Chapter 13 — The Wall And The Room #3
Penny laughed against my chest, her mouth finding my skin, tongue tracing my collarbone with a pressure that made my jaw clench and my hips roll forward.
Tatum pushed my jeans down, and my cock sprang free, hard and throbbing and already wet at the tip, and the sound Tatum made, low and hungry and genuinely awed, went straight to my balls.
"God," she whispered. "Did you get bigger since you fucked me in the shower yesterday? Because if so, I have follow-up questions and zero complaints."
Penny's mouth found mine, swallowing whatever came next, and her kiss was deep and thorough, her tongue against mine, her hand finding my cock and wrapping around it with a firmness that made me groan against her lips.
Behind me, Tatum's hands were on my ass, pulling me back against her where I could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her shorts, and the press of both of them from both sides, Penny's mouth on mine, Tatum's body against my back, both of them warm and wanting and completely in control, turned my restraint to ash.
"Clothes," Penny murmured against my mouth. "Off. All of them."
Tatum stepped back and pulled her tank top over her head in one fluid motion that sent her copper hair flying.
She was naked from the waist up, her breasts full and perfect, nipples already hard, freckles standing out against the fair skin of her chest where her bikini lines made pale curves I wanted to trace with my tongue.
She pushed her shorts down her legs and kicked them away, standing in nothing but cotton underwear patterned with tiny cartoon cherries and one smug little embroidered flame over her hip, the fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide how wet she was.
I could see the dark fabric between her thighs, and the sight made my cock throb in Penny's hand hard enough to hurt.
Penny was slower. Deliberate. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra with Rourke elegance, and when the fabric fell away, her breasts were bare, full and high, her tan lines crisp against golden skin, and the way she stood there watching me watch her said everything about how much she enjoyed being seen by the one man whose gaze actually mattered.
She pushed her leggings down along with whatever she was wearing underneath, stepped out of them, and stood there naked and golden and completely herself.
The contrast, Tatum's compact freckled physically bold energy against Penny's toned glamorous composed heat, turned the air in Tatum's chaotic room so thick I could barely breathe.
"Bed," Tatum said, and pushed me backward until my legs hit the mattress and I sat down hard, my cock standing against my stomach, leaking at the tip, throbbing with each heartbeat.
They descended on me together. Tatum on my left, her mouth finding my neck, her tongue tracing my pulse with a hunger that made my vision blur.
Penny on my right, her hand still wrapped around my cock, stroking slow and firm, her thumb circling the head where I was leaking.
The coordination of it, two women, two mouths, four hands, working me with the practiced ease of people who had discussed this in detail and were now executing with devastating precision, drove me higher until my balls ached and my jaw clenched and my hands found whatever skin they could reach.
Tatum's mouth moved lower. Down my chest, my stomach, and then she was on her knees between my legs, her copper hair spilling across my thighs, and her hand replaced Penny's on my cock, guiding me to her mouth with a confidence that felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Her lips wrapped around me, warm and wet and eager, and the sound she made around my cock, half moan, half laugh, vibrated through my shaft and into my spine.
"She's good," Penny murmured against my ear, her hand tracing idle circles on my chest where she could feel exactly how fast my heart was beating.
"Very good. I've heard stories." Her mouth found mine, and the kiss was deep and possessive and carried the heat of a woman who was turned on by watching another woman please the man they both wanted.
Tatum worked me with her mouth, enthusiastic and skilled, her tongue doing things that made my thighs shake and my hands fist in her copper hair, and above me, Penny's fingers traced my jaw with a tenderness that belied the hard ache in my cock.
"We're going to fuck you," Penny whispered against my ear. "Both of us. However you want. However it fits. But first." She pulled back, her green eyes holding mine with a hunger so clear it should have been visible from space. "I want to taste you while you taste her."
Tatum pulled off my cock with a wet sound that echoed in the warm air, her blue eyes wide and bright and completely beyond hesitation. "Yes. That. Very that. Very, very enthusiastic about that configuration."
