Saviour

by Andie M. Long

So far they’ve made no moves in that direction. I realise they are probably leaving it up to me to take the first step. As I make my way up the stairs, I hear moans coming from their room. I linger outside their doorway, listening. Sheets rustle. The sound of whispered instructions can be heard faintly. I gently push their door open a fraction, taking care to make no sound. As I stare through the crack in the doorway, I watch Jack between Sienna’s legs, feasting on her pussy. I continue staring, my breathing becoming heavier. Their lovemaking shows the harmony between their two bodies. Practised lovers who know each other inside and out. They respond to each other rhythmically, searching out their joint chorus. I’m spellbound as I observe. I begin to imagine that it’s my pussy Jack is tasting. Desire spreads through me and wetness pools between my thighs. I trail my hand down my breasts and move it lower, further down, until my hand is underneath my panties. I slip a finger over my clit and start to rub. Sienna thrusts her hips up and holds Jack’s head in her hand, guiding him closer towards her core. Her desperate moans thrill me and bring me ever closer to my own climax. I pinch my clit hard and seek satisfaction under my own hand. I’m so close. As Sienna bucks in an explosive climax, my own shatters over me. In that instant, I’m brought back to where I am and what I’m doing. Ashamed, I turn away from the door. The floorboard creaks. Damn that fucking wood.

  ‘Eden?’

  I turn back and peer through the doorway. Two sets of eyes meet mine. Fuck.

  I push open the door a little more. ‘Sorry. I was erm-’

  ‘Eden, that flush on your face tells me you’re either embarrassed or aroused. If its embarrassment, don’t be. If its arousal, come and join us.’

  I go with my gut reaction and walk into their room.

  Sienna shuffles up on the bed and makes space for me.

  ‘So if you were watching, you’ll know that Sienna has just come, so now it's my turn.’

  ‘You can watch or join in. Go with the flow,’ says Sienna, changing places with Jack.

  Jack lies on the bed as Sienna lowers herself and takes him in her mouth. My eyes wander up and down his body. I’m done with watching. I lean over and sweep my tongue over his pectorals, a salt-like taste invading my mouth. His nipples harden under the increased pressure from my tongue. My fingers and nails rake over his abdomen, exploring the hard body underneath. I change the pressure to light and scratch over his skin, feeling it goosebump. I reach his neck and he tilts his head to give me better access.

  My mouth goes dry as I assess Sienna with Jack’s cock in her mouth. Licking, grazing. She is attentive, watching my actions as she sucks. It's disconcerting, the fact that the man beneath us is being brought to climax by two of us. It's like Sienna is another part of myself. Even though he’s not in my mouth, I’m still enjoying him being brought nearer to orgasm. Feverish with lust, I impulsively decide to sit astride Jack’s head, facing Sienna.

  ‘Oh yes, Eden.’ He brings me down atop his mouth and licks.

  I fuck his face while Sienna’s mouth travels up and down his cock.

  Squirming upon him, I feel my own climax building. He tongues me furiously until I tip over the edge. With a guttural cry, I watch as he comes in Sienna’s mouth. She swallows and sweeps her tongue around her lips.

  ‘I need more, you two would be hot together,’ says Jack.

  I sit next to him on the bed and Sienna moves to my side. Jack looks over at me, suggesting with his expression that I may like to initiate the next move. I’m nervous. I’m so inexperienced at this.

  ‘Just treat me as you would yourself,’ Sienna whispers.

  I place my hand between her legs and close my eyes. I do what she instructed and imagine that it’s my own pussy I’m touching. Except, of course, it isn’t. I’m not fondling my own. I’m exploring the warm flesh of Sienna. Her pussy is wet and I insert a finger into her, getting her wetness on the tip and rubbing it around her clit. She moans, letting me know she likes this, so I repeat the motions. As my finger slips inside her, she undulates, moving further onto my finger. I add another digit. I move to sit astride her stomach and use my other hand to pinch and flick her clit while my two fingers fuck her. She thrusts upwards faster and I get wet watching her excitement. I adjust myself and place my pussy over her thigh. As I continue to pump and flick at her pussy, I grind my own up and down on her leg. Jack takes his now rock hard penis in his hands and pumps hard.

