Texts from Wrong Ellie (Trans) - Part 2

The air in the room was thick, smelling of Mia’s cherry chapstick and the sharp, clean scent of their arousal. Ellie hovered over Mia, her knees bracketing Mia’s hips, the thin fabric of their underwear the only thing left between them. For a moment, they just breathed, the frantic energy from the door giving way to something quieter, more intense. Ellie’s gaze roamed over Mia’s body, the sharp line of her collarbones, the soft swell of her breasts, the hard length straining against the grey cotton of her briefs. It was real. She was real.

“Hey,” Mia whispered, her voice rough. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of Ellie’s jaw. “You’re staring.”

“Sorry,” Ellie breathed, not sorry at all. “You’re just… a lot.”

Mia’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “Right back at you.” Her hands slid down Ellie’s back, palms flat, coming to rest on the curve of her ass and squeezing. “Now are you going to kiss me, or are you writing a sonnet?”

Ellie laughed, a breathy, relieved sound. She leaned down, capturing Mia’s lips in a kiss that was nothing like the frantic one at the door. This was slow, deep, a deliberate exploration. She licked into Mia’s mouth, tasting her, memorizing the texture. Mia’s hands tightened on her ass, pulling her down, grinding their hips together. The friction was electric, a slow, deliberate drag of cloth against cloth that had them both gasping into each other's mouths.

Ellie broke the kiss, panting. She wanted more. She wanted to see. She shifted, trailing her lips down Mia’s neck, nipping at her pulse point. Mia ared into it, a soft moan escaping her lips. Ellie continued her descent, her tongue tracing the hollow of Mia’s throat, her teeth scraping against her collarbone. She paused at Mia’s chest, her hands coming up to cup her breasts, her thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.

“Ellie,” Mia breathed, her hands tangling in Ellie’s hair. “Please.”

Ellie didn’t need to be told twice. She tugged the cups of Mia’s bra down, exposing her breasts to the cool air. She took one peaked nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. Mia cried out, her back bowing off the bed, her hips bucking up against Ellie’s stomach. Ellie lavished attention on first one, then the other, until Mia was writhing beneath her, muttering a string of curses and praises.

She continued her journey south, her lips tracing a path over Mia’s ribs, her tongue dipping into her navel. She could feel the tremors running through Mia’s body, the way her muscles tensed in anticipation. Finally, she settled between Mia’s thighs, her hands hooking into the waistband of her briefs. She looked up, meeting Mia’s dark, hungry gaze.

“Can I?” Ellie asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Mia’s answer was a choked sob. “God, yes.”

Ellie peeled the fabric down, slowly, reverently. Mia’s cock sprang free, flushed and hard against her stomach. Ellie’s breath hitched. It was beautiful. She wrapped her fingers around the base, feeling the weight, the heat of it. Mia shuddered, her hips jerking forward.

“Fuck, Ellie,” Mia gasped. “Don’t tease.”

Ellie smirked, feeling a surge of power. She leaned down and flicked her tongue against the tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-come there. Mia’s whole body went rigid. Ellie did it again, then took the head into her mouth, sucking gently. She swirled her tongue around the ridge, her hand stroking the shaft in a slow, steady rhythm. Mia’s hands fisted in the sheets, her head thrown back, her breath coming in ragged pants.

Ellie took her deeper, relaxing her throat, taking her in until her nose brushed against the coarse hair at the base. She set a rhythm, bobbing her head, her tongue working the underside, her hand cupping and rolling Mia’s balls. The sounds Mia was making were driving her wild, little whimpers and gasps, her hips thrusting up to meet her mouth.

“Ellie, I’m—” Mia choked out, her thighs starting to tremble. “Gonna come.”

Ellie didn’t stop. She wanted it. She wanted all of it. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, and that was all it took. Mia cried out, a raw, broken sound, her body convulsing as she came, spilling hot and bitter down Ellie’s throat. Ellie swallowed, taking everything she had to give until Mia was spent, her body going limp against the mattress.

