“Babe, what’s…” Ivanka pulled free of the embrace just enough to look into Lila’s crystal blue eyes. Yes, the tears wouldn’t stop, but that didn’t cloud the beauty of Lila’s serene gaze.
Of course her stomach chose that moment to burn with anxiety.
“I missed you last night. I just felt all the anguish Jesse put into his words and we got into a fight about it and I won the argument.”
Ivanka tilted her head “But you lost the battle?”
“Yeah.” Lila nodded.
“Where is he?”
“He’s out grocery shopping.” Lila sniffled, wiped a tear from her eyes. “I just…I know his behavior was uncalled for but after giving it some thought, he was right. Your dad’s an ass and your mother--well I don’t know.”
“Speak honestly.” Ivanka demanded that much of herself; she needed to ask it of her lovers.
“Your mother seems weak.”
Ivanka knew that was coming but still hated hearing it. “She didn’t use to be.” Her voice shrank with each word.
Lila hugged her tighter. “I’m sure. Lots of us start out a certain way and then someone we choose to be our life partner either crushes us or propels us. You haven’t talked much about your parents until you told us we were invited to dinner. And a triad has to function as a whole, which we did not.”
“No, but you weren’t prepared—”
Lila placed a chaste kiss over Ivanka’s lips, cutting her off. “Doesn’t matter. Not all the time will we agree or even see things the same way. But if the love is there, we need to hold on to it.”
“Love can’t always cure everything, Lila. It can’t.”
“No.” She shook her head, blinking slowly before meeting Ivanka’s stare. “But persistence and want go a long way.”
“You think so? You think my parents are going to listen to any sort of reason after last night? I’m pretty sure I’ve lost funding for my project. I’m damn sure they’ll probably disinherit me.”
“You’re crying over spilled milk.” The garage door opened and Jesse trudged up the steps, each foot hitting the wood with force to show he wasn’t fucking around. He turned to face Ivanka, and offered her more of an apologetic smile. “I should know. They’re not the first people I’ve shot my mouth off to and been right, but…” He ducked his head, then headed into the kitchen.
“But they’re my parents and…look. I just…” She looked away, bit her bottom lip.
Jesse reappeared from the kitchen. “If you’re going to leave, then you might as well do it to our faces. None of this telling Lila and hoping she’ll pass on word to me. We talked about this, Ivanka. The three of us. Had a serious conversation about it and settled in on the understanding that this wasn’t a short term fling and that we had serious relationship potential. You’re going to duck out now when things get tough?”
“Jesse!” Lila tried to cover his mouth with her hand but he brushed her off.
“No, don’t do that to him. He’s right. I’m not sure I see another way. They hate you, hate me even more.” She turned toward the front door while blinking back tears she didn’t want either of them to see.
“Is that all you have in your life, Ivanka?” Jesse shot the question out so unexpectedly it stopped her cold in her tracks. She heard Lila’s sharp intake of breath before she spun around on one heel and stared straight at Jesse, ire surging through her veins.
When they locked gazes, that ire didn’t disappear, it just…changed.
Ivanka caught a glimpse of Lila’s expression out of the corner of her eye, saw the worry in what she’d do to Jesse based on the heat creeping up her face. Despite it being cold inside, her skin was probably red by now.
Not just rage, she decided, before crossing the distance and raising a hand to Jesse’s face.
He caught her hand and quickly shoved her against the wall, pinning her with his body while his mouth seized hers.
Lila squealed.
Ivanka started to strike Jesse but stopped. Once his lips fell on hers, the rage subsided and became passion. Fueled by the desire to show him she acknowledged what they had as something more than just a fling, she kissed him back with all her might, her lips suckling on his, tongue invading his mouth while she sucked in his scent.
Nipples hard against the fabric of her dress became further irritated. A hand cupped her between her legs and pressed the material of her dress against her.
She moaned, felt hands on her ass before spreading her legs for wandering fingers.
