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“No,” I cried out.

“You didn’t think I would let you come so quickly, did you, Pet?” Genevieve taunted.

“Please, Mistress,” I begged.

“You are only allowed to come after you've made both of us come,” she said, coming up to Camila and kissing her as my wife rolled her hips.

I couldn’t help but reach for Genevieve, resting my hands on her hip. She didn’t reprimand me as I watched her cup Camila’s breasts, kissing down her neck and capturing a nipple in her mouth. Camila and I moaned together.

“Sit on my husband's face, Mistress,” Camila moaned.

I nodded quickly, reaching for her and when I did, the vibration started again, making me buck up.

The torture began and stopped right as I was about to come.

“No,” I growled, seeing Genevieve stripping.

“Yes,” Camila said, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm.

“Shit,” I groaned at the sight of her beautiful body.

“Come on, pet, show me that talented mouth Camila has told me about,” she said, straddling my face, looking towards Camila. “The sooner we?—”

A piece of jewelry sat on top of her clit. I wasted no time, licking around the piercing and sucked on her clit. She gasped chasing my mouth and I wondered if the piercing made her more sensitive. She smelled sweet and she tasted even better.

Genevieve groaned as I hummed around her clit. I licked and sucked as if my life depended on it, paying attention to the piercing. The vibrations started again, slowing me down because there were too many sensations. It was sweet torture and every time she started and stopped it, I was getting close to coming sooner and sooner.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I spread my legs, bucking up into Camila, hitting that sweet spot, holding onto her hips so all she could do was enjoy the ride.

“Luke, Luke, Luke,” Camila chanted, and I knew she was on the cusp.

I sucked hard on Genevieve's clit, groaning around it loudly, making her buck into my mouth.

They both moaned loudly. A part of me wanted everyone to hear them, so they would know who had made these womencome. Camila was just about to come when Genevieve leaned forward swallowing her moan as she came over my cock. I doubled my efforts on Genevieve as she fucked my face, grinding her clit on me. I reached up to grab her breast, took a guess and pinched her right nipple hard as I sucked on her clit.

The plug vibrated as Genevieve moaned louder. She was coming and that unleashed my orgasm as it came barreling through me. I fucked Camila hard through my orgasm that seemed never ending. My toes curled, my muscles tensed up and the pleasure was almost too much.

I don’t know what happened next, but when I looked around, Genevieve was laying on my chest with Camila spooning her. My eyes felt heavy again, and their warmth lulled me back to sleep to dream about what just happened over and over again.

16

Camila

Images of Halloween had been playing on repeat in my head. The touches, groans and the sound of us finding our release had made me looking for a release more often. When we woke up the morning after, I expected… honestly, I didn’t know what to expect.

Luke and I stayed in bed longer than usual without speaking like we were afraid of what the other person would say. We were content ignoring the elephant in the room, but I couldn’t take it anymore.

Turns out, we were both fine with what had happened. Our nights with Genevieve had progressively gotten more hands on, and I don’t think there was a time last night where it didn’t feel like it was odd or wrong. Sex with Genevieve opened my eyes that sometimes sex is so much more than what we had been doing, and that was ok.

It was freeing to be able to do something that I knew I wasn’t going to be ridiculed for or embarrassed by. Some people's sex lives looked different than ours and that was ok. It had been ingrained in me that things had to be a certain way, men and women had to stay within social norms or what society expected of them and some things didn’t need to be changed. Luke andI had changed a lot during these past few years, it was nice to know we could grow and be something different than what was expected of us. We were breaking the cycle, and I loved it.

It had only been a few days, but I was ready to see her again, we both were, but in true Genevieve fashion, she was quiet. I had hoped our night together would soften her a little more. Our talk at the stadium had been amazing, it gave me a different side of her, and I liked it a lot.

Glancing at the clock, I saw it was already mid-afternoon. I told myself I would work for another hour and then go home. The wedding dress I had made was a hit and now the mother of the bride wanted a custom dress too. Since I was such a people pleaser, I couldn’t say no and that's why I was working on a Sunday. I had a fitting with the bride next week and figured it would be easier to have both of them come in together.

The fabric we chose was a pain in the ass to sew, but she wanted it, and again I couldn’t say no. I really needed to get my shit together and stop saying yes to everything, but the rush fee I slapped on made me feel a little better. Pinning the last two fabrics together, I picked up all my pieces and headed to my sewing machine.

This was the best part of my job, sewing all the pieces together and attaching them like puzzle pieces. With Halsey playing in the background, I got lost in what I was doing. The playlist I had on was made to get my ass working. I sang and occasionally danced as I worked on the dress until my pedal stopped working.

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