Blaze

In that moment, Ashley's biggest focus was on not shaking herself to pieces. She had no complaints whatsoever on what was happening, but it was too damn early to be trembling this hard. When she had asked Jack if she was offering, it had only been some faint, **** part of her that wanted some lewd distraction from the all-encompassing heat. Now she felt like the flame beneath Jack's fingers could rival that of this planetary furnace. The obstacles between her body and Jack's touch were like curses she needed lifted. Evidently, the younger woman did not share this sentiment of obstruction, as she continued to dance lightly against Ashley's feverish loins.

"Do it," she said, perhaps sounding a tad strained.

"There you go," Jack said, the smile audible on her voice. She cupped her fingers against her partner's pussy strong and proper. Ashley twitched and let out a breath she had not noticed she was holding. Jack rubbed her where she wanted it, but too slowly to do anything more than tease. With her free hand she stroked Ashley's hair, appreciating the smooth glide of the locks through her hand.

"Wait," Ashley groaned. "What if someone walks in on us?"

"Why? Were you thinking we should do something other than invite them to join in?" Jack was devilishly delighted to feel the woman in her arms give a soft shudder at that.

"You're unbelievable..." the lieutenant commander choked out.

"Normally I don't hear that until after they come," Jack boasted.

Ashley bit her lip at the thought. "A lot of talk... Let's see you prove it," she dared. Bracing her back against her partner, she straightened her legs and lifted her rear to jerk her underwear clear. With it out of the way, Jack took the hem of her shirt and pulled it upward painfully slowly until Ashley lost patience and did it herself.

"Fuck's sake..." she cursed under her breath, prompting chuckles from Jack. Once she was nude, Ashley roughly grabbed Jack's wrist and yanked it back to her trimmed pussy. "Get to it," she ordered with lust-stoked agitation.

"Yes, ma'am," Jack purred. Even yet, she insisted on going slow, but now that she was rubbing her labia, Ashley found restored patience. Jack fingered her like she was giving Ashley's lips a massage; slow and superficial, but firm. Just working her up, she ignored her clit altogether. Sweat was so abundant that it practically lubricated the mound for her.

Jack's other hand travelled during this. Sometimes it groped one of Ashley's breasts, sometimes the other. Sometimes her fingers rolled her nipples, sometimes they brushed along her throat.

"You've got one sexy pair of tits," Jack complimented as she cupped the underside of one and lifted, letting it bounce before settling. "You must be proud of these. If I had a set like them, I wouldn't let anyone forget about them."

Ashley's bust was indeed bigger than Jack's, but the biotic's twins were hardly dismissible.

"From what I've... hng... heard, you weren't shy about yours when you first teamed up with Shepard." Ashley found it a tad challenging to speak normally.

"That's fair," Jack grinned. "But to wear the stuff you do when you could be showing these off?" She gave one breast a hearty squeeze, seemingly pumping a moan out of Ashley. "That's just selfish."

"I'm not about to start wearing-" she paused to shiver "Low-cut tops, if that's what you're asking. That's unprofessional."

"Maybe not everywhere you go," Jack said in a compromising tone. "But what about just for me?" With that, she slipped a finger between Ashley's labia and began stroking the inside.

Puzzlingly, the soldier did not respond with a 'no' to Jack's request. She braced herself by grabbing hold of the legs flanking her. The pace of Jack's fingering was more aggressive than she had been on the outside.

"I don't need an answer right now. I'll let you think on it," Jack said with wicked humour. Ashley wanted to say something witty in response, but the thrusts and twists of the finger inside her melted her words into throaty moans like ice left out in the sun.

While Jack was finger painting her partner's innards, she was mindful for how wet and relaxed her canal was. Far enough along, she reached a degree she found appropriate and slipped in a second finger. Ashley openly shuddered.

"Does that feel alright?" Jack sang before running her tongue up Ashley's neck.

"Y-Yeah..." the lieutenant commander answered. The word was practically a stowaway riding her breath out her mouth.

Jack's fingers probed and dragged against Ashley's walls. Nectar gathered in her grip and kept the whole experience smooth. She worked her way up to a brisk pace, fucking Ashley with two digits. She had been steering clear of a particular zone up to that point, but as the soldier's breath turned almost too shallow, Jack crooked her fingers.

