Those Who Wait

by Haley Cass

“It just so happens

“That I love telling people what to do.”

She’d gotten to know the way Sutton’s thighs trembled and tightened around her head when she was about to come. When she could feel that Sutton was trying to still hold on to control, but couldn’t. She’d become intimately familiar with the breathy sounds that

escaped from the back of Sutton’s throat when she was just about to let go. She’d learned several of the spots that made Sutton go weak, the spots that made her hips jerk against Charlotte’s with want.

She knew what it was to take Sutton slowly, to walk her through what she was doing. To tease – just a little. She’d ventured last time into fucking her faster and harder, and had been shocked when after Sutton had screamed ...

“You, too,” Caleb shot back, wiggling his eyebrows and this time she couldn’t help but huff out a laugh as she turned away, shaking her head.

But – Alia. Charlotte couldn’t shake that nagging feeling that Alia wanted Sutton the

exact same way she did. And who wouldn’t? Sutton was gorgeous, smart, and inspired feelings of endearment and affection effortlessly. As she pursed her lips in thought, she gave a brisk knock on the door. Alia Haddad, regardless of how much Charlotte inherently didn’t trust or like her, wasn’t the problem here. Other people were always going to find Sutton attractive or want to be with her. That was fine; great.

It was in the easy way that Sutton melted back against the wall that sent another, deeper thrill through her. The need to take Sutton, to make sure that she was the only one to do this . . . it was all she could think of now.

“That for as long as we’re sleeping together, we’re the only ones. I won’t sleep with anyone else, and neither will you,” she clarified, her fingers itching to touch all of that soft, smooth skin again.

“I want you,”

“Now. Not soft and slow, not stripped in your bed. I want to make you come right here, darling. Is that okay?”

“I want – yes. Now.”

It was hours later, after they’d moved from the kitchen to the bedroom, after she’d made Sutton come again, and had the favor returned – twice, while also learning that Sutton not only enjoyed being taken hard and fast but she was also pretty amazing at giving it – that they laid in Sutton’s bed.

Because at least now she knew that this – this insane person knew Sutton somehow and that she wasn’t about to be murdered.

She’d always been a light sleeper, and not only did she somewhat wake up when Charlotte slipped out of bed, but once she’d heard a thump and Charlotte’s semi-shouted words, she’d been wide awake.

“Regardless of the lovely time we’re all having, I do have work in the morning. It was quite the experience meeting you Alex, always a privilege to see you Regan. If you’ll excuse me.”

and she’d seen that her jacket was gone. The one that Charlotte had stolen from her. Well, granted, she’d left it at Charlotte’s that first night. But Charlotte had been keeping it from her, deliberately! Wearing it herself.

would have to go almost immediately after, leaving Charlotte

“Good luck on your application, darling. I hope you get in.”

and texting her best friend to stop giving attitude to her – her Charlotte.

“And what does your Spencer girl have to say about this invitation?”

“Come here.” For a moment, she thought Sutton meant here as in, to her. Before she realized that Sutton was instead gesturing at the couch,

“All right, brat, we’ll see just how tough you are then, won’t we? When do you leave?”

Sutton might not have been an expert on reading people, but she’d spent so much considerable time in the last months talking to Charlotte, both in and out of text, that she knew when something was out of the ordinary. And six days of no conversation was so out of the ordinary for them, it was worrying. It confused her, a lot. And it hurt, probably more than it should.

“I think she’s avoiding me.” Saying the words aloud made her stomach twist uncomfortably, but it was the truth. “I just don’t understand why.”

“Oh, you mean, the girl who came stumbling out of your room half-naked a couple of weeks ago, that Charlotte?”

“Oh, barely,” Alex shot back. “I told Mom that I met her. Literally that’s all I said; not that I met her pants-less in your apartment at two in the morning.”

“Hon, you’ve talked about Charlotte Thompson with me only a handful of times but whenever you do, you get this smile.”

“I didn’t know about the no-pants aspect until moments ago.”

All of her hard-won sleepiness completely scattered, though, when she saw that it was Charlotte calling. And not just a regular phone call, but a FaceTime call. Quickly drawing her hand through her hair but then giving up because it was a mess from tossing and turning, she answered.

“Before I even realized it, really, I was thinking that I’d like to hear your voice.”

“Did I do anything wrong before I left?” She bit her lip, hating that she sounded needy but wanting answers. “Or did I do something to upset you?”

“It’s just – you didn’t really seem in the mood to talk to me. Texts or calls or anything, even though we’ve basically talked almost every day ever since we became friends, so . . . I thought; well, I already told you what I thought.”

“You did nothing wrong, Sutton, you’re honestly – perfect,” Charlotte told her, and she sounded so sincere and looked so serious that Sutton couldn’t not believe her.

“All right, but if you did need something, I’d be here to listen,”

“And that is why you truly are the best friend I’ve ever had.”

But then she registered the low tone Charlotte was using, one that she recognized from when they’d had sex. It was low like when Charlotte would say her name, when Charlotte would tell her what to do to her. Harder, faster, more, God yes – that voice.

“I’m having this energy right now,”

“And I’ve been feeling it ever since I won the debate. Just – this rush of adrenaline. Excitement. Then we were at this little private club the boys have gone to, and the drinks and the dancing . . . mm, well, that only made me feel even more wanting.”

“It was one of my interests listed on the app on which we met, Sutton,” Charlotte’s teasing tone had her gulping. Or maybe it was the way Charlotte moved her arms and let her dress fall in one, sleek motion to the floor.

“I was there, dancing, and getting worked up, and I just kept thinking about how much I wanted to come home and have you make me come.”

Her eyes were glued to her phone screen as Charlotte reached behind her and fluidly undid her bra. Her nipples were already hard, and she slid her hand forward again, pinching at one.

Sutton knew by now just the way to suck and nip with her teeth to feel Charlotte’s back arch, and the whimper that would escape her throat. The way her hands would slide into Sutton’s hair and hold her there.

“God, Sutton . . . you say you’ve never fucked a woman, but you are such a fast learner. Delightfully fast.”

It was so heady. Charlotte’s words adding to the aching between her legs, the fact that not only had Charlotte been turned on for hours – but that she specifically wanted Sutton. Charlotte could have anyone she wanted.

“I thought it was obvious by now what we were doing. I want to come,” Charlotte practically purred, the sound skittering over Sutton, making her shiver. “And I want to see you while I do. I want us both to come, just like this.”

Once again, Charlotte’s hand slid up, coming into view and cupping her own breast before pinching and pulling her nipple. And once again, Sutton’s eyes were glued to the vision before her, and – God, she could hardly contain the moan that wanted to leave her throat.

“Touch yourself, beautiful girl, and tell me,”

“I want you to touch yourself and tell me how wet you are. Tell me what you want, what you wish I was doing to you. God, Sutton, I want you to just moan for me if that’s what you want to do.”