This is how things usually went: Caitlyn would sing her heart out on stage, Caitlyn would go backstage and make conversation with the baby dyke that was her opening act during the break before the encore, her hand lightly brushing Vi’s bicep on her way back to the stage, Caitlyn would finish her show with a smile on her face and come down with her skin glossy with sweat.
And every single time, Vi would follow her to the changing room, close the door behind her and grab her girlfriend’s waist from behind, kissing the back of her neck before letting her take a shower.
This time, however, when Vi closed the door, Caitlyn was on her immediately, pinning her to the door with a hand on her shoulder.
Before she could ask if something’s wrong, Caitlyn’s mouth is on hers, hot and heavy, lighting her nerve endings on fire. Vi’s hands found her waist, sliding over hips, down the curve of her ass, bringing her closer. Caitlyn’s right hand made her way up her stomach, her breasts, her collarbone and stays there, pressing down lightly.
“Hm, not that I’m opposed to this, but did something happen?” Vi asked when Caitlyn mouthed her chin, the line of her jaw, her temple. She gasped when Caitlyn’s tongue traced the shell of her ear, slow, wet and so damn sexy.
“They are looking too much. All of them.” Her breath was hot next to her ear and her hand pressed down on her collarbone a bit harder.
Vi huffed a laugh. “Who are they, Cupcake?”
Instead of giving an answer, Caitlyn’s mouth travelled down her neck, biting down the flesh where it met her shoulder. Vi’s hands tightened around Caitlyn’s waist while she parted her legs slightly, bucking her hips down on Vi’s strong thigh, a soft gasp on her lips.
“This shirt is ridiculous,” Caitlyn looked down with an offended frown. “It’s so tight. No wonder everyone’s been mentally undressing you.”
“Are you jealous of the techies, Cupcake?”
“I do not get jealous.”
“You are!” From everyone else, Vi would’ve found it annoying, on Caitlyn’s face though? Jealousy made her look intense and determined. Vi almost wanted to make her jealous on purpose. “If it makes you feel better, you’re the only one I have eyes for.”
Caitlyn huffed a laugh. “That line doesn’t work on me.”
“Whatever you say, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn’s hands came to take Vi’s head on both sides, crashing their lips together hungrily. She couldn’t control the fire licking down the pits of her stomach when Caitlyn kissed her so eagerly, so thoroughly. Vi got lost in the feel of her hands, the warmth of her body, the taste of her mouth.
“I want to get you off,” Caitlyn mumbled on her lips, her mouth never fully leaving Vi’s.
“I want to get you off,” Vi shot back. The wet sound of her mouths colliding was driving Vi insane, the sound way too similar to the one Vi heard when her tongue pressed inside Caitlyn’s cunt. “Sit on my face.”
Caitlyn gasped loudly, her half-lid eyes clouded by lust, her thighs tightening around Vi’s leg. One of her hands trailed down her jaw, stopping at her throat. Caitlyn rested her fingertips on her pulse point, she must’ve known exactly what this move did to Vi, judging by the brief smirk that crossed her lips.
Caitlyn slid the hand that wasn’t resting on her throat down her body, firmly down her breasts, the plains of her stomach, and stopped at the waistband of her jeans. Caitlyn’s mouth traveled from her lips to her ear, her breath hot on her skin. “Can I get you off?”
Vi was grateful for the door behind her back, without it she would’ve lost her footing at the desire dripping from her words. Her fingers itched to touch Caitlyn, to be buried inside her stealing moans from her mouth. However, Caitlyn’s firm, greedy touch was full of promises, her words full of hunger, and Vi loved the idea of being taken apart of by her.
“Yes.” She breathed, Caitlyn swallowed her gasp when she unbuttoned her pants, slid her hand down Vi’s underwear, her short, blunt nails scrapping down her coarse hair, her palm flat against her skin. Caitlyn didn’t move any further down, just kept her hand on her cunt, all the blood in her body rushing there, the heat spreading all the way down her thighs.
The hand on her neck squeezed softly right on her pulse, making Vi puff out heavily. “What do you want, Vi?”
Vi was so used to giving to other partners, Caitlyn’s eagerness to please her put her mind on edge, her entire body trembled with anticipation. She was dizzy with lust, a touch away from losing her mind. The words barely made it out her lips. “Choke me.”
