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Lucy had just about settled in for the night. The scent of her body wash clung to her skin, hair damp where it curled around her neck. She padded into her bedroom in her boxer shorts and tank, Narla already tucked at the foot of the bed in her own bed.
She slid open the top drawer, fingers curling around the small vibrator she kept there. Then she settled into bed. The first low hum of the toy against her thigh had her sighing, shoulders finally unwinding. At last, quiet, peace, her own space.
She’d barely let herself work up into a rhythm when the knock at the door came.
Lucy groaned, tossing the vibrator aside onto the sheets. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, dragging herself up with a huff.
Barefoot, still flushed from heat and arousal, she padded down the hall. She yanked the door open-
And froze.
Leah stood on the step. Smug little smirk already tugging at her lips.
Lucy blinked, startled. “Williamson? Can't send a text any-”
Then Keira stepped into view behind her.
Lucy’s stomach dropped. “Oh fuck no.” She immediately tried to slam the door shut.
Leah’s hand shot out, bracing the frame, and she pushed past into the flat with surprising force. Keira followed, also looking smug, shutting the door behind her.
Lucy stumbled back, chest tight, pulse hammering. “What the actual fuck do the both of you want?”
Leah’s smirk didn’t falter. “Relax. We just want to talk.”
Keira laughed low at that, her tone sharp and cutting. “Talk, right.”
Lucy’s eyes darted between them, panic sparking. “Can’t you two just- figure it out amongst yourselves? Whatever this is? Leave me out of it.”
Keira’s gaze cut to her, steady and unforgiving. “Well, you can’t keep your hands to yourself, so no. It’s about you.”
Lucy dragged a hand down her face, groaning, then shoved both hands through her damp hair, pacing a short line in front of them. “Jesus Christ. I don’t want any part of this.”
Leah’s voice was softer when she spoke, coaxing. “Relax, Luce. It’s not bad.”
Lucy froze, staring at her suspiciously. “Not bad? This looks like a fucking intervention.”
Leah and Keira exchanged a look. The kind of wordless communication between two best friends that made Lucy’s stomach knot even tighter. Both of them smug. Both of them in control.
Leah broke the silence first. She stepped forward, closing the last inch of space, and set her palm flat against Lucy’s stomach. Warm and deliberate.
Lucy stiffened, eyes snapping to Leah’s face. Then nervously, she glanced over her shoulder at Keira, like she’d forgotten there were two of them.
Leah’s smile curved, slow and knowing. “What if…” she murmured, thumb brushing lazy circles against Lucy’s tank, “…Keira and I came here to exchange notes?”
Lucy let out a sharp, brittle laugh. “Notes? What the fuck does that even mean?”
Keira moved then, pushing off the wall with an easy grace, closing the gap until she stood just behind Leah’s shoulder. Her presence was heavier, sharper, without even needing to touch.
Lucy’s eyes narrowed on her, suspicion written all over her face. “Oh, come on. You? Little miss vanilla?” Her laugh was mocking, a jab to cover the nerves tightening her chest. “Don’t make me laugh, Kei. You don’t have this in you.”
For a moment, Keira just looked at her, lips twitching like she was holding back. Then her smugness slid into a smirk, slow, deliberate and devastating.
She stepped in until she was shoulder to shoulder with Leah, their bodies hemming Lucy in. Keira rose onto her toes and leaned close, so close Lucy felt the hot brush of her breath against her ear.
“Some things change,” Keira whispered, low and husky.
The words alone were enough, but the heat of her breath sent goosebumps racing up Lucy’s neck, down her arms, every hair on her body standing on end.
Leah’s hand pressed firmer against her stomach now, warm and steady, while Keira’s shoulder brushed hers, their weight pinning her. Lucy gritted her teeth, forcing her chin up, every muscle taut with resistance.
