Chapter 9: Round Two
The lamplight had long since burned low, the bulb casting a tired amber glow across the tangled limbs and tumbled sheets. Somewhere along the night, the duvet had been kicked to the floor in a heap of cotton and memory, leaving the three of them nested in the fitted sheet, skin to skin, heat trading between bodies.
Dina woke first.
Her eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar ceiling, the faint gray pre-dawn light seeping through the sheer curtains. She lay on her side, her pregnant belly a warm swell against the mattress, and for a moment she didn't remember where she was. Then the weight of an arm across her hip, Astrid's soft breathing against her shoulder blade, and the faint masculine heat at her back brought it all rushing back. Shane. Astrid. The three of them, tangled like riverweed.
She smiled in the dim light.
Her hand drifted down of its own accord, sliding over the curve of her stomach, fingers finding the slick heat between her thighs. She was still wet from hours ago, still swollen and sensitive, and when her fingers pressed into her folds she let out a soft, shuddering breath. God. She hadn't felt this loose, this content, in months. Leo treated her like porcelain, like something that might shatter if he touched her wrong, but Shane and Astrid had handled her like a woman. A desired woman.
Her fingers worked slow circles over her clit, and she let her eyes drift closed.
She heard him before she saw him. A small shift of breath, a rustle of sheets.
She opened her eyes and found Shane watching her over the curve of Astrid's shoulder. He was propped on one elbow, his dark hair sleep-tousled, his gaze fixed on her hand between her thighs. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. Raw. Unashamed.
Dina didn't stop. She gave him a slow, lazy smile and let her fingers slide deeper, spreading herself open for him, showing him exactly what she was doing.
"Morning," she murmured, voice husky with sleep.
Shane's jaw tightened. "Morning."
"You like watching?"
"I like everything about watching you." His voice was low, graveled. "You're beautiful when you touch yourself."
Astrid stirred between them, a small sound escaping her throat as her body registered the movement and the heat. She rolled over, her pregnant belly pressing against Dina's side, her heavy breasts grazing Dina's arm. Her eyes were still half-closed, sleepy and soft, but they found Dina's hand, then found Shane's face.
"Don't stop," Astrid whispered, and it wasn't a request.
She leaned in and kissed Dina, slow and deep, her tongue sliding into Dina's mouth as her own hand found Dina's belly, stroking the taut, warm skin. Dina moaned into the kiss, her fingers still moving between her thighs, and Astrid pulled back just enough to look at her.
"Let Shane watch," Astrid breathed. "He's been dying to. Touch yourself for him."
Dina's cheeks flushed, but the heat in her gut flared brighter. She kept her gaze locked on Shane as her fingers worked faster, slick sounds filling the quiet room, and she watched his cock harden against his thigh. He was already thick, already straining, and the sight of him swelling for her made her cunt clench.
Astrid shifted lower, her lips trailing down Dina's neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, until her mouth found a nipple and sucked it gently. Dina gasped, her back arching, belly rising as her fingers faltered.
"No," Shane said, his voice a low command. "Keep going. Touch her the way she touches you."
Dina blinked at him, her hand freezing, and Shane shifted closer, his palm coming up to rest on Astrid's back, stroking the curve of her spine.
"Astrid," he murmured, "show her. Show her how you make me feel."
Astrid lifted her head from Dina's breast, her lips red and glistening, and she smiled a slow, knowing smile. She slid her hand down Dina's belly, past her navel, into the wiry hair between her thighs. Her fingers found Dina's, interlaced with them, and together they rubbed slow, circling pressure over Dina's clit.
Dina's breath caught. "Oh, fuck."
"That's it," Shane murmured, watching intently, his hand moving to his own cock now, stroking slowly. "Both of you. Together."
Astrid kissed Dina again, deeper this time, swallowing her moans as their fingers moved in tandem. The room filled with the wet sounds of their hands, soft pants, the rustle of skin on sheets. Dina's hips rolled, grinding against her own fingers and Astrid's, and she felt the heat building low in her belly, coiling tight.
"I'm close," she gasped against Astrid's mouth. "I'm going to come."
"Let us see it," Shane said, moving closer still, positioning himself at Dina's head. "Come for us, Dina."
