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Yaz collapsed onto the ground under the tree beside a one Bill Potts who gave her a look. “I think my art history professor hates me.”
“And now why would you think that?” Bill snarked, flipped page on her textbooks.
“You could at least pretend to care.”
Bill looked up, brow raised at her. “It could be because you were late again. I saw your sugar daddy drop you off.”
“Eddie?” Yaz drawled, leaning back on her hands as Bill nodded. “Well it was either that or catch the bus and I wasn’t about to slum it.”
Bill let out an undignified snort before schooling her face and deadpanning. “Oh how far below you must we plebeians be.”
Yaz rolled her eyes letting out a short laugh before noticing people walking by them, stopping to point and giggle. “Why don’t you two take a picture? It’ll last longer.” She snarked watching as the two people quickly moved along. “God. You’d think we’d have left the pointing and laughing back in secondary school.”
“Doesn’t it bother you?” Bill asked and Yaz looked up with a quizzically raised brow. “That people talk about you?”
“If it did do you think I would be flaunting the fact that I’m a bit of a slut?”
Bill let out a snort, covering her mouth. “Just a bit?”
“Hey now,” Yaz said in a falsely insulted tone. “I take that personally.” Bill rolled her eyes. “Why should I care what strangers are saying about me? I know what I’m about and that’s all that matters.”
Bill let out a sigh. “I wish I could have that level of confidence.”
“It’s easy when you just don’t give a shit.” Yaz chuckled, closing her eyes against the sun. “How’re things with Heather?”
“Good. Things are…good.”
Yaz pushed herself up on her elbows. “That makes me think things aren’t good.”
“It’s complicated. I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Okay.” Yaz hummed. “But if you ever do want to talk about it. I know a thing or two about complicated.”
“Thanks for the offer.” Bill paused before speaking, seamlessly changing the topic away from her love life. “So, you think your Art History professor hates you? Any idea why?”
“Beside me being late which I wasn’t by the way. I was exactly on time.” Yaz huffed. “I don’t think he likes my takes on Michelangelo's sculptures."
"Which was?”
Yaz looked at Bill, raising her brows at her. “Gay.”
Bill snorted. “Yeah. That tracks.”
“Or at least Bi but the way he sculpts women just makes you think he liked men.”
“Oh one hundred percent. Its just men with tits slapped on them.” Bill chuckled and Yaz let out a snort.
“They really were and Professor Anderson did not like that answer.”
“I did tell you to read is rate my professor page, didn’t I?”
“That you did but in my defense,”
“In your defense?”
“I’ve got nothin’.” Yaz shrugged. “I just hope he doesn’t fail me for my right opinions.”
“Here’s hoping.”
Yaz opened her mouth to speak when her phone dinged from within her pocket. Fishing it out she saw a message from Eddie lighting up the screen.
Eddie:
Rivers gonna be back tonight.
I wanna do something to welcome her back.
Me:
Oh? Any ideas?
Eddie:
A few.
Many of which involve you.
Yaz couldn’t keep the smirk that pulled at her lips.
“Do I even want to know?” Bill asked with a raised brow.
“River’s gonna come back from her trip tonight. Eddie is making plans.”
“Of course he is.”
Me:
Oh? Do tell. 👀
Eddie:
I’ll tell you when I see you in person.
Too much to type out.
Before Yaz could formulate a response Eddie sent another text.
Eddie:
Are ya done with classes yet?
Yaz pressed her lips together, thinking with a hum.
Me:
Yeah.
Just hangin’ out with my mate.
Eddie:
Brilliant!
I’ll come pick you up!
"Are you okay? Been quiet for a while there.” Bill asked, eyeing her and her phone.
“Makin’ plans. Nothing bad, I promise.”
“Okay…” Bill hummed. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, I could eat. Why?” Yaz asked, eyeing Bill semi-warily.
“Because so could I. Wanna get something from the campus cafe? Your treat?”
“Why is it always my treat?” Yaz stood up, following Bill toward the cafeteria. The campus was teeming with life, students lounging on lush grass or making their way to classes either leisurely or looking like their ass was on fire.
“Because you’re the one with money. I am a broke college student.”
“So, that means I should foot the bill, Bill?” Yaz let out a light-hearted scoff.
“It means,” Bill said, giving her a pointed look. “I’ll pay you back when I have the money.”
“You always say that.” Yaz rolled her eyes. “And yet you never do.” She held the door open, and Bill entered. The campus cafe was exactly what you’d expect from a Uni cafeteria. A little crowded, a lotta loud, and with a few questionable stains with food that wasn't all that great. But it was cheap, and Yaz was between allowances.