Jesse tore away from the kiss and glared into Ivanka’s eyes. “If we do this any further, I’m going to come in my pants.”
“Yeah, you would, hot shot.” Ivanka panted, her hands searching the expanse of his chest while she arched her hips back for Lila’s roaming fingers. Her skirt bunched up, and Lila’s digits slid inside her creamy core and touched her.
Jesse’s mouth latched onto hers, sucked her tongue into his mouth with force enough that she groaned. His hands slid down her sides, grabbed her hips and helped bunch the skirt up higher, exposing her for Lila’s kisses and caresses.
Her knees went weak from the delicious sensations Lila caused with each nip and suckle of flesh. While Jesse caressed her breasts, he took Ivanka’s mouth again and again.
She let him, fully aware of his technique to keep her here just a little longer would prove a point, and piss her off.
She didn’t care.
Ivanka wanted—needed her lovers. “I need some cock inside me, damnit.”
Lila let out something akin to a whine.
“I haven’t forgotten you.” Her words came out in ragged pants. “I need you,” she touched her breast while Jesse practically tore off his shirt and slid out of his pants, “in my mouth.”
Jesse stroked his cock, thick and hard while the tip glistened with precum.
Ivanka licked her lips. “Chair. Figure it out.” Glaring at Lila, Ivanka motioned with one hand to the plush chair sitting across from the window.
Lila giggled and sat in the chair, spreading both legs and planting them on the arm rests.
Ivanka stepped out of her heels and sank to her hands and knees. Yes, if she were going to show her gratitude to her triad, she would do it on her hands and knees like a proper lover.
And Jesse would control from whatever point he wanted, as long as orgasms happened all around.
Lila lifted her negligee up, ran her hands down her belly and parted her lips.
A finger dipped inside the moisture, swirled around, then popped out before being sucked into Lila’s wet mouth.
Ivanka craved that taste so she crawled forward, aware of how she must look. Yeah, not very apologetic. More like feline, because that’s how she felt. This wasn’t an apology, not if there wasn’t a wronging.
Well, there had been. Her parents had been assholes. More to the point, her father had been a prick while her mother remained weak willed.
But Ivanka had no desire to apologize for that, not if Jesse’s question remained the quintessential topic of her mind after they fucked.
After he took her and she ate Lila out to her heart’s content.
Leaning forward, Ivanka lifted her ass up, wiggling it for Jesse.
It didn’t take long before fingers caressed her cleft.
She dove in, kissing, nibbling, licking all around soft, sensual folds of Lila’s sweet, spicy pussy. Ivanka flicked Lila’s hard clit with her tongue, twirling it over the sensitive nub while she slid two fingers inside and curled them up to hit the other woman’s g-spot.
Lila rocked her hips in motion with Ivanka’s movements, moving in time with her tongue while letting out soft moans.
“Yeah baby, just like that. Show me I was a foolish woman,” Ivanka purred.
The head of Jesse’s cock brushed Ivanka’s ass. Something cold grazed her ass and made her asshole pucker before something slid inside.
Oh, and it was joined by something inside her pussy. Slender fingers wriggled inside her whi
le she rocked her hips up and down, matching the way Lila’s hips moved while Ivanka sucked her clit.
She relaxed, wanting Jesse to have easy access though if he kept up working her with his fingers, she’d lose all focus and die before too much longer.
Lila gripped Ivanka’s hair, tugging her closer. “Suck me baby! Lick me and love me!”
Looking up the length of Lila’s lush body, Ivanka kept sucking, licking, playing while fingers worked in and out. Then Jesse’s cock impaled her slicked up asshole, making her squeal.
“You’ve never done that before.” Lila laughed, a breathy sound.
Ivanka glared.
Jesse’s cock slid in to the hilt, filling her asshole full.
She moaned and rocked her hips up and down to better accommodate Jesse’s girth.
He gripped her hips and the blast of cold around his cock and her asshole had them both groaning in pain/pleasure.
