Chapter 36
thirty-six
NATHALIE
The first time Nathalie had heard a moan, she’d thought she was hearing things. The second time, she had to listen closer because for some reason it didn’t quite sound like Greer. And she’d been right. Nathalie had walked downstairs from her bedroom, finding Ivy, Lachlan and Greer together on the couch.
Very much naked.
And very much wrapped up in each other.
Nathalie’s heart instantly pounded, her entire body ready to go in a second. She glanced down the hallway toward Alaric’s bedroom and pressed her lips together thinly. She’d prefer this not in the living room—she’d been careful for years to keep her sexual adventures far away from her son, but she couldn’t very well yell at them and make them move now, could she?
Well, she probably could.
Greer’s eyes caught her gaze, and Nathalie could tell the moment she tensed. Was that fear or dread running through her eyes just then? Why did Nathalie always have to be the one who brought the entire group down? She hated that she was the practical one, the one who made things happen, the one who kept everyone in line.
Greer gasped.
Nathalie breathed in deeply, watching the way that Lachlan pressed her mouth into Greer’s pussy, the way Ivy continued to tease Greer’s breasts and kissed her wherever she could reach. But Greer didn’t invite her to join. Greer didn’t tell the others that she was even standing there. Once again, Nathalie was the one who was actually left on the edges of their little foursome.
And she could either make the decision to join in or walk away.
Greer cried out, her entire body shuddering with ecstasy. Nathalie watched with rapt attention as Greer made love to her two best friends. What the hell had she been thinking? She was the only one pushing herself out. None of these women had.
Nathalie moved around the coffee table and knelt down on the floor next to Lachlan. She put her hand on the back of Lachlan’s neck and pulled her up to kiss her, tasting Greer on her lips, on her tongue. Nathalie breathed deeply, closing her eyes as she plundered Lachlan’s mouth with her own. Ivy moaned. Nathalie could hear it in the back of her mind, and it sent shivers racing through her. That moan wasn’t for Greer—it was for her. It was for this moment that they had together.
Pulling away, Nathalie stared at Lachlan before looking pointedly at Ivy. “Next time you three decide to fuck in my house, I’d appreciate an invitation.”
Ivy chuckled, low and seductive. “Well, you’re here now.”
“I am, and it seems you three might need some lessons.” Nathalie flicked her gaze to Greer. Would they push and pull for power here as well? Or would the two of them work in tandem for the others? She’d seen enough of Greer having sex to know that she was often the one in control throughout the entire night, and to know that when it was just the two of them, they’d push each other until they both fell down the well of touch and feeling and orgasmic bliss.
“I’m always up for a lesson,” Ivy said, a tease in her tone.
Nathalie hummed and pulled her down to kiss her hard. “Then get on your knees.”
Standing up, Nathalie held her hand out to Greer and waited patiently for Greer to slide her fingers against hers. When she finally did, Nathalie pulled Greer to stand, wrapping an arm around her waist until she was sure that Greer wasn’t going to struggle to stay upright. But Nathalie didn’t swoop in to kiss Greer. She held her tightly within the circle of her arms, staring down into her deep brown eyes and smiled at her.
“It’s a bit scary when you actually smile,” Greer whispered. “Maybe you should go back to your pissed off face.”
Nathalie snorted loudly, burying her face in Greer’s shoulder. “Why am I the only one still dressed?”
“You’re late to the party.” Greer started to move her hands over Nathalie’s body. “But I’m glad you’re here now.”
Nathalie had no idea if the others had heard anything Greer said. When she glanced over Greer’s shoulder, she was surprised to find Ivy already on her knees on the couch, hands over the back side of it, and sticking her butt out like she was ready to be spanked. Lachlan, on the other hand, was standing awkwardly and kind of staring at the couch like she didn’t know what to do.
“Sit down, Lachlan. Touch yourself for a minute.” Nathalie swooped in and pressed her lips to Greer’s. “I need to get undressed since I came a bit late.”
“No pun intended, huh?” Greer teased.
Nathalie hummed and started kissing her again. She slid her tongue against Greer’s, pressing a hand into the small of her back and pushing their bodies together more tightly. Greer moaned, deepening the kiss as she picked up speed and started kissing Nathalie even harder.
“I love watching you two,” Lachlan murmured from her spot on the couch.
Nathalie smiled at that, and she brought Greer’s hands up to her chest and then over her sides and her hips. “Undress me.”
Greer did as she was told, pulling at the edge of Nathalie’s shirt until she could slide it over her head, breaking the kiss only momentarily. Greer felt for the belt at Nathalie’s hips, and she pulled at the buckle before sliding it through each loop.