“Are you saying no?” Bill asked, sounding just a little unsure.
“I never said that.” Yaz let the door close behind them. “What do you want?”
“What’s the most expensive thing they sell here?”
Yaz rolled her eyes, a scoff leaving her lips. “You’re just trying to bleed me dry, now aren’t you.”
“Oh come on, thirty pounds isn’t going to break your bank.” Bill nudged her shoulder with hers and looked at Yaz. “Not with how much your sugar mamas spoil you.”
“Fine, but don’t expect anything else from me.” Yaz said with a roll of her eyes.
“I never do.” Bill snarked back as they moved up in line, only one person before it was their turn to order.
Yaz reached for her wallet, glancing at the menu. “So, what do you want?”
“Wait? You’re actually going to buy me lunch?”
“I said I would. Just had to give you a hard time about it.” Yaz joked. “Now. What do you want?”
“Oh. Uh,” Bill returned her attention to the menu. “Some fish and chips.”
“M’kay. Want a drink?”
“Some tea.” Bill added.
“Okay.” Yaz walked forward ordering and paid moving to sit at one of the open tables. Bill joined her, leaning her head onto her hand. When their order was called Yaz looked at Bill. “Would you want to get that? I didn’t really order anything.”
Bill stood up, looking at her quizzically. “Thought you were hungry?”
“I’ll just get Eddie to buy me lunch.” Yaz shrugged. “Perks of the lifestyle.”
Bill rolled her eyes turning to get her her food, just as Yaz’s phone dinged.
Eddie:
Here! Where can I find ya?
Me:
Cafe.
If you wait a mo’ I’ll come to you.
Eddie:
K. Parked by Smith Hall.
Bill rejoined her at the table just as Yaz stood up. “Eddie’s here. Gonna go to him before he make a scene.”
“Thanks for the food.” Bill held up a chip. “I really will get you back one of these days.”
“Don't worry about it. See you later.” Yaz said with wave leaving the cafe and out into the courtyard. Yaz walked through the campus toward Smith Hall where Eddie’s car, a dark blue 1932 DeSoto, was parked just a bit away from the building, the mentioned person leaning against automobile. She picked up the pace, quickly closing the distance jumping into his arms, Eddie spinning her around.
Eddie placed her on the hood of the car, kissing her greedily forcing Yaz to brace herself against the hood. He pulled away and Yaz looked up at him from under her lashes. “What was that for?”
“I missed you.”
“You just saw me this morning.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t miss you.” Eddie hummed into her neck.
“Eddie. We’re in public.”
“You’re right. It would be downright indecent of us to do anything else.”
“Eddie.” Yaz chastised him, causing him to pull away. “Can we not do this here? I don’t normally hate PDA, but not here.”
“Okay, Love. We’ll have plenty of time for this later.” Eddie pulled away, bouncing around the front of the car. Yaz tilted her head to the side, admiring the view for a bit. “Are you coming?”
“Of course.” Yaz slid into the passenger seat as the engine roared to life and they pulled away from the curb. “So,” She drawled, turning to look at Eddie. “What are these plans you were talking about?”
Eddie flashed her a devious smile. Yaz loved it when he got like this. “Oh. I got some new toys I want to play with tonight.”
“Do tell,” Yaz asked, eyes glinting with excitement. “I can barely wait.”
X x x x x X
Dinner had been amazing, but it was dessert that Yaz was really looking forward to. River had been away for far too long, and Yaz could barely keep her hands to herself.
The moment they stepped through the threshold of the house, River pressed her up against the wall, her lips finding the sensitive spot on her neck. The smell of her perfume filled her nose as Yaz reached up to tangle her fingers in River’s hair. “I’ve missed you, Yasmin.”
“And whose fault is that?” Yaz snarked, letting out a shaky breath as River placed her hands on her hips. “You’ve been gone for weeks.”
“Well, someone has to earn enough money to spoil you.” River’s breath ghosted over Yaz’s chin before she pressed a kiss to the underside of her neck. “Absolutely rotten.”
“I’m sorry to be such a burden.” Yaz reached for River’s hands, dragging her fingers over her arms as she pulled away.
“You’ll never be a burden,” River said, walking backwards, and Yaz watched as Eddie pulled River into a deep kiss, placing his hands on her hips. When they parted, she looked down at Eddie. “Somebody’s eager.”
“And what if I am? I’ve, we’ve, missed you.” Eddie bit his lip, pulling River against his body, gripping her hips.
