The Sister (The Boss Book 6)

by Abigail Barnette

I sat up and swung my hair over my shoulder. El-Mudad’s eyes followed my hands as I reached to unhook the bra, so I took my time slowly sliding it down my arms. The air conditioning made the room cool, but the goose bumps across my flesh, the tightening of my nipples had nothing to do with the temperature.

  I lay beside El-Mudad, again, leaning all my bare skin against his. Having been apart for so long, his body should have been unfamiliar. Instead, he was like returning home after a long trip. He felt right beside me. He felt like he’d been missing.

  Neil trailed kisses down El-Mudad’s stomach, the ridges of muscle there tensing with anticipation. I didn’t know what I wanted to watch more, Neil’s steady progress or El-Mudad’s reactions to it. My legs shifted restlessly on the duvet, and El-Mudad’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, urging me closer.

  “Kiss me, Sophie,” he whispered, and I did, just in time to capture his moan as Neil reached his destination. El-Mudad’s hips rose, his fingers dug into my skin.

  I lifted my head so I could watch Neil, hoping I could pick up some pointers. He’d told me more than once that, while my oral skills were great, “there are few things I enjoy more than a blowjob from someone who has a penis.”

  I’d been offended the first time he’d said that, but after I’d had Gena go down on me, I’d totally understood what he’d meant.

  Still, I took copious mental notes while I watched. Or tried to. It was difficult to concentrate on technique when there was so much to look at. Like the way El-Mudad’s hips writhed, and the glistening saliva on his shaft as Neil slowly lifted his head, leaving just the tip encircled by his lips.

  I reached between my legs and plunged two fingers into my cunt. I was hot and sticky and wet and achingly empty. Watching El-Mudad’s cock disappearing down Neil’s throat made my own parch; I wanted to slake my thirst with the perspiration rising on El-Mudad’s ribs.

  I was so focused on his body I didn’t notice the way he’d focused on me. “Sophie…let me taste you.”

  I brought my fingers to his mouth. He swirled his tongue around them and sucked rhythmically, and I wondered if he mimicked what Neil did to his cock. The thought made my thighs squeeze together.

  “If you want a taste…” I climbed onto my knees to straddle his face, turning myself so I could still watch Neil. El-Mudad’s hands went to my hips to pull me down. I moaned at the first touch of his mouth, and Neil glanced up. Our eyes met, and the heat already scorching my body from the inside intensified. I knew he loved giving me pleasure, getting me off, but seeing him do it for someone else was almost more erotic than having it done to me.

  And this could be us—the three of us—all the time.

  The emotion that welled in my chest was something between wonder and lust. Was wonderlust a thing?

  El-Mudad’s tongue slid up and down my clit, pausing to delve into my pussy, every now and then. His vocal responses to Neil’s attention vibrated through my pelvis.

  “Whatever you just did, do it, again,” I panted. “Both of you.”

  The corners of Neil’s eyes crinkled. He would have been smiling, if his mouth hadn’t been so busy with other things.

  El-Mudad pushed me up, breathing heavy. “No, don’t do it, again, or I’ll come before we even get started,” he protested. He slapped my ass playfully. “Get off.”

  “I was trying to,” I whined.

  “Neil could take over,” El-Mudad suggested.

  I fell onto my back and spread my legs wide.

  “That’s quite the invitation.” Neil still stroked El-Mudad’s erection. He released him to situate himself between my legs.

  El-Mudad sat up, and I frowned. “What are you going to do?”

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he crawled to the end of the bed and held up the plug.

  Oh. Yes.

  Some of my turn-ons surprised me. It probably wouldn’t have occurred to me that I would like seeing any man, let alone my husband, getting fucked by another man. Now, it was one of the most erotic things I fantasized about. Watching that fantasy play out in front of my eyes, where I could participate? Perfection.

  Neil parted me with his thumbs and gave me a long, teasing lick that barely exerted any pressure. I whined and lifted my hips, which only made him do it, again.

  “Come on,” I begged, rocking against his face. “He got me so close.”

  “I feel as though I’m doing quite a bit more work here than the two of you,” Neil pretended to grumble. “At least, my jaw does.”

