Chapter 2

Warning - Explicit Content Ahead!

Ava glanced over at the door of the bus's small living space. It was ajar, leaving them vulnerable to anyone walking past or hearing something they shouldn't. The thrill of what they were doing buzzed in her veins, but she knew she couldn't let this moment get derailed by an accidental audience. With shaky hands, she reached out, pushing the door closed with a soft click, sealing them in the tiny room together.

When she turned back, Deborah was watching her, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, her dark eyes gleaming. The air between them was thick with tension now, the kind that made Ava's skin tingle with anticipation.

"Good thinking," Deborah said, her voice low and husky, her fingers idly tracing the waistband of Ava's jeans. "Wouldn't want anyone interrupting us."

Ava swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. The door was closed, and now there was nothing between them and what was about to happen. No distractions, no excuses. Just them.

She nodded, her heart racing, as Deborah's hands moved to the hem of her shirt, tugging it upward. In one smooth motion, Deborah pulled the fabric over Ava's head, leaving her standing there in just her bra and jeans. Ava shivered, not from the cold, but from the intensity of Deborah's gaze as it roamed over her, taking in every inch like she was appraising something valuable.

"You're really sure about this?" Deborah asked, her voice low and gravelly, but there was an undercurrent of care in her tone. Her fingers hovered just above Ava's skin, waiting for permission.

Ava's pulse pounded in her ears, her body practically vibrating with need. She wanted this—she needed this—and she wasn't going to back down now. Not when they'd come this far. Not when Deborah was standing there, offering her exactly what she needed.

"Yeah," Ava whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I'm sure."

Deborah's lips quirked into a smile, something wicked and almost teasing, and then she was on her again, her mouth claiming Ava's in a heated, possessive kiss that left no room for hesitation. Her hands moved quickly, expertly, sliding down to Ava's waist, tugging at the button of her jeans until they came undone.

Ava let out a soft gasp as Deborah's fingers brushed against the bare skin of her stomach, her body arching into the touch. She could feel the heat of Deborah's hands through the fabric of her jeans, could feel the tension building between them, sharp and electric. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and Ava found herself sinking deeper into the moment, letting everything else fall away.

Deborah's lips trailed from Ava's mouth to her jaw, then down to the curve of her neck, her breath warm and ragged against Ava's skin. Each kiss felt like a promise, like Deborah was offering her something more than just physical release—something Ava hadn't realized she was longing for until now.

"You've been holding this in for a while, haven't you?" Deborah murmured against her neck, her hands sliding lower, teasing the waistband of Ava's jeans again. "All that stress. All that grief."

Ava bit her lip, her hands gripping Deborah's shoulders, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. She wanted to respond, to say something witty or sarcastic, but her mind was too clouded with desire, with need. All she could manage was a nod, her body trembling under Deborah's touch.

Deborah chuckled softly, her breath hot against Ava's ear. "It's okay, Ava. You don't have to say anything. Just let me take care of you."

Ava's heart skipped a beat at those words, her breath hitching in her throat. Deborah's hands moved with purpose now, sliding down the curve of her hips, tugging her jeans down in one fluid motion. The fabric pooled at Ava's feet, and she stepped out of them, her legs unsteady, her entire body thrumming with anticipation.

Deborah stepped back for just a moment, her eyes scanning Ava's body like she was taking in every detail, savoring the sight of her. Ava shivered under that gaze, her skin prickling with awareness. She could feel the weight of Deborah's desire, could see it in the way her eyes darkened, in the way her breath came just a little quicker. But Deborah was still in control, still steady, and that steadiness grounded Ava in a way she hadn't realized she needed.

Deborah's hands were back on her in an instant, pulling her closer, her fingers trailing down Ava's bare sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Ava gasped softly, her fingers digging into Deborah's shoulders for support, and Deborah smirked against her neck, clearly enjoying the effect she was having.

"You're so tense," Deborah murmured, her lips brushing against Ava's ear. "Let's do something about that, huh?"

Ava could only nod, her body melting into Deborah's touch, her mind too clouded with sensation to form coherent words. All she knew was that she wanted more—needed more—and Deborah seemed more than willing to give it to her.

Deborah's hand slid lower, her fingers teasing the waistband of Ava's underwear, and Ava's breath caught in her throat, her body arching into the touch. Every nerve in her body was on fire, every muscle taut with anticipation.

Deborah's lips were on her again, hot and demanding, and Ava kissed her back with equal intensity, her hands slipping under Deborah's shirt, desperate to feel the heat of her skin.