Yaz loved watching them. She really did, but she would much rather be involved as well. She pushed herself up off the wall, walking toward the couple, placing her hands on Eddie’s waist. “I’m going upstairs. Don’t take too long. I’m getting,” She leaned in close to his ear. “Antsy.”
As Yaz walked up the stairs, she heard Eddie laugh. “Well, we can’t keep her waiting now, can we?” Just as she stepped on the top stair, Eddie came up behind her, grabbing her around her waist and picking her up. “Gotcha!”
“Eddie!” Yaz kicked at the air, leaning back into Eddie, who stumbled slightly.
“What? I’m just helping you into the bedroom.” Eddie laughed into her ear. “Thought you’d appreciate the ride.” He maneuvered her around until Yaz was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She could see River coming up the stairs, looking up at the pair in amusement.
“Having fun there?” River asked as they made their way toward the master bedroom.
“Loads.” Yaz huffed. “I feel like a princess.”
“Can you get the door, Sweetie?” Eddie asked, glancing at River over his shoulder.
“Of course.” River reached around Eddie, opening the door, allowing him to throw Yaz unceremoniously onto the bed. Before Yaz could even catch her breath, her trousers were pulled off, and the black lace lingerie she’d chosen were practically ripped from her body.
“Not even going to admire the lingerie I picked out?” Yaz asked, raising a brow at Eddie, who tossed her pants to the side.
Eddie licked his lips. “I’d much rather admire what it’s hiding.”
“Then admire away,” Yaz bit her lip, watching as Eddie pulled away.
“Oh, I will. Plenty.” Eddie stood up, placing his hands on his hips. “You'd better be undressed when I come back.”
“Aye-Aye, captain.” Yaz gave a sloppy salute before fumbling to pull her shirt over her head.
“Here. Let me help.” River reached around her back, undoing the clasps on her bra, freeing her tits. “Now isn’t that better?”
“Much.” Yaz looked up at River, who closed the distance, capturing her lips, deepening it, tongue flicking out to ghost over her teeth. She pulled away, eyes darting down and then back up. She stood up, and Yaz lay back, bouncing on the soft mattress. “Bored already?”
“Hardly. I just need to clean up real quick.”
“Why? We’re just gonna get dirty?”
“Oh, hush up you.”
Yaz laughed, lying back down as River disappeared into the bathroom and Eddie entered the room, holding a spreader bar. She pushed herself up on her elbows, watching as Eddie set it on the bed. “It’s been a while since you’ve brought out that.”
“I know.” Eddie bit his bottom lip. “Are you excited?”
“Very,” Yaz said, allowing Eddie to strap her legs into the piece of equipment. He placed a hand on her chest, pushing her down onto the bed. He straddled her waist, placing his hands on her hips.
Yaz reached up, dragging her fingers over Eddie’s top surgery scars, getting a moan from him as he arched his back. “Still sensitive, eh?”
“Lil’ bit.” Eddie licked his lips before leaning down to kiss Yaz, running his tongue over her teeth, asking for permission to enter, which was gladly given. Eddie reached up, running his fingers through Yaz’s hair. He tilted her head back, pushing his tongue further into Yaz’s mouth, who moaned against his lips. She reached down, dragging her fingers over Eddie’s happy trail.
Eddie pulled away, a string of saliva connecting them as he pushed himself up. He straddled Yaz’s waist, leaning forward, he took her wrists in his hands, moving them away from her goal and toward the headboard where cuffs hung waiting. Eddie secured the leather cuffs around her wrists, giving them a little tug, looking down at Yaz. “Feel good? Not too tight? Do you remember our safe word?”
“Feels great and yes. It’s relief.” Yaz looked between her arms, giving them another tug. “Can’t wait to see what this is leading up to.”
“Well, you won’t have to wait very much longer.” Eddie climbed off Yaz, leaving her strapped to the bed as he disappeared into the master closet. The sound of him rummaging echoed out into the main bedroom as the water cut off, and both Eddie and River reentered the bedroom at around the same time.
River let out a sound as she dragged her eyes over Yaz. “Oh, what a wonderful present.”
“Only the best for you,” Yaz smirked, tugging at her restraints as she looked at Eddie, who had walked out in a new strap-on. “But I get the feeling you’ll have to wait your turn.”
“I can be patient.” River sat down in the chair, crossing her legs, eyes focused on Yaz as Eddie walked by her.
“What do you think?” Eddie asked, arching his hips forward.
“Of your new dick?” Yaz laughed, and Eddie shook his hips, causing the strap to wobble hilariously. “I love it. What happened to the blue one?”