Then he pulled back, and slid inside her, with more precision now. He moved in short bursts to let her get accustomed to his size while his fingers found her pussy and rubbed her until the slickness of her sex coated her entire inner thighs.
“I love how tight you are, baby. And when I fuck your ass, you’re going to know where you belong.”
He shoved himself forward to emphasize that point.
Of course it only drove her further between Lila’s thighs and made Lila a happy girl when Ivanka placed the flat of her tongue across Lila’s clit.
The other woman gripped Ivanka’s head, held it firm between her legs. “Suckle, baby. Please, make me yours.”
She didn’t have to be told twice. Lurching forward wasn’t hard thanks to Jesse’s thrusting, shoving her mouth deeper into Lila’s wanting pussy.
The faster Jesse fucked Ivanka, the closer she drew to orgasm. Trying to hold out became difficult with his hands on her hips, nails digging into her ass. His cock thrust in and out while the weight of his body blanketed hers and his hips pounded into her.
“Baby, my baby, my…” He couldn’t get the words out.
“Say it,” she begged into Lila’s pussy.
“Make it true?” He stopped thrusting just long enough to piss her off.
She gave his dick a squeeze with her asshole and that got a moan from him. “Say it. Make it true and yes….I’ll—”–She panted.
Jesse picked up the pace and fucked her in hard, sure strokes that spoke of ownership. Not in a sick perverted way, but in a way that spoke deeply to her heart. She had no doubts Lila felt the same way, the woman had locked her between her thighs and begged for release.
Ivanka gave it to her, flicking her tongue over Lila’s core while Jesse’s cock pummeled her asshole.
His balls drew up against his body, his words inaudible. Moans, mere moans, while he tensed up around her.
Of course Ivanka had that same tension growing in her belly. Lila’s thighs had kept her head trapped between her thighs long enough to get a few quiet orgasms, but she really let loose when Ivanka’s body shuddered.
Lila’s fingers tangled in Ivanka’s hair and tugged her upward but her position on the floor made it harder to move up Lila’s body. She had Jesse’s cock inside her, thrusting, hitting her pussy from a different angle and causing that delicious friction spurring her on. Her body tightened, eyes slammed shut, his orgasm, filled her full while shaking her body from head to toe.
Jesse’s hands remained locked on to her hips and he seemed to thrust on autopilot as his seed filled her ass. He bent over, held her around her waist, caressed a breast and bit her neck.
She arched into him, sweat soaked and reveled in the intense pain his love bite gave her.
Then, they were silent.
Lila slid out of the chair onto the floor, legs spread while Ivanka shifted and Jesse pulled out of her, but his cock still nuzzled her ass.
Half an hour later, Ivanka opened her eyes and saw the sunlight ebbing off the carpet and realized she’d been over longer than she intended. It neared five o’clock by the shadow.
Lila stirred, moved thick strands of hair from her eyes and put a hand on Ivanka’s cheek. “Are you still…”
Ivanka looked into her lover’s eyes, knew then it couldn’t be the end. Not possible. Not if Lila continued to look at her like that, despite how her parents treated them.
She was afraid to look back at Jesse. His hair would no doubt be in his face, blocking his eyes, but his emotions would come through in his touch. They always did., because Jesse claimed to be a simple man.
“I don’t know if my parents will back down.”
Lila yawned. “I don’t care. I want you. Jesse wants you.”
Jesse’s hips bucked against Ivanka’s for emphasis. “I get enough time with Lila every single day but if you weren’t in our lives, I’m not sure either of us would get over it easily.”
“Despite my parents?”
Nodding, Jesse wrapped his arms around Ivanka’s waist.
Lila stroked her hair, moved her thigh so Ivanka could rest her head on it. “Maybe in time they’ll grow to accept it. But if not, we’re together, Ivanka. Always. We move as one. Do you understand?”
“If that means you both love and support me unconditionally, then yes. I do.”
“We do.” Jesse snuggled both women closer.