She told herself not to react. Not to flinch. Not to let either of them see how fast her pulse was hammering. But her body betrayed her, the quick catch of her breath, the flush creeping high across her chest, the faint tremor in her hands where they hovered uselessly between pushing them off and pulling them closer.
Leah’s smirk widened. “Look at her,” she murmured, voice low enough to feel intimate, conspiratorial. Her thumb dragged a slow circle over Lucy’s tank, grazing just below her ribs.
Keira leaned back a fraction, not far enough to give space, just enough to meet Leah’s eyes. Their look was smug, wordless, cruelly certain. They’d seen it. They knew.
Lucy swallowed hard, jaw tight, fighting to muster something, sarcasm, defiance, anything to cover the way her body was throbbing under their closeness. But she couldn’t get the words out. Not when Leah’s perfume curled around her, and Keira’s breath still tingled hot against her ear.
Every second stretched, unbearable. They hadn’t really touched her, not properly. Not yet. But being pressed between them like this, their faces so close, their eyes sharp and knowing, was already undoing her inch by inch.
And she hated that they knew it.
Leah didn’t give her time to recover. Her hand slid higher on Lucy’s stomach, then hooked into her tank, tugging at her. “Come on.”
Lucy stumbled, trying to plant her feet, but Keira was already at her back, a firm push between her shoulder blades guiding her down the hall.
“I expected this from you,” Lucy muttered, voice tight as she shot Leah a glare. Then she craned her neck back at Keira, eyes narrowed. “But not from you.”
Keira only smirked, dry and cutting. “That’s why it’s fun.”
By the time they reached the bedroom, Lucy’s pulse was frantic. Narla lifted her head from the foot of the bed, tail thumping lazily at the sight of Keira.
“Out, girl,” Keira murmured, giving her a quick pat and a wry smile. “You don’t want to see what comes next.” She ushered Narla toward the door, stopping to give her a quick pat before shutting the door.
Leah’s eyes swept over the room and landed on the vibrator lying discarded on the sheets. She plucked it up, her grin wicked. “Well, well, well. Did we interrupt you at the perfect time?”
Lucy’s face went hot. “Put that back.”
Keira snorted, leaning against the door. “She’s always at it. Can’t keep her hands to herself.”
Before Lucy could snap back, Keira pushed off the door, stepping in close and giving her a sharp nudge until she tumbled backward onto the mattress.
Lucy propped herself on her elbows, chest heaving. “Jesus Christ.”
Leah dangled the vibrator between two fingers, smirk widening. “We should use this.”
They moved together, like it had been planned. Keira leaned over Lucy from one side, Leah from the other, tugging at her tank, peeling it up over her head. The boxer shorts went next, pulled down in one smooth motion, until Lucy was bare beneath them.
Their voices carried between each other like Lucy wasn’t even there, smug, calm, matter of fact.
“Hold her still.”
“Got it.”
“She’s already wet, look at her.”
"We should make her beg for it."
Lucy squirmed under them, half protesting, half betraying herself with the flush running down her chest. “As best friends you two are fucking weird for this,” she rasped, breathless.
Leah snorted, a quick, sharp laugh. Keira joined in, dry and cutting, the sound rolling right over Lucy’s words. Neither of them even bothered to answer her, like her little protest was nothing but background noise.
The dismissal made Lucy’s stomach twist, heat surging through her chest as much from humiliation as arousal.
Then Keira straightened suddenly, glancing across the room. She strode to Lucy’s top drawer, pulling it open without hesitation.
“Oi, Kei!” Lucy snapped, pushing up on her elbows. “What the fuck are you doing? That’s mine-”
Keira turned with a small bottle in her hand, smirk sharp. “Lube.” She tossed it across the bed.
Leah caught it easily, setting it down on the mattress right beside Lucy’s naked hip. “Good idea.”
Lucy’s stomach flipped. The vibrator was still in Leah’s hand, the lube now resting within reach, and Keira was circling back toward the bed. Both of them still smug. Both of them still in control.
