausted. She had forgotten how depleted her family made her feel, after so long in New York. The freedom it provided. The freedom Laura provided.
It was a matter of time before life threw another big disappointment at her as if getting outed to the entire world the day before wasn’t enough.
Bradley sighed deeply, closing her eyes. She focused on Laura’s touch; one hand at her thigh, the other near her shoulder. Laura trailed her hand up and cupped her chin again, forcing her to open her eyes.
“You okay?” Her voice was soft and Bradley couldn’t do anything but nod. Laura’s thumb stroked the expanse of her chin and rested on her bottom lip.
It was almost second nature, the way she took her thumb between her lips and gently sucked. Bradley held eye contact as she trailed her tongue on the pad of Laura’s thumb, and the intensity of it made her moan. Laura released a sharp breath. “We can’t do this here.” She whispered.
Bradley released her thumb and clutched at Laura’s arms, a picture of desperation. “Please, Laura, I need you. I need you now.” She might’ve been embarrassed at how needy she sounded if she hadn’t missed her girlfriend so goddamn much the night before. “I couldn’t get any sleep last night without you in my arms, and Hal was sleeping on. My couch again and he had his stupid fucking show on and- I- I need—” Bradley’s breath hitched in her throat and she felt her eyes stinging again. The lack of sleep was catching up to her. She swallowed thickly at the stubborn lump in her throat.
Laura’s palm continued stroking her cheek, her other hand at her back, calming her down. “Shh, calm down, honey. Breathe.” Laura took a deep breath, motioning for Bradley to follow her lead. They breathed in and out a few times until Bradley’s breathing evened. She shivered and collapsed into Laura’s arms again, hugging her tightly.
“Baby, we have a show to continue. But I promise you after broadcast we’ll go back to mine and I’ll give you everything you want.” Laura murmured in her ear. Bradley shivered at the promise for more, excitement finally making its way to her bones.
“That’s in hours.” Bradley groaned, the thought of going out there after the incident with Hal still daunting. She had no idea how she was supposed to brave the rest of the show, how she could look the crew in the eyes. She pulled away and pouted at Laura, who just smiled, indulging her.
“Can you wait? Can you be a good girl for me and hold off for a few hours?”
She always knew just what to say.
“Well, when you put it like that…” She smiled cheekily. Laura chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Good girl, I’m proud of you.” Bradley blushed and looked down, suddenly too embarrassed to look her girlfriend in the eye. Laura cupped her cheeks and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. “I’ll take such good care of you when we get home.”
After the broadcast, Bradley was even more exhausted. Delivering the news of Mitch’s death was heavy, and she felt the weight of the words as they left her mouth. She hadn’t delivered breaking news in a while, and the rush she felt at being the first to report on the death was satisfying, albeit a bit somber.
It’s Mitch Kessler though, and his sorry ass had it coming.
As she finished up her post-show ritual in her dressing room, there was a knock at her door. She knew who it was.
“Come in.”
Laura’s head popped in she smiled, “you ready to go?”
Bradley put on her coat and ruffled her blonde tresses, inspecting her appearance in the mirror. The makeup team did wonders to fix the puffiness of her eyes and redness of her cheeks.
“Yep, let’s go. Is your driver taking us?”
“Yeah, he’s waiting downstairs.” Laura held her arm out to Bradley and she looked at it hesitantly. She decided to throw caution to the wind and looped her arm in the crook of Laura’s elbow. Where it belonged.
Walking down the hallway, barely anyone paid them any mind, and to that she was grateful. Somehow Mitch’s death played to her favor, and suddenly everyone was much less interested in the girlfriends. In any case, Bradley didn’t care who saw them, or who thought what of them. She just wanted to be with Laura.
The car ride to her apartment was quiet. They were seated in the back, and Laura’s hand rested in Bradley’s, stroking her thumb against her knuckles. Physical touch was one of Laura’s love languages, Bradley came to find, and she loved it more than she expected to.
Laura’s doorway and entrance had cleared of photographers and they made their way up easily.
Alone at last, Bradley felt her nerves spike up the moment Laura shut the door behind them. She came up behind the blonde, “let me take your coat.” She whispered, placing a tender kiss on her temple. She eased the coat off Bradley, hanging it with her own near her door. Standing in a button-down, jeans, and sneakers, she felt small in Laura’s wide space. She wasn’t left alone long enough to mull it over before Laura took her hand and led her to her bedroom.
“Wow, straight to the bedroom. No couch action today?” Bradley tried lightening the mood. Some days they barely made it past the doorway. This time was different, though. She could feel it. “No, we need to do this properly.” Bradley felt her heart skip several beats at Laura’s low tone, and her anticipation grew in the form of arousal.
In front of her bed, Laura helped Bradley toe-off her shoes. Immediately, she kissed her, slow and deep, hungry from the day of deprivation she put her through. Her hands reached down to Bradley’s blouse, slowly unbuttoning it and revealing her pale torso and bra. Bradley shrugged the shirt off, her arms going back to Laura’s shoulder, steadying herself on her rapidly liquifying legs. “Take your pants off and lie back down on the bed for me,” Laura whispered.
