When Dona gives Juli an impressed look, the woman preens. Topping might not come naturally to her, but God knows she knows how to work it when she wants to. Dona shoots her an expectant look. "So what happens now?"
Juli meets her gaze with promise. "Whatever I want."
*~*~*
A low, approving noise rumbles through Dona's throat, making Juli shiver. "Yes, ma'am." She kisses her. Juli smells her arousal around her, getting stronger with each touch and stroke. It's so strange to think that she's more affected by it herself than Dona is. That fact changes the whole context and experience of it somehow. Robs it of its bite and wipes away its taint. Now, when she inhales, all she smells is heat. Juli lets it fuel her, making her body hum with excitement.
With a giggle, she moves over the bound woman's body, trailing her lips and tongue and teeth over Dona's neck, her collarbone, her chest. Juli lingers over the undersides of Dona's arms, now exposed by her position. It shouldn't be sexy, but Juli can't help but think about how few people have touched the woman there. She presses her face close, moving her mouth over Dona where the violet sheen in her skin pales a bit to a pretty blue. It's subtle; she's been dating and loving this woman for nine months now and she's never really taken the time to notice. Juli takes the time now. She kisses, nips and licks, over the skin, making Dona squirm.
Dona lets out a laughingly pleading sound while she writhes her still pants-covered hips invitingly, encouragingly. Juli can practically hear the hint in her sway. She tsks. Topping from the bottom. Naughty, needy girl.
Juli thinks about giving Dona what she wants. She could reach down and take Dona's pants off, while she loves and laves her breasts. She could touch Dona's heat, feel her sex, hot and wet, against her fingers. She could tease her, play with her hungry clit, until she screams, arching against her bonds. Juli could.
Instead, she stands on the couch in front of Dona, one foot on either side of her thighs. Juli looms over her, large and demanding. Dona looks up at her, awe and arousal in her gaze. Lifting her shirt dress, Juli leans in over Dona's lips. She gasps when the woman licks her labia through the cotton crotch of her panties. The tip of her tongue tries to tease through the cloth to get to Juli's clit. Juli laughs when Dona tilts her head this way, then that way, trying to get to her. Feeling Dona's hot breath between her thighs, Juli huffs, Dona's short strands tickling her skin. With her hands bound behind her head, Dona sucks the cotton into her mouth, tugging it aside with her teeth. Juli giggles and gasps as Dona's teeth nip and nudge her pussy as much as her panties.
Juli appreciates Dona's efforts a little longer before laughingly reaching between her legs to pull back her panties that are wet with both of them. Dona's groan sounds hungry, and when her mouth meets Juli's lips, it purrs gratifyingly against the slick, sensitive skin.
Gripping the wall with her other hand, Juli steadies herself before she falls, while her knees wobble. She throws her head back as her breath becomes ragged and her hips press into Dona. Her tongue's quick caress over Juli's clit feels so good, she wants more. Juli spreads her fingers, pulling her labia tighter, tauter, so the touch of Dona's tongue against her needy clit feels like a lick of fire, consuming her in a riotous blaze of pleasure.
When she comes against Dona's face, Juli cups the back of her head, digging her hands in Dona's hair. Juli's cry is strained, such a muted sound, too small for the sensation drowning her. She bites her lip and stands, still and silent, just that sound and a slight shudder moving through her. She hates the idea of sharing it, even as a sound. Selfishly, she wants to take this and keep it just for herself, just a moment longer. Juli wants the world to make way, to step back and allow this overwhelming feeling to fill her. To become her entire world.
With buckling knees, Juli tumbles into Dona's lap. Kissing her, Juli tastes herself, sticky and thick, on Dona's lips. Eating at her mouth, Juli devours her, the slick mix of them both tantalizing on her tongue.
When Dona shifts her head to look over Juli's shoulder, Juli wants to drag her face back to her.
But the curious expression on Dona's face makes Juli look over her shoulder.
Seeing her boyfriend standing there, she sees a stricken pallor making his teak skin look ashen. She turns, panicked, sitting between Dona's legs. He stares at them, wide-eyed, and Juli wonders what he sees.
Is he disgusted? Hurt? Will he be able to look at her the same after seeing this side of her, having it thrust in his face?
His breathing seems rough, his chest rising and falling in controlled shifts. His nostrils flare wildly, but other than that, his body seems frozen as he clutches a dishrag tightly in his hands.