“What am I going to do about raising funds and my charity and?”
The press of Lila’s soft lips sealing over Ivanka’s cut her off, derailing her train of thought.
She inhaled Lila’s scent mixed with the lingering aroma of their earlier lovemaking.
Lila cupped Ivanka’s face, her eyes closed and she leaned in a little further, deepening the kiss.
Ivanka tried to protest but a hand caught hers and stopped her.
Then, just as sweetly as it had begun, the kiss ended and Lila pulled back. “You have the both of us to brainstorm and help you. Nothing is ever easy as you’re learning about being in a triad, but we can move together.”
Ivanka saw Jesse’s agreement in a nod and grin, then looked back at Lila to see matching sincerity in her eyes. “I love you both.
“We love you too, baby.” Lila hugged Ivanka tighter.
Jesse gave Ivanka’s hips a gentle squeeze.
A Month Later
The three of them sat on the floor of Ivanka’s apartment, two women on the phone to various contributors and event staffing agencies while Jesse spread papers over the floor and worked his accounting magic to find their breaking point, profit point and flaws in the plan Ivanka had carefully constructed.
Ending the current call, Ivanka slumped back against the foot of a cushion and let her head fall back. Letting out a long sigh, she lifted her head to see Jesse marking something on one of the papers.
Lila’s soothing tone must have made the other party happy because Lila’s lips curled up in that cute little way they did. She thanked the person she’d been talking to, then hit end. “That’s the last of them, babe. It looks like if we’re going to do this without your parents. It’s going to be a bit longer of a road than you initially planned but unless Jesse’s found some flaws in our financial goals, it should be doable.”
Ivanka grinned. Her pulse sped at the prospect of realizing her dream. Not just in doing that, but having the support of the two most important people in her world. “I’m glad. Thank you both very much.”
Jesse set his pencil down, looked at the group. “Well, we’re only a few weeks off. Venue is booked, invites sent out and money’s all accounted for.”
“Excellent. Listen, I couldn’t have done this without you both.” Ivanka scooted closer to Lila and rested her tired head in her female lover’s lap.
Lila stroked Ivanka’s hair, brushing strands from her chin while stroking her skin. “It’s the least we could do at this point. You’ve been so busy with work the last month that when you told us what was at stake, we just had to get involved.”
“Yeah. Hey I know it’s probably a sore point but…”
“Have they at least called?”
“No,” Ivanka sighed. Her heart would normally have sunk at the prospect of no longer having her parents to meddle in her life, but even that couldn’t keep her spirits down after the success she’d had today. “I suspect mother will probably call at some point and we may talk. I’m not ready to let them back into my life yet.”
“You did what you thought you had to do. All around, babe. Life isn’t easy on any of us.”
Ivanka sat up and met Lila’s stare, smiling as she did so. She scanned for Jesse, but found him returning from her kitchen with three full glasses of wine.
“I think this calls for a celebration.”
“Agreed.” Ivanka and Lila took glasses. Both women started to stand but Jesse held up a hand.
“I’ll join you on the floor.”
Clinking glasses, a toast and laughter led to an evening of snuggling by the fireplace in relative silence.
It would take some time and patience on Ivanka’s part but she’d get this. She’d rely on her lovers and let them ease their troubles in her heart. For the first time in her life, Ivanka felt she fit somewhere.
She could conquer the world with her triad. She finally had something beautiful.
THE END
About the Author
Sascha Illyvich
Proclaimed by the Publishing industry as the Bad Boy of Romance, Sascha started writing fifteen years ago. Author of over 50 titles in a variety of subgenres, his erotic romances have been listed under the Night Owl Romance and Road to Romance’s Recommended read list, and he’s been nominated for a CAPA by The Romance Studio. Recently, Torn to Pieces was a USA TODAY Recommended Read.
Sascha writes for Red Sage, Ardent Books, Secret Cravings Publishing, Sizzler Editions, Totally Bound and Decadent Publishing.
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