And Lucy was flat on her back, naked, cornered between them.
Keira settled on one side of Lucy’s body, Leah on the other. For a moment they just looked at her, spread out on her own bed, flushed and bare. Then Keira’s hand slid first, up over Lucy’s stomach, steady and deliberate, until her palm cupped one breast.
Lucy sucked in a sharp breath, nipples already tightening under the touch.
Leah hummed, almost curious, and mirrored the motion, closing her hand over the other breast. “Huh.”
Lucy’s throat bobbed, her fingers knotting in the sheets beside her.
Keira’s smirk cut sharp. “Watch this,” she murmured, more to Leah than to Lucy. Her thumb and forefinger pinched, then twisted hard.
Lucy’s head tipped back, a broken sound catching in her throat as she tried and failed to swallow a moan.
Leah’s eyes lit up. She gave the other nipple the same treatment, twisting until Lucy gasped. “Well, well. Would you look at that. Not so tough now, is she?”
Keira’s grin widened, her tone bone dry. “Lucia Tough Bronze, moaning over her tits. She still loves it, I see.”
Lucy flushed crimson, glaring between them even as her body arched helplessly. “I’m right here, fuck.”
Leah only laughed, low and pleased, her hand sliding down, slow and exploratory, until her fingers skimmed between Lucy’s thighs. She found Lucy soaked, and her smirk sharpened. “Fuck. Tell me, Kei- did she ever let you strap her?”
Keira snorted, giving Lucy’s nipple another sharp twist that made her whimper. “No.”
Lucy found her voice then, snapping, “There was no time, not when you were being dicked down every day.”
Keira’s jaw clenched, but her smirk didn’t fade. She retaliated with a cruel squeeze, pinching both nipples at once until Lucy cried out. “See? Sure fire way to shut her up.”
Lucy’s chest heaved, her eyes glassy.
Keira’s hand left her breast then, drifting lower, sliding between Lucy’s thighs to join Leah’s. Her fingers parted Lucy easily, and the wet slick that coated them made her bark out a laugh.
“Jesus. She’s fucking soaked.”
Between them, Leah and Keira’s fingers toyed idly with her folds, casual, almost clinical, as if they were proving a point to each other more than touching her. Each stroke made Lucy’s hips twitch, her grip on the sheets desperate.
And all she could do was writhe, trapped between them, while they played her body like a discovery they were dissecting together.
Keira’s eyes flicked from Leah’s smirk to the slick heat between Lucy’s thighs. She shifted her hand, then slid a single finger inside, stroking slow and deliberate.
Lucy’s breath hitched, her hips arching helplessly.
Leah chuckled low, then pushed her own finger in alongside Keira’s, their knuckles brushing as they filled Lucy together. “Doesn’t take much, does it?” she murmured, amused.
Lucy arched, her back bowing off the mattress, hips rolling against the double intrusion. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white as she fought to hold herself together.
They alternated their strokes, sliding in and out of her in perfect rhythm, and Lucy could only writhe between them, her composure crumbling piece by piece.
Leah's free hand came up to cup her breast again, squeezing hard, thumb circling her nipple until she cried out. “Just let go for once,” she muttered, dry and sharp.
Keira's grin widened, her tone taunting. “Be a submissive little bitch for once, Luce.”
Lucy groaned, tossing her head side to side, refusing, even as her body bucked into their hands.
Keira barked a laugh. “She’s too proud.”
“Oh yeah?” Leah drawled, cocking a brow at Lucy. She brushed her thumb over Lucy’s clit, slow and deliberate.
Lucy moaned, broken and raw.
Keira laughed again, merciless. “Pathetic.”
Lucy’s thighs trembled, her face flushed crimson as she writhed under them, their words and touches stripping away every layer of control she clung to.
Their fingers moved in tandem, sliding in and out, brushing past each other with every thrust. The wet sound of it filled the room, obscene and constant.
