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TW:R18

"DAY 3"

The bonfire outside crackled, laughter and music drifting from the beach as their coworkers continued drinking, completely unaware of what was happening inside the hotel room.

Alice lay sprawled on the couch, arms folded behind her head, smirking at Risa, who was standing by the bed with her arms crossed.

“You’re still on that couch,” Risa pointed out, raising a brow.

Alice tilted her head. “You haven’t gone to bed yet.”

Risa rolled her eyes and turned away, untying the belt of her robe and letting it slip off her shoulders, revealing the same deep blue swimsuit from earlier.

Alice swallowed hard.

Fuck.

The sight of Risa’s bare shoulders, the smooth curve of her back, the way the swimsuit hugged every inch of her body—Alice was suddenly wide awake.

“I told you,” Risa said as she pulled out a shirt from her bag. “You’re sleeping there.”

Alice hummed, her eyes following Risa’s every move as she bent down to rummage through her things.

The urge to grab her, pin her to the bed, and wipe that feigned indifference off her face was getting stronger by the second.

But Alice knew how to play the long game.

“Mm, we’ll see.”

Risa scoffed. “We won’t see anything. You punched someone, acted like a jealous girlfriend, and embarrassed me in front of the entire office.”

She turned around, tossing the shirt onto the bed. “You don’t get rewarded for that.”

Alice grinned. “You think I want a reward?”

“I think you want to get in my bed.”

“Guilty.” Alice sat up, resting her elbows on her knees. “But I don’t need to rush. I have all night to change your mind.”

Risa narrowed her eyes. “Alice—”

Alice stood, closing the distance between them in three slow steps. “You’re mad,” she murmured, lifting a hand to tuck a strand of Risa’s damp hair behind her ear.

“But you’re not pushing me away.”

Risa inhaled sharply. “I should.”

“Should.” Alice dragged her fingers down Risa’s arm, barely touching, just enough to send a shiver down her spine.

“But you won’t.”

Risa clenched her jaw, eyes locked onto Alice’s, challenging her, daring her to push further.

Alice did.

She leaned in, brushing her lips against Risa’s jaw, slow and deliberate. “You like it when I get jealous.”

Risa exhaled shakily, but she didn’t pull away.

Alice smirked against her skin, trailing kisses down to her neck. “You like knowing I’d punch a guy for you.”

“That was reckless,” Risa whispered, but her hands had found their way to Alice’s waist.

“But you liked it.” Alice’s lips ghosted over her pulse, feeling the way it quickened. “Didn’t you?”

Risa didn’t answer.

Alice pulled back slightly, tilting Risa’s chin up with her fingers. “Say it.”

Risa exhaled sharply, her grip tightening. “You’re so fucking full of yourself.”

Alice grinned. “And you’re still not pushing me away.”

Risa let out a frustrated groan—before grabbing Alice’s face and kissing her hard.

Alice barely had time to react before she was being pushed backward, stumbling until her back hit the bed. Risa followed, climbing over her without hesitation, her mouth hot and demanding.

Alice groaned against her lips, threading her fingers through Risa’s hair and pulling her closer.

"You're impossible," Risa muttered between kisses, her hands roaming down Alice’s torso, slipping under the hem of her tank top.

Alice smirked against her lips. "Uhm And yet, here you are, on top of me."

"Shut up." Risa tugged Alice’s shirt off, throwing it aside.

Alice chuckled but was quickly silenced when Risa’s lips found her neck, nipping and sucking just hard enough to make her breath hitch.

"Ohh Fuck," Alice exhaled, fingers digging into Risa’s hips.

Risa smirked. "Still think you're sleeping in my bed?"

Alice grinned, flipping them over so that Risa was pinned beneath her. "I think I’ve already won."

Alice’s breath came in shallow gasps as Risa’s weight pressed against her, the heat between their bodies electrifying.

Their kisses had grown deeper, rougher, a battle for control neither of them was willing to lose.

Alice’s fingers dug into Risa’s hips as she pulled her closer, grinding up against her just to feel the way Risa shuddered.

“Still think I’m sleeping on that couch?” she taunted breathlessly.

Risa pulled back slightly, lips swollen and pupils blown wide. “We’ll see.”

