Chapter Seventeen
SAMMIE’S SKIN PRICKLED in the cool air conditioning, despite the heat flaring across her cheeks. She hoped the camera didn’t pick up on her blushing, or that it at least just looked like a typical sex-fueled flush.
She was on Kieran’s bed, in nothing but her bra and underwear, alone. He sat in his comfy little chair, just out of frame. Sammie could feel his stare, could imagine tracks burned into her skin that followed the line of his gaze.
“Ready to go?”
The mattress dipped as the third person in the room took her place next to Sammie.
Talia was in her early thirties. Small to Sammie’s tall. Petite, soft, gently rounded curves. Pale, with blonde curls and big brown eyes. All charming smiles and sweet laughter.
Sammie swallowed thickly. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
Maria had passed Sammie’s contact info along to Talia.
They’d hit it off immediately, much to Sammie’s relief, considering the sole purpose of their communication was to set up a good time to, well, fuck.
Talia was a relaxing presence, both through text and in person.
She had provided references and displayed a professionalism that Sammie found reassuring.
Kieran had vetted her as well, and she’d met whatever standards he’d set for this little adventure.
They’d all been tested, the final barrier overcome.
Sammie sort of couldn’t believe it was actually happening.
She had been swept along in Talia’s wake from the moment the other woman had arrived.
All business, telling both her and Kieran what to do, taking charge from the get go.
Sammie didn’t mind. If she’d had to make any sort of decision about anything they were going to do today, the pressure might have been enough to see her backing out.
“Kieran.” Talia’s voice pulled Sammie back to the present, back to the cool room and the soft mattress and the absolutely stunning woman kneeling on the bed next to her. “You just sit and watch for a bit, and join in whenever you’re ready, ‘kay?”
Sammie glanced over at Kieran. He was watching, his expression a mask, but Sammie could still see something there. A heat in his darkened stare. She was shocked to find that gaze pinning her, and her alone. He nodded, one corner of his mouth tilting up ever so slightly.
Talia smiled sweetly. “Just follow my lead.”
Sammie hadn’t been sure this was something Kieran would go for, when she’d made her list of things she wanted to try. And if she was being honest, it wasn’t something she’d known if she would be able to go through with.
But it was happening now. Talia was moving, sliding closer to Sammie, trailing perfectly manicured fingertips down her arms, setting off goosebumps along Sammie’s skin.
And Sammie felt fucking wonderful.
She melted against Talia’s touch, reaching out to pull her closer. Sammie’s rule had been firmly restated. No kissing on camera. Talia had agreed, waving it off with a simple, “We’ll just have to get creative then, won’t we?”
Sammie was ready to get creative.
Talia let out a small gasp as Sammie yanked her closer.
They were skin to skin now, and she could feel the pressure of Talia’s breasts against her own, the friction of their lacy bras setting off sparks down Sammie’s spine.
Sammie ran her hands over Talia’s ribs, down her sides, pulling lightly at the waistband of her thong.
“So much for following my lead.” Talia chuckled as she tossed her head back.
Sammie knew Kieran would crop the video, would blur out their faces any time they slipped into frame.
It was a shame, she thought, that no one else would get to see the delight and arousal that washed over Talia’s expression as Sammie slipped a hand past the fabric of her underwear.
Talia gasped as Sammie teased along her entrance, sliding her fingers through the wetness already there.
Fuck, she felt good, so warm as she moved to rock against Sammie’s hand.
A mirroring gasp sounded out from across the room.
A soft sound, barely there, but Sammie hadn’t forgotten who else was with them.
As she leaned forward, pressing her lips to Talia’s shoulder where one strap of her bra had fallen, Sammie pictured Kieran behind her, watching intently.
As she tasted her way down Talia’s skin until she could take her nipple between her teeth, Sammie pictured Kieran taking himself in hand, his lips parted and his cheeks flushed as he worked his own cock.
Talia wasn’t quiet, little cries of pleasure escaping her as Sammie teased her nipple, her fingers circling the other woman’s clit.
She was trembling in Sammie’s arms as they rocked against one another.
Sammie’s own underwear were damp with her arousal, her pussy aching for attention.
Talia shifted, her thigh pressing between Sammie’s legs, giving her something to grind against.
