Sloan

 

London moans as I slide my hands over her thighs as I spread her open on the table. I shake a little as I press between her legs to feast on the syrupy sweet pussy between her legs. Watching her, I lick once at the sticky sweetness and we both moan.

“God, I wanted to taste this cunt for so long,” I press one hand to her taut tummy, stilling her as she wiggles, “Dreamt about making you come and scream my name all the times you climbed in to my bed. Is that why you came to me at night? You knew I wanted to eat your pussy?” I lick again and savor the shake of her thighs.

“Yes! Yes. I wanted you to touch me the way only you can. I never knew why you made me feel what I do. First time you kissed me at that party I didn’t want to stop.” I kiss her pussy the same way I kissed her mouth then.

Suckling at her clit, I lick at her sweet honey and slide my fingers into her tightness. London bucks and cups the back of my head, grinding her pussy into my face. My thighs are soaked with my own need and I reach a hand down, rubbing at my swollen clit as I tongue fuck her.

London rolls her hips and chants my name as I eat her, my fingers pumping into her the way I know she likes. Once or twice we got drunk enough she let me finger-fuck her, and I never forgot how she likes it. It was never like this though.

Never did she look me in the eyes sober and hungry and tell me to lick her deeper. Fuck her harder. Make her come on my tongue. Now, she does. Writhing beneath me, London never looks away as I eat her sweet cunt until I do, in fact, make her come.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh baby,” London grinds her hips to let my tongue fuck her, “God it’s so fucking good. I’m coming baby. Kiss me. Let me taste us on your tongue, baby.” I crawl over her, knees on either side of her hips on the table to twist my tongue into her mouth.

Rocking against her, I watch as I line my clit up with hers and grind. London watches too and hisses as we move together, her mouth closing around my nipple.

“Yes,” London bites at my nipple and smirks when I yank at one of hers, “Fuck me, Sloan. Make me come again. All over your soaked pussy. Come with me.” I rock harder, rolling my hips to grind us more as my mouth closes over her nipple to suck and flick it.

“I want to watch you eat my pussy,” I grunt as I pump my hips, “Watch you lick up both our cum. Fuck, I want to watch your tongue fuck me. I want...” Kissing her hungrily I slide a hand between us to pump into her tightness then my own.

“Tell me, Sloan. Tell me all the things we never dared to tell one another.” Sloan licks up the side of my neck as her hips buck and twist beneath mine.

“I want you to lick my pussy after Bastian comes inside me. I want you to lick us both off his cock.” I pant, sucking at her tongue as I fuck her harder, my orgasm just out of reach as our clits bump each other in a rhythm that rocks the table beneath us.

“Yes. I want to watch him fuck you. I’ve imagined it while you touch me in the dark. Him pounding into your cunt while I touch myself and then lick you clean. Fuck. I want you to come all over me, Sloan. I’m so close, baby.” We roll our hips in a perfect rhythm as I pump my fingers into both of us, taking turns rubbing at that perfect spot deep inside us.

“Oh. Yes. London... oh fuck, I’m coming!” I seal my mouth over hers as I shudder and come so hard, I see stars.

Twisting on the table, I notch my thigh between hers as I trail my lips over her damp skin. London rubs against me like a purring cat before she kisses me until my lips hurt. Breaking away with both of us breathless, her eyes smile as she brushes my hair back from my face.

“Watching you come is fucking beautiful, baby. Totally worth ruining our friendship.” Giggling together as we cuddle in a sticky mess on my dining table, I don’t argue.

Eventually we move from the table to the bathroom where we shower together and make out like teenagers. I soap up her perfect body and swipe my fingers between her legs and suck at her pink nipples. London bites marks into my tits and thighs and tells me she wants Bastian to lick them and know they’re from her.

“Will he share you with me?” London wonders as we dry one another off.

“I hope so. I... I love you, London,” Tears fill my eyes because I can’t believe I kept my promise to myself, “I love him too. Don’t know how we could make it work but I want to try.” I sigh as she grabs my jaw to force my eyes to hers.

“I love you, Sloan. I want you just like this but I would share you. If he’s willing, I am too. I won’t be going away if he refuses to share—don’t you worry about that. Love you too much, Sugar Tits.” I laugh and kiss her lips before we moan as the kiss changes.

This time we keep the lights on as we climb into bed. London pins me beneath her as she lavishes my body with touches and kisses we held back for so long.

