Doing lines off Lily's stomach

Ava stands by the table, her hands gripping the edge as the last echoes of the cocaine's initial rush start to fade. The euphoria from the first hit is still throbbing through her, but she feels it beginning to fade. She turns to Harrow, her voice almost pleading. “Can I have more?” she asks. “I need more.”

Harrow’s eyes narrow as he assesses her. “More?”

“Yeah.” Her heart feels like it’s going to erupt out of her chest and she loves it. Her fingers crawl across the table to touch Lily’s without meaning to. The idea of more, of pushing further, is a **** in and of itself. “What do you want?” Ava asks her friend. Lily is standing beside her with her head back and her mouth open in a gleeful smile. Sweat dews her face.

“How about this,” he suggests. “Lily, why don’t you lie down for us? Me and her can do one off your stomach.”

Ava’s breath catches in her throat. She glances at Lily. Lily’s dress, which had been ruffled earlier, now slips lower as she adjusts it. She watches as Lily pulls her dress down to her hips. The fabric pools around her waist, exposing her smooth, toned stomach. She lies down on the table, looking relaxed. Harrow moves forward and takes the vial from Ava’s trembling hands. He opens it with a practiced flick and pours coke out onto Lily’s skin. His movements are slow and deliberate, almost ceremonious. He looks back at Ava with a grin. “Why don’t you go first?” he suggests. “Enjoy the view.”

Ava swallows hard. She steps forward, her hands shaking as she kneels beside Lily. The sight of Lily’s bare skin, the lines of white powder perfectly arranged, sends a jolt of desire through her. She leans in, her breath warm against Lily’s stomach, and braces her hands on her friends’ ribs. Lily’s skin feels soft and cool against Ava’s lips as she snorts the first line, the cocaine burning as it hits her nostrils. The sensation is electric. Ava’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, savoring the high. When she opens them, she sees Lily’s gaze locked onto hers. Her breath quickens. But she’s **** to step back as Harrow approaches for his turn. Lily pulls her shoulders back as if to give him a more stable bridge to work off of. Ava watches the back of his head as he lowers it to her belly. He snorts it in one go.

He jumps to his feet, shaking his head wildly. “That’s good fucking shit!” he roars.

Ava stands up, her body still tingling.