Dina looked up at him, at the thick, reddening head of his cock hovering near her mouth, and she opened her lips, taking just the tip of him between them, tasting the salt of him. Shane groaned, his hips twitching, and Astrid pressed harder against Dina's clit, two fingers sliding inside her, curling just right.
Dina came with a shuddering cry, her body convulsing around Astrid's fingers, her mouth still wrapped around Shane's cock as she swallowed convulsively. Shane's hands fisted in the sheets, biting back a groan, his hips rocking shallowly against her lips.
When the orgasm finally released her, Dina collapsed back against the pillows, breathing hard, her eyes glassy. She licked her lips, tasting Shane on her tongue.
"Your turn," she whispered, reaching for him.
Shane needed no further invitation. He moved over her, careful and deliberate, one hand sliding beneath her back to lift her hips slightly. His cock pressed against her slick entrance, and Dina sighed, her thighs falling open wide, her pregnant belly rising between them.
He pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch, and they both held their breath. Dina felt him stretch her, fill her, and she clenched around him, drawing him deeper. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes, like that."
Shane began to move, long and slow, each stroke a deliberate drag that made Dina's toes curl. Astrid settled beside them, her hand finding Dina's clit again, rubbing in tight circles as Shane fucked her. The three of them moved together, slow and connected, the bedroom filled with soft moans and wet, rhythmic sounds.
Shane reached for Astrid, pulling her close, kissing her deeply as he fucked Dina. Astrid moaned against his mouth, her own hand slipping between her thighs, pressing against her own swollen clit. The lamplight flickered, shadows dancing across tangled limbs, and outside the window the sky turned from black to gray, the first pale fingers of dawn reaching across the city.
Shane came with a low groan, buried deep inside Dina, and she followed him over the edge a moment later, rippling around his cock as she cried out Astrid's name. He stayed there, trembling, forehead pressed to hers, until his breathing settled.
Then he pulled out gently, collapsing to one side, and Astrid curled against Dina's other side, her pregnant belly pressed to Dina's. For a long moment, no one spoke. The only sound was their shared breathing, the distant rumble of early morning traffic.
The silence stretched thin as Shane turned to Astrid, his hand settling on the heavy curve of her belly. "You okay, sweetheart?" His voice was rough, thick with satisfaction. Astrid nodded, but she couldn't quite shake the emptiness left behind. Shane shifted, his strong arms wrapping around her pregnant body, pulling her flush against his side. "Let's take care of you now," he murmured, his lips brushing against her temple. Dina might be gone, but they were still here, together. Astrid's breath hitched as Shane's hand slid from her belly, fingers tracing the low neckline of her silk pajama top. "Let me see you," he whispered, his gaze dark with intent. He tugged the fabric down, exposing one heavy, aching breast, the nipple already tight and puckered. "Fuck," he groaned, bending to take it into his mouth. His tongue was hot and wet against her sensitive skin, sucking hard, making her cry out and arch into him. "Yes," she gasped, her hand tangling in his hair, holding him closer. "Oh god, Shane, don't stop." His other hand moved to her other breast, kneading and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," he mumbled against her skin, the vibration sending sparks straight to her core. "So full of milk, so ready for me." She could feel his cock hardening against her hip, thick and insistent. "Let's get you out of these," he said, sitting up and tugging at the drawstring of her pants. Astrid lifted her hips, letting him slide the soft cotton down her legs. The cool air against her heated skin made her shiver. "Shane," she whined, already feeling empty. He chuckled, the sound low and possessive. "Patience, baby girl. We're going to take such good care of you." Dina reappeared from the bathroom, a warm washcloth in her hands. She climbed back onto the bed, her eyes dark with desire as she took in Astrid's naked, trembling form. "Let's get you all cleaned up first," she said, her voice soft. She gently wiped between Astrid's legs, cleaning the evidence of their earlier lovemaking. Astrid whimpered at the touch, her body already arching again. Dina's fingers lingered, tracing the slick folds of her pussy. "So wet already," she murmured, her eyes meeting Astrid's. "Just for us?" Astrid could only nod, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Shane's hands returned to her body, one massaging her breast, the other sliding between her thighs. His fingers found her clit, rubbing tight circles that made her see stars. "Please," she begged, her body coiling tight, ready to snap. Shane smiled against her skin. "What do you want, Astrid? Tell