Chapter 45 #2
We shifted positions with an almost choreographed grace. Soon, Ali’s breasts were against my lips, but the moment was interrupted by Kelsey’s hand fisting in my hair at the base of my neck. She hauled me back toward her mouth with bruising strength.
"Kitty... you’re mine," she growled against my lips, her possessiveness sending a flood of heat between my thighs. She turned her emerald gaze toward Ali, pointing to the edge of the heavy dresser where I had been standing. "Sit on the edge."
As Ali obeyed with a quiet, eager focus, I returned to her neck, my teeth grazing the skin in a desperate search for more contact. She anchored her hands on my waist, and I felt myself fitting into her embrace with a terrifying, perfect ease.
I let go of her shirt and moved to her pants, unbuttoning them with a steady hand and watching as the fabric pooled at her feet.
After shedding my own dress, that elegant, restrictive armor, I reclined on the bed, facing Ali as she leaned against the dresser.
Kelsey’s voice cut through the quiet, a velvet command directing Ali to strip and ordering me to watch every second of it.
A moan escaped my lips as Kelsey’s tongue traced a path between my breasts, her hands claiming them with a firm, possessive squeeze.
I could see Ali’s reaction from across the room her nipples were dark and erect, her breathing heavy and erratic as she witnessed the intimacy before her.
Kelsey’s emerald gaze locked onto mine as she moved between my legs. I instinctively hooked my free calf around her waist, pulling her closer. Her hand brushed my lips and I obeyed, taking her fingers into my mouth.
I closed my eyes, losing myself in the salt and silk of her skin, fully aware that I was beyond saving when it came to this woman.
When I opened them again, I turned my head toward Ali, who was watching us with a hunger so naked she was wetting her lower lip just to stay focused.
"Come here," Kelsey commanded Ali, her voice a low vibration. "Kiss me while Meg has her fun with you."
She withdrew her fingers from my mouth, her hand lingering to trace the sharp line of my jaw before she focused back on me.
"Kels..." I whispered, the name a jagged prayer.
She didn't let me finish. She pressed the weight of her hips against my pelvis, the friction igniting a fire that made my entire body surge toward her.
We collided in a kiss, leaving me craving a depth of connection that only she could provide.
I struggled to find my breath, my lungs burning as I felt her hands clamp down on my thighs with bruising intensity. Every time she undulated her hips against me, a fresh wave of moans tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable.
As Ali moved closer, Kelsey shifted, her posture radiating a dark, regal authority. Without a word, she hauled me onto her lap, her palm splaying over my pussy in a firm, possessive squeeze. Her emerald eyes never wavered from mine.
"Damn... you are so fucking hot," Kelsey rasped, offering Ali a predatory smile before pulling her into a fierce kiss. All the while, her thumb found my clitoris, pinning it with a rhythm that made my vision blur. "I’m going to give you exactly what you want, Kitty... lie down."
She pressed me back into the mattress once more, her penetration becoming eager and relentless. My moans grew loud and uneven, a jagged soundtrack to the heat between us. My eyes were squeezed shut, one hand anchoring on Kelsey’s arm while the other found purchase on the soft curve of Ali’s ass.
"Ali, sit on my Kitty’s face," Kelsey commanded, the order sharp and final.
I felt the weight of Ali’s legs framing my head as she lowered herself, her heat settling perfectly over my mouth. I didn't hesitate; I took her in, my tongue working with a newfound desperation.
"Kitty," Kelsey’s voice dropped to a low, warning hum. "If Ali comes before I’m done, I stop eating you out. Focus."
The threat ignited a fresh spark of adrenaline. My hands moved over Ali’s legs, squeezing her ass as a way to vent the mounting pressure in my own body. Our moans mingled into a single, chaotic chord of desire. I was on the verge of splintering, the tension becoming unbearable.
"Kels... please... suck me!" I begged, the words muffled against Ali’s skin.
I felt the familiar weight of Kelsey’s shoulders settling against the inside of my thighs, followed by the agonizingly sweet sensation of her lips ghosting over my crotch. The world narrowed down to the taste of Ali and the devastating promise of Kelsey’s mouth.
Kelsey’s tongue finally claimed me, and I couldn't help but grind my hips against her face in a desperate, rhythmic plea. I felt myself being penetrated simultaneously, my moans muffled and swallowed by the heat pressed against my mouth.
"Get off her," Kelsey commanded, her voice cutting through the haze of lust. Ali obeyed instantly, leaving me shivering and weak.
Kelsey hauled me onto her lap, her kiss urgent and raw, the salt and silk of our shared scent mingling on our lips.
She trailed her mouth down to my chin and the sensitive cord of my neck, sending me into a delirium of pleasure, only to stop once more, hovering just above my skin.
"Alica!" she called out. Kelsey gave me a long, lingering peck, whispering a promise that the wait would be worth every agonizing second.
I propped myself up on my elbows, my breath coming in shallow gasps, as I watched Kelsey walk over to Ali. She caught Ali’s wrists, bending her over the heavy dresser in a display of effortless dominance.