“I still have it, but I wanted to spice it up,” Eddie said before tilting his head to the side. “Do you want me to use the blue one?”
“I want you to use whatever you want on me. I’m at your mercy, Eddie.” Yaz cooed, pulling at her straps, watching as Eddie crawled onto the bed, placing his hands on her knees, pushing them apart. “Like what you see?” Yaz laughed as Eddie licked his lips hungrily. Yaz loved it when he looked at her like that. Like he was starved, and she was an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“Oh yes. Very much.” Eddie said, lining his strap up to her center, biting his lip before trusting it into Yaz, causing her to gasp, pulling at her restraints.
“Eddie.” Yaz moaned, arching her hips upwards as Eddie leaned forward, placing his hands on her hips, pressing the strap further into her center. “Ffffuck.”
“God. I wish I could feel you around me. Nice and tight.” Eddie groaned, leaning down to press his lips into Yaz's stomach. The soft touch of his lips left waves of heat across her skin.
“Yeah?” Yaz laughed. “You feel great. You would feel even better if you'd fuck me.”
“Have some patience.” Eddie leaned back and pressed further into her. “I was getting to it.” He began slow and steady thrusts, leaning forward to grab at Yaz’s hips, who moaned, clenching her fists, digging her nails into her palms.
“F-faster, Eddie. Please. Harder.” Yaz whimpered, looking down at Eddie, who leaned over her, taking her nipple between his lips, playing with her piercing with his tongue as he quickened his pace. “Fuck.”
Eddie leaned back, groaning as he reached for something at his hip. “Do you want me to cum in you?”
Yaz's chest heaved, eyes wide as she asked. “You can do that?”
“I can now.” Eddie bit his lip. “Do you want me to cum in you?”
“Yes, please.” Yaz bucked her hips into Eddie’s. “I would love for you to fill me up.” He leaned back, groaning as he came into her cunt. “Yeah. Just like that.
“You’re so hot,” Eddie growled as he gave one last thrust. “Would be even hotter if you’d come around my cock?”
“Don’t stop then? I’m close.” Yaz bit back, arching her hips up, bucking Eddie slightly, sending a wave of pleasure through her. She let out a shaky moan, heart beating hard in her chest. “Come on. Don’t tell me you’re a one pump chump?”
“A’course not.” Eddie huffed as he began thrusting, harder and faster, while rubbing quick circles into her clit, sending waves of pleasure through Yaz, causing her to moan loudly, pulling at her restraints. “That good? You wanna come for me? Like the good little girl you are.”
“Yes.” Yaz gasped. “Yes, I do!” She cried, screwing her eyes closed as she teetered on the edge of climax. “Fuck. Right there.” A loud moan was pulled from her chest as she came around Eddie’s cock. He pulled out, causing her to let out a sharp gasp.
“Such a good girl.” Eddie leaned forward, kissing Yaz deeply.
“For you? Always.” Yaz breathed out. “Can you take my restraints off?”
“But I’m not done with you yet.” Eddie crawled backward, licking his lips. “I’m still hungry here.” He leaned forward, capturing her lower lip, forcing his tongue into her core. He dragged his teeth over her clit, sucking at it, causing Yaz to jerk away with a wince.
“Relief,” Yaz said, and Eddie immediately stopped.
Eddie pulled away, looking up at Yaz. “Everything okay?”
“Just…kinda sensitive.” Yaz arched her back, pulling at the straps. “Can I have a breather?”
Eddie leaned forward, pressing his lips into the side of her neck. “A’Course.” He leaned up, undoing her restraints, freeing her wrist, arms immediately dropping to her side. “Anything else hurt?” He asked as he undid the restraints around her ankles.
“My shoulders are a bit sore,” Yaz muttered, as Eddie took her hand in his palm, rubbing his thumb over the indentation her nails had left.
“We can put some patches on them later,” Eddie said before suddenly clambering off the bed, removing the strap-on, and hanging it on one of the bedposts. “I actually think I have some ice packs. I’ll go throw them in the freezer.”
Yaz watched as Eddie disappeared from the room, still ass naked. She laughed, reaching up to rub her wrist. She looked over at River, who was still waiting very patiently for her turn. Although she could tell she was starting to get impatient.
“I actually got you something, River,” Yaz said, standing up and moving to grab the package yet to open. “Something I want you to wear.”
“Oh?” River raised a brow, watching as Yaz removed the red leather collar and leash from within, causing the curly-haired woman’s eyes to go wide. “Oh,”
“Only if you want to, of course, but I’ve been thinking about it. It’s…” Yaz’s eyes darted to the side, worrying her bottom lip. “It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while now.”