Deborah's lips curled into a smirk as Ava's hands roamed under her shirt, fingertips grazing over the warm skin of her back. The control Deborah had been holding onto so tightly started to unravel, but not enough for her to fully give it up. She liked control, needed it, and the way Ava was responding only fed into that desire. Ava's touch was hesitant, trembling at times, but there was something eager beneath it, something desperate that Deborah had no intention of denying.

"Slow down, Ava," Deborah murmured, her voice low but firm, fingers tracing the line of Ava's jaw as she gently tilted her head back, forcing Ava to look up at her. "You're acting like it's your first time touching a woman and we both know that isn't true." Her voice was teasing, but there was a softness to it that made Ava shiver.

Ava swallowed, her breath hitching as Deborah's fingers stroked the sensitive skin of her neck. "No," she managed, her voice a little shaky, but her eyes were locked onto Deborah's, full of challenge. "I just—"

Deborah didn't let her finish. "You're thinking too much," she said, her thumb brushing over Ava's lower lip, the touch so gentle it was almost maddening. "You don't need to think. I'll tell you what to do."

Ava's breath caught in her throat, her body tense and trembling under Deborah's gaze. She wasn't used to this, wasn't used to being told what to do, but something about Deborah's confidence, the way she said it, made Ava feel strangely safe—like all she had to do was let go and trust Deborah to guide her.

"You're already so worked up," Deborah continued, her thumb still brushing Ava's lip, teasing, as her other hand slid down Ava's bare stomach, sending sparks of heat wherever she touched. "All this stress, all that grief. I can feel it." Deborah's voice dropped, low and silky, with that biting edge she couldn't quite hide. "You want me to make it better, don't you?"

Ava couldn't even respond, her head swimming, her body taut with anticipation. All she could do was nod, her lips parting as Deborah's thumb pressed a little harder, a little more demanding.

Deborah smiled, pleased with Ava's silent compliance. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice dark with satisfaction. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Ava's mouth, her lips lingering just long enough to make Ava ache for more. "I knew you'd come to me when you were close to breaking. I've been waiting."

Her words hit Ava like a punch to the gut, equal parts teasing and genuine. She could feel herself sinking deeper into the moment, her mind clouding with desire and something else—something she hadn't allowed herself to admit until now.

Deborah pulled back slightly, her eyes scanning Ava's face, reading every flicker of emotion there. "I can see it in your eyes, Ava," she said, her fingers trailing down Ava's chest, just barely brushing the edge of her bra. "You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?"

Ava's breath hitched, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. She wanted to argue, wanted to say something sarcastic, but the truth was, Deborah was right. She had been waiting for this, waiting for Deborah to do exactly what she was doing now.

Deborah's hands moved with purpose, tugging Ava's bra straps down her arms, exposing her to the cool air of the bus. Ava shivered, a mix of anticipation and nervousness making her pulse race. But Deborah was patient, taking her time, her hands moving with slow, deliberate precision as she guided Ava's bra down and off, tossing it aside.

"God, you're shaking," Deborah murmured, a hint of amusement in her voice as she slid her hands over Ava's now-bare chest, her thumbs grazing over her nipples. Ava gasped at the contact, her hips instinctively arching forward, but Deborah pressed a hand to her stomach, keeping her in place. "Easy, Ava. Don't rush this."

Ava let out a soft whimper, her hands gripping Deborah's shirt, but Deborah just smiled, her eyes darkening with satisfaction. "You need to relax," she said, her voice still soft but commanding. "I'm going to take care of you, but you need to let me. Understand?"

Ava nodded, her breath coming in shallow bursts, her body trembling under Deborah's touch. She didn't know how to respond, didn't know how to control the overwhelming sensations that were coursing through her. All she could do was trust Deborah to lead her through it.

Deborah's hands slid down Ava's sides, her fingers tracing the curve of her waist before settling on her hips. "Good girl," she whispered again, and this time, Ava felt the words like a jolt of electricity, her heart pounding in her chest.

With one swift motion, Deborah pushed Ava back onto the bed, following her down with a grace that felt almost predatory. Ava barely had time to react before Deborah's lips were on hers again, hard and demanding, her hands pinning Ava's wrists to the mattress as she kissed her with a ferocity that left Ava breathless.

Deborah pulled back, her breath ragged, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she looked down at Ava, her body now completely at her mercy. "You're going to go down on me," Deborah said, her voice low and commanding. It wasn't a request, it was an order. "And you're going to be good at it."

Ava's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her nerves on fire. She had imagined this—god, had she imagined this—but hearing Deborah say it, hearing her demand it, was something else entirely.

Deborah slid back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard with a casual confidence that made Ava's stomach flip. She didn't have to say anything more—her expression said it all. Deborah was in control, and Ava was more than willing to follow.