Fuck. Sammie was going to come from this alone.
And maybe Kieran sensed that. Maybe he knew time was running out, if he wanted to get in on things before Sammie was reduced to a sexed-out puddle of goo on his sheets.
Hands were at her waist, big and strong, holding her hips still, keeping Sammie from finding the friction she so desperately needed.
She could feel Kieran standing behind her, his cock hard against her back.
Sammie leaned into the touch, pressing back against him as she continued to work Talia, plunging two fingers into her pussy and pulling a sharp gasp from her.
Sammie could only imagine what they looked like together. A part of her couldn’t wait to see it for herself. Couldn’t wait to see her, Sammie, pinned between two beautiful people, tearing pleasured sounds from both of them.
“I need more.” Talia’s words were a breath against Sammie’s collarbone.
She was reaching forward, yanking Kieran closer, and his hands moved to cup her breasts, pushing past her bra, teasing until she was crying out.
Sammie was between them, every inch of her skin burning with sensitivity.
She braced herself back against Kieran’s chest, pushing Talia away, earning a cry of protest.
Sammie needed more, too.
“Come here,” she said softly, but there was a level of command to her words that even she hadn’t been expecting. Sammie shifted, pulling Talia with her as she laid back on the bed. Talia towered over her despite her small frame, knees bracketing Sammie’s waist.
“You’re so good to me.” Talia grinned as she leaned forward, nipping at the underside of Sammie’s breast through the fabric of her bra.
Sammie arched into the touch, watching as Kieran knelt at the end of the mattress.
His hands set off sparks along her skin as he ran them down her thighs, lingering along the lines of her tattoo.
He followed the ink up to her hip until it disappeared beneath her underwear.
Pushing the fabric aside, Sammie watched as he teased her entrance, his gaze heated as he stared at the places he touched.
How had she ended up here? Getting fingered by the hottest guy she knew while a pint-sized, gorgeous woman pressed featherlight kisses along her collarbone.
Sammie gasped as Talia continued to move up her body, even as Kieran continued to gently run his fingers up and down the lines of her cunt.
“So good for both of us,” Talia breathed out, settling herself into a kneeling position above Sammie’s face.
“Keep being a good girl for me, and I’ll let him take care of you, ‘kay?”
Oh, Sammie could be a good girl. Sammie could be a very good girl.
She dug her fingers into Talia’s hips, yanking her forward, down, moaning the moment her tongue met the other woman’s pussy. Talia cried out above her, immediately rocking into Sammie’s touch.
“Just like that,” Talia breathed, the words shaky, high-pitched and needy.
“So good for me.” One of Talia’s hands teased her own nipple as the other tangled in Sammie’s hair.
She tasted like bliss, wet and warm, slick against Sammie’s chin, pulsing against her tongue.
Sammie dug her fingers in harder, urging Talia to ride her, to chase the pleasure she needed.
Her movements were growing frantic, hurried, losing rhythm as Sammie plunged her tongue into her pussy again and again, as she found Talia’s clit and sucked gently.
Just as Talia was reaching her crest, as her thighs trembled where they rested on either side of Sammie’s face, Kieran pulled his hand away, leaving Sammie gasping at the inattention where she needed it most.
Without preamble, as Talia continued to rock against her face, Sammie’s own underwear were yanked down. Her mind didn’t have time to catch up before Kieran was there, burying his face in her cunt, eating Sammie out with such fervor that her soul damn near left her body.
Kieran couldn’t wait any longer. He was not a good boy.
And as much as he liked to watch, he could only hold out for so long when he had two beautiful women waiting for him to join them.
Not that he’d been paying much attention to Talia, as he’d sat in his chair across the room.
No, try as he might, Kieran’s eyes kept falling back to Sammie.
Sammie’s face as she’d watched the other woman, a flush on her cheeks and heat in her gaze.
Her hands, sliding over soft skin, dipping into Talia’s wet cunt.
She’d started finger fucking the other woman, such command in her actions, and Kieran’s mind had gone blank.
All he’d been able to think was that he sure wouldn’t mind getting fucked liked that.
Sammie writhed against his mouth, her cries muffled where she was trapped under Talia.