River reached forward, taking her hand in hers. “Whatever you want, Sir.” Yaz closed the distance between them, undoing the latch on the collar. “I want,” Her voice trembled as Yaz brushed her hair out of the way, securing the collar in place. “Whatever you—” Latching the leash into the front, she pulled it, causing River to stop speaking, letting out a half moan. “Whatever you want. I want it.”
“Good.” Yaz wrapped the leash around her hand, leaning forward until their faces were inches apart. Locking eyes with River, enjoying the look of untempered desire that filled them. “Because I want you to keep your hands to yourself.”
“You’re just trying to torture me.” River groaned, leaning her head back
“I have to. It’s too much fun.” Yaz whispered into her ear as she began to grind against River, just close enough for her to feel the heat at her center. With each rotation of her hips, she loosened and tightened her grip on the leash, pushing and pulling River in a way that she could tell was driving her absolutely mad.
River let out a whimper, leaning forward to take one of her nipples between her lips. Running circles over it before sucking on them.
“Hey, I told you to keep your hands to yourself.” Yaz looked down at the curly haired woman who ran her tongue over her piercing, dragging her teeth over it.
“I’m not touching you with my hands.” River looked up at her from under her lashes before leaning forward and licking at her nipple again.
“Cheeky,” Yaz smirked, grinding her cunt over her thigh, reaching around to tangle her free hand in her hair, yanking it backward. “You’ll have to keep those lips to yourself as well.” She loved the way River looked underneath her, ready to be pushed and pulled and fucked.
“Tease.” River breathed, a smirk playing on her lips. She really loved getting to see this side of her. The side of her that let Yaz take charge, do what she wanted with the promise of nothing but pleasure and ecstasy in the end.
“Only for you.” Yaz leaned forward, dragging her teeth over the exposed nape of her neck. “Only ever for you.”
“Shit.” River hissed, bucking her hips up into Yaz. “Please, Sir. Please. I need you!”
“Down girl.” Yaz pulled at her leash, pulling her face close and kissing her deeply, River humming into her lips. She pulled away, loosening her grip in the leash, standing up and licking her lips as she dragged her eyes over River.
“Like what you see, Sir?” River spread her legs, and Yaz’s couldn’t keep the hunger from her eyes.
“Oh yes, I do.” Yaz purred moving to kneel in front of her. “Very much so.” She darted forward, pressing her tongue into her cunt. River bucked her hips into her face, reaching to grab at her hair. Yaz pulled away, licking her lips. “You like it when I eat you out?”
“Yes, Sir. I do. I love it when you taste me.” River looked at her, eyes full of need and want and desire in all the best ways.
“I love the way you taste.” Yaz leaned forward, running her tongue through her folds, earning a gasp from River. What a beautiful sound.
“Sir?” River gasped, and Yaz looked up at her. “I want to touch you.”
Yaz nipped at her thigh. “Beg.”
“Huh?” River huffed.
“Beg for it.” Yaz kissed where she’d bitten her thigh. “And I just might let you touch me.” She looked up at River, whose chest heaved, eyes heavy with want, with need, and Yaz knew she wouldn’t have to push much more to get what she wanted.
“Please, please, please, can I touch you?” River begged, voice full of need and want in all the best ways. “I need to touch you.” She reached forward, hands hovering over her shoulders.
“Such a good little whore you are.” Yaz looked up at River, licking her lips. “And I think you deserve a reward. You may touch me.” River didn’t need any other prodding as she reached forward, tangling her fingers in her hair while grabbing at her tit with her other. “Such a good whore you are.”
“Yes, I am, Sir.” River whimpered as Yaz returned her attention to between her legs. “Very good—” Her voice hitched as she dragged her teeth over her clit, digging her tongue into her cunt. “Very good for you.”
Yaz pulled away, looking up at River as she slipped her fingers into her cunt, rubbing her thumb over her clit, eliciting gasps from her. “You want to come for me?”
“Yes, Sir. I do. I want to come for you.”
“Then do it,” Yaz growled into her ear. “Come for me, River.” She thrust her fingers further into her cunt, biting at her neck, causing River to groan, coming around her fingers. “Good. Good.”
“Fuck.” River panted as she collapsed back against the chair, reaching up to brush curls out of her face. “I needed that.”
“I needed that?”
“Sir. I needed that, Sir.”
Yaz pushed herself up on River’s thighs, kissing the underside of her neck, reaching to unlatch the collar. “You can relax now, River.” She did so, leaning back and sliding down slightly. “Thank you for indulging me tonight.”
