She knew what she was doing was so, unbelievably wrong. Taylor knew. But she couldn't help the heat coiling inside of her.
"Is this how we hold hands now?" Laura's raspy voice drawled as she slid her hand down towards Taylor's wet but covered center. Taylor tried to move her hips for some relief but only felt the sensation turn her on even more.
Taylor looked up at Laura's face above her and moaned, feeling the warmth of her breath on her flushed skin. She reached down, grasping onto Laura's wrist and pushing her into her center. Laura tensed- this was not in the script or what she had practiced with Taylor. For months now they had been intimate behind the scenes of the set in their trailers and bedrooms but they had promised to never let it cross into the show.
Taylor kept moving her hand lower, making Laura feel the worthless modesty cover under her prison issue underwear. It was soaked. Laura's free hand went to grab at Taylor's covered breast, hearing the blonde gasp in pleasure before she descended on her lips.
Laura was frustrated, feeling Taylor's wet folds dripping through her fingertips. She grunted, her knee making fine work of grinding into the blonde. Taylor moved her hand again, this time guiding her hand into the waist band of the modesty coverup. Laura stopped moving but continued to grind her leg. She knew what Taylor wanted, and she would not give in. There were boundaries. She wasn't about to finger Taylor with a full crew watching.
Even though she desperately wanted to and the blonde knew this. Taylor let out a small whine as the scene continued without movement from Laura. Her wrist was rolling around, acting like she was rubbing. Laura was annoyed by now, not being able to tell what was Taylor being needy and what was in the actual scene. Thankfully "cut" was called and the two women were able to pull themselves off the floor.
"I can't believe you did that!" Laura yelled at Taylor in a hushed tone as they made their way down the halls towards their dressing rooms.
"Did what?" Taylor played innocent as she walked, holding onto Laura's hand which the other woman dropped.
"Taylor!" Laura scolded as they stopped in front of her door, giving her a warning glance. The blonde knew what she had done, she knew Laura had residual stickiness on her fingertips from the touch and that she had tried to push Laura to break their promise.
"If anything," Taylor said, following Laura into her room and locking the door. "I should be the one annoyed at you. You left me hanging!"
Laura laughed harshly, turning to pin the blonde to the back of the door due to her attitude.
"We had a promise Taylor! You don't get to make it null and void just because your needy pussy is dripping," She argued, slamming a hand on the door. Taylor huffed, wiggling under Laura's strength. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Taylor sank back into the door, looking up at Laura with wide blue eyes. "I-I am sorry?" She replied, her voice wavering. Laura stroked her cheek softly, reassuring Taylor that her anger was only momentary.
"Yes you are sorry. And tell me I won't catch you trying to get yourself off on set with my hands again." Laura said as she let go of the door and opened up to let Taylor move. The blonde put her hands on her hips.
"You know I can't make promises Laura," She teased in a bratty manner, rolling her eyes. Laura let out a low growl, pushing Taylor to the couch in the dressing room.
"Then I'm going to make you," She hissed, pulling at Taylor's uniform. The younger woman stripped it off, sitting back down and looking up at Laura. Laura paused for a moment, deciding just how to take action. She didn't want this to be pleasurable for Taylor. She could easily start fucking her and be on her merry way, but this was different. This was teaching Taylor a lesson. She had to know that the stunt she pulled was making her own heat unbearable.
"Shit,"
Laura was pulled out of her own mind by the profanity and low moans Taylor was making. The girl was fingering herself with arousal damping the couch. Laura resisted the urge to moan in response, seeing how worked up Taylor was. She instead clutched Taylor's wrist pulling her two fingers out. Taylor cried out at the loss.
"What the fuck was that for Laura?! You were taking your sweet old time, what else am I supposed to do?" She argued, whimpering as she felt her pussy drip. Laura was breathing through her nostrils,
"You are so needy." She choked out through clenched teeth. "You couldn't even wait for me? After you just tried to make me finger you in front of an entire crew?!"
Taylor pouted, looking down. She nodded slowly, knowing that she had crossed a line.
"I need to cum." She whispered, rocking forward to get some friction. "That's all I was trying to do."
Laura stood up, pulling Taylor up with her. She turned her around, pushing down on her back. Taylor immediately fell forward, her front half on the couch, and her knees kneeling on the carpet.
"You broke our promise, and now you're being selfish." Laura stated, trailing her hand down Taylor's long back. "What about my needs Taylor? Have you considered how horny that stunt made me?"
Taylor wiggled in anticipation. She could feel Laura's breath on her shoulder as she spoke down to her.
"I-I thought you would like it. Knowing how wet you made me." She replied, lowering her head bashfully. Laura sighed, shaking her head. Her hand reached Taylor's perky butt, smoothly gliding over the warm flesh as she spoke next.
"All about you huh girl. Not even caring about my needs." She tsked in tease, her other hand sliding between Taylor's legs. She was slick and wet, arousal dripping between her thighs. "And you're still horny? After all of this Taylor. Going to have to do something about it."
The blonde whined, feeling her body fizzle with desire. She needed to be fucked, and soon. The loss of her own fingers made this much more difficult. Laura's hand rubbed circles on her ass one more time before raising it. Her other fingers swirled against Taylor's swollen clit.
"If you ever try to make me fuck you in front of crew like a dirty slut ever again, I won't be as gentle." Laura growled as her hand slammed down onto Taylor's porcelain skin. The pain and pleasure radiated throughout the smack, making Taylor cry out.
"Fuck."
Laura had never done this before. She had considered, several times especially when Taylor was being bratty. Normally the blonde had the upper hand on their sex life, and she was fine with that. Taylor had more experience with women anyway. If at any point they were uncomfortable, they knew when to stop but the wetness from Taylor kept gushing, so Laura knew she wasn't pushing boundaries.
She gladly would have fingered Taylor earlier while filming but she didn't like that Taylor was begging her to do it and against their promise. She didn't want anyone else to know about her secret life.
Laura's hand fell on Taylor's ass again, this time making a pink mark. The sound echoed in the small room, the only other sound that of Taylor's gasps.
"Promise me that you won't pull this crap again," She ordered while her other finger slowly found its way to circling Taylor's tight hole. The blonde shivered, sticking her ass out even more. Her movement was rewarded with a spank this time, "Answer me,"
"I promise I won't." Taylor whined, and as she finally relented Laura gave in and fingered her slowly with just her index finger. She moaned, desperately wanting more but knowing that Laura was in control. Laura trailed kisses down Taylor's back as the annoyance faded away. She still loved this woman, and wanted to make her pleasure worthwhile.
One hand went to find Taylor's clit as her thrusting sped up, making the blonde's knees buckle and her body clench. Finally she was able to release as orgasm washed over her. Laura slid her wet fingers out, taking them to Taylor's mouth. She sucked her own juices up and sat down next to Laura on the couch, leaning into her side.
"I'm sorry I pushed the boundaries. I know that we promised to keep it private and I should not have initiated anything we didn't practice. I'm sorry Laura." Taylor spoke up, playing with Laura's hand in hers. The brunette kissed the top of Taylor's head.
"You're a brat. And I love you."