She sat up, leaving Alice on the bed, and walked toward the hotel’s wardrobe.

Alice frowned, propping herself up on her elbows. “What are you—”

Risa pulled open the cabinet doors, her eyes scanning the contents until something made her pause.

Alice watched as Risa reached inside, her fingers brushing over something before pulling it out.

The moment Alice realized what it was, her stomach flipped.

A strap.

For a sex toy.

Alice’s mouth went dry.

Risa turned, holding it up between her fingers, a slow smirk forming on her lips. “Well, well,” she mused, tilting her head.

“Looks like this hotel is… accommodating.”

Alice swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of the way Risa was looking at her—assessing, contemplating, deciding.

“Are you seriously considering using that?” Alice asked, her voice hoarse.

Risa raised a brow. “Why not?” She stepped closer, unbuckling the straps.

“You think you can just waltz in here, get all jealous, throw a punch, and not expect consequences?”

Alice’s breath hitched. “Consequences?”

Risa smirked, slipping the harness around her hips, tightening the straps with practiced ease. “You like pushing me, Alice.” She leaned down, pressing her lips to Alice’s ear.

“Let’s see if you can take it.”

Alice’s entire body reacted—her stomach tightening, her thighs clenching, her heart hammering so loudly she was sure Risa could hear it.

“Turn over,” Risa ordered, her voice low, commanding.

Alice hesitated, her body burning with anticipation, nerves tangled with excitement.

But one look at Risa—the way she stood there, confident, waiting—made her decision for her.

Slowly, she turned onto her stomach, pressing her cheek into the sheets.

Risa climbed onto the bed, her hands dragging down Alice’s spine, teasing, testing. “You’ve been so fucking cocky all day,” she murmured.

“Let’s see how cocky you are now.”

Alice exhaled sharply as Risa spread her legs, fingers tracing lazy circles against her inner thigh, barely touching where Alice needed her most.

“Risa—Ohh Fuck!” Alice’s voice cracked.

Risa hummed. “So eager.” She leaned down, pressing a kiss to Alice’s lower back before trailing lower, her fingers slipping between Alice’s legs, stroking, teasing, making her squirm.

Alice gritted her teeth, her hands fisting the sheets. “Risa, Ohhh- S-stop teasing.”

Risa chuckled darkly. “Oh, baby.” She lined herself up, teasing Alice with the tip. “You don’t get to make demands tonight.”

Then she pushed in.

Alice’s gasp was sharp, her entire body tensing as she felt herself stretch around Risa, her mind going blank.

“Fuck,” Risa muttered, gripping Alice’s hips as she eased in deeper, her breath coming in harsh exhales. “You take me so well.”

Alice’s nails clawed at the sheets as Risa pulled back before thrusting in again, slow at first, letting her adjust, before picking up a steady rhythm.

Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through Alice’s body, making her moan into the pillow.

"Ohhh.. Fuck, Ris. Ughm"

“Louder,” Risa demanded, snapping her hips harder. “I want them to hear you.”

Alice bit her lip, trying to muffle the sounds threatening to spill out.

Risa didn’t like that.

She grabbed Alice’s hair, tugging her head back. “Don’t hold back on me now,” she growled into her ear.

"Uhmm Risa, Ughm.." Alice whimpered, her body burning with pleasure as Risa fucked into her, deeper, harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Risa—Ohhh.. Shit! Ughmm...” Alice gasped, her body trembling, barely able to keep herself up.

Risa didn’t let up. She gripped Alice’s hips tighter, slamming into her at just the right angle, dragging her nails down Alice’s spine as she drove them both to the brink.

Alice’s moans turned desperate, her body tightening, pleasure coiling in her stomach, ready to snap. “I—I can’t— Ris, Ohh.. Fuck!”

“Come for me,” Risa commanded, her voice rough, almost desperate.

And Alice did.

Her entire body shuddered as pleasure crashed over her, her vision going white, her cries filling the room as she clenched around Risa, her legs shaking beneath her.

Risa groaned, slowing her thrusts but not stopping, dragging out Alice’s orgasm until she collapsed onto the bed, spent, trembling, completely wrecked.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The only sounds were their heavy breaths and the distant crash of the waves outside.