“Of course. I liked it a lot, actually.” River said, eyes following Yaz as she moved to set the collar on the bedside table. “Bit surprised that you didn’t ask me to bark.”
“Would you have?”
River was quiet for a half second before saying, seemingly shocked at her own answer. “Yes. I would have.”
Yaz couldn’t help the way her eyes widened at the admission. “Noted.” She moved to sit on the bed, leaning into the pillows, watching as Eddie came back into the room.
“You two done?”
“Not even close.” Yaz turned to look at him as he set a glass of water on the bedside table.
“Good. Because I am hydrated and ready for round two.” Eddie collapsed onto the bed, causing Yaz to bounce slightly. “Or would it be three?”
“Only one way to find out,” River said as she crawled onto the bed, toward Eddie. “I can see someone who needs some attention.”
“Only if you want to, sweetie.”
“Nothing else I want more.” River pressed her lips into Eddie’s neck, causing him to moan as her hand found its way between his legs. “Absolutely nothing.” Eddie buried his hands in River’s hair, tilting his head back, allowing his wife better access to his neck. “God. You’re so hard.”
“Yeah.” Eddie hummed. “My dick is nice and hard for you.”
Yaz enjoyed the view as she leaned back, watching as the married couple go at it, reaching between her own legs to rub at her clit, biting back a moan. She leaned back, she watched the pair through half closed eyes as her fingers worked hard. The sound of Eddie moaning loudly pushed her closer to the edge. “River,” Eddie said, voice breathy as he moved, causing the bed to bounce. “I’m close.”
“Come for me, Sweetie.” River purred, continuing to pay attention to his core. Yaz bit back a whimper trying to make herself come one last time. Eddie arched his back as he finally came, which pushed Yaz over the edge. She collapsed back onto the pillows, placing her hand on her chest as she tried to catch her breath.
River licked her fingers clean, crawling toward her to press their lips together so that she could taste Eddie as well. Yaz hummed against them, tongue flicking out to try and get more of it.
“Do I taste good?” Eddie asked from where he sat near the end of the bed, leaning on his arms.
“You taste,” Yaz mumbled, pulling away and licking her lips. “Amazin’.”
“You can have more of a taste.” Eddie spread his legs, offering her an even better taste. “I want you to suck my dick.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” Yaz crawled forward, pausing placing her hands on his thighs. Eddie’s dick was poking out from his folds, and she looked up at him. “You’ve gotten so big, Eddie.”
“HRT works wonders.” Eddie laughed, tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip.
“It really does.” Yaz hummed, pressing her face between his thighs, forcing her tongue deep inside of him. She dragged her teeth over his dick, sucking at it, earning a gasp from Eddie. She hummed as she worked her jaw, placing her hands on Eddie’s thighs, who grabbed at the back of her head, pushing her face further into his core.
The feeling of two fingers sliding in her cunt caused her to gasp against Eddie, who looked over her at his wife. “River.” His tone was chastising, but River didn’t stop as she began to thrust her fingers into Yaz, holding onto her ass.
“Can’t I give Yaz some more attention?” River thrust her fingers further into her and Yaz gasped, dragging her teeth over Eddie’s cock. “Seems like she could use some more.” She arched her fingers as Yaz sucked at Eddie’s dick, running her tongue over it. “She hasn’t told me to stop yet?”
“She’s a little busy at the moment.” Eddie gasped, arching his hips into Yaz’s mouth. “Fuck. Yeah. Just like that. I’m close. Please.”
Yaz slid her fingers inside him, sliding them slowly as she continued to suck at Eddie’s cock, causing him to come. She pulled away, licking her lips, only for River to flip her over, kiss her hard as she thrust her fingers further into her while playing with her nipples. She pulled away, trailing kisses down her neck, eventually taking her breast in her mouth, sucking at it as she rubbed her clit with her thumb.
“Come for me, Yasmin.” River purred against her skin, twisting her other nipple between her fingers. “Won’t you?” A moan was pulled from her lips as River pulled her fingers from inside her, and she pushed herself up onto her thighs. “Good girl.”
Yaz’s chest heaved, and she let out a shaky laugh. “Would you be mad if I said I think I’m good for tonight?”
“A’course not, Love.” Eddie placed a kiss on the center of her forehead. “I’m a bit spent myself. River?”
“I’m fine with whatever you two want.” River hummed, moving to lie at the head of the bed. Yaz watched as she climbed under the sheets, joining her with Eddie sandwiching her in on the other side.