With shaky hands, Ava moved down Deborah's body, her fingers hesitating at the waistband of Deborah's pants. Deborah raised an eyebrow, clearly impatient, but there was a smirk playing on her lips, as if she was enjoying Ava's nervousness.

"Don't keep me waiting, Ava," Deborah said, her voice sharp but teasing. "You wanted this, remember?"

Ava nodded quickly, fumbling with the button of Deborah's pants before finally sliding them down her legs. Deborah shifted slightly, helping Ava remove the last barrier between them, her movements slow and deliberate.

Once Deborah was completely bare in front of her, Ava hesitated for a moment, her eyes taking in the sight of her. Deborah's skin was warm, flushed from their earlier kissing, and her eyes gleamed with a predatory glint that made Ava's pulse race.

Deborah leaned back, one hand lazily resting on her stomach, the other tracing the curve of her thigh. "Come on," she said, her voice a low purr. "Show me what you've got."

Ava's breath hitched, her hands trembling slightly as she lowered herself between Deborah's legs. She could feel the heat radiating from Deborah's body, could smell the faint hint of arousal in the air, and it made her mouth water with anticipation.

She started slow, tentative, her tongue flicking out to taste Deborah's skin. Deborah let out a soft hum of approval, her hand coming down to rest on the back of Ava's head, guiding her but not forcing. Yet.

"That's it," Deborah murmured, her voice both sweet and condescending. "Take your time. I want you to feel how much control you don't have."

Ava shivered at the words, her heart pounding in her chest as she followed Deborah's lead, her tongue moving in slow, careful strokes. She could feel Deborah's body responding, her hips shifting slightly, her breath coming quicker, but Deborah kept herself steady, still in control, still holding Ava exactly where she wanted her.

As Ava's confidence grew, so did her boldness. She pressed her tongue harder, her movements more purposeful, more eager. But just as she was starting to feel like she was in control, Deborah's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her back just enough to remind her who was really in charge.

"Not so fast," Deborah said, her voice low and almost cruel. "I didn't say you could take over. Do it my way, or don't do it at all."

Ava moaned against her, her body trembling with both arousal and frustration. She wanted to take control, wanted to prove herself, but Deborah's hold was unyielding, keeping her in check.

"Slower," Deborah demanded, her voice a low growl now. "I want to feel every second of it."

Ava obeyed, slowing her pace, her tongue moving in long, deliberate strokes that made Deborah's breath hitch.

Deborah's grip on Ava's hair tightened as she let out a slow, deep exhale, her body responding in subtle shifts and movements, but always keeping herself grounded in control. Ava's every movement was dictated by the subtle tug of Deborah's fingers, never allowing her to move too fast, never letting her get ahead of herself. Each swipe of Ava's tongue was followed by a quiet hum of approval, but the tension in Deborah's body remained coiled, restrained, as if she was enjoying prolonging the moment.

Ava's heart raced, her body trembling with the need to please Deborah, to push her further, but every time she thought she might have the upper hand, Deborah's firm guidance reeled her back in. It was maddening—the constant push and pull of desire, control, and submission—but it was exactly what Ava craved.

"Good girl," Deborah murmured, her voice low, smooth as silk but laced with a deliciously condescending edge. "You're learning. Slower, just like that. Let me enjoy it."

Ava groaned against her, her whole body humming with a mix of frustration and arousal. She could feel Deborah's body responding—her breath hitching, her hips shifting slightly—but every time Ava thought she might push her over the edge, Deborah would pull back, keeping herself on the precipice, but never falling over.

It was deliberate. Controlled. Deborah was teasing her, keeping Ava just on the edge, making her work for every little sound, every little shift of Deborah's hips.

And then, just when Ava thought she might be allowed to take things further, Deborah's hand in her hair tightened even more, pulling her up and away from between her legs. Ava's breath came in short, ragged bursts, her body trembling with the need for more, but Deborah's sharp, predatory smile told her she wasn't going to get it—at least, not until Deborah decided she was ready.

"Enough," Deborah said, her voice a little rougher now, though she was still in complete control. She sat up, her eyes locking onto Ava's with a dark intensity that made Ava's pulse race. "You've earned your reward."

Ava swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as Deborah's gaze roamed over her, assessing her, deciding what to do with her next. It made Ava feel exposed, vulnerable, but in a way that thrilled her more than it scared her.

Without a word, Deborah shifted, sitting up straighter, her hands moving to Ava's hips. "Come here," she commanded, her voice firm, leaving no room for hesitation.