“I’m going to need this,” Greer whispered tossing the thin belt that was more for decoration than to hold Nathalie’s pants up onto the couch, in between Ivy and Lachlan.
“Need it?” Nathalie pulled Greer’s face toward hers. “For who?”
“You’ll find out.” Greer winked and then pulled at the button and zipper on Nathalie’s pants that were beginning to be a bit too tight for her to wear comfortably. But she hadn’t considered maternity clothes—not yet. She couldn’t bring herself to reach that level of acceptance.
“Did you figure out how we’re going to do this?” Nathalie asked, sliding her hand across Greer’s breast as she stepped out of her pants and then shimmied out of her underwear.
“Some of it,” Greer answered right before she pulled Nathalie sharply in to her and kissed her again. “Fuck, I love your naked body against mine.”
Nathalie hummed again, nipping at Greer’s lip before she nibbled her way along Greer’s jawline. “We should definitely do it more often.”
“For sure. But for now…” Greer stepped away, turning and focusing on the two women on the couch. She sent Nathalie a playful look. “I think we need to pay attention to these two women.”
“Absolutely.” Nathalie waited a beat as Greer picked up her thin belt and stepped behind Ivy. That told Nathalie exactly where she was supposed to go —to Lachlan. But she’d make sure that she took her time with Ivy tonight, because she wanted a taste of that playfulness and joy that Ivy seemed to be showing more of lately.
Back down on her knees, Nathalie slipped between Lachlan’s thick thighs and ran her hands up and down from Lachlan’s knees to her hips. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.”
“Since the hospital?” Lachlan breathed the question.
Nathalie shook her head. “No, since before then. I just never thought it would be something you were interested in.”
“You thought I was straight.”
“Yeah.” Nathalie dropped her gaze to between Lachlan’s legs, watching as Lachlan continued to touch and play with herself. “Don’t stop on my account.”
“I thought you’d take over.” Lachlan pouted a little. “It’s so much better when someone else does it.”
“You haven’t mutually masturbated, have you?” Nathalie scraped her nails lightly down Lachlan’s thighs this time, sliding in even closer. She could smell Lachlan’s arousal now. “How many times did she make you come before I got down here?”
“She didn’t.” Lachlan’s breath caught.
Nathalie clicked her tongue and sent a scolding look toward Greer. “None at all?”
“We’d actually just gotten started.” Greer had Ivy’s hands tied up behind her back with Nathalie’s belt.
Now that was an interesting choice, and Nathalie wouldn’t have thought of it without being prompted.
“You didn’t happen to bring a strap down, did you?” Greer asked.
“No, but we can go get one.”
Greer shook her head. “Maybe later. I don’t want to leave Ivy here for too long, and I’m pretty sure if you don’t start in on Lachlan, she’s going to finish herself off for you.”
Laughing, Nathalie bent down and immediately pressed her face between Lachlan’s legs. She closed her eyes, savoring the way that Lachlan moved to spread her legs even more to accommodate the touch. Lachlan’s fingers disappeared from her pussy, and Nathalie was greeted with the sweet taste that was Lachlan and Lachlan only. Her lips and skin were so soft, and her moans were sweet and quiet compared to Ivy, who was loud and boisterous.
The crack startled her. Nathalie stopped sucking Lachlan’s clit and looked over at Greer, who had a pleased look on her lips, and Ivy, who groaned and pushed her ass back toward Greer.
“Did you just spank her?”
“Kind of.” Greer grinned even more brightly and held up the belt from her pants. “I didn’t do it hard.”
“What kind of hooligans did you three become? The clothes come off and you’re insatiable.”
“Nathalie, shut up so she can do it again!” Ivy snarked from her spot on the couch.
Laughing to herself, Nathalie went back to Lachlan. She was soaking, her juices making Nathalie’s cheeks wet as the flavor rolled around her tongue. Nathalie moved carefully so that she could slide two fingers inside Lachlan, finding her drenched and hot. Sex with Greer had been one thing, but this was another entirely. Fucking her best friend wasn’t something that Nathalie had ever expected would happen, but she was loving finding this side of Lachlan, the side that wasn’t ashamed about her body, the side that wasn’t concerned she was too much, the side that wasn’t trying to dampen down her spirit to suit a man.
Nathalie breathed deep and closed her eyes, focusing everything she had on making this first time with Lachlan as memorable as possible. The occasional cracks against Ivy’s skin startled her, but she found that her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched each time Greer hit her.
“Does she really like it?” Lachlan asked.
“Yeah, she does,” Greer answered. “Give me your hand, and I’ll show you.”