“Damn you are beautiful, Sloan. All over.” Tears fill my eyes as she kisses my scars with her eyes locked on mine. I watch as she lowers between my thighs to lick my pussy until I scream her name and come on her tongue.

“I love you, London.” I whisper as we tangle together, spent and sated and smiling at one another like fools.

“I love you too, Sloan.” Cradling her to my chest we fall asleep like we have hundreds of times before.

Only now I know what she tastes like.

And tomorrow I might be asked to give that up.

 

“Good morning, Mr. Morningside. May I see you, sir?” From my new corner office, I call up to my boss with more bravado than I feel.

“Don’t poke the beast, Sloan. Come to my office, now.” I flush as heat blooms through me before he ends the call.

As is always the case, I obey immediately. Finding no Cindi guarding his door, I knock once and step in when it opens. It’s dark in the office as I close the door to find Bastian waiting with his back to me.

“Lock it.” Two words send heat and need crawling through me.

“Yes, sir.” I bite back my smile as he twists his head to glare at me before a grin takes over his face.

“Come here.” I almost laugh because I like this. I like it so fucking much I hope he lets me have it.

Crossing the room towards his desk, I feel the air charge between us the moment I get close. I breathe deep his intoxicating scent as I pause just close enough to almost touch him. Without warning, Bastian moves an arm behind him.

Wrapping it around my waist, he tugs me so my front presses to his back. I close my eyes as I wind my arms around his narrow waist. I rub my face against his back as tears flood my eyes.

Jesus, how this man makes me feel.

“Coming here now... it means you want to be mine?” Bastian’s voice wobbles with emotion I don’t expect.

“It does, Bastian.”  I tilt my head back enough to press my lips to the back of his neck.

“Jesus, Sloan. Think I just started breathing again since you walked out of here yesterday. Go to my desk, baby.” I hold tight a moment longer before I obey.

Walking back towards his desk, I stand beside it and wait. Bastian takes a deep breath and I feel as if we both expel five years of feelings at once. Moving behind me, Bastian’s big body pins me to the side of his desk as his palms flatten atop it in front of me.

“Something you need to tell me, baby? Who marked your beautiful skin?” Bastian traces his lips over marks left by London and I moan.

“Yes, sir. I... you know London and I...” I gasp as he grinds into my ass, his cock hard and heavy, his teeth sinking in to the same spot.

“I know London teases you in the dark. I know you kiss her mouth and touch her pussy but still want my cock. Am I right?” I nod, eyes dropping to watch his hands tug at my skirt. Rucking it up my thighs slowly.

“Yes. We have always... felt things for one another. Last night I admitted it to myself and to her. I promised myself this year, I would take what I wanted for myself.” A loud moan echoes in the room and it takes me a moment to realize it’s me.

Bastian yanks my skirt up to expose my panties, his hips twisting his hardness into my bare backside. I bend forward as he pushes me a little, obeying his silent command.

“But still you want to be mine? Still you want my cock?” I can only nod, shuddering as his hands walk down my hips, taking my panties with them.

“Y—yes, Bastian. I still want you. As badly as I want London.” A loud crack of his hand on my ass is followed by a soothing rub and a kiss at my ear.

“Want us both, do you, greedy? Want to ride my cock but eat her pussy? Want us to share you, Sloan?” Bastian sounds angry, and it scares me but as much as I know I love him, I want to be honest.

“Yes. All I’ve wanted for five years is you. I’ve wanted London just as long. I understand if you can’t... oh!” I cry out as he swats my ass again before gripping a handful of it.

“I am crazy about you, Sloan. Have fallen deeper for you every single day for the past five years. I know just London makes you hot. I have watched you two. I want it to be just me, too. Is it just me who makes you hot, baby?” Bastian slips his hands around my front, tugging at the neckline of my dress to free my tits.

“Yes. Yes, Bastian,” I moan as he palms my tits and grinds into me, “Just you. I swear just you.” Bastian slips a hand up to my throat as he slides the other down between my legs.

“Would give you anything, baby. If you want my cock and her pussy, then you get us both. If you want just her... or just me, then that’s what you will have. Do you have any idea what I feel for you?” I shake my head as his fingers close around my throat.

“No. I know exactly how I feel for you, sir.” He bites his lip and groans as I bounce my ass against his rock-hard cock.

“Tell me. Look at me with those pretty eyes and tell me.” Shuddering as the hand between my legs cups my pussy, I lean into the touch at my throat as I look into his eyes.

“I love you. Have loved you for five years and I want...” Bastian steals my words as he slips his tongue into my mouth and his fingers inside me.