Kieran sucked her clit as he pressed two fingers into her pussy, earning a moan that rumbled through all three of them and sent Talia tipping over the edge.
She gasped, falling forward, bracing herself on shaky arms as Sammie held her to her face, working her through the waves of her orgasm.
Kieran continued his own ministrations, even as Talia moved off of Sammie, situating herself at the head of the bed.
He didn’t stop, not when Talia pushed at Sammie’s shoulders, helping her to a sitting position.
He didn’t stop when he felt both women’s gazes on him.
He didn’t spare more than a glance up, because seeing Sammie leaning back against Talia—who was running her hands over every inch of Sammie’s skin, pulling small sounds from her as Kieran continued to feast—was too much considering the lack of attention to his dick.
He didn’t care. His own pleasure didn’t matter, not with Sammie so wet against him, chasing her release faster and faster as Talia held her. She was panting, gasping, whining moans falling from her lips with every breath.
Talia’s arms around Sammie only served to make him work harder. Yes, the other woman might be adding to Sammie’s pleasure, might be holding her steady and working her up, but Kieran would be the one to make her come.
He rutted against the edge of the bed, desperate for any amount of friction against his weeping dick.
He hadn’t even taken his briefs off, for fuck’s sake.
There hadn’t been time, not when a possessive need had washed over him, unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
Nothing else had been present in his mind as he’d watched Sammie on his bed, nothing beyond the desire to be there with her, to be the one rewarding her for her brilliant performance.
Kieran gripped her thigh, felt it tremble beneath his fingers, even as she rocked against his lips. His beard was a mess, coated in her slick. He’d turned his ball cap backwards, a few hairs escaping where he’d pushed them back, now sticking to his sweat-dampened face.
It was Sammie he was tasting, Sammie he was riling up to the point where thoughts didn’t matter. Sammie. Kieran couldn’t dwell on that knowledge, couldn’t dwell on anything beyond the need to make the woman before him scream with release.
Sammie’s hips jerked, a sobbing gasp wrenching from her chest as her pussy clenched around Kieran’s fingers.
That would be it, the end of the video, Sammie’s orgasm cresting as Kieran continued to eat her out through every tremor afterwards.
Talia’s hands on her stomach, her breasts, her throat, holding her steady through it all.
But Kieran wasn’t done. Even as the camera continued to record, he pulled himself away from her pussy, climbing up the bed on all fours until he was hovering over Sammie, her heaving breaths fanning out across his damp face.
They were close, so close. Talia was there, too, but Kieran paid her no mind. All he could see was Sammie, her chest rising and falling steadily, her eyes hooded, her hair a tangled mess.
“It’s too bad,” Kieran said, his voice so quiet he was sure the camera couldn’t pick up his words. “About your rule. Otherwise I’d let you taste yourself.”
He didn’t know why he’d said it. Rules were rules, and Kieran wasn’t one to break them. But once again, he found himself thinking how easy it would be to lean forward, to close the diminishing distance between them.
Sammie reached for him, her hand gripping his arm as their breaths tangled together. They were hyper-focused on one another, Kieran curled over her. Sammie had a leg between his thighs. She pressed it up, giving his cock something to rut against, and Kieran was gone.
They didn’t break the rule. Kieran let his head fall, his forehead pressing to the crook of Sammie’s neck as he came after two quick thrusts into his hand.
It was still there, even after the haze of his orgasm began to dissipate. That urge to close the distance between him, to capture her lips with his own.
And Kieran didn’t know what to do with that desire, that need that he had never felt before.
“Christ.” Talia’s voice broke the tension. “If you two ever wanna do this again, hit me up.”
There was a tug in Kieran’s chest, even as he chuckled along with Sammie.
An insistent pull, something he hadn’t experienced in the past. Not jealousy.
No, Kieran hadn’t felt a whiff of jealousy as Talia had captured Sammie’s attention.
But there was something there, a possessive need that had caught Kieran unawares.
The urge to claim what wasn’t his. To ask for something he didn’t understand.
Later that evening, when he watched himself bringing Sammie closer and closer to release, spilling into his palm instead of editing the clips like he was supposed to be doing, that incessant tug was still there, pulling at something Kieran couldn’t yet recognize.