Switch: Breathless

Codi Vore met Penny Barber for a hike. She knew it’d get wild. Penny pointed out every odd fern and flowering weed, but all Codi registered was warm breath on her neck and the press of a breast brushing her arm. Tension wound tighter than barbed wire. Halfway up the trail Penny muttered “fuck the path” and yanked Codi off-track into a clearing. Lunch never happened—Penny dragged Codi’s hand down the front of her cargo shorts and told her to eat what she really wanted. Codi dropped to her knees right there, moaning that Penny could use her any damn way she liked. Penny answered by slipping her belt free and looping it around Codi’s throat. One quick tug cut the air to a sexy rasp. By the time the sun moved an inch, they were racing back to Penny’s house. Inside, the clothes stayed mostly on while the strap-on didn’t. Penny took her on the couch—fast, hard, leather creaking as the belt tightened, loosened, tightened again, each squeeze sending bright sparks behind Codi’s eyes. When the orgasm finally hit, Codi stayed on the edge of blacking out, aching and grateful in one ragged breath.