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June Ubers home, body buzzing - lips swollen and puffy, as the sharp breeze slips in from the cracked window. She hums to herself and texts Pez a blue heart so he knows she made it home safely.
She tips the driver that Pez called for her and jogs up the steps. June pushes the door open and drops her bag at the door.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Nora says from the couch. She's got this hazy smile that says she's coming down from a coding blackout with a few hits of the bong and June should feel guilty that this sweet, hazy Nora is one of her favorites. Nora opens her arms and June eagerly kicks her shoes off, sliding into Nora’s lap. “Gonna show me?”
And this is the thing that sends the biggest thrill through her. Her body aches pleasantly and there's a fullness in her that only comes from when she, Nora, and Pez play like this. June wiggles, humming with pleasure, feeling Nora’s hands slide along her hips. She opens her mouth, exhaling shakily as Nora plants a thumb on June's chin, humming thoughtfully.
“And how did our girl do?” Pez's voice is smooth and pleased, the phone sitting on the armrest sending a jolt through June’s body. June struggles not to swallow, squirming in place at the thought of what Pez might have told Nora. She meets Nora’s eyes, keeping her mouth open obediently. June whimpers softly at the feeling of Nora’s thumb pressing onto her tongue.
“She did so,” Nora pauses, knowing what June wants to hear. What's making June grind her hips down against the fullness and the heat that's yet to break. “Well, Pez. She did really well.”
“Oh, isn't that lovely?” Pez sighs and June gives into the urge to whine just slightly. She watches a gleam light Nora’s eyes and June is ready for when Nora hums, leaning forward and brushing her lips over June’s jaw.
“Swallow, pretty girl,” Nora rasps, lips parting. June’s heart flutters, echoed by the ache between her legs, as she closes her lips around Nora’s thumb and Pez's spunk in her mouth to swallow. Nora moans softly when June opens her mouth, showing the now clear space. Nora’s thumb is a welcome weight against her tongue.
“Oh, look at you,” Nora says soft and tenderly, like June isn't holding Nora’s thumb in her mouth. June curls her tongue around the digit, tip-toeing on that strange edge that Nora and her have played with before. Her head swims and she wants to slide into it, but she's waiting for something.
“Please,” June moans around the space Nora takes up in her mouth. It comes out garbled and a little lisped but both Pez and Nora make similar questioning noises. June grinds her hips down, tilting her head back with a sigh. It puts Nora’s hand over her throat fully, making June’s skin tingle. Nora slides her hand away and June mourns the loss.
She pulls June in, kissing her languidly, goosebumps sliding up June’s spine, this casual possession and not having to think of what someone wants from her. Nora and Pez will tell her and she sinks into the kiss gratefully.
“Can you make me come, pretty girl?” Nora asks soft and sweet. Pez gasps at that, punched out and delighted through the phone. June grins at Nora, nodding. “You gonna listen, pretty boy?”
Pez whines, like they are not fully aware of how Pez likes being called all manners of affectionate nicknames. June shifts back, whimpering when the movement jostles the plug inside of her. Nora watches her, leaning back on the couch and June slips to the floor so Nora can spread her legs wide. June watches her, thinking only of reverence and being good.
June works Nora’s pants down, letting them fall until Nora lightly kicks them off. She's soft and warm when June slides her hands up Nora’s thighs and June inhales deeply, pressing a series of wet kisses along them. She pauses at the tattoo on one, tracing the inked lace of a garter, humming when Nora shifts down, bringing her pussy closer to June.
She looks up, seeing the want on Nora’s face and gives in, pressing forward. The first taste of Nora always makes June throb; this strange sort of nervous excitement, in a way, that might as well broadcast June Claremont-Diaz Loves Eating Pussy - More At Eleven on the evening news. June drags her tongue across the edges of Nora’s clit, teasing her until she's ready for firmer pressure; giddy at how Nora gasps and sighs.