Penny laughed and kissed her, hard and thorough, their mouths meeting over my thighs where my cock stood wet and aching between them, and the sight of it, Penny's platinum hair against Tatum's copper, both of them naked and wanting and completely unashamed, drove me so close to the edge I had to grip the sheets to keep from coming right there.
They rearranged themselves on the bed with the easy coordination of people who had talked through exactly this.
Tatum straddled my chest, her thighs framing my face, and she was soaked, her pussy slick and pink and right there, and I gripped her hips and pulled her down to my mouth because there was no other option, no other world in which I didn't do exactly that.
She bucked the moment my tongue found her, moaning, bracing her hands on the headboard, and I ate her out with everything I had while below me Penny wrapped her mouth around my cock again, slower and more deliberate than Tatum, her eyes anchored on my face like she was drawing lines between us.
Tatum rode my mouth, shaking, her thighs tight against my ears, her sounds getting louder and less controlled, and Penny stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, her free hand moving between her own legs, touching herself while she worked me, and I felt the whole bed vibrate with wanting.
Penny pulled off and kissed Tatum, long and deep, both of them breathing hard, and then Tatum slid off my chest and they rearranged again, and now Penny hovered over my face, her thighs framing my head, while Tatum took my cock back in her mouth and worked me with a focused enthusiasm that made my hips jerk.
Penny tasted different. Sweeter, more controlled, like even her body held something back until it couldn't. I gripped her thighs and felt her shudder, felt her composure start to go, felt her weight drop heavier against my mouth as she chased what she wanted, and her hand found my hair and held on.
She came on my tongue with a sharp exhale and a low sound that started controlled and ended as nothing like it, her thighs clamping, her whole body concentrated and shaking, and Tatum made a triumphant noise around my cock that vibrated through me and drove me to the absolute edge.
I pulled Tatum up by the arms before I lost it completely, and she came willingly, laughing, breathless, her lips wet and her eyes bright.
"Jesus, Tatum. That mouth is dangerous, and I’m about five seconds from proving it. You ready for me to fuck you?"
Tatum laughed, bright and shaky, and wrapped her legs around my waist. "Born ready. Now stop asking and fuck me, Luke, before I actually explode."
Penny pressed her mouth to my neck, her teeth grazing the skin below my ear. "Together," she whispered. "Exactly how we planned."
I pushed into Tatum slowly, watching her face, feeling every inch of her grip me with tight hungry heat, and above us the fairy lights strung across her ceiling turned everything gold, and I wasn't thinking about anything except the two women in this room and the fact that I was exactly where all three of us needed me to be.
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Tatum made a sound when I pushed fully into her that had nothing polite about it. Her head dropped back, copper hair cascading across the pillow in a wild sprawl, and the word she chose was my name followed by something that wasn't a word at all, just noise, bright and unguarded and completely her.
I held still for a moment, seated all the way inside her, watching her face.
Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling fast. Her fingers gripped my shoulders like she was deciding whether to pull me closer or scratch me bloody, and I knew from experience she'd probably do both.
"Move," she said, not asking. "Luke. Move. Right now. I'm serious, I'll actually lose my mind if you don't move."
I moved.
She met me thrust for thrust, her body working with mine in that bright fearless way she had, athletic and joyful and completely without self-consciousness, her hips rising off the mattress to take me deeper, her legs hooking around the backs of my thighs to pull me in.
The wet sound of it filled the room. The creak of the mattress.
The soft knock of the headboard finding the wall for the first time, then finding it again, settling into a rhythm like a metronome set to something urgent.
Penny knelt beside us on the bed, her platinum hair loose around her shoulders, watching with eyes that had gone very dark and very warm.
Her hand moved slow and deliberate across my back, feeling the muscles work, and the look on her face was possessive and hungry and openly, unapologetically turned on by exactly what she was seeing.
She leaned in and kissed Tatum's shoulder.
Tatum turned her head without losing a beat and caught Penny's mouth, and they kissed while I kept driving into her, and I watched them over the sounds of both of them and thought about how I had no idea how I'd gotten here and no interest in questioning it.