“More,” I whimper, and she obliges, kissing my neck, pumping her hand until a frenzy of emotion unleashes, and I ripple out an orgasm into her hand. She moans into my neck, and it's not enough. I need more. I need us to burn together.
When my body recovers, I turn us over so that I'm the on on top, and, with an impish grin, I say, “My turn.”
The dreams of hearing her sighs and watching her move beneath my touch are no longer figments of my imagination. They're real. This is real. Her body aches for me, I can feel it in every cell, in the way she arches to my touch and digs her fingers into my back.
Having this chance to worship her is like a bell tolling in my mind, a shock of arousal to know I can have this affect on someone, to have her need me so much.
I plunge my fingers into her, and she accommodates me, and encourages me with soft cries and huffs of breath.
She comes so fast. I barely even touch her bundle of nerves or grind into her for long before she's shaking and gushing, and my eyes are wide in wonder.
She certainly wasn't lying when she said she needed me. I can't stop now, either.
I've already crossed the line of no return.
Chapter Six
Back in the apartment I share with Jaimie, I slump on the table, utterly defeated. Staring blankly at the microwave, I struggle to comprehend my feelings, to know what I should do next.
I betrayed Jaimie. That wonderful, beautiful person who I had shared my life with for the past few years. I betrayed her, even though I had told myself I wouldn't.
A kiss, I can hide. Sex? No.
That's something I can't hide. She needs to know. I'm just not exactly relishing the thought of telling her. Jaimie is volatile, impulsive. I envy her sometimes at the depths her emotions reach, because behind that tough exterior, the biker girl facade, with her leather pants, her sultry smile and her dark mascara, there's a mind and heart that bleeds.
I have grown to love that mind and heart. She is the unexpected element in my life, the one who helped fill the empty places – the one who has given me smiles and love and arguments over the past three years, and a home.
She works, so I don't have to. She has sacrificed a lot to make sure that I'm happy, that things can work out.
Leona sacrificed too, my treacherous mind whispers.
Jaimie will not be able to handle this. I know she harbors bitterness over Leona being the favorite child. What I've effectively done is told her that she's second best to Leona by doing this.
This can't be forgiven. And I'm an idiot for even thinking that going to Leona's house was a good idea.
As Arya Stark lies to say, you're a stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
It might have been easier if I had least chosen a target unrelated to Leona, but no. I had to get my petty revenge on her by hooking up with her sister, and then falling in love with said sister.
I suppose you could call it karma.
Just my damn luck. My mind is already replaying the scene, remembering how she writhed under me, how high pitched her voice and breathing became when I touched her, and the pleasure it wrought inside me, to see her respond to my contact like that.
She's so damn beautiful, and I'm an idiot.
Of course, at this moment, as I'm berating myself, Jaimie walks through the apartment door. She knows I need to talk to her. She doesn't say anything as she walks past me to have a quick shower and shift out of her day clothes. I listen to the hiss of water with a sinking feeling in my stomach, a frightened thumping of my heart. I feel physically sick at the notion of having to tell her, convinced that my life is about to hit a new low, one I'm not sure I'll be able to pick myself up from so easily again.
If she breaks up with me, I can't just run into Leona's arms. The guilt will drown me. And, if Leona backs off first, I'll be going in circles in my mind, thinking of what could have been.
I'm between the rock and the hard place, and it's crushing the air out of my lungs.
I don't know what to do, but I await judgement. Jaimie saunters into the kitchen, eyeing me with a calm, calculative air. I can't bring myself to look into her dark blue eyes, twin abysses to her soul. Her deep, seductive voice punches through the silence when it's clear I'm too cowardly to speak.
“You have something to tell me, right? Let's hear it, then.” She stands there, again in those black leather pants and a blue tank top, socks on her feet but no boots. Her dark hair is splayed about her shoulders.
I groan against the table. The guilt eats me up, sends me mad. My boobs are squished onto the wood, and it's not so comfortable, either. I have to get this out, before cowardice nulls me into silence. “Jaimie. I cheated on you with Leona. I also kissed her once last week. I went over to her house to say I couldn't do this but it turns out I could. I stabbed you in the back.”
Jaimie stares at me impassively. Her eyes are fathomless, giving me no hint to the emotions brewing inside. “I know.”
Fear slices me. I raise my head off the table, heart frenetic. “You do?”
A dark, cold smile crosses her lips. “Leona told me.”
Oh my fucking God. This is it. She's gonna flip. She's gonna leave me. What a horrible way to find out. “I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do. I love you. I love her. She's the thing in the past I never truly got over, and you're the thing that grew out of the darkness and I loved you, against my will.”
I wait for her fury, her instinct to explode into a lava pit of emotion. “I think,” Jaimie eventually says, “we're gonna need to all sit around and talk. In fact – I've invited Leona over.”
I blink, baffled by the alien statement to come out of Jaimie's lips. I expected hatred, anger, tears, sobbing. I didn't expect this. “You did?”