Then Risa leaned down, pressing a kiss to Alice’s shoulder. “Still think you’re winning?”

Alice, still trying to catch her breath, managed a weak chuckle. “I think… you just killed me.”

Risa smirked, brushing damp hair from Alice’s face. “Get some rest.” She kissed her temple. “You’ll need it.”

Alice groaned. “Oh, fuck.”

Because she knew Risa wasn’t done with her yet.

Alice barely had time to catch her breath before she felt Risa move again, pressing teasing kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, until she reached her ear.

“You look wrecked,” Risa murmured, amusement lacing her tone.

Alice exhaled sharply, her body still trembling. “You did that.”

Risa chuckled, shifting to straddle Alice’s waist, her hands sliding down Alice’s back before gripping her hips. “And I’m not done.”

Alice turned her head, eyes hazy but defiant. “Oh? You think you can keep up?”

Risa smirked. “You act dominant whenever the office teases me, yet I am dominant in this game, Alice. All you have to do is moan louder and let them hear you moan under me.”

Alice’s breath hitched.

She should’ve known Risa wasn’t letting her off that easy.

Before she could form a response, Risa moved, flipping Alice onto her back and pinning her down. Her body hovered just above Alice’s, eyes dark with something dangerous, something thrilling.

Alice swallowed hard. “So that’s how we’re playing it?”

Risa smirked, dragging her fingers down Alice’s sides, nails grazing sensitive skin, making Alice shiver. “That’s how I’m playing it.”

She leaned down, capturing Alice’s lips in a kiss that was slower this time but no less possessive. She took her time, her tongue teasing, exploring, making Alice melt beneath her.

Then she moved lower, kissing down Alice’s neck, her collarbone, her stomach—until she reached her thighs.

Alice’s breath hitched as Risa nudged her legs apart, positioning herself between them. Risa took her time, her fingers ghosting over Alice’s skin, teasing, making her squirm.

“Risa—” Alice started, but Risa cut her off by gripping her thighs, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

Risa moved into place, locking Alice beneath her in a firm scissor position—control completely in her hands.

The moment their bodies pressed together, heat met heat, and a moan slipped from both of their lips at the same time. The friction, the pressure—it was overwhelming.

Alice clutched at the sheets, her hips instinctively rolling against Risa’s, seeking more. Risa’s breath stuttered as she felt Alice’s movements, her own body responding in kind.

Then Risa moved.

The first deliberate grind sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through both of them, their moans tangling in the heated air.

Risa let out a shaky breath, her head tilting back as she rocked against Alice. “Ohh, Alice,” she gasped, her voice dripping with pleasure. “You’re so wet for me.”

Alice’s face burned, her body trembling as Risa’s words only made the ache between them worse.

Risa hummed in satisfaction. “Good girl.”

Alice’s fingers dug into the sheets as Risa set a slow, deliberate rhythm, grinding against her with just enough pressure to drive them both insane.

Alice clenched her jaw, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to spill out, but the sensation was too much.

Risa didn’t like that.

She grabbed Alice’s wrists, pinning them above her head. “I told you,” she murmured against Alice’s lips. “Louder.”

Then she moved harder, faster, their bodies sliding together in perfect rhythm, the friction making them both whimper and gasp.

Alice arched, her legs trembling as the pleasure built higher, consuming them both.

“Risa—” Alice’s voice cracked, the sensation too much, too overwhelming.

“Say my name,” Risa ordered, her breath hot against Alice’s skin.

Alice whimpered, her entire body coiling, tightening, ready to snap. “Risa—fuck—”

“That’s it,” Risa growled, her movements growing rougher, more desperate. “Come with me.”

The final roll of Risa’s hips sent them both spiraling over the edge, their moans filling the room as their bodies shook against each other.

Wave after wave crashed over them, their limbs tightening, their breathing erratic, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

Risa let out a shaky breath, pressing her forehead against Alice’s, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, only the sound of their ragged breathing filling the space between them.

Then Risa chuckled, breathless but smug.

“See? You’re much better when you listen.”

Alice groaned, too spent to argue.

But as Risa rolled off of her, pulling her into a lazy embrace, Alice made a mental note.

Next time, she was going to be the one in control.