June slides a hand around, palming Nora’s hip to urge her to the edge of the couch. Nora plants her feet on the table behind and follows June’s direction. Eager to please, June presses her tongue inside Nora, wiggling it just for the way Nora's breath hitches. She teases her in the way that Nora likes, aching in her own core from want. June uses her free hand to slide a finger into Nora, and it sinks in to the knuckle, hot and wet. Nora groans.
“Gonna make me come, June? Want me to make a mess of you?” Nora asks. June nods frantically, mouth working harder when Nora's hips start hitching as she gets closer and closer. June whines against impossibly soft flesh, burying herself closer until her nose presses into the small strip of hair that Nora keeps. Her jaw is aching and she's drooling a little, lips gently wrapping around Nora’s clit, knowing all the ways to make her come. June looks up, finger crooking as she pauses for a second, meeting Nora’s eyes. Nora nods and June is aware of Pez saying something, but it's lost in the sounds of Nora all around her.
June watches Nora’s face as she comes, the startled expression and the caught breath; the way her cheeks and neck flush as she spirals over the edge. Her cunt clutches June, as if she plans on going anywhere. Nora lets out a loose, shaky moan, body going soft and limp, shivering. June sits up, breathing deeply and feeling hot all over. Her face is wet and she watches Nora reach out, but is still shocked when Nora’s hand touches her face.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Nora says, dragging June into her lap. They kiss and June shudders at the way Nora holds her in place. June drifts in the press of lips and the slide of tongues, rocking her hips because she can't help it, until Nora breaks the kiss with a sigh.
“Did you tell her when she can come?” Nora asks, as if June isn't there. It heats June’s stomach, skin prickling over the nape of her neck; that strange edge that June craves and wants to understand drifts closer. June rocks her hips, back and forth as she drives the plug against her g-spot. “She seems awfully eager.”
“Tell her what I said, June,” Pez says, sounding as smug as the cat who got both the cream and the canary (and Jesus, even some of her thoughts sound like him). June bites her lip, gasping hard, watching Nora’s eyes. Nora’s smiling faintly, licking her lips as she reaches over, flicking one of June’s nipples. June yelps, arching up with a gasp, feeling her cunt tighten around the plug almost painfully.
“I-I can come - I could come once with him and none when I got home or. Or I could let him edge me and come as many times as I can with you,” June says, skin breaking out into goosebumps, head tilting back as she rolls her hips in a lazy thrust, wondering how much she can get away with. Nora laughs breathlessly, hand sliding down to splay across June’s back, urging her into more of a curve and June’s breath is coming faster now.
“I think she’s going to come just from humping my leg, Pez,” Nora says, thumbing the volume on the phone up as she shifts back into the couch. June watches her balance the phone on her chest and the feeling of both hands now on June’s hips has her working the plug inside of herself harder.
“Well,” Pez says airily, “I did send her home with a surprise for you. I was hoping you might be amenable to sharing it with me when I come over tomorrow.”
“Are you going to wear it like a sweet boy?” Nora purrs and June gasps hard, shivering. She’s close again, aching and even through her underwear and pants, she knows she’s dripping around the plug. “Maybe we can let June have a turn telling you what to do. Would that be fun, lovely?”
“I’d wear anything for you ladies,” Pez says fondly, a familiar slick sound coming down the line that makes June bite her lip at the memory of how Pez felt inside her. She wonders if he’s using the stroker they'd picked out together, the one that makes him come undone faster than almost anything. June feels wild, in a way, like she’s going to completely come undone with just a word as Nora and Pez swap plans.
“C-Can I come?” June gasps out, hands twisting her own nipples, sparks flying over her body. Nora watches her with a sweet, pleased smile. “Please, Nora? Please, Pez?”
“God, she’s so pretty, asking for it. She almost cried when I denied her that last time,” Pez says, a dreamy sort of sigh making the sound crackle. June sobs, breathless and hopeful as Nora pulls June down against her, holding her close.
“Come for us, June,” Nora says.
