Chapter 14: The Price of Sharing
The kitchen felt like a battlefield after the storm. Catriona set the three mugs down with sharp, precise clicks on the sticky table. Steam rose in thin wisps, curling into the jaundiced light of the single bulb. Freya and Megan sat across from Aidan, who was still shirtless, the marks from their hands and mouths faint on his skin. He looked caught, his usual calmness frayed at the edges, but his hazel eyes held a dark, willing heat.
“Right,” Catriona said, leaning her palms on the table. Her red hair was a wild corona in the gloomy light.“No bullshit.Rule one: no sneaking around. You want his cock, you ask me.Not him.Me.” Her green eyes swept over them. “Rule two: you respect my place.I live here.This,” she gestured around the chaotic kitchen, “is mine. He is mine.You are guests. Privileged ones, if you behave.”
Megan leaned back, a smirk playing on her lips, but her eyes were watchful. Freya just nodded, her hands folded tightly in her lap.
“Rule three,” Catriona continued, her voice dropping, becoming more intimate, more dangerous.“You follow my lead in the bedroom.My pace. My games.Or you’re out. Back to your dorm rooms and your virgin boyfriends who wouldn’t know how to fuck a hole if you drew them a diagram.”
Aidan swallowed. The air thickened, smelling of old coffee and the new, sharp scent of anticipation.
“Questions?” Catriona asked.Megan tilted her head. “And what does Aidan get out of these rules?”
Catriona’s smile was thin. “He gets everything he’s ever fantasized about. And he gets to keep me.” She looked at him then, and the raw truth in it made his chest tighten.He gave a single, slow nod.It was enough.
“Good.” Catriona pushed off the table and walked around to him. She didn’t sit beside him.She turned and lowered herself onto his lap, her back to his chest. He could feel the heat of her through her thin sleep shorts, the soft weight of her. “Now, to seal the deal,” she said, her voice a murmur meant for all of them, “I’m going to ride him.Right here.And you’re going to watch. Then, if you’re very good, I’ll let you clean up his cum.”
Freya’s breath hitched.Megan’s smirk solidified into a mask of cool observation.
Catriona reached back, her fingers finding the button of Aidan’s jeans. She popped it open, the sound loud in the silent kitchen.The zipper came down, a metallic purr. She slid her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around him. He was already achingly hard, his cock thick and heavy in her grasp. She pulled him out, his length springing free, glistening already at the tip.
“See what you’re playing for?” she said to the women, her hand stroking him slowly, a possessive display.“All of this. Every fucking inch.”
She shifted, lifting her hips, pulling her shorts to the side. She was already wet; he could feel the slick heat against his thigh. Guiding him, she positioned the broad head of his cock at her entrance.Then, with her eyes locked on Megan, she sank down.
It was a slow, deliberate conquest. Her body accepted him with a familiar, aching stretch that made her jaw go slack for a second. A low groan escaped Aidan’s lips, his hands coming up to grip her hips.She was so tight, so impossibly hot and wet. She took him all the way, until she was seated fully, his pelvis pressed against her arse.
“Fuck,” Aidan breathed into her hair.Catriona began to move. A slow, rolling grind of her hips.Up and down, then a circular motion that made him see stars. The wet sound of their joining filled the kitchen, obscene and intimate. Her moans were soft at first, then grew louder, less controlled.One of her hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white.
Freya’s hand had unconsciously drifted to the waistband of her own panties. Catriona’s head snapped around.“No,” she commanded, her rhythm never breaking.“No touching. You watch.You learn how he likes it.”
Freya’s hand froze, then retreated. Her face was flushed, her lips parted.
Catriona fucked him harder now, lifting herself almost all the way off before slamming back down.Each impact jolted through both of them. Aidan’s thumbs dug into the soft flesh of her hips, guiding her, meeting her thrust for thrust.The kitchen chair scraped against the linoleum with their rhythm.
“You see how deep he gets?” Catriona panted, her words choppy. “You feel how he stretches you open? This is what you’re asking for.”
Megan watched, her dark eyes unblinking, taking in every detail: the way Catriona’s breasts bounced, the sheen of sweat on Aidan’s chest, the lewd, slick sounds of penetration.
Catriona’s climax built like a wave, tightening her stomach, coiling her spine. Her movements became frantic, erratic. “I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come all over this big fucking cock,” she choked out, the vulgarity a spur. She rode him with a punishing speed, her head thrown back against his shoulder. When it hit her, her body locked, a silent scream on her face before a raw, shattered cry tore loose from her throat. She convulsed around him, her internal muscles milking him in pulsing waves.
As the last shudders wracked her, she forced her eyes open.She looked at Freya. Then, with a final, gasping lift of her hips, she rose. His cock slid out of her, gleaming wet and thick in the dull light.
She turned, her legs trembling slightly, and pointed a finger at the floor between Aidan’s feet.“Freya.On your knees. Lick me off him.Every drop.”
Freya moved without hesitation, her submission absolute. She dropped to the linoleum, her blonde hair sweeping forward. She didn’t pause, didn’t ask. She leaned in and her tongue, flat and eager, licked a long, slow stripe up the underside of his shaft, collecting the mixture of their release.
Aidan hissed, his cock twitching at the sensation—the rough warmth of Catriona’s ride followed by the soft, servile caress of Freya’s tongue.
Catriona stood over them, one hand on Aidan’s shoulder for balance, watching as Freya cleaned him with devoted thoroughness. Her own breath still came in short gasps. Megan hadn’t moved, but Catriona saw the tightness in her jaw, the faint tremble in her clenched hands on the table.
“Good girl,” Catriona murmured to Freya, her voice husky with spent pleasure and power. Then she looked at Megan.“Your turn will come.You’ll get your control. But it’s control I give you.” She picked up her lukewarm coffee and took a sip, the domestic act surreal amid the thick, sexual air. “Now, who wants a proper breakfast?”