  “Stop complaining.” El-Mudad gave Neil a light slap on his behind, and my eyes went wide in delighted shock. Seeing Neil reprimanded during sex was like seeing a unicorn or something. Seeing him comply with an order was just as rare.

  “You look very pleased about something,” he said, but before I could find a smart answer, he bent his head and dove right in. No teasing, no warm-up, just his mouth fixed directly on my aching clit and his tongue flicking in a maddening pattern.

  El-Mudad reached for the lube, and I fought to keep my eyes open, though all I wanted to do was give up and lose myself in the warm, wet pleasure of Neil’s mouth. I squirmed my hips a little in Neil’s grasp as I watched El-Mudad drizzle the lube into his cupped hand. He used so much, I hoped we had another bottle. But as Neil always said, better too much than too little, where anal was concerned.

  Neil moaned against me at the touch of El-Mudad’s hand. I nudged Neil with my knee when it appeared he’d become too preoccupied.

  “Hey.” I snapped my fingers in front of Neil’s face. “Concentrate.”

  “Oh, because you exhibit such intense focus when I’m fingering your ass,” he shot back. A shiver ran through him, and he let out a long exhale.

  I reached down and ran my hand through the silvery strands of his hair. “I do concentrate. On the fingering.”

  “Exactly.” But he dropped his head, again, and got back to work.

  This kind of sex—playful, casual, almost conversational—was so different from what I usually engaged in with Neil. Not that I didn’t love the intensity and challenge of our Dom/sub relationship. Our sex life was fulfilling in ways I’d never experienced with other partners. But this kind of sex? This no commands, just good feelings time? I could get behind more of this.

  Of course, I would still need my Sir. I would still need that dark warning tone in Neil’s voice and the sharp red edge of pain that I craved. But there was room in my sex life for both.

  “Ready for another?” El-Mudad asked.

  Neil paused to tell him, “Yes.”

  My cunt squeezed tight. The muscles in El-Mudad’s arm tensed and rippled as his fingers slowly penetrated Neil’s ass, and I could imagine the same steady plunging and twisting motion in my own body.

  I wished I could know what Neil felt, not just physically, but emotionally. He wasn’t used to this, to not being in control. Even when we weren’t playing our roles, I found myself letting him lead the way. Would he be able to commit to this regularly? Would there come a time when he’d tire of not being in charge?

  That was a worry for another time. I added it to my mental list of concerns we would discuss at the end of the week and banished it from my mind. Right now, my job was to feel.

  Even distracted, Neil was one of the best oral partners I’d ever had. His tongue swept from side-to-side, relentlessly stimulating the most sensitive spots on my clit. I found my hands kneading the bedding beneath me in the same rhythmic contractions my pussy made.

  “Yes,” I breathed, an answer without a question. A single word of permission granted. Yes, make me feel this way. Yes, give me everything. Make me come. Make me wish I could stop coming.

  My thighs clamped around his head, and my pelvis lifted up. My orgasm started in my toes, crept up like vines that bound my muscles in delicious tension. My fingertips tingled. I saw stars. I was almost there when I heard El-Mudad say, “And another,” and just the thought of his three long fingers stretching Neil’s ass was enough to push me into the mindle
ss spiral of pleasure my body strove for. I cried out and rode Neil’s face, while he muffled his pained groan with my flesh.

  Neil was never content with simply making me come. He liked to torment me after, continuing to suck and nibble and lick while I tried desperately to escape. He didn’t make tonight an exception.

  “Please, please,” I panted, trying to push his head away. But my strength was sapped from the intensity of the sensation that went on and on.

  “Are you going to come, again, Sophie?” El-Mudad asked, almost antagonizing, as if he dared me to.

  I didn’t have to speak my answer. It came out as a long, shuddering vocalization as a second smaller climax swept me up.

  “Would you like to put the plug in?” he asked, and it took me a moment to understand him over the throbbing of the blood rushing through my ears.

  Neil rose up on his elbows. “Oh, um. That isn’t something…”

  That isn’t something that we do. As far as I could remember, I’d never engaged in any sort of ass play with Neil. He’d bought a strap-on with the intention of, someday, teaching me to fuck him with it, but we’d just never done it.