Bradley made quick work of her jeans and moved to the middle of the bed, head resting against the pillows. “Good girl,” Laura muttered, taking off her own clothes, leaving her in her bra and panties. The hair at the back of Bradley’s neck bristled at the praise.
“Come on.” Bradley moaned, her patience wearing thin.
“All good things take time.” Laura teased, finally, finally, joining her on the bed and hovering over her mouth. She connected their lips again and Bradley’s greedy hands quickly reached for her, anything she could touch. The slope of her back, the curve of her ass, soft skin of her sides. She wanted more. Laura broke the kiss with a tsk. Bradley groaned at the interruption and Laura laughed at her utter need. Laura held her girlfriend’s eyes as she collected her hands and pressed them over her head, leaving her at Laura’s mercy.
“Stay still.”
A jolt of arousal coursed through Bradley at being pinned down, and she felt herself get uncomfortably wet in her panties. She ground her hips against Laura’s to relieve some pressure and Laura quickly got off of her. Bradley could practically cry.
“Mommy-” she moaned as Laura raked her nails down her sternum, moving to her back to unclasp her bra.
“What did you say?” Laura stopped her movements, staring intently at the mess her little girlfriend was in. That spiked her interest.
“N-nothing.” Bradley flushed, embarrassment engulfing her. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why did I say that? She hoped she didn’t kill the mood.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” Laura cupped Bradley’s chin, forcing her to look up at her. She smirked at the blonde’s distraught look. “Say it again.”
“M-mommy.” Bradley tried to look away, flustered, but Laura held her gaze. “Good. You want to be a good girl for mommy?” Bradley groaned loudly at her words, nodding furiously.
“Say it.”
Bradley swallowed. “I want to be your good girl.” Laura kissed her briefly. “Perfect.” She murmured, unclasping her bra and continuing her journey down Bradley’s body. Her tongue on her skin traced fire, a cartographer mapping the plane of her curves, and Bradley quivered in anticipation and disbelief. Her hands fisted at the pillow above her head, unwilling to disobey Laura’s commands. The brunette’s lips ghosted over her panties, mouthing at the damp cotton. Bradley’s breathing grew shallow, the bits and pieces Laura was feeding her doing just enough to keep her burning like a live wire. Laura’s fingers resumed their journey up and down her body, eliciting endless goosebumps and almost sending Bradley to the brink.
“Please…” she muttered, her eyes squeezed shut, her brows furrowed.
“You’re doing so well, honey. So patient for me.” Laura praised, planting an open-mouthed kiss on Bradley’s clothed center, sending her into a blubbering mess. Laura finally decided she’d teased her enough and slowly slipped her underwear off.
She was absolutely soaked.
“Jesus, you’re drenched,” Laura said in awe. Bradley thrust her hips up, egging her on. “Please.”
Laura’s confident hand slowly stroked up Bradley’s slit, her experienced fingers collecting some of her wetness. Bradley sighed loudly at the touch, her eyes squeezing shut. Laura brought her finger up to her mouth and sucked on it, her warm tongue poking out and making Bradley wish it were somewhere else. The sight was almost too erotic to bear.
“Mmmm, you taste exquisite, honey.” Laura teased. “Want a taste?” Bradley nodded vigorously, anxious to get involved in Laura’s actions. She gently connected their mouths again, stroking the flat of her tongue against Bradley’s, and the moan that escaped the blonde’s throat was obscene.
“I don’t know how much longer I can take this wait, m-mommy.” Bradley was desperate, willing to grovel and beg and plead at her girlfriend’s feet for something, anything.
“Oh, but you’re doing so well, baby.” Laura praised, kissing both her cheeks before going back to her previous task. Back between Bradley’s thighs, she felt at home. She licked her way up her slit, reaching her clit and flattening her tongue on the bundle of nerves, the way she knew Bradley liked. Her response was immediate, clutching harder at the plush of the pillow.
“You can move your arms now,” Laura murmured against her clit. She sucked on it gently, working her tongue in little circles. “Fuck.” Bradley groaned loudly, her hands clenching greedily around Laura’s hair, keeping her in place. All thoughts of her brother, of being outed, of the show, all gone. All that was left was Laura. Only Laura.
Laura lapped at her like a woman dying of thirst, taking her for all she’s worth. She snaked her hand to Bradley’s lower lips, stroking the pad of her thumb against the hypersensitive skin. Bradley felt two fingers enter her and she groaned at the sudden intrusion.
“Slid right in, so easily. Your body drives me crazy, honey.” Laura murmured, her breath on Bradley’s clit making her hips buckle. Laura fucked her fingers into her girlfriend, hitting the spots she knew would undo her, all the while relentlessly smothering her clit with affection.
Bradley was a blubbering mess beneath her, and she had never felt more powerful being under someone’s mercy.
“I’m gonna cum—” She sobbed out, absolutely wrecked, ready to be driven off the edge. Suddenly she was left feeling bare and empty. “No, you’re not.” Laura sat back on her haunches, looking down at the blonde’s wrecked figure.