“Sure did. Like I said – we talked.” Jaimie stalks over to me, that dangerous smile still playing upon her lips. Her eyes are hooded, giving her a menacing, dark expression. On normal days, I find this look exhilarating and arousing. Today, it terrifies me.
Her hands hook into my hair. The gleam in her ocean dark eyes makes me shudder, and she runs a finger across my jawline. Her mouth rests against the hairs above my ear, and the hot breath she puts on my skull makes me sigh.
I'm hopeless.
She retracts her hand and moves away from me. A moment later, our doorbell buzzes.
I'm fairly certain at this point that the sound is the announcement of my own funeral. Jaimie admits Leona into the apartment, and I hear her taking off her jacket and shoes.
When she appears into the kitchen, I notice one rather odd thing about her looks, past the white shirt, the blue jeans. Leona appears to have a black eye. This makes me sit bolt upright and pay attention.
“Hey,” Leona says, with a wry smile. “We should talk.”
I let out a whimper of fear.
It's over.
Chapter Seven
It's like a waking nightmare, seeing them both here, staring at me with expressions I can't make out, and at each other with a wariness that makes me believe they're one step away from murder.
My heart also throbs painfully, because I can already see the two of them naked. Jaimie with her brilliant, strong frame, the muscles that can pin me down and make me submit to her will, but her soft kisses and her dedication to me make it a very pleasurable experience to be submitted to. Then there's Leona, with a more slender, willowy build, but also with her hint of muscle from her time in the army, her gentle, careful caress of my body, the way her lips roam at will onto my skin.
I want them both, and I know I can't have that.
“Do you want to start or should I?” Leona says, addressing her older sister. Jaimie folds her arms, foot tapping on the floor.
“Don't care.”
“Well, okay then.”
“Are you guys gonna fight?” I say, nervous.
Jaimie sucks in her breath. “Getting Leona over here was my idea. I didn't invite her here just so I could punch the living daylight outta her. 'Sides, I already did that.”
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“She did,” Leona replies in a monotone voice, tracing a finger over her black eye. “No military training at all, and she socks me.”
“Bitch. I took Krav Maga lessons.”
“So did I,” Leona retorts.
“Yeah, well, obviously they didn't stick. Anyway,” Jaimie says, before they launch into the argument they're not supposed to be having, “me and Leona. We talked. And we thought about something.”
“We thought about you,” Leona adds, stepping closer to me. I gulp, wondering if they're both going to throw me out onto the pavement. I wouldn't blame them – I'm nothing more than a liability to their sibling relationship. My presence here is disruptive.
“We know you like the both of us.” Jaimie continues the thread, stepping to the side of her younger sister. “And when Leona... told me about what had happened, we fought. Screamed. Punched. Kicked.”
“Needless to say, we're similar in one aspect,” Leona says. “We don't give up. Getting my black eye, screaming at my sister made one thing clear. Neither of us want to give you up. I love you. Madly. And she loves you enough to kill for you. We don't want to give you up – and it's obviously unfair to make you choose. So we're not going to make you.”
My heart plummets way, way down. They're both going to leave me. Tears begin to well up behind my eyelids at the prospect of losing the two people I've loved the most in this life. It's the right thing to happen, of course, because I'm too much of a bitch to just pick someone myself, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.
“Here's our idea.” Jaimie clicks her fingers, startling my tears into submission. “Wait before you scrunch up your face and start bawling. Our idea is that... why don't you have us both?”
My urge to cry immediately dissipates. My brain struggles to comprehend what I've just heard. My thoughts of noble despair and sacrifice and eternal loneliness suddenly replace themselves with the impossible.
I can... have them both? What? My mind rifles through the idea, wondering, daring, hoping that this is a possible thing. “Can you like, say that again because I think I misheard you.”
Leona smirks, copying Jaimie's grin. They've never looked like they could be sisters until that moment, with both of them displaying those devilish twists of their mouths. “My sister says we came up with the idea for you to have us both. As in. Love us both. If you're that torn between us.”
“I...” I stare at her, stumped. “How can that even work? Isn't that a really bad idea? Like, don't get me wrong, I like it... I just don't see how it can happen.”
“Simple,” Leona replies, holding up one slender, long finger. “If you love us both, and we love you, what's the issue? Neither of us want to give you up. I didn't get this black eye for the fun of it.”
Jaimie lets out a snort at this statement, folding her arms. “Well, short of killing each other, we ain't letting go of you.”
“Killing is bad,” I say faintly, my mind expanding to take in this new concept that I had genuinely never considered. “I'd like it if you didn't do that.”
“Glad we got that little fact sorted,” Jaimie grunts. She examines her younger sister. “Could be an issue explaining this to the fam.”
“We'd have to keep it a secret. There will be judgement. Instant judgement. But like I said, I'm not giving her up.”
Jaimie nods, her jaw tense.
