Chapter 13 — The Wall And The Room #4
Penny broke the kiss and looked at me, her lips flushed. "She's been thinking about this all week," she said, her voice low and warm and entirely for me. "She made a list."
"It was a very thorough list," Tatum gasped. "Very organized. Extremely well-researched. Don't stop, don't stop, I'm so close, Luke, right there, please, that's the exact spot, that's the spot on the list."
I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth and sucked hard and the sound she made went through me like a current.
Her back arched completely off the mattress, her whole body bowing, and Penny's hand slipped between us and found Tatum's clit, two fingers working slow tight circles, and Tatum came apart so fast it was almost violent, her thighs clamping around my hips, her pussy gripping me in deep rolling pulses that I felt in my spine, her shout starting as something coherent and ending as nothing but noise, loud and real and entirely herself.
I kept moving through it. Short, deep strokes, riding out her orgasm, feeling every pulse of it around my cock.
She laughed in the middle of it, which was so purely Tatum that it almost undid me.
Breathless and delighted and shaking and laughing, her hands fisting in my hair, her body still clenching around me in aftershocks.
"Don't stop," she said, voice breaking around the laugh. "Don't you dare stop now. I want it. I want you to come in me first."
Penny's hand flattened between my shoulder blades, warm and steady. "Give it to her," she said, low and possessive. "I want to watch you fill her."
That did it. Not because I was leaving Penny out.
Because she was there, because she wanted it, because Tatum was underneath me with her legs locked around my hips and Penny was beside us with her eyes dark and her hand on my back, and the two of them wanted the same thing from me so badly I couldn't pretend I had any control left.
I buried myself in Tatum and came inside her.
It hit hard enough to blank the room for a second.
My hips drove deep and stayed there, my cock pulsing in her tight heat, filling her in hot heavy bursts while her body milked every one out of me.
Tatum made a broken delighted sound and wrapped herself around me like she could keep me there by force.
Penny watched with her lips parted and one hand between her own thighs, her composure gone, her pleasure in it so blatant it made the last of the orgasm tear through me in another rough pulse.
When it finally loosened its grip, I stayed inside Tatum and tried to remember how breathing worked.
"Oh my God," she managed, when she could talk again. "Oh my God. Okay. That was. Fuck."
"Still with me?"
"I'm so with you. I'm extremely with you. I'm also going to need a minute." She exhaled hard, grinning up at me, her hair a complete disaster across the pillow, her freckles dark against flushed skin. "Penny's turn. Give her everything. I want to watch."
Penny made a sound beside us that wasn't quite composed.
I pulled out of Tatum slowly and she made a soft unhappy noise even through the satisfaction, and I kissed her, thorough and warm, until she made a different noise entirely. Then I turned.
Penny was already on her back, her legs open, watching me with those dark green eyes that had stopped being controlled somewhere around the moment Tatum asked me to finish in her and hadn't recovered since.
She'd been touching herself while she watched us.
I could see it, her fingers glistening, her inner thighs slick, and the sight of her like this, Penny Rourke, who held every room she walked into, lying in the amber-lit chaos of Tatum's bed with her hair wrecked and her body flushed and her composure absolutely nowhere to be found, hit me somewhere deep and stayed there.
I moved over her and she pulled me down and kissed me, slow and deep, one hand in my hair and one at my jaw, and the kiss said everything about how badly she'd wanted to watch me with Tatum and still have me come back to her.
I pushed into her slowly, watching every flicker of her face as I sank in.
She took me differently than Tatum, not with chaotic enthusiasm but with a deliberate, hungry grace that said she knew exactly what I felt like and wanted to feel what Tatum had just taken from me too.
She exhaled all the way through her body as I seated myself fully inside her, her eyes closing, her lips parting, and then her legs wrapped around my waist and drew me deeper, claiming her turn without apology.
The sound she made was low and warm and nothing like composed.
"There," she breathed. "God. There."
I started to move.
Penny moved with me, her hips rising to meet mine in a rhythm that built fast because we knew each other, because her body knew what it wanted and communicated it clearly, and when she said "harder" I went harder, and the bed knocked against the wall and her breasts moved beneath me and I took one in my mouth and she made a sound that had nothing left of glamour in it, nothing performed, just pure unguarded wanting.
