16. June #4
“Warming her up? That’s all I did?” June was still fighting a frustrating battle against Miquela’s clothes when Sette finally let her move her legs for the first time in minutes. “What do you call this?”
Miquela looked from June’s face to her thighs. “Like I said. Thanks for warming her up. I’ll take over from here.” June finally found that stupid strap-on. “As you can see, she has needs. You’re out of commission. Move along now.”
Sette made a grand show of cuddling up next to June and kissing her softest spots while she looked a total fool launching herself at Miquela’s emerging strap-on.
“Fine. I need to rest, anyway.” Sette pulled herself up to the head of the bed. June sat up, ripping apart and feasting on Miquela’s dress shirt. Tits. Skin. Abs. Now . “I see how it is.”
“With any luck, she’ll be more done than either of us when we’re through.” Miquela craned June’s head back, interrupting her pawing. “You’re not too tired for me, are you?”
“Fuck no,” she sputtered. June wasn’t lying, either.
This was a woman who could go as many times a day as necessary…
then again, that didn’t usually include Miquela and the incredible way she used her hefty assets to throw a woman over the climax cliff.
Fuuuuck me, do that now! Good thing Sette had gone first. Hope you enjoy the show, honey .
She flashed Sette a knowing look before throwing everything she had at Miquela.
Did she want June to put on another show?
Find ways to seduce her, even though she had long been seduced into June’s world?
Evidently . Miquela curled those intoxicating lips into a smile as June clawed her bare breasts.
June ripped off her top. Time to let Miquela show what she could do with that thing between June’s breasts.
“I wish you could both see what I’m seeing right now.” Miquela’s touch turned from a gentle caress on the cheek to a hard squeeze of the shoulder. “I’ve never seen a woman so eager to please me, of all people.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Sette said. “She gave me the same irresistible look.”
“Did she give it to you while you did this to her?”
“Considering sex toys seem to completely addle the brains of all women around me, I can only imagine what else you have planned for that thing. Just don’t think you’re fucking my boobs, too. No thanks. I’d rather have a view of the Grand Canyon’s depths coming for me.”
“You really know how to pick some charmers, mi amour .” Miquela’s fingertips descended the bridge of June’s nose, stopping short of her upper lip. “Now tell me, does she fuck you half as good as I do?”
June licked the tip of the strap-on, currently wedged in her cleavage. “What do you think, ma’am?” Hadn’t she seen what happened between her and Sette? Just because Sette played by different rules of pleasure from Miquela didn’t mean she couldn’t go . “Think I was faking it?”
“Not at all. Because I know what you sound like when you’re having the lay of your life. Now I know why you couldn’t choose between us.”
“It goes much deeper than that.”
What a juvenile grin! Haha, I said deeper . June clutched Miquela by the base of the strap-on, and with both eyes locked on hers, lowered her mouth until she was valiantly trying to swallow it whole.
One of the things that had turned June off the concept of “love” for so long was that she believed it to be so limiting.
Sure, love sounded great when first explained, but if she thought about it long enough…
what was the point? One person for the rest of her life?
Sounded boring. Besides, wasn’t it kinda scary? Being so absorbed with one person?
Then she met these two fine women who might as well have been the right and left hands in her life. They were different enough to keep her interested, but the same kind she gravitated to the most. Kind, funny, intelligent, and so damn good in bed that even June lost her fucking mind.
All these thoughts culminated into one: here she was, going from one love of her life to the next, both forgetting and always remembering the one who had come before, and anticipating the one who would come next.
She didn’t second-guess what she wanted.
She didn’t second-guess who she wanted. Whether she was drowning in wanton endorphins or curled up, drifting off to sleep…
she was prepared to give every part of her, both physically and emotionally.
If nothing else, her life until this point had been excellent training for pleasing two of the greatest women she had ever met.
“Careful,” Miquela warned through gritted teeth. “Don’t hurt yourself, mi amour .”
Hurt herself? Hurt herself? Was she nuts? June was mired in sex sex sex , but she wasn’t dumb. She knew what she was doing! Just for that, she was going to unleash her teeth. See how Miquela liked the show…
Oh, she liked it so much that she drove herself forward and fucked June’s mouth.
I love this. I love this woman. I love this feeling, and I don’t want it to stop!
