Chapter 87

The night stretches on in that slow, hazy way that only happens when everyone’s had just enough to drink and nowhere else they need to be.

Lila yawns first, stretching her arms over her head. “Okay,” she says, blinking heavily. “I love all of you, but if I don’t go to sleep right now, tomorrow is going to be disrespectful.”

Simone laughs softly, already standing. “Yeah. Same. My body has officially clocked out.”

Naomi lifts her head just enough to peer at them upside down, still draped across Rowan and Celeste. “Wow,” she murmurs. “Abandonment.”

Lila walks over and presses a quick kiss to Naomi’s forehead. “You’ll survive.”

Simone does the same, squeezing Naomi’s shoulder. “Try not to burn the house down.”

“No promises,” Naomi says sleepily.

They grab their water glasses and head down the hall, their voices fading into soft laughter as a bedroom door closes gently in the distance.

The living room settles into a deeper quiet.

Just the low hum of the house, the city lights glowing faintly through the windows, and the three of them on the couch—close, warm, unhurried.

Naomi sinks further into Rowan’s lap with a satisfied sigh, cheek pressed against her thigh. Rowan instinctively resumes playing with her hair, slow, steady strokes that make Naomi melt instantly.

Celeste shifts closer, one hand still resting at Naomi’s feet, thumbs tracing lazy, grounding circles. She watches Naomi’s face soften, her earlier sharp edges completely gone.

“You okay?” Celeste asks quietly.

Naomi hums in response, eyes closed. “Mmm. I’m perfect right here.”

Rowan smiles down at her. “You’re finally still.”

Naomi cracks one eye open, smirking. “Don’t get used to it.”

Celeste chuckles, leaning back into the couch, the weight of the day finally lifting. “I like this,” she says honestly. “No pressure. No noise.”

Rowan nods. “Yeah. This feels… right.”

Naomi’s hands drift, one curling into Rowan’s shirt, the other resting over Celeste’s leg. She inhales, then speaks softly—no teasing this time, just truth.

“I want both of you right now.”

The words hang there, warm and honest.

Rowan’s fingers still in Naomi’s hair, her touch slowing, deepening. Celeste’s hand tightens gently at Naomi’s feet, her thumb brushing a reassuring arc.

The room goes quiet again, but this time it’s charged—soft, expectant.

Rowan’s fingers slow in Naomi’s hair, her thumb brushing lightly at her temple. She tilts her head, a small, playful smile curving her lips.

“So,” Rowan murmurs, voice low and teasing, “who do you want first, baby?”

Naomi opens her eyes, gaze heavy and unguarded as she looks up at her. There’s no rush in her expression—just certainty.

“You,” Naomi says quietly, honestly. “I haven’t had the chance to taste you yet.”

Rowan’s breath catches, just barely. She laughs under her breath, shaking her head like she walked straight into that answer. “Yeah?” she says softly. “You don’t waste time.”

Naomi rises, graceful and deliberate, her gaze locked on Rowan’s as she straddles the other woman’s lap. She cups Rowan’s face, thumbs tracing the curves of her cheekbones before leaning in for a slow, deep kiss. Rowan’s hands come up to Naomi’s hips, fingers digging in gently as their tongues dance and play.

Naomi breaks the kiss, panting softly against Rowan’s lips. “God, you taste so good,” she murmurs, nipping at the curve of Rowan’s jaw. Her fingers find the hem of Rowan’s shirt, tugging it up and over her head without breaking contact. Rowan assists, shrugging out of the fabric and tossing it aside.

Naomi’s hands roam freely now, mapping the contours of Rowan’s body. She squeezes a breast, thumb flicking over the nipple, drawing a shudder from Rowan. Lower, Naomi’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of Rowan’s pants, seeking the heat of her core. She finds it easily, Rowan’s arousal evident through the thin fabric of her underwear.

Moaning, Naomi guides Rowan’s hand to her own throbbing clit, encouraging her touch. Rowan obliges, fingers circling the sensitive nub as Naomi grinds against her palm. The couch creaks softly under their movements, a symphony of breathy moans and eager gasps.

Celeste observes the intimate display from the corner of her eye, her own arousal building with each passing second. She strokes her dick slowly, imagining it was Naomi’s fingers wrapped around the shaft. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she bites her lip to stifle a needy whimper.

Rowan’s fingers dip into Naomi’s underwear, seeking the slick heat within. She lets out a low groan when she finds Naomi’s entrance, coated and ready. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me,” she breathes, rubbing her thumb over Naomi’s clit in time with her questing fingers.

Naomi’s head falls back, a throaty moan escaping her as Rowan’s fingers slide deeper, filling her in one smooth stroke. She rides the intrusion, her hips moving of their own accord, chasing that perfect friction. “More,” she gasps, asking for everything Rowan can give.

Rowan complies, adding a second finger and picking up the pace. Naomi’s cries grow louder, more desperate, as she edges closer to the peak. Just when she’s about to tip over, Naomi leans down and captures Rowan’s mouth again, swallowing her own moans as her orgasm crashes over her in waves.

