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The moment she saw them she felt it. Or the absence of it. The 'something bad is going to happen' feeling left her body in an instant. The relief was immediate and intense. There's something else there too. Something deep and more satisfying than relief. She doesn't have the words to describe it. She just knows she wants more of whatever it is.
Here's what Rachel knows for certain: she felt something when she met Nell and Jules, she doesn't know what that something is yet, and she desperately needs to know.
She feels drawn to the couple in a way she doesn't understand. And they both seem to always have an eye on her. Maybe they can feel it too.
Nell is more reserved. She at least attempts to hide her interest. Jules on the other hand, is the complete opposite. Rachel can feel his gaze on her the moment she steps into a room, it's so heavy it feels like his hands are on her even when he's no where near her.
She doesn't feel guilty about returning their looks. Not really. Maybe she should as she did just get out of a relationship. But this feels so much more important. More real. More pressing. Everything before meeting them was child's play.
Thn there's one day where Rachel accidentally walks in on the couple in the bathroom. Jules is in the bath and Nell is sitting on the rim of the tub, her hand around her husband's neck, his head is underwater, and the look in her eyes holds an intense reverence. Not hatred or aggression. They look so trusting of each other. Rachel feels frozen in place watching them. Watching Nell's chest expand with every breath she takes while she deprives her husband of air. Rachel feels deprived too. Of air and of touch.
The moment is broken when Jules surfaces. He takes a few deep breathes and makes eye contact with Rachel, who is still frozen in the corner of the room.
Jules stage-whispers to his wife. His voice low and dripping with heat. "We have a guest."
Nell hums in reply and pointedly doesn't turn around to look. "I know."
Rachel finally snaps out of it enough to stutter out, "I'm so sorry, I should-"
Jules interrupts, "Nothing to be sorry for." He steps out of the tub without warning and Rachel instinctively looks down at her feet before she can see anything.
Wrapping a towel loosely around his waist, Jules crosses the room to stand in between Rachel and his wife. "We've been wanting to talk to you actually. You have perfect timing."
Nell gets up as well and is more bold with taking up Rachel's space than her husband is. She gently pulls Rachel closer to herself, keeping a hand lightly on her waist. It's possessive but not forceful. They are both giving Rachel room to bolt if she so chooses.
"Talk?"
Nell's hand tightens ever so slightly, squeezing Rachel's soft side. "We don't like how Nicky's been treating you."
Rachel swallows thickly. "No?"
"No." Her voice responds in a rumbling purr. "And we want to show you how you deserve to be treated."
A shiver runs down Rachel's spine.
Jules tilts Rachel's jaw towards him, gently forcing her to make eye contact. "We can make you feel so good. You'll forget all about Nicky. Promise."
Rachel has never felt so observed in her life. It makes her want to run away but also makes her want to beg for more.
She wants them both so badly she doesn't think before she's nodding. "Yeah. Yes."
Nell's eyes go dark and she gives Rachel a small, proud smile, before she starts leading them to their bedroom. Jules following close behind, his hand resting above his wife's on Rachel's hip.
As soon as the door is shut Jules is pushing Rachel's back against it and attacking her mouth. It takes Rachel a second to catch up. Her hands fly to tug at his hair, pulling him further into the kiss. It's fucking greater than any kiss she's had before this. Wet and brutal and so good.
When they break apart Nell only gives Rachel a few seconds to catch her breath before pressing their lips together. Nell's kiss is more controlled, purposeful. She sets the pace and she keeps it there. It's less frantic than Jules was but more intimate because of it. Nell runs her tongue along the seam of Rachel's lips, asking for permission that she knew she would receive. Rachel opens her mouth with a muffled moan, accepting Nell's tongue greedily.
Nell leaves her with a soft nip to her bottom lip, tugging it slightly. She pulls Rachel with her towards the bed, pushing her onto the mattress, and setting behind her. Moving to immediately get her lips on Rachel's neck. Her hands running all over Rachel's body, paying special attention to anywhere that makes Rachel reaction.
Jules crawls up onto the bed and sits directly in front of the two of them. His hands hover over Rachel but they don't touch. Not yet. He's waiting for something. Rachel can feel Nell nod her head at him, giving him permission. His hands drop to Rachel's thighs, rubbing them as if to soothe her. Make sure she hasn't become overwhelmed.
"Tonight's all about you, Rach. What do you want? Anything's on the table."
Nell's teeth graze her ear before she whispers, "You can tel us, darling."
Rachel tips her head back a little to meet Jules' eyes. "I want you to take your clothes off and fuck me."
Jules' face splits into a wolfish grin. "I can do that."
He moves to start stripping but Nell grabs him by the face and holds him still. "Behave. You know the rules."
"How could I forget?" He drawls.
She releases his face.
They both start stripping as quickly and effectively as possible. Rachel sitting fully clothed between them. Nell slips her hands under Rachel's shirt and pulls it off. Jules silently asks Rachel's permission before doing the same with her pants.
Nell pulls Rachel back against her bare chest, rubbing soothing circles into her hips. She sucks a mark into her neck before murmuring in her ear. "You're gorgeous. Such a pretty girl."
Jules hums in agreement and gently nudges Rachel's legs apart.
"Oh, you're already so wet for us."
Nell moves her hand down and dips her fingers into Rachel's heat, feeling the proof of her husband's words. She brings her fingers up to her mouth and licks Rachel off of them. "Did you need us this badly?"
"Can you stop talking and touch me?"
Nell hums in amusement. "That's not very nice, baby. It's alright, we'll give you what you want."
Jules moves his way down Rachel's body, sucking marks into her skin on his way. He holds Rachel's legs open by the thighs and settles there with his face between them. He licks a stripe from her aching hole to her clit, making her thighs tense under his palms. He sucks on her clit harshly a few times before going back to her pussy. He devours her like he's starving, completely neglecting his own need for pleasure or air.
Nell runs one hand through her husband's hair, tugging it meanly just to hear him moan, and moves her other to play with Rachel's clit.
It should be embarrassing how close Rachel is after barely being touched but it's just so good. Jules moans going straight to her core and Nell supporting her completely. Nell's fingers speed up as if she can read Rachel's mind. She purrs in her ear, "Come whenever you need to, darling."
That's it. Rachel is gone. She comes hard around Jules' tongue, tightening her thighs around his head. Nell whispers sweet words to her through it but none of them register.
She's in fucking heaven. Nothing will bring her down from this now that she's found her soulmates.