Lucy arched against the mattress, her breath coming in ragged bursts. Each stroke made her walls clench, trying to pull them deeper, her hips rolling up to meet them no matter how hard she tried to resist.
Keira curled her finger just right, dragging along that spot she knew would undo her. Lucy gasped, a sharp, broken sound that punched out of her chest before she could stop it.
“Yeah, there it is,” Keira muttered, voice dry but smug. “Always liked it there, didn’t you?”
Leah gave a low laugh, twisting her wrist so her fingertip pressed tight against Lucy’s inner wall on the next stroke. “God, she’s gripping me already. You gonna ask for more, Bronze?”
Lucy’s hands knotted tighter in the sheets, her knuckles aching with the strain. Her body betrayed her, arching, thighs falling wider as the rhythm quickened.
Keira leaned in, her other hand closing rough over Lucy’s breast, thumb and forefinger catching her nipple in a sharp twist.
Lucy cried out, head tipping back, mouth falling open.
“Stupid,” Keira said, smirking as she pinched again. “Moaning like this just from our fingers.”
Leah’s thumb brushed over Lucy’s clit, lazy at first, then firmer when Lucy jerked beneath her. The jolt of sensation ripped another moan from her throat, raw and desperate.
“There she is,” Leah coaxed, voice soft but merciless. She leaned closer, lips almost brushing Lucy’s ear. “My good girl. Taking us so perfectly.”
Lucy’s whole body bucked at the words. Her moan broke into something higher, breathless, and her walls fluttered tight around their fingers.
Leah’s smirk sharpened. "That’s it, baby. Be my good girl. Let me hear you.”
Lucy writhed, a strangled noise tearing free as her back arched, hips chasing every stroke. The reaction was instant, uncontrollable, like the words alone unraveled her.
Keira froze for half a beat, her eyes flicking from Lucy’s face to Leah’s grin. “Wait...are you serious?”
Leah laughed low, her fingers never slowing. “Dead serious. She loves the praise.”
Keira barked out a disbelieving laugh, twisting Lucy’s nipple sharply just to test it. “Fuck off. Bronze actually likes being called a good girl?”
Lucy groaned, hiding her face against the sheets, but her body betrayed her again, another helpless moan spilling out.
“Oh my god,” Keira said, laughter rough in her throat. “That’s pathetic.”
Leah joined in, smug and wicked. “Isn’t it? Big, tough Bronze, melting the second you tell her she’s a good girl.”
They laughed between themselves, like Lucy wasn’t even there, their fingers still working her open, stroking, curling.
Lucy’s flush burned deep across her cheeks, shame and arousal twisting hot through her chest. She wanted to snap back, but her moans kept breaking through, betraying her all over again.
Between them, their fingers pumped deeper, curling, alternating strokes that left Lucy’s body writhing. Every movement was slick, messy, heat rolling down her thighs. Her chest rose and fell fast, nipples tight under Keira’s grip. The coil inside her pulled tighter, higher, impossible to ignore.
Leah’s breath ghosted her ear as she murmured, “Come on, Luce. Let go. Be good for us.”
Lucy bit down on her lip, her moans muffled but endless, her body straining toward the edge.
Keira’s eyes flicked to the vibrator lying discarded on the sheets. Leah followed the gesture, her grin spreading as she reached over and picked it up. With a quick flick of her thumb, the toy buzzed to life, the low hum filling the room.
Keira kept her rhythm steady, sliding her finger in and out of Lucy’s soaked heat. When Leah slipped hers free, Keira immediately filled the space with two fingers, driving deeper, her thrusts sharper. Lucy cried out, hips jerking helplessly against the intrusion.
Leah settled herself lower, the vibrator poised. She brushed it in slow circles just above Lucy’s clit, teasing, never quite landing where Lucy wanted it. The sensation made Lucy’s hips buck, her thighs trembling.
