The burning gaze of undying desire flaring between them was almost enough to knock June out. Instead, she gently shoved Sette to the side and sat up on the edge of the bed. “You get to take off either my top or bottom. The other is saved for her.”
“The woman speaks of fairness.”
That same burning gaze traveled from June’s cleavage to her skirt. “I want the bottoms. Why wouldn’t I want the bottoms? They get in the way.”
“Promises, promises.”
Because she couldn’t stand to be picked on without any kind of retribution, Sette made a long show of undressing their courtesan from the waist down. First came the zipper in the back. Then the long, arduous process of pulling that fun and flirty fabric down her legs, revealing the blue thong for Miquela to admire as well. As if that would last long!
“Ass,” June mumbled, elbows propping her up while Sette snagged her teeth around the elastic of her thong and pulled it down her thigh. Her cold, dark eyes never once left June’s. “You’re a damned ass, and I love you.”
As soon as Sette dropped the thong on the floor, June grabbed her by the shoulders and encouraged her to come back up on the bed.
While it was certainly possible that Miquela’s presence made Sette so… intense… it was as likely many reasons. The celebration of their life, love, and circumstances. The mighty need they both shared to lose themselves in each other. Junewas anxious to show off the fireworks they could set off together. Who knew that Miquela watching could get her this worked up?
To June’s great relief, Sette did not have performance anxiety. She discovered this when Sette murmured in June’s ear to take off her clothes.
Kinda hard to do with Sette all over her, kissing this, squeezing that, trying so hard to find June’s center before losing herself to the moment. Eventually, June had to shove her off again and get on top of her… but not before catching a glance of approval from Miquela. “There’s my Amazonian devil, up to no good with the female populace. Have fun, sweetie.”
She would have fun. Starting with freeing Sette from her clothes, fully ready for the whole room to see. Nobody flinched.
June stared Sette down, her hands roaming as she watched her steel herself in the middle of the bed. For the briefest second, June thought she had the upper hand. Then Sette snatched her hair and sat up, forcing her head back. She did not let go.
“Let’s make one thing straight,” Sette warned her. “When you’re with us, we’re in control. Do you understand?”
Whoa, whoa…It wasn’t what she said. It was who said it. June expected that kind of talk from Miquela. Sette found other ways to express her dominance. Outright telling June that she was in control? Was it the extra tension in the room?Either way, I’m getting hot. Sette Christie could do whatever she wanted to June. Or make her do whatever Sette wanted. Win-win!
“Yes, ma’am,” June said, legs easing over the edge of the bed until she knelt on the floor. She was glad to have Sette meet her halfway. “Whatever you want. I’m all yours.” She couldn’t contain a grin. “And hers. Mostly yours right now.”
“What I want is for you to make me want you more than I already do right now, and to make that living clit-flick jealous.”
“All I heard wasclit-flick, ma’am.”You know, like what I’m doing right now. For you, no less. “I don’t know what else you could be talking about.”
Sette’s fingers dug into June’s scalp. “You know exactly what I mean.”
Indeed, June did. She also liked the way Sette was getting rough with her. Not enough to deny who she really was, but enough to get excited.
June accepted one last kiss from her before sinking completely onto her knees and pressing close to her.
She was not a woman who became embarrassed in the bedroom. If anything, she loved a good challenge. But that was when she was with clients. When she had emotional distance from the ones she pleasured. Sette and Miquela were different enough beasts on their own. Together? June was torn between being a performer and a simple lover. She wanted to boast with her heart, not with her brain. She wanted to give herself to both, separately, at the same time, whatever. Except it wasn’t easy to switch off with two women present. She was aware that someone watched… and probably got off on it. This was what the three of them signed up for, whether they ever saw it coming or not.I sure as hell didn’t. June had never been in a ménage where both lovers were new to one another… let alone strangers in every sense but literal.
So June couldn’t “just” lose herself with a woman she loved. She had to find a way to entice and please the other one watching. A woman who said she was new to this, but more than open-minded for the right woman.I am the right woman.That thought had June reeling.
If Sette didn’t have such a commanding presence, June would have forgotten that Miquela was in the room. Yet she sensed her aura penetrating their bubble. Whatever Sette thought wasn’tknown. All she did was enjoy herself – and share a few words with her lover.
June had heard her be domineering and lewd before. She had heard Sette use coarse, crass, sexy language to rile them up, both before and during the main event. Even so, June never thought she would hear Sette say such wonderfully dirty things in present company. Then again, having the love of one’s life completely devoted to her probably made a woman brazen.Don’t stop. I love it when you talk dirty.Call her whatever. Tell her to do whatever. It was such a base thing to do, but June loved it. She hoped Miquela was in her chair getting a few ideas of her own.
June got ahead of herself when she buried her face between Sette’s thighs and tried to finish her. She could feel Sette swell beneath her tongue, but a firm hand pushed against her forehead, and a voice cut through the haze, sharp as shattered glass. “No.”
How could she disobey that? June reared back, gasping, the taste of Sette slick on her tongue, that feminine essence clinging to her skin.Don't tell me you don't want to feel my lips close around your clit.That was practically how they met. It was meaningful today.
June glanced at Miquela and saw her sitting, legs crossed, wineglass empty. She looked both bored and too entranced for her own good.Trying not to stare too hard…How cute. June smiled at her, knowing what was going to happen when Sette pulled her up on the bed and tossed her down. They were conveniently on full display to the voyeur in the room. Miquela was definitely not bored now.
“You want me, right, June?” Sette turned her chin so she was forced to look at only her.There’s someone else to look at? Impossible.
“Yeah.” June cleared her throat. “Yeah, I want you. Why aren’t you already giving me what I want?”
“Because, unlike you, I’m trying to savor the moment.” Sette felt June’s slick thighs as she gingerly opened her legs around an encroaching waist. “The moment I give in, I won’t be able to stop.”