Tatum had propped herself on one elbow beside us, chin in her hand, watching with open satisfied appreciation.
She reached out and stroked slowly up Penny's arm.
Penny turned her head toward Tatum, eyes still hazy, and Tatum kissed her, and Penny kissed back with everything she had left, which was considerable, and the sound Penny made into Tatum's mouth drove me to go deeper and I felt Penny gasp against Tatum's lips.
Tatum broke the kiss to grin at me over Penny's shoulder. "She's close," she said, like she was reporting useful data. "I know her face."
"I can hear you," Penny said, breathless.
"Good," Tatum said, and kissed her cheek, and then her throat, and then her collarbone, her hand spreading warm across Penny's stomach. "You're so beautiful right now. You're always beautiful, but right now you're insane. You know that? You're actually insane."
"Tatum," Penny said, and it was half protest and half something else entirely.
"I know," Tatum said, soft and certain. "I know."
I found the angle Penny liked and held it and worked her with everything I had, and Penny's nails found my back and her breath came in short sharp pulls and her whole body started to concentrate and tighten in the way I recognized, and I kept the rhythm exactly where it was, no variation, no mercy, just steady sustained pressure at the spot that made her lose language.
She came apart without warning, or maybe with every warning, depending on how well you were paying attention.
Not loud like Tatum. Concentrated and deep, a long controlled shudder that broke at the end into a sharp exhale and my name in a voice that had surrendered every last piece of composure it had been holding.
Her legs locked around me and her arms pulled me down and her body pulsed around me in slow rolling waves and she said my name again, quieter, like it was the only word she had left.
I kept moving. Slower, deeper, staying with her through every wave of it, and she held on and shook and said my name a third time and the sound of it and the feel of her and the weight of everything that had built to this moment crested through me all at once and I buried myself fully inside her and let go.
I came hard. My cock swelling, pulsing, flooding her in deep hot bursts that I felt against the head of my cock in waves, one after another, my hips driving through each one without restraint, my face in the curve of her neck, her hands in my hair, Tatum's palm warm and steady on my back.
Penny held me through every pulse of it, her arms tight, her body still shuddering through the tail end of her own, and she said my name one more time in a low voice that was nothing but real and nothing but hers.
When I finally stilled, buried inside her, I couldn't form a thought. Couldn't locate language. Could only breathe, and feel her breathing under me, and feel Tatum's hand moving in slow warm circles on my back.
From beside us, Tatum said, quietly and with great satisfaction, "Both of you're extremely beautiful and I planned this perfectly."
Penny laughed, bright and real, the sound loosening something in my chest.
I lifted my head and looked at Tatum. She was grinning, wholehearted and entirely unrepentant, her copper hair a disaster and her blue eyes lit with the delighted certainty of someone who had gotten exactly what she wanted and intended to feel good about it for a very long time.
I pulled out of Penny slowly and she made a soft sound. She reached for me and I caught her hand and held it. Then I reached for Tatum with my other arm and pulled her in, and the three of us settled into the wrecked amber-lit landscape of Tatum's bed, tangled together, breathing.
The fairy lights strung across the ceiling turned everything gold.
The candle on the nightstand had burned down a third of the way.
My cum was warm on both their thighs, evidence of what we'd done written across three bodies in a way that nobody was pretending hadn't happened, and the room smelled like us now, and outside the window the lake was doing whatever the lake did at this hour, and none of us were going anywhere.
***
The sheets were wrecked. Damp with sweat and streaked with the evidence of what we'd done, and underneath me, between my arms, two women breathing in the ragged rhythm of people who had blown the doors off something and weren't in any hurry to put them back.
Tatum's room smelled like us now. Not just her vanilla-spice candle or the coconut shampoo in her bathroom or the Trouble-coded chaos of throw pillows and framed photos and the unicorn on the windowsill.
Now it smelled like sex. Raw and honest and impossible to deny.
My cum on the sheets, on both their thighs, the musk of three bodies pushed past polite and into something real.