One Tree Hill, Brooke Davis x Peyton Sawyer, “Bad Influence"
“Ha,” Peyton faux-laughed, a little breathless, then bit her lip to stifle a groan. “Shit, I keep forgetting we’re not alone here.”
“Mmm, tell me about it,” Brooke murmured, rubbing her fingers in slow circles as she moved up, dropping kisses on the other girl’s stomach. “Sucks not having all the privacy that came with Casa Sawyer, but we’ll just have to make do, won’t we?” She paused with a wicked glint in her eye, as if she just realized the effect her naughty fingers were having on her bedmate; she pushed up one side of Peyton’s white sports bra, just enough to expose her right breast.
“Oh God,” Peyton brought her hand to her mouth, biting into the heel of her palm, as Brooke attacked her hardened nipple with fervor. Her free hand found itself entangled in Brooke’s hair, pushing the girl’s head closer as her hips rocked into teasing fingers. She supposed she should’ve always figured that Brooke would be good at this.
“You know,” Brooke drawled as she moved her mouth away from Peyton’s breast, “my mother said you were a bad influence on me. She might’ve been right.”
“I’m the bad influence?” Peyton asked, quietly incredulous, as Brooke slipped her second hand inside Peyton’s panties and several exploring fingers invaded the girl’s most private place.
Brooke just smiled, moving up to press their lips together, mouths opening and tongues sliding together wetly; as Brooke’s fingers worked magic, she swallowed every one of Peyton’s moans as the body beneath her jerked and spasmed into completion.
“Mmm, tell me about it,” Brooke murmured, rubbing her fingers in slow circles as she moved up, dropping kisses on the other girl’s stomach. “Sucks not having all the privacy that came with Casa Sawyer, but we’ll just have to make do, won’t we?” She paused with a wicked glint in her eye, as if she just realized the effect her naughty fingers were having on her bedmate; she pushed up one side of Peyton’s white sports bra, just enough to expose her right breast.
“Oh God,” Peyton brought her hand to her mouth, biting into the heel of her palm, as Brooke attacked her hardened nipple with fervor. Her free hand found itself entangled in Brooke’s hair, pushing the girl’s head closer as her hips rocked into teasing fingers. She supposed she should’ve always figured that Brooke would be good at this.
“You know,” Brooke drawled as she moved her mouth away from Peyton’s breast, “my mother said you were a bad influence on me. She might’ve been right.”
“I’m the bad influence?” Peyton asked, quietly incredulous, as Brooke slipped her second hand inside Peyton’s panties and several exploring fingers invaded the girl’s most private place.
Brooke just smiled, moving up to press their lips together, mouths opening and tongues sliding together wetly; as Brooke’s fingers worked magic, she swallowed every one of Peyton’s moans as the body beneath her jerked and spasmed into completion.