“Big spoon or little spoon?” Eddie asked, propping himself up on his elbow.
“Hmm.” Yaz hummed. “Little spoon.”
“Alright. You got it.”
Yaz buried her face in the pillow as Eddie wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her tight against his chest. Sleep claimed her quickly as she relaxed into the warm embrace.
X x x x x X
Yaz’s eyes fluttered open, and she turned her head over to look up at Eddie, who had curled his body around hers. She glanced over her shoulder at River, who wasn’t much for cuddling, and a rather devious thought popped into her sleep-addled brain. She rolled over, out of Eddie’s loose grip, and wrapped her arms around River’s midsection.
“Yasmin.” River chided, groggily.
“What?” Yaz laughed, trailing her hand up her stomach toward her chest. “Shy all of a sudden?” She pressed her lips into the crook of her neck while her fingers danced on her skin. What was the point of their arrangement if she couldn’t tease River?
“Not shy. Sleepy.” River huffed, glancing over her shoulder at Yaz, who pressed her lips into the crook of River’s neck. “Yasmin.” She said in a chastising tone. She really didn’t like cuddling, but Yaz had a way of getting what she wanted.
Yaz reached up, brushing some of her hair out of her face so that she could kiss her cheek. “I just had to bother you. Looked too good not to.”
“And where’s my good morning kiss?” Eddie said, pulling Yaz away from River and into him. He cupped her chin, putting their lips together as his hand found a place on her back. Eddie pulled away, looking down at her. “There. Much better.”
“Yes. Much better indeed.” Yaz rolled over onto her back, chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply. She watched as Eddie propped himself up on his elbows, dragging his eyes over Yaz’s body with a hunger that made her stomach twist into knots. “Don’t look at me like that unless you’re gonna do something about it.”
“Don’t tempt me. I just might—” Eddie was interrupted by Yaz’s phone ringing from the bedside table. He turned to grab it, looking at the screen, and handed it to Yaz as he spoke. “Your sister is FaceTiming you.”
“My what?”
“Your sister. Face Time. Wanna take it?” Eddie asked, holding out her phone.
Yaz looked down at her less-than-clothed body. “Not currently.” She took the phone, clambering out of the bed, picking up the first shirt she could find, disappearing into the bathroom, calling over her shoulder. “Be quiet.”
“No promises,” Eddie called back, and Yaz flipped him off before slamming the door behind her. Pulling the shirt on, she sat on the toilet trying to make her sex hair less noticeable before hitting accept.
“Hey, Yazzie! Took you long enough to pick up!” Sonya said, leaning in to the screen. “Did I call at a bad time? Looks like you just woke up.”
“I did.” Yaz reached up, running her fingers through her hair. “Why are you calling me?”
“Do I need a reason to call my beloved sister?” Sonya said, shaking her head.
“When it comes to you? Yes.” Yaz huffed. “What do you want?”
“Ya know, Marcus? We were in secondary school together. Well, get this, he got this fancy job at a restaurant in London. Like a real upscale place. The kinda place we would never be able to afford.”
“Okay.” Yaz drawled. “Where are you going with this?”
“He’s convinced he saw you there.”
“Well, I think Marcus is seeing things.”
“I said I’d ask you because he swore up and down he saw you there, but with two older women. He said you three were being very affectionate.”
“Again. I think Marcus might be seeing things.”
“I don’t think he is,” Sonya said, tilting her head to the side. “I think that was you and your…partners? I’m honestly not clear on that part.”
“Conspiracy theory much? You’re starting to sound a little like dad.”
“Okay. First of all: Rude. Second of all: What’s with all the denial? Nothing wrong with being poly.”
“I know that.” Yaz snapped.
“Then why deny it?” Sonya asked before letting out a gasp.“Wait! Wait! Wait!” She leaned into the camera. “Are you some kind of sugar baby!?”
“Bye, Sonya!” Yaz hung up, leaning against the wall. ‘That could have gone better.’ Her phone dinged, and she looked at it just as several messages from Sonya popped up in quick succession.
Pest:
Hey! Why’d you hang up on me!?
Pest:
Come on. Nothing wrong with getting a little sugar but now Im even more curious.
Pest:
I want some answers yaz
Yaz closed her phone, waiting until the pinging stopped before standing up and heading back into the bedroom.
“Is everything alright, Love?” Eddie asked from where he had sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Cats officially out of the bag.” Yaz huffed, moving to collapse on the bed next to River. “Now Sonya knows, and soon my parents will as well.” She lay back, reaching up to drag her hands over her face.