“Mm, look at her,” Keira said, voice low and amused. “Make her beg for it.”
Lucy’s head snapped back against the pillow, jaw tight, voice spilling out through gritted teeth. “I don’t beg.”
Leah laughed, pressing the toy a fraction closer so the hum ghosted over Lucy’s clit without quite touching. “We’ll see about that.”
She dragged the vibrator in lazy circles, taunting, while Keira’s two fingers pumped relentlessly inside her, stroking deep. Lucy’s body arched, sweat beading along her chest, her hands clawing at the sheets like she could anchor herself. Every nerve screamed for release, but the toy hovered just shy, keeping her teetering, wrung out.
Leah pressed the vibrator to Lucy’s clit for just a second, enough to send a jolt straight through her body, before lifting it away. At the same time, Keira slipped her fingers free.
“Fuck,” Lucy gasped, her hips chasing empty air. “I’m so close, I just need-” She cut herself off, teeth sinking into her lip, refusing to give them the satisfaction.
Keira smirked, sliding her fingers back in but only barely, stroking shallow, slow, just enough to keep Lucy wound tight without letting her tip over. “Always so stubborn,” she drawled.
Lucy writhed, sweat dampening her hair against the pillow. Her chest heaved, nipples stiff, her thighs trembling as she tried to rock against Keira’s hand.
Leah leaned in, her free hand cupping Lucy’s tits, squeezing firm before rolling a nipple between her fingers. The sharp pinch made Lucy cry out. At the same moment, Leah pressed the vibrator down hard on her clit, the hum buzzing mercilessly against her.
Lucy keened, her back arched, a ragged moan spilling from her throat, her whole body seizing against the sheets.
But before the wave could crest, Leah pulled the vibrator away again.
“Say it,” Leah taunted, smirk curving as she squeezed Lucy’s tits harder.
Lucy growled low in her throat, her frustration vibrating through every muscle.
Keira leaned over her, eyes sharp, fingers still moving inside her but slow, cruelly measured. “Beg, Luce. Or we won’t let you come.”
Lucy glared up at her, panting, pride written across her flushed face. “Fuck you, Kei.”
Keira’s mouth twitched into a harder smirk. Then she pulled out completely, slick fingers glistening as she sat back.
“Give me that,” Keira said, reaching across. Leah handed over the vibrator, still humming.
Keira pressed it down against Lucy’s swollen clit, holding it steady until Lucy gasped, thighs jerking. Then, without warning, she slid it inside, the vibration buzzing through Lucy’s walls as she pumped it twice, hard, deep. Lucy cried out, the stretch and sensation hitting sharp.
Just as quickly, Keira pulled it out again, dragging the buzzing tip up to circle over Lucy’s clit. The contrast had her bucking off the bed, every nerve alight.
Leah’s voice dropped to a honeyed purr as she bent low, her lips brushing Lucy’s ear. “That’s it. Take it like a good girl.” Her hands rolled Lucy’s tits, pinching both nipples until she moaned. “So perfect like this. So desperate for us.”
Lucy’s moans broke apart into ragged cries, her body shivering under the twin assault.
Keira slid the vibrator inside again, thrusting it twice, slow and deep, before dragging it back to Lucy’s clit. She repeated the pattern, over and over, building her up only to drag her back down.
“Look at her,” Keira said, smirking as Lucy’s thighs shook. “She’s going to beg. Can’t hold out forever.”
Leah laughed, low and smug, her praise relentless. “My gorgeous girl. Falling apart for us already. Just say it, baby. Say you need it. Say you want to come.”
Lucy thrashed against the sheets, her voice a broken growl. Every pass of the vibrator had her teetering, desperate, but still she refused the words.
“Beg,” Keira ordered, her tone sharp as she pressed the toy harder to Lucy’s clit, circling cruelly. “Or you’re not getting it.”
Lucy’s pride trembled under the weight of it, her body straining against itself, torn between defiance and the unbearable need pulsing through her.