Caitlyn smiled against her lips, then slid her tongue inside her mouth as she squeezed her throat. Between Caitlyn’s hand down her underwear, Caitlyn’s hips grinding down on her and Cailtyn’s hand choking the breath out of her, Vi was ready to pass out. There was something intoxicating about letting Caitlyn touch her, addictive and yearning all at once. She could get used to being taken apart like this.
Vi felt the edges of her vision blur and before she could say anything, Caitlyn’s hand relaxed and she could breathe again. She gasped a mouthful, opening her eyes to stare up at Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes: she looked wild and unrestrained, as if this was as hot for her as it was for Vi. Caitlyn’s hand warming her cunt slipped downwards, her fingers parting her lips easily.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Caitlyn looked her directly in the eyes as she said it and Vi had to look down. It was a bad idea, as Caitlyn’s hand disappearing down her pants was a beautiful sight and it robbed her breath away. Two fingers circled her entrance, but instead of moving inside, Caitlyn withdrew her hand and brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them loudly.
If Vi hadn’t had her back against door, she would’ve surely passed out by now.
“You’re driving me insane, Cupcake.”
Instead of replying, she kissed Vi again and she tasted herself on Cait’s lips as her hands travelled down her body, her touch firm, comforting, scorching hot. When Caitlyn’s hand found itself back down her pants, Vi’s lips bucked forward and one of Caitlyn’s hands grabbed her ass, pressing their bodies closer. Her fingers slid up and down her labia, leaving a wet trail upwards until her fingertips came in contact with her clit and Vi swore.
Her lips found Caitlyn and she kissed and licked and bit, her mouth raw and wanting. Caitlyn’s fingers rubbed on both sides of her clit, the movement delicate and steady, working Vi closer and closer every time she circled around down and back up again. The back of her head hit the door as she threw her head back and moaned, low in her throat.
Cailtyn’s lips, now peppering kisses down the line of her jaw mumbled something Vi’s head was too dizzy to make out. When Vi didn’t reply after a while, her mouth stopped and her fingers stilled. Vi opened her eyes to find Caitlyn’s dark pupils looking down at her.
“Say it, Vi.”
“Say what?” her hips grinded down Caitlyn’s hand involuntarily.
“Say you’re my girl. Say you’re only mine to take of, mine to take apart.”
Vi could barely hold back her grin. “Still jealous of the techies, love?”
“Vi.” Her fingers pressed down her clit hard enough to make her see double, but not long enough to tip her over the edge. The needy sound that left her throat embarrassed her and Caitlyn smiled. “Say it, Violet.”
“Fuck, Cupcake.” Her breath caught in her throat, she pressed her hips down once more, thirsty for some friction but Caitlyn kept her hand still. “Yes, Cait, I’m your girl, yours, yours, yours. Can I come now? Please.”
That was enough for Caitlyn, who went back to the soft stroking, working a steady rhythm that brought her quickly to a gasping, desperate state. Her hips bucked for more contact and Caitlyn’s own legs tightened around the thigh trapped between them. Vi felt a hand sneak around the back of her neck and pull lightly back, Caitlyn’s mouth sucked a bruise down her throat, her teeth grazing lightly, as the pressure on her cunt increased, her stomach tightened and her legs tensed.
Vi came with a loud moan that was surely heard in every corner of the venue, Caitlyn’s hand behind her neck kept her firmly in place while she worked her through the tremors. Vi would have to find a way to make Caitlyn come twice as hard, leave her a mess on their bed, payback for having Vi leave with her soaked underwear.
“Vi? Are you okay?” Vi hummed affirmatively, opening her eyes back with a squint against the light of the dressing room. One of Cailtyn’s slender fingers caressed the side of her neck, she mumbled embarrassed, “I think it’s going to leave a mark.”
“Good. The techies will be jealous of you now.”
Caitlyn laughed, warm and sincere. Vi would’ve done anything to hear that laugh all day. “Sit on my face when we get back?”
“Whatever you want, Vi.” She gave her a chaste peck on the cheek and left to change her own clothes.
When they left the dressing room, a good chunk of the production crew turned their heads to look at them. Vi felt eyes on her neck the whole time she guided Caitlyn to the tour bus. If her hand lingered on Caitlyn’s lower back the whole time, no one mentioned it.
Caitlyn’s promise of more was the only thing in her mind during the ride back to the hotel and if Caitlyn noticed she was a little eager to get them behind closed doors —where she could get lost between Caitlyn’s long legs until the sun came out—, she didn’t mention it.