Chapter 16 Where She Sleeps #4
Luna shifted the arm beneath Poppy's knee whenever my pace changed, never letting the raised leg sag or Poppy's hip twist. Poppy noticed.
She stopped reaching for leverage and gave Luna more of her weight, then gave me more of her body.
Her shoulders rested fully against Luna.
Her thighs stayed open in our hands. Each thrust moved through her without making her brace for the next one.
"That's it," Luna said near her ear. "You don't have to hold the room together."
Poppy answered with a broken moan. Her hand opened on my arm, fingers no longer gripping, and I drove deeper into the softness she'd finally let us carry.
I changed pace. Slow enough to make her beg. Fast enough to break the plea into cries. Deep strokes that pressed her back into Luna, followed by short grinding thrusts that kept my cock buried while my pelvis worked her clit.
Poppy's hands moved over both of us. One gripped my arm. The other reached behind her and slid down Luna's thigh.
Luna's breath touched Poppy's ear. "What do you want?"
"You. Still."
"I'm here."
Poppy's fingers found the wet heat between Luna's legs.
Luna shifted her knees wider around Poppy and guided Poppy's hand where she wanted it. Poppy circled Luna's clit with two fingers while I drove into her. Luna's body tightened behind her.
Poppy smiled through a gasp. "Hard pressure. Same circle."
"You remembered."
"I pay attention."
She pressed harder.
Luna groaned and pushed her hips into Poppy's hand. The movement changed Luna's hold beneath Poppy's thigh, lifting her another fraction. My next thrust struck deeper.
Poppy's smile disappeared in a cry.
"Again," she demanded.
I repeated the stroke.
Luna rocked against Poppy's fingers. Poppy rocked against my cock. Their motions fed each other, each pressure changing the angle of the next. The bed shifted beneath us. Sweat ran between Poppy's breasts and along Luna's stomach where their bodies met.
I sped up.
My hips struck Poppy's ass in a hard, steady rhythm. Her pussy grew wetter around me, every thrust carrying a slick sound through the room. Luna's hand slid from Poppy's stomach to her clit and pressed two fingers against it.
Poppy jerked. Her hand faltered against Luna.
"Don't stop," Luna said.
Poppy found the circle again.
Luna matched it on Poppy.
Both women gasped.
I watched Poppy's body tighten between us. Her thighs shook in our hands. Her pussy began to flutter around my cock, quick contractions that climbed with every stroke.
"Close?" I asked.
"So close." She grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down until our mouths met. "Fuck me harder, baby. I want to come around you."
I gave her what she asked for.
Luna braced Poppy with both thighs and one strong arm while keeping the other hand on her clit. I drove into her, deep and hard, the angle locked by Luna's support. Poppy kissed me between cries, tongue catching mine whenever the thrust didn't steal her breath.
Her fingers pressed faster against Luna.
Luna's command broke into a moan. "Right there, Poppy. Keep that pressure."
Poppy obeyed.
Luna's core flexed behind her. Her hips moved against Poppy's hand, controlled at first, then hungry. Poppy felt it and smiled into my mouth.
"She's close too."
"Make her come," I said.
Luna's fingers dug into Poppy's hip. "Both of you first."
"Not how this works," Poppy gasped. "We're together."
She pressed harder.
Luna's orgasm started in the arm holding Poppy. The muscle went rigid against Poppy's stomach. Then Luna's thighs tightened around her, core shaking as her clit pulsed under Poppy's fingers. A raw cry broke from her mouth and ran along Poppy's neck.
The sound pushed Poppy over.
Her pussy clamped around my cock so hard my rhythm broke. She arched inside Luna's grip, crying my name while wet contractions gripped me in wave after wave. Luna kept rubbing Poppy's clit through her own orgasm. Poppy kept her fingers on Luna. Neither woman let the other fall away.
I drove through the first pulses, holding on by the thinnest edge I had left.
Poppy looked at me.
Her face was flushed. Tears of pleasure brightened the corners of her eyes. Her body still shook against Luna, pussy milking my cock with every aftershock.
"Come inside me," she said.
I thrust deep.
"Say it again."
Poppy caught my face between both hands. "Come in your Baby Girl, Nash. Fill me up. I want to feel you give me every drop."
Luna's arm locked around Poppy's waist. "Give her what she's asking for, baby."