Ava didn't need to be told twice. She climbed onto Deborah's lap, her legs straddling her thighs, her hands gripping Deborah's shoulders for support. Her whole body was trembling, a mix of nerves, excitement, and the desperate need for release. She could feel the heat of Deborah's skin against her own, the tension thrumming between them, and it made her ache with the need to be closer.

But Deborah wasn't going to make this easy. She never did.

Deborah's hands slid down Ava's sides, her fingers tracing the curve of her hips before settling on her waist. "You're going to ride my fingers," Deborah said, her voice low, commanding, but there was a dangerous edge of softness beneath it. "But you're going to do it slow."

Ava's breath caught in her throat as she felt Deborah's fingers slide between her thighs, teasing her, brushing lightly against her center but not giving her the pressure she so desperately needed.

"Understand?" Deborah asked, her tone almost sweet, but there was an unmistakable authority in it that sent a shiver down Ava's spine.

Ava nodded, her hands tightening on Deborah's shoulders, her body already trembling with anticipation. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

Deborah smirked, clearly pleased with Ava's compliance, and without another word, she slid her fingers inside her, slow and deliberate, her other hand gripping Ava's hip to keep her in place.

Ava gasped, her head falling forward, her forehead resting against Deborah's shoulder as her body tensed around Deborah's fingers. She wanted to move, wanted to take what she needed, but Deborah's hand on her hip kept her still, controlling the pace.

"Slow," Deborah reminded her, her voice soft but firm, her fingers moving with an agonizing slowness that made Ava's whole body tremble. "You'll go at my pace."

Ava moaned, her hips instinctively trying to grind down against Deborah's hand, but Deborah held her steady, her fingers moving in and out with a torturous, steady rhythm that left Ava gasping for breath.

"You feel how good that is?" Deborah whispered against Ava's ear, her voice low, seductive. "How much better it is when you listen?"

Ava could only nod, her body trembling as she fought to keep herself from moving too fast. She wanted more, needed more, but Deborah wasn't going to give it to her until she followed her lead.

Deborah's hand on her hip tightened, guiding her movements, controlling the pace. "That's it," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Just like that. Let me feel how much you want it."

Ava whimpered, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she rode Deborah's fingers, her movements slow and deliberate, just like Deborah wanted. It was torture, the slow, teasing build of pleasure that made her whole body burn, but it was exactly what she needed.

Deborah's other hand slid up Ava's back, her fingers tangling in her hair as she pulled her head back, forcing Ava to look at her. "I want to see you when you come," Deborah whispered, her eyes dark with desire, her fingers still moving in that slow, steady rhythm.

Ava's breath hitched, her body tightening as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her whole body trembling with the need to let go, but Deborah's control kept her just on the edge, drawing it out, making her work for it.

"You've been so good," Deborah whispered, her voice both sweet and condescending, her fingers pressing deeper, just enough to push Ava that much closer to the edge. "Now come for me. Slowly."

That was all it took. With a soft, desperate cry, Ava's body gave in, the slow, intense pleasure washing over her in waves as she came, her whole body shaking with the force of it. But even as she came, Deborah kept her moving, kept the pace slow, dragging out every last bit of pleasure until Ava was trembling and gasping for breath, her body spent.

Deborah's fingers slid out of her gently, but her hands stayed on Ava's hips, holding her steady as she came down from the high. Ava's head fell forward again, her forehead resting against Deborah's shoulder as she tried to catch her breath, her whole body still trembling from the intensity of the moment.

But Deborah wasn't done with her yet.

Before Ava could fully recover, Deborah's hands tightened on her hips again, pulling her up slightly. "You're not finished," Deborah murmured, her voice low and commanding. "You're going to ride me again, but this time…" She paused, her fingers sliding up Ava's sides, her lips brushing against her ear. "You're going to go even slower."

Ava let out a soft whimper, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. She could feel Deborah's fingers slide back between her thighs, teasing her again, and her whole body shuddered with anticipation.

"You can handle it, can't you?" Deborah asked, her voice a teasing purr. 

Ava moaned softly, her hands gripping Deborah's shoulders for support, her body already responding to the promise of more.

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Deborah leaned back against the pillows, her expression calm, but there was a teasing glint in her eyes. "Last night. You snored."

Ava blinked, trying to process the information. "I do not snore."

"Oh, trust me, you do," Deborah said, her voice a little too casual, like she was stating a simple fact. "Like a damn freight train. I thought the bus was going to tip over."

Ava gaped at her, a mix of disbelief and mortification rising in her chest. "That's… not possible. I'm a quiet sleeper."

Deborah chuckled softly, clearly enjoying Ava's discomfort. "Sure, sweetheart. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Or, apparently, what helps me stay awake."

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