Between the lines • a between us sequel (Ellie Williams x female oc)

𝟐𝟐 • 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾

𝐚/𝐧*  yall... this is SMUT! minors DNI!! Also it's been awhile since i've written smut this explicit and detailed so if it's rusty or feels disconnected I apologize 🙏

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The playlist continues to cycle through the songs, songs that I hand picked as the ones I remember playing in the background all those times Ellie had booked me in that same private room.

Luckily, my nerves died down. I was in my element, a certain type of confidence taking over from the familiarity of the scenario, as long as I didn't think too hard about who I was dancing for.

I worked a little harder than I usually would. I was more touchy.
I spent a lot of time in her lap, facing away as I grinded my ass into her, slow and methodical. Or, I'd spend my time in the other ways, ways that I knew would drive her up a wall- Bent over in front of her, and my hands inching dangerously close towards where her inner thighs met her cunt.

When there was a brief moment when I did meet her eyes, I was viscerally brought back to reality. Her gaze was intense. The same kind of look that she often wore back then right before I found myself underneath her.
But she behaved. She didn't touch me, or even tempt the idea.
It was kind of frustrating. I thought I had this one up on her. I should, I mean... I do this for a living, but she was making it clear, no verbal communication needed, that she wasn't going to be the one to break first.

Challenge accepted.

I was back in her lap, facing her, the song playing at peak time, and my hands exploring her front. Our faces were a mere inches apart, our lips even closer, and my hand moving down from her neck to palm over her breast, squeezing slightly once I realized she wasn't wearing a bra.

If this were the actual club and she was a real paying customer, I'd be pushing the boundaries with this, but she doesn't need to know that.
I continued to push the invisible boundaries until her nipples are erect, sharp against the thin material of her shirt, and arching my back more to get the smallest amount of friction from her lap.

"Sky..." She finally speaks, a break in her demeanor to let out a warning.

"Hm?" I hummed, smiling to myself, my other hand holding her jaw, and moving it to the side to continue the attacks from earlier, remarking her neck to ensure they'd stick.
I feel her tense below me, her hands tightening into fists at her side.

As fun as this was, it was growing incredibly difficult.
My knees were growing shaky, and my cunt pulsed, clenching around nothing except the anticipation of what's to come as I rolled my hips against her lap.

Finally, she breaks, but not in a way I was expecting.

I'm startled as I suddenly felt pressure around my neck, a firm amount to the point I was forced away from her.

During this exchange, we looked at each other, a momentarily fear coursing through me thinking I took it too far.
But instead, she breaks eye contact, her gaze traveling down to my chest and stomach. She loosens her grip before letting go all together, her hand following where her eyes were looking.

Ellie

It was like I had two different people living inside me- one wanting to treat her good, treat her right... Gentle and kind, basically, give her the love and respect someone like her deserved.

The other, however, didn't care about respect.

As I'm looking at her, or more like looking where my hand interacted with her body, her chest visibly began to rise and fall faster, sucking the air so deep that her ribs exposed against the wide-set mesh.