Lucy’s back bowed off the bed, every muscle trembling, the vibrator’s buzz ripping through her clit in relentless waves. Keira kept up her cruel rhythm, two hard thrusts inside, then dragging the tip back to circle, circle, circle- while Leah teased and pinched her nipples, voice a steady stream of honeyed praise.
“You’re so good for us,” Leah coaxed, her tone soft but devastating. “My perfect girl, letting us play with you like this. You want to be good, don’t you?”
Lucy whimpered, biting down hard on her lip, her pride barely holding on. Her hands fisted the sheets, sweat slick down her chest, her whole body shuddering with every pass of the vibrator.
Keira leaned down, her smirk sharp, her tone cutting. “Beg. Or you’re not coming. Simple as that.” She pressed the toy hard against Lucy’s clit, then flicked it away just when Lucy’s breath hitched into a near cry.
“Fuck!” Lucy gasped, her voice cracking. “I-”
Leah’s fingers pinched both nipples at once, the sharp shock shooting through her spine. “Say it, baby. Say what we already know. Be my good girl and beg.”
Lucy’s resolve shattered. Her head thumped back against the pillow, her voice spilling out broken, desperate. “Please! Please, fuck don’t stop, just let me come, please!”
Leah’s smile curved smug, her praise immediate. “Good girl. So fucking good for us.”
Keira barked a laugh, sharp and cruel. “Jesus Christ, listen to her. Pathetic.” But her hand never faltered she shoved the vibrator deep inside, pumping it fast and rough, then dragged it back up to grind against Lucy’s clit without mercy.
Lucy moaned, the sound raw as her orgasm tore through her. Her body convulsed, thighs clamping tight, every nerve firing white hot as she came apart beneath them. Leah kept up the steady praise, stroking her breasts, coaxing her through it, while Keira pressed the vibrator harder, drawing it out until Lucy was shuddering and crying against the sheets.
Only when Lucy finally sagged back, boneless and trembling, did Keira pull the toy away. She flicked it off, tossing it carelessly onto the bedspread, and leaned back with a sharp laugh.
“One beg and she’s undone. Figures.”
Leah smoothed her palm over Lucy’s heaving stomach, soft and coaxing even now. “She was perfect. Just needed a little push.”
Lucy lay wrecked between them, chest rising hard, face flushed deep. Her pride burned, but her body still twitched with aftershocks, every nerve raw and sensitive.
And both Leah and Keira were still watching her, smug, satisfied, but far from finished.
Leah’s gaze drifted lower, lingering on the tanned stretch of Lucy’s muscular thighs. Her tongue flicked across her bottom lip without her even realizing.
Keira caught it instantly. Her smirk curved sharp. “Yeah,” she said, low, amused. “I know what you’re thinking.”
Leah’s eyes cut to hers, a grin tugging. “Should we?”
Lucy cracked one eyelid open, her voice hoarse and exasperated. “What are you two up to now?”
Leah ignored her, tilting her head at Keira. “You want to?”
Keira gave a single nod, her smirk never fading. “Yeah.”
Before Lucy could push herself up on her elbows, both of them shifted. Shorts peeled down, underwear tossed aside in casual unison.
Lucy’s throat went dry. Her hands fisted the sheets tight enough to ache, too turned on to protest, too stunned to ask.
Keira grabbed one of Lucy’s thighs, yanking it open wide. “Move.”
Leah mirrored her on the other side, spreading Lucy further, her voice light and mocking. “Give us some room.”
Lucy’s breath stuttered. “Jesus Christ.” Her eyes went wide as Keira squeezed lube over her thigh, slicking it with a firm hand. Leah did the same, rubbing the shine across Lucy’s skin until it gleamed. Both of them positioned themselves, straddling each of her thighs, slick against slick.
The sight knocked the air out of her.
“Are you two are for real?” Lucy managed, voice breaking between disbelief and arousal. “Both of you grinding on my thighs? Fuck.”