Juli swallows hard, an apology and her taste thick on her tongue, before she sees it. Juli blinks at the erection, rising behind the zipper of his pants.
Curious, she looks up at his face again, the paleness waning as a new heat flushes his skin.
*~*~*
Kyle should leave.
He should have just waited in the kitchen. Waited for them to come to him.
But, even after having slowed the simmer time and taken his time before boiling the pasta, dinner is done.
He knows that shouldn't matter. He should have stayed put. Lord help him, he couldn't. Not with the scent of his girlfriend's pleasure filling the apartment. Not with it calling him, whittling away at his willpower until he was suddenly standing here, weak and staring.
He should go. He's invading their moment. Intruding on their privacy. Perverting their pleasure. He should leave.
But he can't. Held helpless as his girlfriend studies him, he bunches the dishcloth in front of his lap, suddenly embarrassingly aware of how hard he is. Of course he is. He feels his face flush with equal amounts of arousal and shame.
Juli turns to share a glance with Dona. Kyle doesn't even try to read it; he can't trust anything his cycle-soaked brain believes it sees. Closing his eyes, he takes a breath and turns himself around.
Only to pause when he feels Juli's hand grab his.
He tries hard not to read too much into this.
He looks over his shoulder at her. "I'm sorry."
She smiles at him and he wonders, marvels, at how she can smile at a moment like this. "Don't be." She takes his hand in both of hers, pulling him close. She kisses him. Moaning, he tastes her slick heat on her lips. "Not if you don't want to."
Want? What does he want?
He looks up past Juli, at their partner, who sits half-naked and belt-bound on the couch. Dona shrugs and gives him a small, game grin.
This is not how he thought today would go.
Thank God.
"Are you sure?" He needs her to be sure. He looks from one woman to the other. Please.
When they both eagerly agree, he feels his control snap. Kissing his girlfriend, he pulls her close and breathes her in. She grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head. He tugs at her panties, helping her step out of them. He drinks from her lips like he's dying from thirst. He can't get close enough, can't touch enough of her.
He's so consumed with trying to get his fill, he doesn't notice that she's taken the dishcloth from his hands until she already has it wrapped around his wrists. He straightens, confused, when she pulls the towel tight. He wriggles his now tied wrists, his brow wrinkling questioningly.
Dona snickers. "Dude, are you really going to complain?" She pulls at the belts holding her hands behind her head before shrugging. "It's what she wants."
Juli smirks smugly at him. "It's what I want."
He goes with her as she leads him over the carpet and to the couch. At her direction, he sits on the coffee table in front of the couch, spreading his legs when she settles on her knees between him and Dona. He thinks he knows what she has in mind. He doesn't know if it'll work. But damn, he definitely wants to try.
She kisses Dona and touches her breasts, cupping them and teasing her nipples with her thumbs. Kyle watches while Juli's kisses head south, sprinkling over Dona's neck and shoulder
s, over her breasts before sucking their tight peaks. While her lips and teeth pluck at the tender flesh, he hears Dona moan, her head falling back onto the couch's cushions as her eyes close. Her hips shift when Juli takes her pants off, slipping them over her hips and down her legs.
From where he is on the short table, he can't see Juli love the other woman, but he can smell their heat mix in the air. With his legs spread wide, his own heady musk mingles too. He strokes Juli's rounded ass, touching as much of the soft skin as his bound hands can. Her hips twitch, pushing into his caress.
He reaches between her thighs, just beyond that beautiful behind, and finds her wet and ready. Sliding his fingers inside her, he loves the low murmur she makes against Dona. Juli parts her legs further, making room for him as his other hand reaches for her clit, stroking her. She writhes against him, even as Dona arches into her.
Enjoying the hell out of this, she makes it better by thrusting back, bumping her butt against his hard-on insistently. Grinning, he groans. "Are you sure?"
She nods. "Condoms." She pants almost incoherently. "In my purse."
God bless a woman who comes prepared.
*~*~*
Juli's mouth goes slack a moment when she feels Kyle enter her. Every time she thinks she's experienced the greatest pleasure possible, she finds something new. The feeling of him filling her while she feasts on Dona is almost too much. Juli feels greedy with it, like it shouldn't be allowed. But she wants more.
She thrusts her hips, pressing herself onto Kyle, then into Dona, the sight, the scent, the taste, the feel of it all unbelievable. Yet Juli still needs more.