  “If you don’t want me to, that’s fine,” I told him, though secretly I did kind of want to. “I don’t really know how.”

  “I’m sure he can teach you,” Neil said with a reassuring, albeit nervous, smile. “If you’d like.”

  I kicked my leg over his head so fast I almost decapitated him and scrambled on my hands and knees to El-Mudad’s side.

  “You only had to ask.” Neil laughed, a little bashfully.

  “I didn’t think it would be very submissive.”

  “We could find a way to make it so,” El-Mudad promised. He took a wipe from the container and cleaned his hand. Then, he gave me the lube and the plug. “I look forward to teaching you.”

  Oh, god.

  I set a mental reminder to fantasize about that later. Right now, I needed to pay attention to the lesson at hand. I drizzled the lube onto the glass plug; it was more difficult than I anticipated to actually get some to stay on the thing.

  “So, do I just…” I paused, my face scrunched up in consternation. It seemed so…personal. Did I just…

  “Go slowly,” Neil advised, his apprehension obvious.

  Okay. He’d done this to me like, a million times. I could totally do it to him.

  El-Mudad laughed. “Sophie, you’re trembling.”

  “Sorry, I’m just—” I made a frustrated noise.

  “No, no, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He put his arm around me, still laughing. “Here. We’ll do it together.”

  I let him take my hand and guide me. I expected the lube and the glass—and El-Mudad’s earlier attention—to let the plug just glide in. I was surprised at how much pressure it actually took. Neil’s back stiffened as the widest part entered him, then relaxed once it was in place.

  As sexually open as I considered myself, I wasn’t sure how to feel about what I’d done. It seemed too much of a role reversal, the intimacy uncomfortable and unwieldy. It had been a very long time since Neil and I had done anything that would require further emotional examination, and already, I had creeping dread over whether or not I would feel what I deemed the “right” feelings. And I had no idea yet what Neil’s take on this new sexual horizon was.

  Oh, there were going to be so many conversations.

  But for now, there was a lot of sex to be had, and it required the right frame of mind. I was used to being submissive, pleasing and wanting to please. I had to find a way to get there if I was going to get off.

  “All right, Sophie. Get on your knees,” El-Mudad said. Whether he’d meant to satisfy my need for submission or not, it worked. I did as I was told, bracing myself on my hands and swaying back, my breath held for the moment I would feel the head of him pressed against my cunt.

  Neil rose on his knees in front of me, and my mouth fell open to automatically take him in. Precum leaked from the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue through it then licked my lips, holding his gaze as I did so. He reached down and cupped my cheek then slid his hand over my jaw and into my hair. That little touch of roughness thrilled through me. I opened my mouth and let him guide my lips over him with the gentle pressure of his hand tangled in my hair. I’d no sooner taken as much of his length as I could when El-Mudad gently parted me with the head of his cock and pushed into me, steady and unhurried.

  I moaned around Neil’s thick erection and clenched down on El-Mudad’s. He leaned over my back and whispered, “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come.”

  Keeping my balance was a little difficult, but I managed to stay in position while I rubbed my clit with the tips of my fingers. Neil’s hand rested heavy on the back of my head as he fucked my mouth, far enough into my throat to make me gag with each thrust. I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain and the humiliation. A long string of drool hit my chin, and that base denigration was the final spark I needed. I pushed back on El-Mudad, my cry trapped in my mouth by Neil’s cock, pushed deep, choking me. He held my head down firmly, never letting up until my strangled screams and violent trembling subsided.

  Before my brain could recover, El-Mudad pulled out of me. Neil did the same, hauling me up and dropping me onto my back. He covered my body, my limp legs falling open for him to settle between. He had to force his cock into me; my satiated cunt was so swollen that it resisted involuntarily.

  El-Mudad positioned himself between our legs and smoothed his hands down Neil’s back. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes.” Neil pressed his forehead to mine, and his grip on my hands tightened. “God, I can’t wait.”

  My lungs pumped oxygen overtime.

  Neil took a deep breath then winced.

  “Relax.” I giggled and rolled my hips beneath him. “That’s what you always tell me.”