There was a slight movement, and Nathalie opened her eyes long enough to see Greer take Lachlan’s hand and press her fingers into Ivy’s pussy.
“She’s so wet, I might slip out,” Lachlan said.
“Then don’t,” Greer ordered.
Nathalie smiled to herself and went back to focusing entirely on making Lachlan come against her face. Nathalie pulsed her fingers in time with her sucks and the flicks of her tongue, and she continued to fuck Lachlan hard. Lachlan groaned, her breaths becoming shorter, and her body tightened up. Did she even realize that she was doing that? Nathalie was so curious, but unfortunately, with her mouth occupied, she couldn’t ask, she couldn’t talk, and she couldn’t make sure that Lachlan was as close as she suspected.
Lachlan cried out loudly, her hips bucking up off the edge of the couch. Ivy groaned at the same time, and Nathalie knew that she’d gotten Lachlan right to the point that she wanted. The surge of wetness, the pulse of Lachlan’s body around her fingers, the groans that were music to her ears. Nathalie cleaned Lachlan up and then pulled away, wincing at the ache in her knees as she shifted.
She managed to get herself upright and watched as Greer let the belt loose on Ivy’s ass again. Red welts crisscrossed Ivy’s ass and backs of her thighs, but Greer was right, because Ivy was literally dripping down the insides of her thighs.
“Do something for me, will you?” Greer asked, touching Nathalie’s upper arm.
“What?”
“Get on the couch. On your back.”
“I can’t lay on my stomach anymore, anyway. It’s too uncomfortable at this point.”
Greer’s lips quirked up at that, but she didn’t say anything. She turned Nathalie toward the couch and shooed Ivy and Lachlan up.
“What are we doing?” Nathalie asked, still curious. But she was willing to let Greer take the reins for a moment on this one. She still wanted to taste Ivy, see what spice she would bring to this moment.
“Shut up, hot stuff. Let the boss work her magic.” Ivy winked in Nathalie’s direction, her hands still locked behind her back. “She’s so very good at it.”
“Hot stuff?” Nathalie asked, frowning slightly. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Ivy winked. “You’re hot stuff, Lachlan is sweet stuff, and Greer’s middle stuff.”
“Middle stuff?” Greer and Nathalie said at the same time.
“What the hell does that mean?” Nathalie added as she shifted herself onto the couch like she’d been told to do.
“Well, she’s the middle—the one that pulled us all together.” Ivy’s lips turned upward into a brilliant smile. She was so damn pleased with herself. “Like the middle of the Oreo. It’s the best part, you know.”
“Oh God, you’re a lunatic.” Nathalie laughed, putting her hands above her head.
“Only in bed,” Ivy dropped her tone and threw a look over her shoulder at Greer. “Does this mean I get to sit on her face and make her shut up again?”
“Yes, yes it does.” Greer pushed Ivy forward a little, helping her to slide down on top of Nathalie, positioning her knees perfectly.
Ivy didn’t sit fully though. She raised up a little and rolled her hips, taunting Nathalie who was confined by the couch and the position and unable to immediately put her face where they both knew she wanted it. Greer, however, didn’t hold back from the show. She teased Ivy’s breasts, plucking her nipples and then dove one hand between Ivy’s legs and slid two fingers deep inside her.
“She’s so ready for you,” Greer murmured, looking directly at Nathalie. “I figured you’d want to taste her, since you haven’t done that before.”
“You thought correctly.” Nathalie admired the way the two of them seemed to think so well together at times like this, where they could almost see what each other was planning but there was still enough surprise in each moment.
Ivy finally settled, and Greer slipped her fingers out, pressing them toward Nathalie’s mouth. Parting her lips, Nathalie sucked Greer’s fingers clean, swirling her tongue in and out and between them to get every last drop of Ivy that she could.
“That’s so hot,” Ivy murmured.
“Just you wait,” Greer whispered and bit Ivy on the shoulder—full on bit her.
Nathalie’s eyes widened at that, but then Greer was gone, and she couldn’t see where she went.
“Lachlan, you show Nathalie what you’ve learned so far and just how good you are at being a student.”
Nathalie could hear them kissing, feel one of them down by her legs. She parted her knees, anticipating that something was going to happen, and she was more than ready for whatever it was. Lachlan’s mouth against her was sweet and hot at the same time. Nathalie hissed, scrunching her eyes closed as Lachlan kissed her clit and did nothing else. Oh, now this was going to be torture—the best kind, and the only kind that Nathalie liked.
Greer stood at the side of the couch, hands on her hips, and she surveyed Nathalie lying on her back with Ivy hovering over her face and Lachlan pressed tightly between her legs. Nathalie raised an eyebrow at her as Lachlan timidly touched her clit with her tongue. She grunted as she started to speak, “M-meet your approval?”