Her laugh was rough, half strangled, but even pinned under their weight Lucy’s body betrayed her. She tried to roll her hips against the sheets, the smallest shift she could manage, desperate for friction. The effort was useless. Leah and Keira had her held wide open but the way her thighs strained beneath them gave her away just the same.
Leah and Keira settled in, each straddling a thigh, the press of their pussies sliding on her thigh, hot and wet.
Leah groaned, breathy and unrestrained, every roll of her hips dragging a louder sound from her throat. The mess of lube and arousal made each glide slick and filthy, and Leah didn’t bother to hide how good it felt.
Keira, by contrast, was quieter. Her breaths sharp, caught between her teeth, her moans low and clenched like she was holding them back even as she ground harder, nails biting crescents into Lucy’s hip.
Lucy’s head tipped back against the pillows, a strangled sound leaving her chest. “Fuck.”
Her hands lifted without thinking. One closing around Keira’s waist, the other catching Leah’s hip, holding them steady as they rode her, as if she could anchor herself in the chaos.
Both of them moaning above her, grinding, chasing their own release on her body. Their breathing filled the room, sharp and ragged, mingling with the slick slap of wet against her thighs.
Lucy’s eyes fluttered, the sight burning straight through her. Her thighs trembled under them, not from strain but from how turned on she was. Every thrust, every shuddered moan from Leah or Keira was like gasoline poured over her nerves.
Her hand shot out, fumbling blindly across the sheets until her fingers curled around the vibrator. She thumbed it on, the hum sharp in the air, and pressed it straight to her clit.
The sensation jolted through her, violent and immediate. Her hips tried to buck, eyes flying wide as she kept watching. Leah as she moaned and rocked herself harder; Keira’s head tipping back, her jaw slack, voice breaking as she gasped.
“Fuck,” Lucy panted, breathless, eyes glazed as she stared at them. The sight of both her ex and her best friend grinding themselves on her body while she fucked herself with the toy was so filthy, so overwhelming, she couldn’t look away.
The air was thick with moans, slick, and vibration. All of it tangled together until Lucy was right on the edge, her thighs trembling under their weight, her clit thrumming against the toy.
Leah glanced down at her, hair loose around her face, cheeks flushed as she rocked harder against Lucy’s thigh. Her laugh was low, breathless. “Look at her, Kei. She’s fucking herself while we ride her.”
Keira huffed a laugh, her hips rolling hard, her nails biting crescents into Lucy’s skin. “Pathetic. She’s so turned on she can’t even wait for us.”
Lucy’s answer was a choked moan. She didn’t care. Not one bit. Her eyes were locked on them. Her hand tight on the toy at her clit, her body thrumming under every sound they made, every slick grind against her thighs. Her hips bucked harder, chasing the buzz, her breath breaking apart.
“Fuck-” she gasped, her whole body tensing as the orgasm ripped through her. She shook under them, head tipping back, voice spilling raw and shameless into the air as she came hard, thighs twitching beneath their weight.
Keira smirked down at her, still moving, still grinding. “Knew you’d lose it first.”
Lucy only groaned, the aftershocks rattling through her as she kept the vibrator pressed to her clit, letting the waves drag on while she stared at the two of them losing themselves above her.
It didn’t take long. Leah’s rhythm stuttered, her hips jerking as a sharp cry tore from her throat. She clutched Lucy’s hip for balance, body convulsing as her orgasm rolled through her, smearing slick heat across Lucy’s thigh. “Oh, fuck-” she gasped, collapsing forward with a shudder.
Keira pushed through her own broken moan. She dug her nails in, grinding hard and fast until her breath hitched sharp, her head dropping back as the orgasm crashed through her. Her voice broke on a curse, body shaking as she rode it out against Lucy’s soaked thigh.
The room filled with the sound of heavy breath, the sharp scent of sweat and sex hanging thick in the air.