  He kissed me, laughing against my mouth. “I’m not sure how I feel about you talking to me that way when I’m inside you.”

  “Tell me when to move,” El-Mudad said, bending to kiss Neil’s shoulder.

  “Any time you like,” Neil responded, and a shiver went through him. He withdrew a little from me, trapped between the two of us, and gasped in surprise.

  “Do you need to stop?” I asked, disentangling my hands from his to reach up and touch his face.

  “No, not at all,” he reassured me. “It’s just been a while.”

  I knew pretty well what he was feeling; the pain that almost made me want to back out, the cold chills like electricity sparking over my skin. Neil throbbed inside me, grinding so deep I gasped in pain.

  I widened my legs and pulled my knees up, letting him slip even deeper.

  El-Mudad moved slowly, and I tried to match his rhythm while Neil struggled between us. I knew that feeling, too—the desperate indecision. Pull away? Push back? Being the one in the middle meant you didn’t have a lot to do but stay there and get fucked. El-Mudad’s thrusts moved Neil against me, all of us undulating in one continuous wave of sensation. It was as though El-Mudad fucked us both.

  “Oh, god,” Neil gasped beside my ear.

  I wrapped my hand around his head, pulling his mouth to my throat. “Tell me how it feels.”

  “It feels—” His own guttural groan interrupted him.

  “Did you like that?” El-Mudad asked Neil. From the way Neil gasped and bucked, I guessed that El-Mudad had done it, again. He stroked in and out of Neil’s ass with smooth rolls of his hips that rocked us on an endless loop. I closed my eyes and surrendered to it; there was no urgency, now, climbing and plateauing, climbing more, knowing I would arrive at the pleasure that bound the three of us in almost spiritual communion.

  “I love you,” El-Mudad murmured, and we knew it was for the both of us. I slid my hand up Neil’s shoulder, down his back, for El-Mudad to cover it with his own.

  Above us, our reflections writhed together in every angle the mirrors could capture. It took only a shift of my head to change the view, but everywher
e I looked, I saw the tightly corded muscles of El-Mudad’s broad back, the flex of his butt with every thrust. I saw my legs spread wide beneath Neil, my hair spilled across the gleaming silk pillowcase like rivers of dark satin. El-Mudad dropped his head back, eyes closed, his rapturous expression captured in his reflection.

  Neil twisted between us, every muscle strained as he reached the breaking point. He came with desperate intensity, throaty vocalizations exploding from him with every thrust of El-Mudad’s hips. With a wail of release louder than I’d ever heard from him, Neil rammed deep and dug his teeth into my shoulder.

  My thighs trembled. Shocks exploded through me, racing faster and faster with every pulse that emptied him into me. I arched beneath him, grinding my clit against the base of his erection, and a burst of silky wetness between my labia slicked over us both. I tipped my head back with a long moan. Neil collapsed, barely braced over me on his elbows, and rasped, “Harder. Make yourself come,” to El-Mudad.

  I doubted he needed much encouragement. His thrusts had already become erratic, and he seemed to be visibly struggling not to lose himself. Given permission to let go, he jerked Neil’s hips back with every thrust, forcing Neil’s still-throbbing cock to slide inside me. Neil whimpered and hissed at the overstimulation. El-Mudad came with a shout and slumped over Neil’s back, shuddering.

  For a long moment, the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. “I must move,” Neil said with a quiet laugh. “Or I fear I might crush my wife to death.”

  El-Mudad chuckled, exhausted, and wiped his hands down his face. “Okay. I need just a moment to get over the head rush.”

  Neil grimaced as El-Mudad withdrew, then let me up.

  I rolled from beneath them and sat up. “I don’t have a head rush, so I’m going to go that way.” I pointed out the doors, to the bathroom. “I’ll start the shower.”

  “We’ll be along,” Neil said. El-Mudad flopped onto the bed beside him, arms flung above his head in a perfect picture of satisfaction.

  In the bathroom, I turned on the shower. I still had to fiddle with the taps to know which heads turned on where. Powerful jets were set into the wall in positions that were not meant to get me clean. Neither was the detachable showerhead meant for personal cleanliness. But it had a lot to do with the shackles on the wall.