  The sounds of our arousal are harmonious as we unhurriedly enjoy the sensations and move towards our climaxes. Jack is the first to come, his semen spraying into his hand. Sienna is next, exploding over my fingers, screaming her satisfaction into the room. Then she sits up and clasps my buttocks as I rub myself against her leg, faster and faster. She places her fingers onto my clit.

  ‘I want to feel your come.’

  Her words take me over the edge and I shatter.

  We take a moment to recover from the evening’s events. Jack yawns softly, giving me an excuse to leave.

  ‘I’m going back to my room now if that’s okay?’

  ‘Of course.’ Jack strokes a hand down my face. He looks at Sienna and she puts her hand on his.

  ‘Our Eden,’ she says. They gaze at me with such endearment, it’s almost worshipful. It makes me feel slightly awkward. It’s only sex.

  I bid them good night and return to my own room.

  Although my cheeks are aflame when Jack walks into the kitchen, he greets me with his usual “Good Morning” and asks for a hot drink. I tell him to take a seat and begin to cook his breakfast. I hear the daily paper fall on the mat and collect it, dropping it in front of Jack as I hurry back to the pan.

  ‘Gosh, a man could certainly get used to this.’

  ‘Well, don’t.’ I laugh. ‘Sienna’s not going to let you have a cooked breakfast every day. It’ll be fruit salad tomorrow.’

  ‘I’ll have to think of a bribe.’

  I laugh. ‘Sorry, I’m shared equally with both of you.’ The words repeat back in my head and I wish I could retract them.

  Jack laughs. ‘That you are.’

  When I serve up breakfast, he asks me to join him at the table. I grab my slice of toast, my coffee, and sit at the side of him.

  ‘So, I can’t help noticing you’ve not been in contact with anyone while you’ve been here. Have you no family wondering how you’re getting on? Friends?’

  ‘I text my friend Kara occasionally, but she’s working abroad as a Holiday Rep. Family wise, I was fostered. My foster parents weren’t horrible to me, but it was clear I was only there because they were making money from us.’

  ‘Us?’

  ‘Yeah, me and the brother they fostered around the same time.’

  ‘Are you close to him?’

  I pause, rubbing the back of my neck. ‘He’s in prison for fraud. No, we weren’t close. I have no family. I have one friend. To be honest, I prefer my own company.’

  ‘Well, you must say if we overcrowd you.’

  ‘I've got a lovely room to retreat to when I want to be alone. This is perfect for me here. I have a job that satisfies me.’ This time I break off and wink at him. ‘I’m sure Kara will be in touch when she gets a break.’

  He nods his head. ‘How long is she working away?’

  ‘Summer at the very least, but she’s hoping to keep travelling for a while, so I’m probably not going to see her for ages.’

  ‘You miss her?’

  ‘Yeah. She was fun. We were flatmates throughout University. She respected my space, but at the same time, if I got too introverted, she’d pull me out of my room and drag me clubbing.’

  ‘Good to know, though it’s been a while since we went clubbing.’

  I giggle. ‘If I become too reclusive, hire a movie with Henry Cavill in, I’ll be down like a shot.’

  ‘That’s my competition, is it? Henry Cavill?’

  It seems weird him talking like this. But yes, I suppose Jack’s going to become my lover at some point soon. For now though, I change the subjec
t.

  I stand up. ‘Fancy another coffee?’

  ‘I’d love one, Eden. Thank you.’

  I make him a further cup and begin to wash the pots. There’s now an awkwardness, or maybe it’s me over-thinking things. The trouble with my brain is if anything ever gets on my mind it kind of burns there until it comes out of my mouth. As if an inner voice is urging me to speak.

  ‘Jack?’

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘Will you fuck me tonight?’

  If I’m expecting Jack to splutter his coffee, I’m mistaken. His gaze goes slightly upward while he thinks. ‘Yes. I think that would be fine.’

  ‘I’m not sure how the arrangement works. Do all three of us need to be together all the time?’

  ‘Not at all. Anything goes as far as Sienna and myself are concerned. We’ll be guided by you until we know each other better. Then we might have our own suggestions.’

  ‘For tonight, with it being the first time for us, can Sienna be there? I’d feel better.’