“Almost.” Greer smiled at her. “You’re not doing what you’re supposed to be doing.”
“And what are you supposed to be doing?” Nathalie asked, lifting her hands up to massage Ivy’s tender ass and pull her forward a little. “Because I don’t want you left out of this.”
“Oh, I’ll be right back.” Greer bent down for a kiss with Ivy, and Nathalie managed to cop a feel of her full breast and tweak her nipple in the process. Greer groaned as she pulled away and sent Nathalie a very unsavory look. “None of you come before I get back.”
“She likes to do that,” Ivy muttered. “And I have to say, I like it when she does.”
“Does she?” Nathalie stared up at Ivy, who nodded in response. “You ready?”
“Oh yes. She told you I was.”
Nathalie hummed, and she raised her mouth up and pushed Ivy into her. She covered Ivy’s clit and flicked her tongue right when Lachlan slid one single finger inside her. She had to close her eyes to focus on what was happening because she was struggling to keep up between the sensations and the touches and the task she’d been given.
She was so ready to be touched, having watched them all, having tongue-fucked Lachlan until she came—Nathalie wasn’t someone who held back, but holding off her orgasm was something she hadn’t ever done before. She’d always wanted as many orgasms as possible, and she’d welcomed them each time she reached the pinnacle.
So when Lachlan’s mouth against her brought her so close, she had to fight off the waves of orgasm as they threatened to pull her down. Ivy pushed down closer into her and then pulled back, breathing heavily.
“So fucking close,” Ivy muttered.
“Lachlan…” Nathalie whispered, trying to find her voice. She rutted her hips against Lachlan’s face, but she really needed to stop that. “Lachlan, I need a second.”
It was only then that Lachlan pulled away slightly and slowed her licks to just the occasional. She kept her fingers deep inside Nathalie, however, and fuck, was she adding in a third? Nathalie groaned, digging her nails into Ivy’s ass as she tried to keep herself from tumbling over the edge into orgasm.
“Give her a break, Lachlan.” Greer’s voice was clear as it reached Nathalie’s ears.
Her heart was thundering so hard that she was sure Ivy could feel it against the backs of her thighs. Greer was kneeling down next to her, face so damn close. “You okay?” Greer asked.
“Yes,” Nathalie mumbled, still trying to calm her body down from being brought up so high so quickly.
“Good.” Greer moved in and kissed her. “Mmm, you taste like Ivy. I love that.”
Nathalie was disappointed when Greer moved away so quickly. She wanted more of that steadying voice and touch, something to keep her rooted where she was supposed to be and not in the ether where the orgasm was about to take her.
“Tell me if anything hurts, Nathalie. Do you understand?”
Nathalie locked her gaze on Greer. “What?”
“Tell me if anything hurts. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Greer pressed kisses into Ivy’s thigh as she kept her eyes locked on Nathalie, clearly waiting for an answer.
“Yeah. Sure. W-what are you doing?”
Greer reached behind Ivy and took Nathalie’s hand in her own, bringing it down. Nathalie’s fingers brushed something hard, rubbery, but also slick. She slid her hand down more, finding Greer’s damp curls. She didn’t stop when Greer let go of her hand, and she slid her fingers underneath the strap and found Greer’s clit. She rolled her fingers over it gently. Greer sighed.
“That feels good, but that’s not what I’m here for. Not right this minute anyway.”
Nathalie didn’t stop immediately. She continued to tease as Greer didn’t move away either. “Will it make you come?”
“It might,” Greer answered. “And if it doesn’t, then I’ll give you the pleasure of finishing me off. How’s that sound?”
“Perfect.” Nathalie moved her hand back to Ivy’s ass. “I’m not holding back again.”
“Good. Don’t. No one does.” Greer stood up. She cupped Ivy’s cheek and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Nathalie was entranced with the way their tongues teased each other, the pull of their bodies. She laughed when Greer cupped Ivy’s breast and pulled her nipple hard again before breaking the kiss.
“Lachlan, I’m going to replace your fingers, but the rest is on you.” Greer and Lachlan switched places so that Lachlan was kneeling on the floor next to the couch and Greer was pushed up against Nathalie’s ass. Greer moved slowly, pressing the tip of the dildo against Nathalie’s opening.
Gasping, Nathalie tried to push harder and faster into her, but Greer pulled back. She would keep this fucking slow, wouldn’t she? Ignoring that, Nathalie pressed her face into Ivy’s pussy again. She was going to have Ivy come against her face more than once if she could manage it. She’d take just the once, but she had a feeling that Ivy had a whole lot more to give.
