Web Exclusive, Scene 883 Hayden Night Jane

Jane led Hayden through the narrow upstairs hall. Dust floated in the sunlight slanting through the dormer window, then settled on the polished floorboards. They passed the linen cupboard, the spare bath, the empty guest room. When Jane opened the last door, Hayden’s breath hitched. "This the master?" she asked, stepping past Jane into the high-ceilinged space. Afternoon light washed the crisp white duvet. The room smelled faintly of cedar from the open closet. Hayden turned, eyes dark and curious. She didn’t wait for an answer. She hooked her fingers in Jane’s belt loops and drew her close until their mouths were inches apart. Jane’s pulse stuttered. Outside, a car hummed down the quiet street, but the sound felt miles away. "Your brother’s never taken me like this," Hayden whispered. She dragged Jane’s hand under her thin cotton tee, pressed it to the warm swell of her breast. The nipple tightened under Jane’s palm, a small tight bead. Hayden sighed, the sound soft as velvet. Jane felt heat rush to her cheeks, then straight between her legs. She squeezed once, testing. Hayden arched, encouraging. Her knee slid between Jane’s, denim rasping against denim. She rocked, slow and deliberate, showing Jane exactly where she ached. They didn’t make it to the bed. Hayden sank to her knees right there on the rug, palms gliding down Jane’s thighs. She unbuttoned Jane’s jeans with quick fingers, tugged them low enough to expose the dark lace of her panties. She pressed an open-mouthed kiss through the sheer fabric, tongue flattening against the damp spot growing there. Jane’s hands flew to Hayden’s hair. She held on, hips canting forward. Hayden moaned approval, the vibration traveling straight through fabric and skin. Her fingers hooked the lace aside and her tongue found Jane hot and slick, already swollen. Outside the window a neighbor’s sprinkler ticked. Inside, nothing but the wet sound of Hayden’s mouth and Jane’s ragged breathing. Hayden licked slow circles around Jane’s clit, then sucked gently, the pull sending sparks up Jane’s spine. Two slender fingers slid in without resistance, curved just right, and Jane clenched around them, thighs shaking. Hayden looked up, lips shiny, eyes heavy. "Let me hear you," she said, voice low. She thrust deeper, curling, pressing that spot that made Jane’s knees give. Jane came hard, biting down on her own wrist to stay quiet. The orgasm rolled through her in heavy pulses while Hayden kept licking, gentle now, easing her down. Afterward, Hayden rose. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then leaned in to kiss Jane slow and deep, letting her taste herself. "Your brother doesn’t have to know," she whispered against Jane’s lips. Jane swallowed, fingers still tangled in Hayden’s hair. Sunlight slid across the bedspread, untouched. The house stayed perfectly silent, waiting for them to keep the tour going.