River reached forward, gently stroking her hair. “You don’t know that she’ll tell your parents.”
“Oh. She will. Sonya is a pest.” Yaz clawed at the skin under her eyes. “She’ll blab to our parents, and then they’ll ask questions and UGH!” She kicked at the air.
“Hey. Hey.” Eddie spoke, moving to sit next to her, leaning over Yaz while placing a hand on her shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Yaz peeked out from between her fingers. “It will?”
Eddie glanced at River. “Yeah. What’s the worst that can happen?”
“Eddie,” River tutted. “That’s not something you should say to someone who's spiraling.”
Eddie tilted his head to the side before looking down at Yaz. “Are you spiraling, Love?”
“A little bit, yeah.”
“Well, don't,” Eddie said none to helpfully. “Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”
“Whatever?” Yaz asked hesitantly, glancing between Eddie and River.
“Whatever. Right River?” Eddie spoke, nudging his wife and looking at her expectantly.
“Right.” River gently stroked her hair. “Whatever happens, we’re here with you.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart.” Eddie made an ‘X’ over his chest. “And I’d never lie to you, Yaz.”
Yaz chuckled, reaching up to grab Eddie’s hand, pressing it into her lips. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.” She looked over at River, who was being awfully quiet. “Everything okay, River?”
“Hmm?” River hummed, pausing in her petting. “Everything's fine, Darling. Just thinking.”
“Only good things, I hope?”
“Only ever good things.” River leaned down, pressing their lips together.
Yaz reached up, tangling her fingers in her hair as she hummed against River’s lips. When she pulled away, she looked into green eyes. “Are you gonna tell me what had you so preoccupied?”
“Hmm, no. I think I’ll keep that to myself.” River hummed, looking coyly off to the side.
“Boo,” Yaz pouted lying down, looking up at River. “You’re no fun.” She watched as the older woman stood up, moving toward a shirt that had been thrown on the ground.
“You didn’t seem to think I was ‘no fun’ last night.” River threw over her shoulder as she pulled the shirt on, hair catching in the hole. “I’m starved.”
Yaz propped herself up on her elbows. “I could eat.”
Eddie looked between Yaz and River, a wild look in his eye. “First one to the kitchen gets to pick where we order out from!” And bolted from the room, grabbing a pair of shorts on his way out. Yaz blinked before shaking her head, turning to look at River, who didn’t seem in too much of a rush to follow after her partner.
“Not in a rush to go after him?” Yaz asked, pushing herself up and watching as River looked for a pair of bottoms.
River let out a sound of triumph as she found the article of clothing she’d been searching for. “Not particularly.” She stepped into the bottoms, moving to pull her hair from the shirt, wincing and rubbing the back of her neck.
“Is something wrong?” Yaz bounced to her feet, moving over to River, who rolled her neck. “You look like you’re hurting.”
“Just a little bit. You were a bit rough with me last night.”
“I thought you liked it when I was rough?” Yaz asked, her question came out more flirtatious in tone then she meant.
“Oh, I do. I absolutely love it, but I have to remember that I'm not exactly getting any younger.” River threw a look over at Yaz, who had stopped a few paces behind her, leaning down to pick up her own pair of bottoms. “My body doesn’t bounce back like it used to.”
Yaz stepped into the joggers she’d picked up. “I can try and be gentler. I don’t want you to hurt after every time we have sex.” River turned around fully, moving into her space.
“Try?”
“I might get a little carried away, but I’ll do my best not to break you,” Yaz spoke, looking deep into green eyes.
“You think you can break me?” River reached forward, pressing her fingers to the underside of her chin. “I’m getting old, but that doesn’t mean I’ve become so fragile that you can break me so easily.” She practically purred into her ear, and Yaz was very tempted to lean forward and capture her lips with her own.
“Is that so?” Yaz bit her bottom lip, eyes darting down toward River’s lips. “Care to prove that to me?”
“Maybe later, Darling. Right now,” River moved around Yaz, who pouted. “I could really use some coffee.”
“Coffee does sound nice, and we should probably prevent Eddie from ordering something truly horrendous.”
“Probably.” River shot back, wondering slowly toward the door. “Still not in much of a rush.”
“Me neither.” Yaz watched River leave before turning to look at where her phone sat, where she’d left it on the bed. Letting out a sigh, she moved to pick it up, hesitantly unlocked it noticing that one more text from Sonya.
Sonya:
I’m not dropping this. lets get lunch when you get to sheffield for easter break.
Yaz stared at the sigh, tapping her fingers against her phone before finally mustering up the courage to respond with a simple.
Me:
Okay.