The word from Luna, soft inside all that command, finished what Poppy's clenching pussy had started.
I came hard.
My cock pulsed deep inside Poppy. The first thick release punched a groan out of me.
I held her hips against mine as another hot pulse spilled into her, her pussy clenching around every throb.
Poppy cried out and ground herself onto me, taking it deeper.
Luna held her open and trembling, her own body still shuddering behind Poppy's.
"Yes," Poppy sobbed. "God, yes. I can feel it."
More cum pumped into her. It filled the tight space around my cock and began to leak where our bodies met, slick warmth running over my balls and Poppy's ass. I stayed buried and pushed one last time, emptying myself as deep as I could.
Poppy came apart again around the release.
Her orgasm had never fully stopped. The heat of my cum and the pulse of my cock drove another series of clenches through her.
She shook in Luna's arms, mouth open against mine, while Luna pressed her face to Poppy's shoulder and rode the last of her own aftershocks.
For a while, the room became breath, sweat, and the wet pulse where I remained inside her.
I didn't move.
Poppy's pussy held me in soft contractions. Each one squeezed more cum around the base of my cock. Luna's hand covered Poppy's stomach, feeling the tremors beneath her skin. Her other hand found mine and linked our fingers over Poppy's hip.
Poppy opened her eyes.
Her gaze moved from Luna's arm around her to my face. The dazed smile that followed belonged to a woman who'd gotten exactly what she'd asked us to give her.
She kissed me slowly.
When my cock softened enough to slip free, cum followed in a thick spill over Poppy's swollen pussy and down the inside of her thigh. She whimpered at the loss and tried to close her legs.
Luna's support kept the movement gentle. She lowered Poppy's raised thigh and eased her back against the pillows without letting her drop.
I collapsed beside them, breathing like I'd run the lake instead of crossed it.
Poppy lay between us for three seconds before her hand started searching for the nightstand.
Luna caught her wrist.
"No."
"Water," Poppy said, still breathless. "For you. Both of you."
"Nash can reach it."
"I've got arms."
"They're off duty."
I reached across Luna for one of the bottles. My hand shook enough that the plastic crackled in my grip.
"Management supports the temporary shutdown," I said.
Poppy gave me a tired glare. "This is a conspiracy."
"It's care," Luna said. "Try not to organize it."
That quieted her.
I opened the bottle and held it to Poppy's mouth. She drank while lying back against Luna, one hand resting uselessly on my wrist because she couldn't tolerate receiving anything without touching the person giving it.
Water escaped the corner of her mouth and ran over her chin. I caught it with my thumb. Poppy turned and kissed the pad.
"More?"
She shook her head.
I passed the bottle to Luna. She drank, then let me set it aside before I ran my hand over her thigh.
The muscle still jumped beneath my palm.
"How are your legs?"
"Attached."
"Compelling medical assessment."
"You exhausted the specialist."
I pressed my palm into the strong curve above her knee and worked upward, slow pressure over the muscle she'd used to ride me and hold Poppy. Luna's eyes closed for a second. Her head tipped against the wall.
"There," she said. Softer. "That's good."
Luna drew Poppy's ankle across her lap and started working both thumbs into the tight arch of her foot.
Poppy blinked at her. "What are you doing?"
"Your legs shook for ten minutes."
"That was recreational."
Luna pressed into the center of the arch. Poppy's toes curled, and a helpless sound slipped out of her.
"Still recreational?" Luna asked.
"I withdraw the objection."
I moved my hand from Luna's thigh to Poppy's calf and kneaded the cramped muscle while Luna worked her foot.
Poppy lay between us receiving from both directions, too spent to turn either touch into a task.
Every time she reached to return the favor, one of us caught her hand and put it back on her stomach.
By the third attempt, she finally stopped trying.
I kept one hand on Luna and the other on Poppy's hip. Poppy was still trembling in small bursts. Cum continued to ease from her pussy, warm against her thigh and the damp sheet beneath her. I traced the curve of her waist instead of reaching for anything that would erase it.
"You sore, Sugar?"
"Deliciously."
Luna opened one eye. "That's not an answer."
"Then yes. A little. My legs have resigned. My pussy is filing a strongly worded complaint. I'm still extremely happy."
"There she is," I said.
Poppy smiled. "Where else would I be?"
She tried to push herself upright again.