"Kitty," Kelsey said, her emerald eyes locking onto mine, "do you think I can make her break before you do?"
A mischievous heat flooded my expression. I bit my lower lip, slowly shaking my head in a silent challenge. Kelsey responded with a sharp, resounding slap to Ali’s buttock, making the woman flinch and gasp.
"You wouldn't dare fail," I countered, my voice a breathy taunt.
"She’s saying yes, Ali. So, Kitty... legs down and spread for me. Ali is going to work you until you shatter, and then, and only then, will I give you your reward."
My smile widened as I adjusted my position, resting the tip of my index finger against my lips as I watched them. Ali moved back toward me, her eyes filled with a frantic need to please.
Under the watchful gaze of Kelsey, she lowered herself, her tongue returning to me with a relentless focus. Kelsey stood over us, fisting her hand in Ali’s hair, staring down at the raw and undone expression on my face.
Another slap echoed in the room, and for a fleeting second, Ali pulled back. I looked down, seeing the silver, slimy trail of our connection stretching between us before Kelsey’s hand moved to claim Ali, her fingers working with slow, punishingly strong movements.
I was caught in the middle, my eyes darting between Kelsey’s dominance and Ali’s surrender, until the world began to dissolve once more.
Kelsey was the first to sense the shift in the room, her emerald eyes locked onto mine as Ali began to fracture. When she finally released her grip on Ali’s hair, she whispered a breathless permission for her to let go.
"Kels, I..." I started, but the words were lost as she leaned over me.
She trailed her hand over my breasts before anchoring it at the nape of my neck, pressing our foreheads together.
"You two are so fucking hot," she rasped.
Behind her, Ali let out a final, resounding moan, her body tensing before collapsing into a state of blissful exhaustion.
Kelsey helped her up, settling her gently on the corner sofa, before returning her full focus to me.
"Aren't you going to take care of me now?" I challenged, reclining against the pillows and spreading my legs in a silent invitation.
Kelsey didn't answer with words. She moved with a predatory calm, hauling me up until my legs were locked around her waist. She carried me toward the large window, pulling back the heavy curtain just enough to expose the glass to the night.
"I behaved myself," I whispered coyly, brushing my lips against the pulse point of her neck. "Can I finally come?"
She offered a slow, silent nod. "Any problem with being exposed from the waist down?"
I bit my lip, the thrill of the risk warring with my sense of caution. "What if someone sees us?"
"They’ll just think it’s the woman I walked upstairs with," she countered, her voice devoid of doubt.
She lowered me until I felt the bite of the cold glass against my skin. I arched into her, my nails digging into her back, scratching her mercilessly as the friction became unbearable. When my muscles finally contracted in that first, violent surge of release, Kelsey shifted.
When she moved down, her tongue finding my clitoris with precision. I pressed her head against me, begging for more, until I shattered completely.
"You’re such a slut, Kitty," she smiled as our eyes met in the aftermath.
"But only yours" I breathed.
The morning arrived with a tenderness that felt almost foreign after the heat of the night. We shared a hot shower, the steam rising around us as I traced the angry red marks I’d left on her back. Kelsey dismissed my concern with a kiss, insisting she didn't mind the reminders of my surrender.
But as we stepped into the main hall, the sanctuary of the bedroom evaporated. Vanessa was marching toward us, her pupils dilated with a rage so sharp it felt like a physical blow. The peace of the morning was officially dead.
"Kelsey’s phone was stolen," Vanessa announced, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and adrenaline.
"What?" The word felt like a physical strike.
"Ask your ex-husband." She thrust her own phone toward us. The screen was filled with messages from Peter, gloating. He had the device. He was already threatening to leak every conversation, every photo, and every intimate moment Kelsey and I had ever shared.
"Holy shit..." Lisa breathed, grabbing the phone to see for herself. She let out a jagged sigh. "At least you aren't actually called 'Kitty' in these, right?"
I crossed my arms, my eyebrow arching in a cold, hard line. Lisa’s eyes widened. "Holy shit. You actually are." She signaled frantically to Sarki, who had been networking across the room. She excused herself immediately, moving to stand as a silent, protective pillar between the four of us.
"Kitty... let me handle this," Kelsey said, her thumbs flying as she scrolled through Vanessa’s messages, her CEO persona hardening into something lethal.
"No," I countered, the word cold and final. "I’m the one who’s going to handle this."
Without waiting for an argument, I turned and marched toward the exit. I heard my name being called by Kelsey’s voice, Vanessa’s protest, but I tuned them out.
The world had narrowed to a single point of focus. I reached the valet and demanded the keys to Donald’s car, my voice leaving no room for hesitation.
Kelsey came running after me, her face a mask of concern and desperation as I climbed into the driver's seat. Before she could reach the handle, I hit the locks. This wasn't a corporate negotiation or a legal maneuver. This was personal, and I was going to deal with this shit myself.