June shatters apart, shaking against Nora as she opens her mouth, sounds falling from her throat that she can’t even name. She’s shaking, like when she had the flu in Freshman year; under all the blankets in the house and still frozen. June clings to Nora, aftershocks zipping through her as she drifts in the aftermath, whining against her throat.
Nora murmurs praise as June slowly relaxes into her, hearing Pez’s breathless laugh and Nora’s fond tone before she pushes herself up to lean in and kiss Nora gently. Nora kisses her, almost sloppy, for a minute and June presses her hands to Nora’s sides, enjoying the softness of her compared to Pez’s toned body.
“Do you feel better, sweetheart?” Nora asks, sliding June away slightly. June almost mourns the distance before Nora sits up. It pushes them flush into each other and June nods, grinning at her. “Oh, she nodded.”
“I bet she did. June, sweetheart,” Pez says, voice rough and pleased. “Show Nora our surprise.”
June shifts, letting Nora help her into standing. She undresses quickly, stepping out of her pants and she goes to push her underwear down when Nora curses loudly.
“Jesus fuck, Pez,” Nora says, grinning up at June. “She’s fucking soaked. You should see her.”
“Show me,” Pez says, simply; June can see him in her head, stretched out against the headboard of his massive bed in the suite, dark skin on full display. One of those wide hands wrapped around his dick that June always thinks of as beautiful without really meaning to. Her mouth waters as she takes in the implications of his direction.
“Nora,” June murmurs, face flushing as she barely resists the urge to cover herself. Nora pulls her phone up and June gasps hard, hearing the fake shutter sound from the camera app. She knows Nora had to turn it on just for this and her skin breaks out into a rush of goosebumps, unbidden. Nora hums, ignoring June in favor of taking photo after photo before, seemingly satisfied, she sends them to Pez.
Nora puts the phone down and in a moment of hesitation, pushes her books off of the coffee table, giving June a nudge.
“Jesus, darling girl,” Pez groans, the smack of skin on skin growing faster. “Look at that. God, did you squirt around that pretty plug of ours?”
“N-no,” June gasps sharply, letting Nora push her onto the cold surface of the table. Her nipples tighten and she watches Nora grin. “I didn’t. I need… A lot more to do that.”
“I bet you could have gotten her to squirt if you’d let her come before she left,” Nora says, pushing June’s legs apart and June shudders, feeling the warmth of Nora sliding between her legs.
“Mmm, I thought I might leave that for you. I know how much you like it,” Pez says and June watches Nora’s wolfish grin with a breathy laugh. Nora pushes her shirt up and off, throwing it to one side and leaving her in a bralette that’s more lace than anything. June shifts, spreading her legs wider as Nora traces light fingertips up and down June’s thigh. They ghost over her soaked panties before Nora’s pulling them down and off, June laid out on the coffee table, bare as an offering.
“Oh, would you look at that,” Nora says, tugging June closer to the edge, looking down at her pussy with an appraising eye. June flushes, whining softly as she squirms, embarrassed and thrilled all at once. Nora huffs, lightly swatting her ass with a glare. “If you don’t let me look, you won’t come again all night. Understood?”
“Understood,” June whimpers, watching Nora. Nora’s fingertips trace around the plug that’s sunk into June’s hole; there’s a curve to the end that June imagines will hit Pez’s prostate perfectly. Pez gets this sweet, fucked out look when they toy with him, like he’s getting everything he wants; his mouth goes lax and he tilts his face like a flower turning to the sun.
June loves it.
Nora shifts the plug, easing it out of June; a groan slipping out of them both. June shudders at the feeling, gasping softly at the sound of a camera shutter going off. She stares at Nora who tilts her head and shows her the picture. June covers her mouth, moaning softly at the sight.
Her pussy, flushed and swollen, clutching around nothing. Every bit of her is soaked from her own arousal and the come that Pez had plugged inside of June, like a gift to take home. It’s obscene and June thinks she should feel mortified at the way her pussy throbs at the sight. She wants to stare at it until her eyes ache as she flushes. Nora smirks and hits send, the photo going straight to Pez.