Nathalie whimpered as Greer slid all the way inside her, lifting her butt up off the couch cushion and resting her legs on Greer’s thighs. Lachlan bent over her, hair tickling her belly as she pressed her lips to Nathalie’s clit and her hand to Nathalie’s breast. How the fuck was she managing that?
Nathalie’s brain spun. She tried to keep up with everything, but she couldn’t. It was hard enough to focus on what they were doing to her and what she was doing to Ivy. Group sex had never been a thing for her until now. She’d always preferred one-on-one and the intimacy that came with that, but this was so much more intimate than she’d ever experienced before.
These women were her women. And she would fight fiercely for them any day of the year. She’d fight with them to make each one of them better than they were yesterday, and she’d get down on her hands and knees and beg them to stay. Nathalie groaned loudly. These women were her heart and soul. And she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t figured that out before now.
Greer moved in and out of her at such a slow pace compared to the quickness of Lachlan’s tongue against her clit. Ivy rutted her hips against Nathalie’s mouth, her own voice echoing through the living room loudly. Nathalie careered on some plane of existence that she didn’t even know was a real thing until now. She’d heard about it before, but she’d never thought it was actually real.
She crashed. Her body jerked hard. Ivy called out her name and fell into the side of the couch, Nathalie barely able to keep her upright since she couldn’t brace her fall. Lachlan didn’t slow down and neither did Greer. They continued to tease her and elongate the hardest orgasm that Nathalie could ever remember having.
She wasn’t sure what happened. But Ivy wasn’t sitting on her any longer—she was kissing Lachlan as they sat on the floor together, giggling with her hands freed. Greer was moving her hands up and down Nathalie’s thighs in a sweet, tender move that she wasn’t sure she should expect from the woman who had just fucked her brains out.
“Did you…?” Nathalie couldn’t even finish the question.
“No,” Greer answered, her voice softening. “But don’t worry about it.”
Nathalie closed her eyes, slowed her breathing, and came back to herself. She dropped her hand onto Ivy’s back and slowly petted her soft skin. Nathalie needed more than just a minute for this, that was for certain, but she wasn’t going to let Greer get out of that promise either.
“Come up here,” Nathalie finally beckoned Greer closer.
Greer crawled up, keeping her balance on her hands and her knees as she hovered over Nathalie.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Nathalie said, seriously. “But you’re going to have to work for it.”
Laughing lightly, Greer nodded. “All right.”
Nathalie pressed her hand in between the strap and Greer’s body, she slid her hand down, using the pressure from the strap to keep her hand in place. She went one by one with her fingers until she had three deep inside Greer. She used the heel of her thumb against Greer’s clit.
“Move,” Nathalie ordered.
“Yes, ma’am—oh, I’m sorry. Yes, hot stuff.”
Ivy lost it, laughing from the floor. Nathalie glowered. She would try to take care of that one later. Middle stuff was a ridiculous nickname for Greer, even if she truly was probably the best one out of all of them. Greer rocked her hips. She straightened her back, using the back of the couch to keep herself in place, and she fucked herself on Nathalie’s fingers.
It was glorious to watch. She lifted her free hand to her large breast, covering as much of it as she could. She tweaked her own nipple and moaned in response. All three of them watched Greer like she was the queen dominating them, ruling over them, finally getting exactly what she deserved. Nathalie smiled, genuinely, her lips curling upward and her eyes lighting up as Greer moved against her hand.
“Come on,” Ivy murmured from below, reaching up and running her hand over Greer’s stomach and side. Lachlan mimicked the move against Greer’s ass, squeezing and teasing her there too. They were all watching and waiting for Greer to give them exactly what they wanted, which was Greer’s pleasure, Greer’s freedom, Greer’s part that would make them a whole unit, solidified together.
“Come for us, Greer,” Nathalie said firmly, watching as Greer’s face tightened, as her movements became a little less coordinated. “We want to see you come apart just for us.”
And that was it. Greer cried out, jerking her entire body. She threw her head back as she pushed down into Nathalie’s hand and on her fingers, her breathing coming in rapid little gasps and moans. Lachlan was the first one to stand up and kiss her, then Ivy. Nathalie was at a disadvantage still being underneath Greer, but Greer wasn’t going to leave her out. She bent down and pressed their lips together in a sloppy post-orgasmic kiss.
“I think we need to be done for tonight,” Greer murmured against Nathalie’s lips. “That or we need a late-night dinner.”
Nathalie chuckled. “Popcorn sounds good.”
“Perfect. Someone else can make it.”