  ‘Of course.’

  ‘Thank you.’ I hang up the tea towel. ‘Okay, I’m going to get ready and head out to do the shopping.’

  Jack lifts his head from the newspaper and nods.

  As I get ready in my room, I think back to my recent conversation. ‘Can you fuck me later? Okay, I’m off to do the shopping.’ I giggle, imagining that’s what it’s like when you’ve been married a while, although probably with less fucking.

  I wonder how Sienna and Jack got into threesomes and open relationships? What does it say about me that I can’t ask them that but I can fuck them? Again, it’s the intimacy. A gene I seem to lack. I bet they think I’m a freak-show having no friends. I block the thoughts from my mind and think of the shopping I need. It’s easier that way.

  That evening, I lie upon Jack and Sienna’s bed completely naked while they kiss and fondle every part of my body.

  ‘Tonight is for you,’ Sienna tells me. She places a blindfold over my eyes as Jack sheaths his cock in a condom. Then I sense his body over mine. He whispers in my ear, ‘Enjoy the sensations, Eden.’

  He pushes into my slick pussy. My insides flicker with pleasure as the sense of being filled occurs. Though I love the pleasure given by hand and tongue, there’s nothing like the sensation of being full of cock. He moves in and out of me slowly. Soft moans escape my mouth. The cool touch of a finger on my clit makes me jump slightly. The finger strums my clit as his cock moves in and out of me.

  ‘How’s the pressure?’ Sienna asks, so I presume it’s her fingers doing the strumming.

  ‘Amazing.’ I sigh. ‘It’s all amazing.’

  I’m fucked until I’m almost delirious with pleasure. I feel Jack’s cock thicken, and he fucks me harder.

  ‘Surrender to me, Eden. Come for me.’

  Sienna frantically rubs my clit as Jack’s cock pulses within me. I explode at almost the same time, milking his cock and soaking Sienna’s fingers with my juices.

  My blindfold is removed. Sienna sucks her fingers.

  ‘You taste divine.’

  They kiss me, one at each side and then carry me through to their bathroom where they run me a bath and between them, wash me from head to toe. I let them spoil me. If I was any more blissed out at this stage, I think I would be dead. Towel dried, I stand groggily, my eyes drooping. I briefly remember Jack carrying me to my room, but that’s all before I awaken the next morning.

  Chapter Five

  Eden

  As the builders get the hallway and stairs under way, life becomes more fraught. There’s dust everywhere and I tire of permanently cleaning up after workmen. The kitchen and the downstairs bathroom are repeatedly covered in footprints and plaster dust. Sienna and Jack stay out longer while the work is carried out. I end up taking at least two showers a day. I hate the dirt. It feels like its dirtying me inside and out. My skin itches. One of the workmen is quite hot and if I’d met him in Escape/Find I’d have been asking him for a drink. However, I don’t intend to mess up my role here, so I spend longer in my room, which makes me bored. I’m not a fan of social media, preferring to keep my private life private. To alleviate boredom, I study online courses in interior design to get ideas. These free courses don’t last long enough and before long I’ve tired of those as well. I have excellent visual memory and learn fast. Next, I begin a course in conversational Spanish as I already know enough French to get by. It might come in handy if I ever visit Kara.

  One afternoon, I stare at the computer screen as I absentmindedly scratch an itch on the side of my face. They’ve probably unearthed some fucking nest of crawling bugs while doing the work. Eurgh, I need a distraction. I bite my lip, thinking what the hell can I do, before an idea zips through my brain. Xavier. I’ll try to find him. I’m aware this will be a fruitless task. Having a Christian name in a sea of a zillion internet pages will hardly be easy. But that’s good. I bet I can waste oodles of time. I type in Xavier, Manchester.

  I’m annoyed when a string of images show the man himself, in a search that took 0.00356 of a second.

  I click on one of the pictures of him cutting a ribbon.

  ‘Xavier Harrington re-opens Harrington’s Premier Estate Agency.’ It says how he has taken over the helm of this well-known (apparently-I’ve never heard of it) branch and franchised the others, making him a wealthy businessman. It gives a history of his father dying of a heart attack, leaving the business to him, and then states he’s single.