Lucy lay sprawled between them, chest heaving, vibrator slipping from her loose fingers. Her thighs ached, slick and shining, but the smug twist of her mouth didn’t quite match the wrecked tremble of her body.
“Jesus Christ,” she rasped, looking between them. “You two are insane."
Leah laughed hoarsely, rolling onto her back. Keira smirked, still breathless, and gave Lucy’s thigh one last sharp squeeze.
And all three of them were left wrecked on the sheets, tangled and trembling
Sweat cooled on Lucy’s chest, her thighs slick and aching, the vibrator abandoned somewhere between her legs. She blinked blearily up at the ceiling, every muscle heavy, spent.
But Keira and Leah? They were already propping themselves up, voices sharp and alive.
“Not bad,” Keira muttered, running a hand through her messy hair, still smirking. “Didn’t think she would crack that easy.”
Leah laughed softly, the sound smug. “Told you she’s got a praise kink a mile wide. All it takes is a few good words and she’s gone.”
Lucy groaned, throwing an arm over her face. “I’m right here, you know.”
Neither of them looked at her.
“Her nipples, though,” Keira went on, ignoring her completely. “Still works like a switch.”
Leah grinned, brushing her hair back. “Yeah, I’ll give you that one. Good catch.”
Lucy dragged her arm down just enough to glare at them, but they were already climbing off the bed. Shorts, underwear, clothes tugged back on with easy nonchalance. They moved in sync, casual, like they’d just finished a joint workout instead of leaving her ruined on the sheets.
Leah stretched, winced at her sore thighs, and snorted. “Need to wash my hands.”
“Same,” Keira said, already wandering toward the bathroom. Leah followed, the door left wide open behind them.
Lucy lifted her head, dazed. “Excuse me? Hello?”
Neither spared her a glance. The sound of the tap running filled the flat, the two of them side by side at the sink, chatting like it was any other night.
“Food or drink?” Leah asked over the water, casual.
“Food,” Keira said instantly. “I’m starving.”
Leah laughed. “You’re always starving. A pint would do me fine.”
Lucy lay sprawled out, stunned, her chest still heaving. Her skin prickled, her clit still throbbing, overwhelmed at what just happened. She glanced at the vibrator lying abandoned in the sheets.
Leah and Keira wandered back out of the bathroom, still rubbing their damp hands on their thighs, voices carrying like Lucy wasn’t even there.
“Should we get pizza then?” Leah asked, thoughtful.
“Pizza,” Keira said without hesitation. “Quicker. And we can get half and half.”
They didn’t so much as glance at the bed. Lucy lay there, sprawled out, chest still heaving, the sheet tangled around her. They crossed the room, still chatting easily, and made their way to the front door.
The latch clicked, the door shut behind them, and silence dropped heavy in their wake.
Lucy swallowed hard, pulse still hammering. Her skin prickled with leftover heat, her clit aching, demanding. She glanced down at the vibrator lying abandoned beside her on the sheets.
Her hand trembled as she reached for it. She flicked it on, the familiar hum buzzing sharp in the quiet, and let her head fall back against the pillow.
Her thighs parted easily, body already slick and primed. She pressed the toy to her clit, and the overstimulated edge tore through her instantly. A sharp cry left her lips, her hips jerking up into the sensation.
It didn’t take long, not when she was already wound so tight. She came fast and hard, shuddering against the sheets, the toy still buzzing against her clit until she tore it away with a desperate gasp.
Her chest heaved, eyes squeezed shut, body limp in the aftershocks. For a long moment she just lay there, panting, the silence swallowing her whole.
Then she let out a ragged laugh, low and disbelieving. “Fuck.”
The toy slipped from her fingers, falling to the mattress beside her as she went boneless, sweat cooling on her skin.
As stunned as she was ruined, only one thought cut through the haze. It was the hottest thing that had happened to her in a long, long time.