With one hand playing with the other woman's pussy while Juli sucks her clit, she lets her other hand dip between her own legs. Juli brushes against his hard cock inside her and it thrills her. Stroking her clit in small, swift circles, she feels her climax speed and her pussy clench.
As if spurred, his palms grip her just above her ass, his bound hands spanning as much of her as he can while he struggles for leverage. Beneath her, she can feel Dona's body tense and twist. There's so much pleasure surrounding her, like a current it flows in and through Juli, connecting all three of them in an electric tangle of limbs. Juli rides it, letting it take her, feeling her climax threaten to break. She redoubles her efforts, squeezing him and thrusting into Dona.
It feels like a war of wills as they all cling to each other while they head for the edge together.
Juli feels it the second Kyle falls first. His grip on her tightens and his grunting breaths become frantic. Hips thrusting forward, he throws his head back before his weight falls with a groan onto the coffee table.
His shudder inside her, with her touch on her body and her partner's taste in her mouth, triggers her own orgasm. She moans over her mound, her mouth sealing the sound to Dona's sex. Sensation makes her motions wild, making Juli's fingers thrust harder, faster, deeper.
When Dona comes, Juli wants to cry out too. But she can't. Exhausted and thoroughly spent, she can barely breathe. Juli gives her lush flesh one last lick before collapsing against the couch at her feet.
With a heaving breath, Kyle, who's rid himself of both the condom and his terry-cloth ties, slips off the coffee table, shoving it back a bit to make room for himself on the floor. Still mostly clothed, he wraps Juli in his embrace. Kissing her on the lips sweetly, he grins up at Dona.
Still hazy with pleasure, Dona looks down at him and Juli, smiling.
Juli yawns and settles on the floor into Kyle's arms, while Dona lazily strokes her hair. This is the moment she wanted. The thing she needs.
Suddenly, she sits up.
Kyle and Dona straighten too. "What is it?"
"The vote." Juli looks around for a clock. "With everything that's happened, I never voted." Not that it would likely make a difference. But she has to try, right? Even if all she does is vote for the least worst options for city council and schoolboard members, incumbents and those who seem very status quo, it's doing something. Doing her part. If she can't hope to make things better, she should do what she can to not make things worse. If she still could. "What time is it?" What time do the polls close?
Kyle grabs his pants and the phone tucked in a deep pocket. "There's plenty of time. Let's eat first and then we'll head out." He raises an eyebrow at Dona. "What about you?"
Dona just shrugs. "I meant to."
Kyle just nods. "Let's eat, then we'll all go. First our precinct, then yours. Afterward, we can come back here for pie. Sound like a plan?"
Juli smiles and nods before giving him a kiss, the framework of a plan grounding her somehow, giving her back some of the control today had taken. They both turn to look at Dona.
Dona sighs. "Okay, but give me a second to recover here."
Juli laughs before settling back against the couch and into Kyle's embrace. She doesn't know about the world outside this home, with its vote and uncertain future, with its division and disappointments. She doesn't know what to do about the possibility of her fate, her people's fate, being in the hands of those who only see them as inhuman. She is so tired of trying to make herself fit into and please a world that seems determined to make her feel like an outsider. After thirty years of living in it, she still doesn't know about any of it.
But, looking at her part of it, at the world the three of them have carved out and created for themselves, she hugs her boyfriend closer and lays her head on her partner's thigh. Maybe she can't fix everything. Maybe she can't make the world want or accept her. But, in times of uncertainty and disappointment, happiness—stolen bits of hope and joy—can be an act of defiance. And that is worth trying, worth fighting, for. Because she honestly can't think of anywhere else, in all the planets in all the galaxies in all the universe, she'd rather be.
FIN
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sonni de Soto is a queer storyteller of color, who believes that the romance and speculative genres too often don’t get the credit they deserve. They tell us a lot about humanity. What we desire and fear. Our values and taboos. For genres that are too often dismissed as fluff or pure entertainment, they allow us to explore sides of ourselves that we can’t anywhere else. They allow us, as storytellers, to showcase the soul. de Soto has had the privilege of publishing romantic erotica novels and stories with The Sexy Librarian, Cleis Press, Sexy Little Pages, and many others. An escape artist at heart, de Soto also enjoys consuming stories of all kinds and cosplaying the fictional loves of her life.
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