  I go back and click through the other photos. Some show him with an older woman who I presume is his mother. Others have him with attractive females on his arm. All the photos relate to business events of some kind. The feed underneath the photos shows he has a Facebook profile. Really? I didn’t figure him as someone who would do social media. I don’t know why. He was certainly friendly enough. I click on the link. His privacy settings are shocking. I can see his whole feed. I spend an hour looking at pictures of him on various holidays. This is my problem with social media. I now have far more knowledge about Xavier’s life than I should. He was a one night fuck buddy, yet I now know that he goes out most Monday nights to an Italian in Manchester City Centre.

  A knock on my door startles me. I close my computer and head for the door. One of the workmen wants to check if he can use the microwave to warm up his lunch. Honestly. I take it off him and force myself to go and stay downstairs. Keeping the workmen happy and stopping myself from cyber stalking Xavier Harrington.

  That evening I chat to Jack and Sienna about the schedule of works.

  ‘Would it be okay if I got the team to do more work at the same time?’

  ‘What do you mean exactly?’ asks Jack.

  ‘Well if they brought more of the team over and did some of the other rooms, it would be one vast lot of mess to clean up, but would cut down on how long we have to suffer the workmen.’

  ‘What were you thinking of getting done?’

  ‘I thought your study, Jack, with it being downstairs, and the utility room. Get the downstairs work done as quickly as possible. I could empty it tomorrow -’

  Jack and Sienna regard each other.

  ‘That won’t be necessary. If you give me a day or so, I’ll get my office emptied.’

  ‘I really don’t mind.’

  ‘No. That won’t be necessary, Eden. I’ll empty it, but yes I think it’s fine to do the rest of the downstairs, don’t you Sienna?’

  She nods her head.

  Jack comes and finds me in the kitchen later as I’m clearing up.

  ‘I’m sorry. Sienna said I was a little terse with you. I’m afraid I’m a bit territorial with my office.’

  I shrug, ‘It’s fine. Sorry if I overstepped the mark. I’m still kind of learning my place here.’

  He takes hold of my chin and looks at me. ‘You have no place here. You’re equal. It’s just I feel about my office the way you do about your room. It’s my private space. I don’t even like Sienna going in there.’

  ‘Fair
enough.’

  ‘Great. I’ll get it cleared, over the next couple of days like I said, and then you can get the lads in to do their thing. By the way, is everything okay there? None of them bothering you?’

  ‘No, other than the mess they make.’

  ‘So no-one flirting with you?’

  I shake my head. ‘Why would they? They’re here to do a job.’

  Jack sniggers. ‘Oh, Eden, they’re men and you’re a beautiful woman. They’ll be imagining fucking you against this worktop.’

  ‘I’m sure they’re not.’

  ‘Why not? I am.’

  He pushes me against the kitchen island and pulls up my skirt.

  ‘Can I do this?’ His warm breath is against my ear. His chest pressed against my own.

  My heart thuds in my chest. ‘Yes.’

  He pulls down my pants and I kick them off my feet. My skirt is around my waist. He’s fully dressed while my bottom half is completely exposed.

  ‘There’s something I’ve always wanted to do. You can say no.’

  My eyes follow his body as he goes to the fridge. I smirk, thinking he’s a whipped cream guy. Instead, he extracts a cucumber. Surely not…

  Jack’s eyes roam over me hungrily. ‘I’d like to fuck you with this and then I want you to add it to my lunch. At work, I’ll know that your juices are all over my dinner.’

  His words make me wetter. I guess it can’t be much different to using a vibrator. I move my legs further apart.

  Jack places the cucumber between my legs and pushes at my entrance. The coolness of it makes me shiver a little.

  ‘Don’t be nervous.’

  He edges it in a little. I feel tense around it.

  Jack drops to his knees and brings his mouth to my clit. The warmth of his breath contrasts to the coldness emanating from the cucumber. He licks me. As I respond to his licking, he pushes the cucumber in and out of me. Cold and heat. My pussy relaxes and opens to accept the invader.

  ‘That’s it, Eden. Fuck it. Pretend it’s me. That’s right. Lift up your hips.’

  ‘Oh.’ A little sigh escapes my mouth. ‘Oh, Jack.’