me." "Your cock," she gasped. "I want your cock in me. Now." Shane didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her soaking wet heat. "Ready for me, sweetheart?" "Yes," she cried out. "Oh god, yes, put it in me. I need you." He pushed in slowly, stretching her around his thick girth. Astrid moaned, her body welcoming him, taking him deeper and deeper until he was fully seated inside her. "Fuck," he groaned, his forehead pressed to hers. "You feel incredible." He began to move, slow and deep, each thrust making her gasp. Dina's hands were on her body everywhere, touching, stroking, worshipping. Her mouth found Astrid's, her tongue dueling with hers as Shane fucked her harder and faster. The bed was creaking, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm of pure need. Astrid was caught between them, overwhelmed by sensation. Shane's cock pistoning in and out of her, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. Dina's fingers on her clit, rubbing faster and faster. Her own hands clutching at Shane's back, leaving red marks on his skin. "I'm so close," she whined, her body tightening. "Don't stop, please, don't stop." "Come for us, Astrid," Shane grunted, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Come all over my cock." That was all it took. With a cry that was half sob, half scream, Astrid shattered. Her pussy clamped down on Shane's cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Shane followed her over the edge a moment later with a loud groan, burying himself deep inside her as he came. Dina was right there with them, her fingers never stopping, drawing out Astrid's orgasm until she was a boneless, trembling mess. When it was over, they collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and spent flesh. Astrid was sandwiched between them, Shane's softening cock still inside her, Dina's arm wrapped around her. They lay there in the golden light of dawn, breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Shane kissed her shoulder, his lips soft and gentle. "See?" he murmured. "Always taken care of." Astrid smiled, her eyes drifting closed. Yeah. She was definitely taken care of.
The warmth of afterglow was thick around her, but even as Shane's breathing slowed and his weight settled against her side, Astrid felt it building again, an ache that had nothing to do with her spent muscles and everything to do with the woman pressed against her other hip. Dina's arm was draped over her belly, soft and possessive, and Astrid could feel the heat radiating off her skin, could smell the sex and sweat and something floral that was all Dina.
She turned her head, catching Dina's profile in the gray light. Dina's eyes were closed, a small smile on her lips, but Astrid's stare must have burned because Dina's lashes fluttered and she looked back, dark and questioning.
"Are you alright?" Dina whispered, her fingers stroking the swell of Astrid's belly.
Astrid shook her head slowly. "No."
Shane stirred, propping himself up to look at her with concern. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
Astrid didn't answer him. She reached out, her hand cupping Dina's cheek, her thumb tracing the line of Dina's jaw. The heat was undeniable, a physical pull stronger than her own exhaustion. She had just come harder than she had in months, had been filled and satisfied and worshipped, and still her body hummed with a need that was specific. Directed. Hungry.
"I need you again," Astrid breathed, her voice raw. "Right now. I need you, Dina."
Dina's eyes went dark, pupils swallowing the brown of her irises. "You just came so hard you nearly passed out."
"I don't care." Astrid's belly pressed between them as she shifted closer, her hand sliding from Dina's cheek down her neck, over her collarbone, until her fingers found Dina's breast and cupped it, thumb rolling over the taut nipple. "I need your mouth on me. I need to feel you. I can't wait."
Shane let out a low breath, his softening cock already stirring again against her thigh. He understood, she could see it in his eyes, the way her need ignited something in him too.
Watching them together undid him every time.
Astrid pushed herself up, her heavy belly making the movement awkward, but she didn't care about grace. She swung her leg over Dina's hips, straddling her, her wet cunt pressing against Dina's lower belly, the heat of skin on skin sending a jolt straight through her. She leaned down, her breasts brushing Dina's, her mouth finding hers in a kiss that was all tongue and desperation.
Dina moaned into it, her hands coming up to grip Astrid's hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding her in a slow grind against her belly. The friction was maddening, not quite enough, and Astrid whimpered against Dina's lips.
"Please," she gasped. "I need your tongue. Please."
Behind her, Shane moved, settling his back against the headboard. His hand found Astrid's shoulder, stroking down her spine, and when he spoke his voice was rough and low. "Put your legs over her shoulders, sweetheart. Let her taste you."