“You like seeing yourself, pretty girl?” Nora asks, holding the phone between them. June sits up to put herself closer to the phone and Nora, shivering hard. “Like looking at your pussy all stretched out from that plug, dripping from you and Pez?”
“Like she wants to eat herself out, right?” Pez asks, panting. June opens and closes her mouth, cheeks heating up as she listens to him jerk himself off. She suddenly wants him here with her, to watch his pretty dick shining with lube until he comes all over himself; June attempts to clench her thighs and Nora laughs.
“God, could you imagine? She already looks like she’s gonna come again just from listening to you,” Nora says, reaching up to pull June into a hot, sloppy kiss. June wonders if Pez can hear it, his soft ah, ah, ah drifting to them both as June reaches over, holding Nora’s face to her.
“You gonna make her eat you out again before she gets to come? Gonna tell her what a good girl she’s been all night?” Pez asks and June moans before she can stop herself, heart leaping as she lets Nora push her back. The table’s chill is welcome this time and she can feel her heartbeat between her legs. “Gonna tell me I’ve been a good boy?”
“You’ve been so good, Pez,” June says roughly. Her voice breaks halfway through, but she hears his soft whimper and keeps talking, thighs shaking at Nora’s fingers sliding through her soaked folds. “Gonna come for us? Nora’s - ah! - sliding a finger into me and God, I wish you were here. Let me hear you, Pez. Please?”
“I think,” Nora says, sliding two fingers into June and crooking them just so, June’s hips arching off of the table as she moans. “I think Pez has been such a good boy that he can come whenever he wants. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
It takes June a moment to realize that Nora is talking to her; the gorgeous, unyielding pressure of Nora’s fingers and the ache in her belly distracting her for a moment. June gasps, thinking of watching Pez come, wanting to hear it; wanting to taste Nora and all the combinations in between.
“Yes. Yes, please,” June finds herself saying, shuddering when Nora starts thrusting her fingers with every word. She watches Nora grin, smug, and resolves to get even at some point. “Wanna hear it. Please, Percy.”
June shudders when Pez shouts, a breathless, stuttered groan as Nora slides a third finger into her, June arching into it, fucking herself into Nora’s fingers. Nora’s breathing hard, the only tell that she’s as affected by this as June. Pez whines and June groans, thinking of the way he milks himself when he’s already come, like he just can’t resist that little edge of oversensitivity and June’s thighs are quivering with every thrust of Nora’s fingers.
“Come,” June gasps out, heart thudding rapidly. “Gonna come.”
She grabs onto Nora’s wrist, feeling the flex of her tendons, and Nora laughs softly, drawing her fingers away. June isn’t sure if she’s grateful or disappointed, as a sob ekes out of her. Her head swims from it, the sounds and smells and feeling all around her as Nora murmurs something soothing.
“Poor thing,” Nora says softly, in that pleased, dangerous tone that promises too many things that June can’t think about. Things that June can’t let herself have or hope for - like if she lets herself have this one thing, she’ll keep wanting, wanting, wanting. June feels Nora’s fingers petting her inner thighs softly. “She’s so on edge, just wanting so much more, but it’s never enough, is it, sweetie?”
“Mm, is she desperate?”
“Oh, absolutely. She’s practically dripping,” Nora purrs and June laughs breathlessly, giddy and aching as she reaches up, plucking at her own nipples. They ache pleasantly and Nora watches her, grinning.
“Well, perhaps you should clean her up, darling,” Pez says in that tone that isn’t a request. It sends heat rocketing all over June’s body, like a firework zipping into the Texas sky in summer, and June’s legs shake from the effort of keeping them open. Nora puts the phone on June’s belly, the plastic of her phone case warm from Nora’s hand as the call keeps ticking away with Pez listening.