Panting, Naomi breaks the kiss, her body trembling with the aftershocks. She meets Rowan’s eyes, a dazed, satisfied smile on her face. “That was… wow,” she whispers.

Rowan chuckles, her own arousal still high. She kisses Naomi’s forehead, smoothing her hair back. “Not done yet, baby,” she murmurs, giving Naomi’s sensitive clit a gentle squeeze. “Celeste, come join us. We could use another set of hands here.”

Celeste’s heartbeat accelerates at the invitation, her dick throbbing in her grip. She sets her stroking aside and pads over to the couch, resting a hand on Rowan’s shoulder and another on Naomi’s hip.

Naomi looks up at her, desire still burning bright in her eyes. “Get naked,” she orders, her voice husky with need. “I want to feel all of you.”

Celeste nods, a smirk playing on her lips as she begins to strip. In mere moments, she’s standing before them, her bare form on full display. Rowan’s eyes widen at the sight of Celeste’s dick, prominent and thick between her thighs. Naomi, already moving, wraps her fingers around the shaft, stroking it slowly as she kisses her way down Celeste’s body.

Celeste groans, her head falling back as Naomi’s tongue teases the head of her dick. She watches through heavy-lidded eyes as Rowan joins in, her lips closing over Celeste’s breast, suckling and nipping at the sensitive flesh.

Naomi lay back on the couch, the worn upholstery a familiar comfort beneath her. She splayed her thighs wide, an open invitation for the pleasure she craved.

“Rowan, sit on my face,” Naomi commanded, her voice husky with desire. Celeste, already naked and aroused, moved to stand beside the couch.

“Get hard, Celeste,” Naomi instructed, her eyes locked with the other woman’s. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

Celeste chuckled, her own arousal growing at the dirty talk. She stepped up behind Naomi, her dick twitching in anticipation. With a lazy grin, she lined up and pushed forward, sinking into Naomi’s heat with a satisfied groan. Naomi gasped, wrapping her legs around Celeste’s hips, urging her deeper.

Meanwhile, Rowan complied with Naomi’s earlier request, straddling her face with a playful wink. Naomi’s hands landed on Rowan’s hips, guiding her closer as she buried her tongue in Rowan’s slick folds. Rowan moaned into the kiss, her own arousal dripping onto Naomi’s face.

Celeste began to thrust, slow and deep, setting a steady rhythm. Naomi matched her pace with her tongue, swirling and exploring Rowan’s sensitive flesh. She reveled in the taste of Rowan, savoring each moan and cry of pleasure that escaped her lover’s throat.

As Celeste picked up speed, Naomi’s hips bucked to meet her, craving that sweet friction. She focused on Rowan, determined to bring her to the edge once more. Her tongue played over Rowan’s clit, coaxing eager responses from the other woman.

Naomi pulled back from Rowan’s lips, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath

“Stop,” she rasped, her eyes locked on Celeste’s. “I can’t… need a moment.”

“I need you to lay back,” Naomi said, her voice low and husky. “I want Rowan.”

Rowan’s eyes widened, but she complied without hesitation, lying back on the couch and spreading her legs in invitation. Naomi crawled up her body, trailing kisses across Rowan’s skin as she went. She settled between Rowan’s thighs, looking up at her lover with a heated gaze.

“Open for me,” Naomi murmured, her hand drifting down to stroke Rowan’s slick folds.

Rowan obliged, her legs falling open wider in surrender. Naomi dipped her head, licking a slow line up Rowan’s center before swirling her tongue around her clit. Rowan moaned, her hips lifting off the couch as she tangled her fingers in Naomi’s hair.

Meanwhile, Celeste settled behind Naomi once more, lining up their bodies. She entered Naomi in one smooth thrust, not stopping until she was fully sheathed. Naomi gasped, her back arching as she adjusted to the intrusion.

Celeste began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deep rhythm. Naomi rocked back to meet each thrust, her moans mingling with Rowan’s desperate cries as she continued to eat her out.

The room filled with the sounds of pleasure – slick flesh slapping together, panting breaths, and unhinged moans. Celeste’s thrusts grew more forceful, driving into Naomi with abandon as she chased her own climax. Naomi’s movements became more frantic, her tongue and fingers working Rowan’s pussy with renewed urgency.

Rowan was teetering on the edge, her body tensing, her breaths coming in shattered gasps. Naomi redoubled her efforts, suckling hard on Rowan’s clit as she plunged two fingers deep into her core.

With a strangled cry, Rowan came undone, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. Naomi lapped at her spasming flesh, coaxing out every last tremor and shudder.

As Rowan floated down from her high, Naomi turned her attention to Celeste, meeting her thrusts with equal fervor. The pace quickened, their bodies slamming together in a frenzied dance. Celeste’s grip on Naomi’s hips tightened, her movements becoming more erratic as she neared her peak.

With one final, deep thrust, Celeste still buried inside Naomi, she let out a hoarse cry, her orgasm rippling through her. Naomi followed suit, her own release hitting her like a freight train as she came hard around Celeste’s pulsing dick.