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Chapter One: Kay
Pomegranates. I’m thinking about pomegranates when I shouldn’t be thinking about pomegranates. Pomegranates remind me of a certain someone, but that certain someone isn’t here right now. Even though I’d prefer her to be.
I don’t even know the names of the two women I have in the shower with me. You’d think I would, given one of them is throat deep on my cock and the other’s tongue is in my mouth, but names aren’t important in a situation like this. They don’t even know mine. They don’t need to. They probably don’t even know each other. I picked them up at the gym this morning.
The one giving me a blow job grazes me with her teeth a little too hard for my taste. I wince, pulling her long blonde hair back to force her to look up at me, pulling away from the kiss of the other. Let’s call them Blonde One and Blonde Two.
Blonde One smiles up at me through the sprinkling water in her eyes, blinking away the drops with long lashes. “Sorry,” she says, but she sure as hell doesn’tsoundlike she is.
“Ease up on the teeth. I might like a little bit of pain, but not there, sweetheart.” I release her hair. “For that, you can watch me fuckher.” Turning my attention to Blonde Two, I spin her around and bend her over in my large, glass doored shower, sliding into her wet center with ease. Her moans fill the space, echoing off the tiled walls, using the one in front of her for support as I pound into her. Blonde Two tries to come in for a kiss, but I stop her with a firm grip around her throat. “Not yet.”
Blonde One pouts at the same moment Blonde Two lets out a cry of pleasure while she grinds on top of me. “Come on, I’m getting cold.” She grabs my hand and guides it to the apex of her thighs. “That warms me up.”
I tease her with my fingers, her head falling back into the spray of the shower. We haven’t even gotten soap involved. It seems conducive to kill two birds with one stone, showering and fucking after the gym, the endorphins running through you while getting clean.
I slide out of Blonde Two and tell her to get the soap as I move on to Blonde One, pushing her back up against the wall and hoisting her thigh around my waist. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as I slide into her next. “Fuck you’re big,” she breathes.
“And you’re fucking tight.” I slam into her, burying my face in her neck as I bite down on the tender skin between her throat and shoulder. She laughs and moans at the same time, the sound of our wet skin slapping together filling the shower as Blonde Two drizzles soap over Blonde One’s bouncing tits. Blonde Two begins a sensual massage of Blonde One’s tits until they’re lathered in suds, dripping down where our bodies are conjoined. I hold out my hand to Blonde Two for soap and she drizzles a good amount into my palm before turning her attention back to Blonde One, going in for a kiss with a lot of tongue.
I try to watch the two of them wrestle tongues, Blonde One moaning into Blonde Two’s mouth as I work on soaping up Blonde Two’s tits, grazing her peaked nipples with my thumb so her moans join in, too.
Pulling myself out of Blonde One, I push them together so I can watch the show while I finish cleaning myself, needing to take a breather to continue the way I’d like to. I stroke myself to the sight of them stroking each other, their hands between each other’s legs, the sight making my erection even harder.
The sweet, fruity smell of the soap reminds me of pomegranates again, and for a second I wish at least one of them had short, dark hair. Pushing the thought aside, I push Blonde Two to her knees for a turn at sucking me off while I slip my fingers inside Blonde One so she can come first. I’m going in numerical order in my head.
Blonde Two is busy at work, her tongue even better than Blonde One’s. I have to concentrate on not exploding in her mouth. I like my blow jobs a particular way, and Blonde Two is close enough that she gets me to that familiar tightening in my core. With the warmth and wetness of the shower, of her mouth, it feels so fucking good that it urges my fingers faster inside Blonde One. I continue my work on Blonde One and Blonde Two continues her work on me until the shower is filled with moans of pleasure and the sound of her mouth all over me.
Blonde One begins to tighten around my fingers as I curve them in a long caress inside her. Her head is back against the tile, eyes closed, mouth open on cries of pleasure. I bend my head down and kiss her neck, biting her just a little bit as I press my fingers deeper.
“Fuck, I love when you do that,” she gasps out.
She tightens quickly, and then comes around my fingers. I don’t stop, dragging out her orgasm with slower movements until she’s trying to push me away, but even then, I don’t cease the movement of my fingers.
The sounds she makes nearly brings me to the edge, so I pull free from Blonde Two’s mouth and release a spent Blonde One.
I’m aching to come. “Come here,” I command Blonde Two, who’s leg I hoist around my waist and thrust into her. “Play with her,” I tell Blonde One, who comes up behind Blonde Two, fingers slipping between her thighs, stroking her as I thrust into her. My free hand finds Blonde One’s ass, still soapy and wet as I stroke her from behind. Together, we get Blonde Two to come, her insides pulsing so tightly around me it brings me to the edge of my own pleasure and I spill into her, our collective moans fading into the hiss of the shower.
Pulling away, I kiss them each on the mouth with enough tongue to remind them who they just belonged to for the last hour.
“Take as long as you need in the shower. I have to get ready for work.” I open the shower door, letting the building steam free as I leave the two of them behind. A quick glance over my shoulder shows they’re not finished with each other, but I’m already running late. Grabbing a towel, I make quick work of drying off. My phone buzzes on the countertop and I pick it up to find a text from Nyla.
Kieran misses you.
Doubtful. I’m sure those words never left my brother’s mouth. But with Nyla and Kieran’s recent engagement, she’s been acting as a bridge between us, trying to get us to mend things, grow closer,bond, or whatever the fuck it is brothers are supposed to do.
Some part of me would like to. Him and Nyla are the only family I’ve got left.
I can only half-count Gia as a friend. She’s more of a business partner. But thoughts of Gia bring up thoughts of our shared co-worker, she of the short, dark hair and pomegranates.
Setting my phone down for now, I think about sending Kieran a text—emphasis onthinkabout it—as I get ready to head to the club Gia and I own and run together.
Midnights in Malibu might be the closest place to a home I have at the moment.
I don’t know if that makes my life sad, or impressive.
I decide I don’t really care and get dressed for the day.
Chapter Two: Kay