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Nora says, leaning in. June gasps, knowing what she’s going to feel, but still arching at the first swipe of Nora’s tongue. Nora presses her face into June, like she could shove every part of herself inside and it still wouldn’t be enough. Two fingers tease around her cunt, one fingertip brushing over her asshole, just a hint. June groans, thinking of LA and she tilts her head back, breath catching in her throat at the slurping sound that Nora makes. It might be exaggerated but June doesn’t care, whimpering high and desperate as everything spins and spins.
“Nora,” June gasps out, chest tight and her blood roaring in her ears. “Nora, close. Gonna. Gonna come. Please.”
“You sound so good when you ask for things, my sweet girl,” Pez says, voice soft and loving, like he knows she needs something to hang onto. Nora flickers her tongue gently around June’s clit, avoiding too much pressure and it makes June sob, fighting to keep her legs open. “Tell Nora what you want.”
“All of it,” June laughs roughly, cheeks flushing when she glances down, meeting Nora’s eyes. “I want everything. Both of you, all of us. Whatever. I just. You. Both of you.”
June sucks in a sharp breath, feeling Nora press one, then two, and a final third finger inside. June feels nearly as full as she did with the plug, hot and aching. She groans into it, letting Nora tug her closer to the edge as she rubs her face back and forth. June watches her, feeling Nora’s tongue and Nora’s nose bumping her clit on every pass; just a little tease that June loves.
“Can I come? I’ve been good, right? Please,” June gasps out, everything in her going tight and her every awareness narrowing down, hips rocking into Nora’s fingers and mouth. “Please, can I?”
“June,” Pez says, voice warm and so goddamned fond that June thinks she’s going to have to give him that ring she and Nora picked out. “You’ve done so good, lovey. Come for us like a good pet, hmm?”
There’s a moment, right before she topples off the edge where her stomach swoops. She thinks of being a kid, going down the big slide for the first time all by herself. She thinks of standing on the top rung of the ladder, peering down the angled metal and knowing that her Mama and Daddy are waiting for her. She remembers her Mama then, belly round with a little brother, and her Daddy, beaming up at her, encouraging and waiting. June thinks of the way her legs shook, her heart beating so hard as she sat down on the metal slide, hearing her Mama’s “That’s it, Junebug, you got this, baby.” as she pushed off, gasping at the way she slid. As a kid, it seemed like it went on forever but looking back, she knows it was only a few seconds.
Her body feels like that now.
She drifts in wave after wave of release, held by Nora and knowing that when she comes back to her body, she’ll be able to get a drink of water and soak in a hot bath. She comes for so long or so many times that she’s distantly aware of her body shaking beyond all reason. There’s an ache deep inside her, this knowledge that here - with Pez and Nora - she can want things, ask for those things, and she can get them.
Nora’s fingers are gentle as June floats back to herself, breathing hard and twitching pleasantly, watching the apartment ceiling with its water spot that looks strangely like a cat in the corner. Nora and Pez trade off murmured praise as June relaxes bit by bit, tilting her head to look down at Nora who’s smiling at her.
“There you are,” Nora says. June’s heart lurches and she sits up, ignoring the mess below her for the simple fact that she needs to pull Nora into a soft, gentle kiss, hugging her close.
“I love you. I love both of you. I know you don’t feel it like we do and that’s okay. But I love you all the same,” June says, pulling back. Her voice is rough and cracks a couple of times. She ignores it in favor of watching Nora’s face go achingly soft and shy. She knows that she’s been hesitant to throw herself into it fully, unsure of what it means for her - to have so much love in her chest that she has to share it between two wonderful, magical people.
But now, with Pez’s soft, delighted laugh (disbelieving, she thinks) on the phone and Nora’s sweet, shy smile, June thinks it just means she has enough love for them all.
(Later, June wakes up later to the creak of the door. She blinks sleepily, lifting her head from the pillow and finds herself smiling as Pez slips into the door. He sheds his clothes and crawls into bed with them, smelling of expensive hotel soap and something all his own.
He wraps around her from behind, pressing a soft kiss just under her ear. He murmurs his love just as she drifts off, part of a whole she never anticipated.)