Astrid didn't hesitate. She shifted, turning her body, presenting her soaked pussy to Dina's face. She was tangled and awkward, her belly brushing against Dina's as she braced her hands on the mattress, but the position was perfect. She could feel Dina's breath on her folds, hot and eager.
Dina didn't waste a second. Her hands clamped on Astrid's ass, pulling her down, and her tongue dove into her slick heat.
Astrid cried out, her arms nearly buckling. Dina's tongue was relentless, flat and broad as it swept up her seam, lapping up her own cum and Shane's, tasting the evidence of their shared night on her tongue. Astrid's thighs trembled, her knees sliding on the sheet.
"Fuck," she gasped. "Yes, right there. Dina, fuck, your tongue feels so good."
Shane shifted up behind Astrid, his chest pressed to her back, his cock hard against the curve of her ass. He slid one hand around to cup her breast, kneading the heavy weight, while the other tangled in her hair and pulled her head back for a kiss.
"Doesn't she eat you like you deserve?" he murmured against her lips.
Astrid could only moan, her answer lost as Dina's tongue pressed into her, fucking her in slow, deep strokes before pulling out to circle her clit with torturous precision. The pressure was building fast, her body already primed from hours of pleasure, sensitive and oversaturated.
She looked down, over the curve of her pregnant belly, and saw Dina between her thighs, her dark eyes locked upward, watching Astrid fall apart. It was too much. The sight of her, the feel of her tongue, Shane's weight behind her and his cock sliding against her ass, it all crashed together.
"I'm coming," Astrid sobbed. "Oh fuck, I'm coming, don't stop."
Dina didn't stop. She latched onto Astrid's clit and sucked, hard, and Astrid came with a scream that was raw and desperate, her body bucking and grinding against Dina's face, her cunt clenching on nothing as wave after wave tore through her. Shane caught her, his arms banded around her chest, holding her up as she shuddered and twitched and finally collapsed forward onto Dina's body.
Dina kissed her way up Astrid's trembling body, over the swell of her belly, leaving a trail of wetness until she found Astrid's mouth. Astrid tasted herself on Dina's lips, and she kissed her back with weak, fluttering kisses, boneless and satisfied.
But Dina wasn't done with her. She rolled, reversing their positions, and Astrid felt herself pressed down into the mattress, Dina's body a warm weight settling over hers, careful of their bellies pressing together. Dina's mouth found her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, suckling hard enough to make Astrid gasp and arch.
"Tell me what you need," Dina whispered against her skin.
"You," Astrid breathed. "Just you. Everything."
Dina's hand slid between Astrid's thighs, two thick fingers pressing into her still-fluttering entrance. Astrid moaned, her hips bucking, taking them greedily. Dina pumped them slowly, curling up against that spot inside her, and Astrid felt herself spiraling toward another peak.
Shane moved to kneel beside them, his hand on his cock, stroking himself as he watched. "That's it," he grunted. "Make her come again on your fingers. I want to see her milk you."
Astrid reached for him blindly, her hand wrapping around his shaft, pulling him closer until she could take the head into her mouth. He tasted of salt and skin, and she sucked him deep as Dina fucked her with her fingers, thumb pressed hard on her clit.
The triple sensation was too much. Astrid came again, screaming around Shane's cock, her throat convulsing, her cunt clamping down so hard on Dina's fingers that she felt her own body shake with the force of it. Shane groaned, pulling out just in time, coming across her cheek and lips and breasts in hot streaks.
Dina pulled her fingers out slowly and brought them to her own mouth, licking Astrid's wetness off them with deliberate slowness, her eyes dark on Astrid's face.
Astrid lay there, trembling, covered in Shane's cum and her own slick, utterly spent. Shane collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, and Dina curled against her other side, their bodies a pile of satisfied, exhausted flesh.
"I think," Astrid managed, her voice hoarse and broken, "I'm finally empty."
Dina laughed softly, her hand resting on Astrid's stomach, feeling the baby kick in protest at all the commotion. "Good. Because I don't think I could move again if you begged me."
Shane kissed Astrid's temple, his voice warm. "Sleep, sweetheart. We'll be right here."
Astrid's eyes fluttered closed, and for the first time in months, she felt completely, utterly at peace.