Ellie crawled back up her body, kissing her softly, letting her taste herself on her tongue. Mia wrapped her arms around her, holding her tight, her face buried in the crook of Ellie’s neck.

“Holy shit,” Mia mumbled against her skin. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

Ellie laughed, feeling a smug, satisfied warmth spread through her chest. “Porn. Lots and lots of porn.”

Mia lifted her head, her eyes shining. “Well, your education was excellent.” She rolled them, suddenly, her strength surprising Ellie. In a moment, Ellie was on her back, Mia hovering over her, a predatory gleam in her eye. “My turn.”

Mia’s hands were everywhere, stripping Ellie of her own underwear with an efficiency that left her breathless. Her erection slapped against her stomach, already leaking. Mia’s gaze was hungry as she looked down at her, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“Fucking rude of you to be this cute,” Mia echoed her own text message from the night before, her voice a low growl. She lowered her head, not to Ellie’s mouth, but to her chest, her tongue tracing the lines of her muscles, her teeth scraping against her nipples.

Ellie’s back arched. “Mia…”

“Shh,” Mia murmured, her lips trailing down her stomach. “I’ve got you.” She settled between Ellie’s thighs, her hands pushing them apart. She didn’t hesitate, her mouth closing over the head of Ellie’s cock in one smooth, fluid motion.

Ellie saw stars. It was wet, and hot, and so much better than she’d ever imagined. Mia’s mouth was magic, her tongue doing things that had Ellie’s toes curling. She took her deep, her throat constricting around the head, and Ellie had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Mia’s hands gripped her hips, holding her down as she fucked her with her mouth, her movements confident and sure.

It was over embarrassingly fast. The coil of heat in Ellie’s belly tightened, snapped, and she was coming, her vision whiting out as she poured herself down Mia’s throat. Mia didn’t miss a beat, swallowing every drop before releasing her with a wet pop.

She crawled back up Ellie’s body, a smug, self-satisfied grin on her face. “So,” she said, her voice husky. “Who’s the liar now?”

Ellie could only moan in response, pulling Mia down for a deep, messy kiss. She could taste herself on Mia’s tongue, and it was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. They lay there for a long time, just kissing, their bodies pressed together, the frantic energy replaced by a lazy, sated warmth.

Ellie’s hand drifted down, her fingers wrapping around Mia’s cock, which was already hardening again in her grasp. Mia’s breath hitched.

“Again?” Mia asked, a note of disbelief in her voice.

Ellie just smiled, stroking her slowly. “I want you inside me.”

Mia’s eyes went dark. She rolled over, fumbling in the drawer of her nightstand. She came back with a bottle of lube and a condom. Ellie watched as she rolled the latex on, her movements practiced and sure. Mia slicked her fingers with lube, her gaze locking with Ellie’s.

“Ready?” she asked.

Ellie nodded, her heart pounding. Mia’s fingers circled her entrance, teasing, before one slid inside. Ellie gasped at the intrusion, a strange, full feeling. Mia worked her open slowly, carefully, adding a second finger, then a third, scissoring them, stretching her until she was writhing on the bed.

“Please, Mia,” Ellie begged, her hips rocking against her hand. “Now.”

Mia positioned herself between Ellie’s thighs, lining the head of her cock up with Ellie’s entrance. She paused, her eyes searching Ellie’s face. “You sure?”

Ellie reached up, cupping her cheek. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Mia pushed inside, slowly, inch by agonizing inch. It burned, a sharp, stretching pain that was quickly overwhelmed by a wave of intense pleasure. Mia filled her completely, a perfect, aching pressure. She paused, letting Ellie adjust, her forehead resting against hers.

“Okay?” Mia whispered.

“Okay,” Ellie breathed. “Move.”

Mia started to move, her hips pulling back and then pushing forward in a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through Ellie’s body, building on itself until she was a writhing, whimpering mess. She wrapped her legs around Mia’s waist, pulling her deeper, meeting her thrust for thrust.

The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the slap of skin on skin, their ragged breaths