Chapter 13: The Harem's First Lesson
The heavy scent of slept-in skin and sex was the first thing Catriona registered.The second was the warm weight of a limb thrown across her stomach. She blinked open her eyes to the grey pre-dawn light seeping around the edges of the blinds.Aidan was on his back beside her, his breathing deep and even. But curled against his other side was Freya, her blonde hair fanned across his chest. And spooned behind Freya, one hand possessively cupping the younger girl’s breast, was Megan.
A sharp, hot needle of jealousy stabbed beneath her ribs.It was irrational, childish. She had orchestrated this.She had declared the terms. Yet seeing them here, in what had been their space—her and Aidan’s chaotic, friendly sanctuary—looking so settled, so entitled, sent a flood of possessive heat through her. It wasn’t the soft warmth of arousal; it was something darker, more territorial.She didn’t hesitate. She moved on instinct, the redhead in her rising with the sun. She slid out from under Megan’s arm, the sheets whispering in protest.The room was cool, her naked skin pebbling. She didn’t care. She crawled over the tangled bodies, her gaze fixed on Aidan’s sleeping face.Megan stirred, her eyes fluttering open. They locked with Catriona’s, a silent challenge passing between them in the gloom.Catriona ignored it. She put a hand on Freya’s shoulder, not gently, and pushed. Freya mumbled, shifting away in her sleep, creating a space.
Catriona straddled Aidan’s hips, then shuffled forward, settling her weight on his chest. She reached down, took his chin in her hand, and tilted his head back.His eyes opened, hazel and confused with sleep. She saw the moment understanding dawned, followed by a quick, helpless flicker of arousal.
“Open,” she whispered, her voice gravelly with sleep and intent.He obeyed. She lowered herself, guiding her pussy onto his mouth.The first contact was electric. His tongue, soft and sleepy at first, instinctively sought her folds.She ground down against his face, not asking, taking. The jealousy transmuted, fueling her hunger.She wanted his taste to be the first thing he knew this morning. She wanted to smother the memory of anyone else.
A low moan vibrated through his throat against her clit.She gasped, her hands braced on the headboard. From the corner of her eye, she saw Freya was awake now, watching with wide, hungry eyes, her own hand sneaking between her thighs.Megan, however, was propped on one elbow, her expression unreadable.
Then Megan moved. She swung a leg over Aidan’s hips, positioning herself just below where Catriona rode his face. Without a word, she reached behind herself, took Aidan’s cock in her hand—already swelling to full, daunting hardness—and guided it to her entrance. She sank down onto him in one slow, deliberate motion, her head falling back, a satisfied sigh hissing through her teeth.The bed became a live circuit. Catrioni rode Aidan’s mouth, her movements growing more frantic as his tongue lashed and probed. Beneath her, Megan began to ride his cock, a deep, rhythmic rocking that made the whole frame creak. Freya’s fingers worked faster at her own clit, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants.
“That’s it,” Catriona grunted, looking down at Aidan’s face buried in her.“Eat it. Eat my fucking pussy while your cock fills up that black cunt.” The filthy words spilled out, oil on the fire. Megan’s rhythm hitched, then intensified.
Aidan’s hands came up, gripping Catriona’s thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her. He was a instrument, played by both of them, and the symphony was a discordant, glorious mess of wet sounds and shuddering gasps. Catriona felt the orgasm coil, tight and vicious, at the base of her spine. She saw Megan’s perfect breasts bounce, saw the stark contrast of her dark skin against Aidan’s paler stomach. She saw Freya’s back arch, a silent cry on her lips as she came from just watching.It tipped Catriona over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her, a white-hot clamp of pleasure that made her scream into her own arm, biting down to muffle the sound. She ground herself against Aidan’s mouth through the final pulses, milking the sensation dry.As she shuddered, Megan’s control broke. “I’m gonna come… fuck, I’m gonna come on this big dick,” she chanted, her voice losing its cool edge, becoming raw and desperate. She slammed down onto him, once, twice, and then froze, a long, broken wail tearing from her throat as she convulsed.
Catriona, spent, rolled off Aidan’s face. She lay on her back, chest heaving, watching as Megan collapsed forward onto Aidan’s chest. Freya instantly slithered over, replacing Catriona, her mouth seeking Aidan’s, kissing him deeply, tasting Catriona on his lips.Aidan was still hard inside Megan, his body taut. Catriona knew he hadn’t come.She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Finish in her,” she breathed, an order and a gift.
Megan, still trembling, nodded against his chest.“Please,” she whispered, the word barely audible.
Aidan’s hips bucked, a few short, powerful thrusts. His body stiffened, and a guttural groan was punched from his lungs. Megan clenched around him, whispering, “Yes, fill me up,” as he emptied himself inside her.
The room fell into a saturated silence, broken only by the ragged symphony of their breathing. The grey light had strengthened, exposing the reality of their entanglement: the bruised lips, the gleaming sweat, the intimate mess.Catriona was the first to sit up. She looked at the two younger women now draped over Aidan, then directly into his sated, overwhelmed eyes.
“This is how it’s going to be,” she said, her voice quiet but absolute.There was no smirk now, only a flat, sober certainty. “You share him, or you don’t have him at all.No more sneaking around. No more jealous little visits. You want a piece of this?” She gestured at Aidan, at the whole debauched scene.“You get in line.You follow my lead. Or you fuck off back to your dorms and your textbooks.”
Freya looked terrified and exhilarated. Megan’s gaze was calculating, but after a moment, she gave a slow, conceding nod.
Catriona swung her legs off the bed, the floor cold on her bare feet.“I’m making coffee. Anyone who’s staying, get dressed and get in the kitchen. We’re setting rules.” She walked out, leaving the three of them in the wreckage of the sheets, the new day waiting, heavy with consequence, just beyond the bedroom door.