"AH!" Ashley cried out, jumping in Jack's arms. Jack ripped her hand free, stimulating as little as possible on the way out. "Why are you stopping?" Ashley very nearly growled.

Swift enough to startle her, Jack moved out from behind Ashley. Suddenly unsupported, she lashed out with her arms and found a hold around Jack's neck. In a heartbeat, Jack was now looking down at her - half above, half beside - supporting her with one arm and hovering the other above her slick folds.

"Ready to believe?" Jack whispered. With that, she stamped a kiss against Ashley's lips and returned her fingers to her raging fire. She stroked Ashley's weak spot faster than she had done before.

"OH FUUHH...!" Ashley exclaimed. Jack drank her moans as she furiously fingered her. The wet, vulgar noises they made were washed out by the vocal ecstasy going from one mouth to another. Jack fought to contain the squeals; smothering with her lips, and blocking with her tongue.

Ashley arrived succumbing to throes. Her arms reflexively heaved Jack in close despite her lungs burning for air. Her head pulled away and her jaw clenched along with the rest of her body. Jack could feel the pulsing grip around her fingers as she persisted in her stroking.

"That's it, fuck yeah. Let it out. Milk my hand like you're trying to break it. Come and keep coming." Jack was encouraging her, but the tone made it sound like it was a command.

The biotic read her partner and slowed down in time with Ashley's subsiding orgasm. Her arms went slack and Jack cradled her, still running a digit gently up and down her lips. When she was calmed enough lift her head, Ashley looked up at Jack. Her hair clung to her face, bridged over her mouth by sweat. She spat it clear. Jack raised her dripping fingers to Ashley's mouth.

"I'm not into that," she firmly declined between breaths.

"You're not into tasting pussy?"

"I'm not into tasting my pussy."

Jack shrugged. "More for me." She made a show of sucking every last trace of Ashley from her fingers. The lieutenant commander shivered, but that may have just been an aftershock.

"Shame," Ashley said when she finished staring. "And here I was going to give you a kiss."

Easing away her support, Jack stood and moved to a bench. She stripped off her underwear then sat with her legs spread. "Don't let that stop you."

Ashley stalled to recover more energy then shuffled over. She bunched up some discarded clothes to kneel on and situated herself between Jack's legs once again, though now with a different intent. She looked over Jack's sex as she pulled her own sweaty locks back. She was in the middle of tying it in a ponytail when the biotic reached over and took it in a fist, holding it back for her.

"Allow me," she said with a smug expression. With some coaxing from Ashley, she raised her tattooed legs and brought them to rest on her partner's shoulders. "Now about that k-"

Ashley stopped the words in her throat by throwing her mouth upon Jack's bare petals with much the same fervour as she had kissed her. You're not the only one that can take control, Ashley thought with friendly rivalry.

"Not one for foreplay, are you?" Jack's voice was an octave higher than usual.

"I thought you might appreciate the direct approach." Ashley dove back in, eating her out like she was the first meal she had seen in weeks.

Jack's head repeatedly fell, snapping back up whenever she sucked down a choppy inhale. The hand she maintained on Ashley's head was relaxed to avoid disturbing her, but irregular jolts of pleasure stiffened her arm; giving Ashley unwelcome yanks on her hair. The soldier was no stranger to pushing through pain, and she had endured far worse than the tug-of-war going on with her scalp. She remained focused on working her tongue over every part of Jack's cunt she could reach.

"Damnit," Jack mewled, "Really wish you had been around when we were going after the Collectors. Would've been way less high-strung if I could've enjoyed riding that sexy face."

The comment struck a nerve with Ashley. Not so much the weird, objectifying implications of it, but rather how it reminded her of that past failure. She and Kaidan had turned Shepard down when she reached out to them to help her against those people-snatching bugs. They had been right to distrust Cerberus, but thinking about how they had turned their backs on a friend asking for help still felt like a wound that had not fully recovered.

The distressing thought affected Ashley, slowing her pace and enthusiasm enough for Jack to notice.

The tattooed woman swallowed to restore her voice. "What's wrong? Was it something I said? Look, I promise I like you for more than your pussy-polishing ability."