My heart flutters now in excitement. Seeing the two of them here, calmly discussing letting me have the both of them and keeping the whole thing a secret is sending my hormones crazy. Out of all the things I could have expected, this was the least likely scenario. Like, ever.
This might be the perfect answer to all my problems. A crazy thought overtakes me.
I want to test these waters. Hardly believing my boldness, I take off my top, revealing my substantial breasts, tucked behind a white bra. Both sisters instantly stop talking as their eyes bulge at the sight of my exposed body. I then reach behind to undo the clasp, and my bra tumbles to the floor. Smiling at their dumbfounded but lustful expressions, icy glint mixing with dark ocean, I shimmy out of my pants and panties, leaving myself naked and vulnerable.
“What... are you doing?” Jaimie says, her voice choked with barely suppressed desire. It ignites me, and I begin absently gliding my hands over my breasts, trailing fingers over my nipples, which are pebbling under the twin stares of the women I love.
“I agree to this. To not losing you both. But there's a condition.” The darkest smile in my arsenal comes to life. “You both take me. Now.”
The sisters exchange glances, as stunned as I was when I heard the deal come out of their mouths.
“Okay, I wasn't expecting that,” Leona says in faint amusement, her icy blue eyes dilated as she returns her gaze to me.
Jaimie doesn't respond. Her eyes, of course, are black in lust. She's the first to make a move, as well. She prowls over to me, crushes me in a hug as she nips at my ear, before hissing, “You better be ready for multiple orgasms. Cos neither of us are gonna hold back.”
I gulp as she heaves me up over her shoulder, and she calls to her sister, “Follow, or you gonna miss all the fun.”
Being tossed over Jaimie's shoulder has me protesting hotly at the treatment, and her response is to give me a light slap on my ass. I see Leona chuckle to herself and fall into step behind us as we enter the shared bedroom. With a flex of her powerful muscles, Jaimie tosses me onto the bed, so that my legs are splayed and dangling off the edge. “No arguments. I get first taste.” She licks her lips, making the motion slow and deliberate, so I'm forced to watch her tongue glide across the plump flesh.
“Fine,” Leona says, hopping onto the bed and leaning to kiss me on the lips. She's doing this from the side, so I get both a good view of her body and of Jaimie, who is now kissing one of my legs, and flicking out her tongue along the dry skin.
The sight of both of these women ravishing such attention onto me makes wetness seep out. Hot damn, they're actually doing it. Both sisters are going for me right here, right now.
I kind of expected them to say hell no, you crazy? And maybe offer to take it in turns. As in, separate bedrooms. I didn't expect them to be on board with it.
“She's going to regret this, isn't she?” Leona murmurs to Jaimie, who grins, and nods.
“Yup.”
Jaimie lowers her lips onto my entrance and laps at the wetness there, her hot breath sending shockwaves through my cells. Leona is kissing my lips, delving her tongue into me, and I'm assaulted by both the intimate feeling of my lips and tongue being cherished, and the bolts of ecstasy zapping from my nether regions. Jaimie, with her smoldering gaze and feral expression, is licking into me with a will, her hands steadying my thighs and my tremors as she torments the nerve down there. This is what she does best, and it's the best and the worst thing at the same time. It makes me think of the other difference between these two. Leona likes to make me come fast once she's got me down there.
Jaimie likes to draw it out.
Leona, in the meanwhile, is grazing my breasts with her hand, and kissing my neck, licking and biting at the soft skin there, and I let out a shuddering moan, absorbing all the pleasure that I can. It's hard to focus and exist in the moment, because their dual stimulations are stretching my emotions as taut as guitar strings, and catapulting my mind into far away places.
Both of them behave so differently in bed and in person, and yet both of them are exactly the kind of woman I need. Jaimie is like a hurricane, now. She is whipping me up into a frenzy, hitting the right spots, doing everything possible to raise me up then dip me low, all in the process of creating a monster of an orgasm. Leona is her evil assistant in this. She rolls her hands over my collarbone and cusps the back of my head, before latching her mouth onto my breasts and lashing her tongue there. Her hair tickles my stomach, and Jaimie is relentless in her pressure on me, and slips two fingers inside.
I collapse into a litany of moans and dissolve into soup at this point, because my s
oul has officially left my body and gone to heaven. Both these women know exactly what they're doing, and they coax a roaring surge of pleasure inside me, conquering every nerve. My body releases itself in a series of spasms, and I can't control anything, least of all the noises that are torn from my lips.
I think I reach out to the stars at one point, before crying out. My body is unable to handle such overwhelming sensations, and I need a moment to recover.
Maybe more than a moment.
It's not even the end, because when my moment is up, Leona takes it upon herself to commit to her turn, and Jaimie has switched places with her. Whereas Jaimie swirled my body and emotions into a storm, Leona is gentle and soothing – but it doesn't help when Jaimie blasts hot air onto my neck, and rakes her fingers down my spine.
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