Miquela reached down to tap her ass. June squealed, begging her to do it harder.
The spank was louder than the sound coming from the depths of her throat. Miquela said something, whether to herself or the room, June had no idea. She was busy.
“I’ll have you know that all her arousal is due to me,” Sette said, still so far away. Right, she’s here too! Like a switch, June was suddenly aware of how wet she was between her thighs.
“It’s going to be all me up here if she doesn’t die first.”
“Fuck that. I fucked her after you had before. Time for you to know what’s it like.”
Miquela slowed her eager thrusts. June gasped when she came up for air, her body craving her in the most unnatural – or was it natural?
– ways. Every inch of her skin burned, begging to be touched.
The more erogenous the spot, the more it screamed.
Touch me. Pinch me. Kiss me. Rub me. Fuck me!
June wanted to land on her back and feel this woman consume her.
Fuck me until I scream, pin me down with your strong hands, and kiss me with that dirty accent.
“The woman’s right, mi amour .” The naughtier they got, the more likely Miquela was to use Spanish. “It’s only fair that I enjoy the same burden as her. Besides, someone has to come out on top here. Might as well be me.”
“No matter what, she’s the winner.”
June’s dreams came true. She hastily landed on her back, Miquela tearing away her blouse and the poor, innocent bra beneath it. If Sette got her undies, then Miquela got the full view of the tits that she so generously made love to earlier.
“We’re all winners here. That’s what we say in the casino business.
” Miquela was kinder to her own clothing, but not by much.
She also wasn’t kidding when she joked about being an Aphrodite.
Sette was hot in that girl-next-door way, but Miquela was other-worldly.
“I’ve got some spoils to claim. I’m not paying over a hundred grand a month to tickle her clit and watch you come on her. ”
“I made my point clear, thanks.” Sette still found something to laugh about. “Besides, you should consider it an honor to pay that much to watch me fuck her. You think I’m complaining over here? You haven’t even stuck that thing in her yet.”
They were driving her crazy! “Would someone please fuck me?” June said, foot bracing against Miquela’s bare leg and hand reaching for Sette behind her. “Seriously. Stop the pissing contest and fuck me!”
“I think she’s getting a bit out of control.”
“You’re the one with the leash, Ms. Bolivar. Knock yourself out.”
Miquela looked in June’s eyes. “Who fucked you? Who warmed you up for me?”
“There we go with that bullshit again.”
June shuddered beneath Miquela’s touch. “Her,” she whimpered.
“Did you like it?” Miquela came within an inch of June’s nose, hot, furious breath blasting against her lips. “Did you like the way she fucked you?”
That growl in her ear almost sent her to another universe, but Miquela was not going to wait for an answer. She would pinch her, smack her ass, or jerk her body until June was with her again. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I liked the way she fucked me.”
“You like the way I fuck you, too?”
“Yes!”
Miquela flipped her over. At first, the force of it knocked her senseless. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Sette gazing back at her. Oh, my God. She’s not going to… Miquela grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up at the exact moment the strap-on slammed inside.
“Make sure she knows it. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”
June shrieked into the bedding. The sheer amount of strength wracking her body as Miquela fucked her, the strap-on taking over every part of her senses, was almost too much to handle. Almost. June wasn’t new to the Bolivar Rodeo. She’d ridden this bronco before.
She just wasn’t used to another woman watching her writhe against the bed because her inner walls had a vise grip on Miquela’s sex toy.
“Don’t tell her,” Sette said in a low voice, although Miquela could certainly hear her if she tried – now, was she trying?
Probably not. She was busy driving into her, over and over, alternating between a spank to her ass and a rub to her clit.
I’m gonna die today. The best way to die.
“This is pretty hot. If I didn’t know any better, June, I’d say you like it when a woman roughs you up like an animal. ”
Sette’s fingers combed an errant strand of hair floating in her direction. She tenderly touched her, yet Miquela fucked her as if she had somewhere to be in five minutes.
“Do you like it? Do you like what she’s doing to you?”
June’s hand searched for Sette’s. Futile.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Although I hope she knows how to be gentle like me.”
June wanted to say something witty in return, but her words came out as a garbled mess of moans and cries.
“Go ahead and tell her,” Miquela said. “When I’m convinced, I’ll let you come.”