Ashley backed her face up and met Jack's eyes. "Oh, no, it's not that. I was just... never mind."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jack's tone was candid; sobered from the lust she had been bathed in moments ago.

The lieutenant commander reintroduced that lust by lining up a finger with her folds and slowly pushing it in. "No," she declined certainly. "Right now, I don't think I even want you able to talk." Jack was already excited by the tonguing she had received, and it was not long before Ashley safely added another finger.

She moved her hand in unpredictable ways and the hold on her head tightened in more than just a passing spasm. Amidst her digital coils and jabs, Ashley landed tender kisses on the shuddering thighs before her. She cast her gaze upward, holding eye contact with Jack whenever the biotic could maintain it. She winked and made sensual faces, letting the younger woman know just how much she loved doing this to her.

Jack squinted at her with a look of desperation. "You beautiful bitch, I'm- I'm gonna..." Her grip fled Ashley's head and she braced herself with both hands on the edge of the bench. "AAAAGH!" Jack's whole body flexed as she came on the soldier's hand.

Legs tremored on Ashley's shoulders as she fingered Jack through her climax. It eventually subsided, and Ashley matched it, but she felt as though that was not all Jack had in her. The peak had been crested, but there were more mountains if she was willing to scale them.

It just so happened that Ashley was willing.

"Did you like that?" she asked superfluously.

Jack had to chuckle at that. "Fuck yeah, I did. Did you just want to hear me say it?" Her tone was playful.

"I did, but I think you're a little intelligible for my taste." Never letting her hand come to a complete stop, she leaned in, returning her lips to Jack's quim. She nibbled gently at her hood and moved her hand faster.

Just like that, the tattooed woman's hands were back on her head. "Woah! Easy, I'm a little more s-s-sensitive now."

"Still too coherent..." Ashley muttered disapprovingly. She put her tongue and lips to use bypassing the defense on Jack's pearl. In case she could not tell when she reached her goal, Jack kindly let her know by locking her legs around her head and bunching her hair in two fists.

"Mmm... You- Oh! Y-You..." Jack babbled.

That's more like it, Ashley smiled. She delivered soft licks and taps upon Jack's nub, all the while her fingers were returning to their previous vigour.

"Gah! That's it! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..." the younger woman went on.

Wrapping her lips around Jack's clit, Ashley sucked. Little by little, she upped the intensity inflicted by both her mouth and her fingers.

"HAH!" Jack wheezed like her body was trying to push every vestige of air from her lungs. Without a modicum of stability, she tightened her legs and pulled Ashley's head as close as it could be. Ashley herself had to fight much of this to remain on course. Between Jack's manic shaking and the slip of their sweaty skin, it proved to be a workout to hold herself steady and keep treating Jack's pussy.

"MORE OF THAT. YES! DON'T STOP. YESYESYESYES!" Jack violently rocked against Ashley's face as she was carried the final paces to her high. She surprised her partner when she went silent and still at the actual precipice. Ashley looked up to ensure that she was okay, but did not relent on her sex. As she began to wonder when the last time Jack had taken a breath was, the biotic reanimated. She sank into shudders, and a primal noise clawed its way out of her throat, hushed by the teeth it passed.

Tears ran down Jack's face and her exhales ferried quiet sobs of contentment to Ashley's ears. Her body was a slack form for the lieutenant commander to do with as she pleased. With a great deal of care, she climbed atop the bench and set Jack in her lap as she had done with her. Ashley laid back, letting the instructor rest on her abs like a well-toned pillow. With one hand she grabbed a nearby article of clothing and wiped Jack's love from her face. With the other, she tenderly stroked the other woman's cheek.

"Ahhh..." Jack groaned. "You can't... d-do that..."

Ashley was suddenly concerned. "Can't do what?"

"You can't make me come like that," Jack said without breath. "You do that too many times and I'm going to have to commit to you."

Ashley rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say."

The two of them basked there until a voice trailed in from the hall.

"Thank you very much, Ashley. That felt wonderful. I apologise if I overstayed. It was so refreshing and I lost track of time..." Samara trailed off when she crossed the threshold and found the two humans nude and laying awfully close for people trying to cool off. "Am I interrupting something?"