“W-what?”
“Can’t have you cum yet, sweetheart. Sit back.”
Bradley groaned at the interruption, contemplating touching herself and finishing off the job. It was as if Laura could read her mind.
“Bradley, don’t you dare touch yourself.” She demanded, and Bradley’s clit throbbed at the command. Is it possible to be even more turned on?
Laura got off the bed to look in her bedside drawer, pulling out a flesh-colored strap-on and lube. Bradley’s eyes widened at the sight. They haven’t used it much yet, but her mouth watered at the thought of having it inside her. She needed to be filled, she needed to be filled by Laura. Bradley watched intently as she put it on, her pupils blown wide and dark, anticipation eating at her skin. Laura smirked.
“Like what you see?”
Bradley swallowed. “Yes. A lot. But…” Laura raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want me to go down on you first?”
Laura adjusted the straps and sat back on the bed on her knees, lube bottle in hand. “Oh, honey tonight’s about you. We have time for that later.” Bradley would’ve given anything to taste Laura in that moment, but decided against testing her, thrilled by being bossed around while simultaneously being the center of attention.
“Wait, can we try this… without the lube?” Bradley asked. The brunette paused to think for a second. “I suppose. Come here, spread wide for me. “
Bradley lied back, spreading her legs and bending her knees for access. “Good girl.”
Laura held the dildo tightly, stroking it up and down Bradley’s opening, eliciting a hiss and a moan.
“We have to get it nice and wet, don’t we?” Laura smirked, bumping the head of the cock against Bradley’s clit, rubbing it with delicious pressure. “You could cum like this, couldn’t you? With my cock rubbing your clit? You’re so wet, sweetie, I bet I could just slip right in with no problem, couldn’t I?”
Her words, her actions, made Bradley a mess.
“Please.”
“You want mommy’s cock, baby?” Laura teased, easing the head of the dildo into her. Bradley gasped, the girth something she had to adjust to. The stretch was delicious, something she’d been craving for a long time. Laura stopped moving again. Bradley was about to explode.
“Say it.”
“I need your cock, mommy…. Please, please—” She was interrupted by Laura slamming into her, bottoming out in one swift movement. A string of curses left Bradley’s left, incomprehensible as Laura fucked into her. The older woman leaned down, taking one of Bradley’s nipples in her mouth, sucking hard and slathering it with her tongue the way she learned she liked. Bradley’s arms wove around her neck, hugging her to her chest. “Come here.” She mumbled, guiding Laura to meet her mouth in a searing kiss.
“You’re so good to me.” Bradley choked out, senses hyperaware as she was getting fucked.
Laura slowed down her pace, moving her hips in languid motions. “You’re good to me. You’re my good girl.” She punctuated each word in that last sentence with a thrust of the hips, sucking on Bradley’s bottom lip. Laura brought her hand back to her clit, drawing tight circles to the rhythm of her hips. Bradley squeezed her eyes shut again as she became so overwhelmed with Laura. She was everywhere, she was the world; the stars in the sky, the earth at her feet.
Laura’s thumb stroked her chin again, and Bradley hungrily took it in her mouth, sucking on the digit. Her teeth grazed the pad, softly biting down when Laura hit a particular spot. Laura sensed her coming close again. She moved her lips to her ear, biting the lobe softly. “You want to cum, baby?”
“Yes,” Bradley groaned out in agony, releasing her thumb, “please.”
“Cum for mommy, honey.”
With a couple more thrusts of her hips and swipe to her clit, Bradley was gone with a loud scream and Laura’s name on her lips, in what was one of the most powerful orgasms she’s ever experienced.
She saw white.
Laura helped her through it, drawing her down from her high, shallowly thrusting in and out of her until she pulled out. She stroked her blonde tresses and face, slowly bringing her back to the present. She kissed her nose, her chin, her cheek until Bradley opened her eyes again.
“Hi.” Laura smiled. Bradley chuckled. “Wow.” She pecked her on the lips and got up to dispose of the strap.
“Wow indeed.”
“I don’t know where that came from,” Bradley admitted, embarrassment catching up to her in waves. “I might have an idea.” Laura teased, joining her back on the bed.
“Oh right, miss therapy, of course you do.” Laura laughed loudly, acquiescing to the title with a shrug. “Don’t be embarrassed, you know I love experimenting with you, and judging by how long you were gone back there, I think it worked pretty well.” She smiled.
Bradley’s blush simmered, not leaving her yet. She appreciated her, though. Appreciated that she finally had someone she can be open and honest with, someone to share the deepest, ugliest parts of her with.
“I’m glad you liked it, too.”
“Oh, don’t go shy on me now, Jackson.” Laura teased, scooting behind her and pulling her close, nuzzling into the back of her neck.
“Thank you,” Bradley said after a few minutes.
“For what?”
Helping her forget, turning an awful day around.
“Everything.”
“Well, it’s still 12pm. You have plenty of time to pay me back.” She kissed the back of her head and Bradley grinned, turning to pounce on her and show her just how grateful she was.