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Special night | Alexia Putellas x Kika Nazareth x reader

+18 SMUT MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: BLOWJOB. FINGERING. LIGHT DOM/SUB. PRAISE KINK. MOMMY KINK. ORAL SEX. VAGINAL SEX. VOYEURISM STRAP-ONS. FACE-SITTING

A/N: If you see a mistake no you didn't, I'm sorry this is barely proofread and English is not my first language.

“And the driver was none the wiser?”

“Well, he didn’t end up charging a cleaning fee, so I’m assuming not.”

Alexia’s eyebrows raise, her expression reading as deeply impressed in a way that has Kika preening from where she’s perched on one of the benches, towel draped casually around her neck. “Kika, you saucy little minx,” she chuckles as she resumes racking weights and re-adjusting the plates, presumably resetting the equipment after their drills. She’d been grumbling all afternoon about the “mess” the younger players left behind, and it seems to be the only thing keeping them late at the gym today.

Kika runs a hand through her sweat-damp hair, as tousled as the training ground after a scrimmage. “I’m very proud of you, though. I think she likes to think she’s a quiet little mouse in the sack, but that’s probably just her mind protecting her from the thought of our neighbors knowing what it sounds like when she’s coming for me.”

A snort escapes Alexia. “Has there ever been a time when you haven’t been pulling the most ungodly noises out of that woman. I feel like when I sat in the gym the other day, she saw you doing that arm work, I swear I heard someone choke.”

“Could’ve been anyone, but likely her,” Kika says with a smirk, idly examining her nails. Gods, how intoxicating it is to have such a complete hold on you.

“She will really let you do anything to her, though,” Alexia observes. “The cold Swedish football princess doesn’t seem like the type to let just anyone fingerblast her in the backseat of a rideshare.”

“You know firsthand how persuasive I can be, Alexia,” Kika reminds with a heavy note of flirtation. Then again, that tends to be the most commonplace communication happening between the two of them, so the heaviness isn't entirely out of place, even if Alexia eyes her with a hint of reproach.

“I’d watch your mouth if I were you. You've been jealous of me before; I’d like to not have a repeat performance.”

Kika scoffs lightly, leaning back on the bench and arching her back somewhat as the scoff tilts into a laugh. “A repeat performance of my princess jealousy, or of our…”

“Kika,” Alexia interrupts before she can finish, earning another laugh.

“Oh, Alexia, you know you would be invited if we ever did anything again.”

They both pause, Alexia’s eyebrows shooting up again, this time in surprise and amusement as the meaning of Kika’s statement sinks into her mind.

“Was that a proposition?” Alexia asks.

“I…” Kika blinks, and then blinks again, forcing herself to move past her own shock. “I didn’t mean for it to be.”

Maybe Kika has gotten too comfortable, too close, with their usual flirting. Seems to have gotten her wires crossed somewhere, clearly.

“It certainly sounded like one,” Alexia replies with a hint of a smile, unable to resist a spot of teasing. “You haven’t asked me to participate in a threesome with you in a long time.”

A slew of images cascade through Kika’s mind, images of Alexia with her front to Cata’s back as Patri sank into Kika, her skin already glittering in the low light of the candles she’d lit; images of her and Alexia kissing in front of and around the thickness of Patri’s strap.

“What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours, Kika?” Alexia breathes, her work abandoned as she rests her chin in her hands. “Speak to me, and do try to make it coherent.”

Kika flips her off quickly, on instinct, before saying in a soft tone unbefitting of the new thoughts swirling in her mind: “I’d have to talk to you first. As far as I’ve pushed her, it’s always been a conversation first.”

“Understood,” Alexia replies with a sharp grin. Her eyes slide to the time in big clock on the wall , and then to the door of the gym, and then to Kika again. “Go home and get some rest. Consider your options.”

“And your answer to this… proposition?” Kika asks.

Alexia’s grin only widens, “You already know my answer.”

And Kika does.

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Kika sits in on that conversation for some time. It comes to mind every time she has you naked and begging, at the mercy of her hands, what it would be like if there were another pair of hands involved. How would Alexia fit into the dynamic, really. When they had their trysts with the other women, her and Alexia shared the dominant role, only ceding some of it to Lucy when they were with her; otherwise, they were in charge.

But one-on-one with Kika, Alexia has always been in charge.

But one-on-one with you, Kika has always been in charge.

There’s much to think about.

You're getting ready for some media work about two weeks later, Kika lazily watches you from where she’s wrapped up tastefully in the sheets rumpled by their luxurious morning sex. You are freshly showered and blow-dried, checking your hair and the alignment of your outfit in the mirror, when Kika clicks her tongue and gets up to fix something herself. She turns you easily, you pliant under her hands, and Kika grins at the way your eyes immediately trek downward to the peaks and valleys of her nude body.

“Your collar is crooked,” Kika murmurs as she straightens it out, fingers curling into it to pull you close enough for a sweet kiss before lowering from her toes and patting it down. “There.”

“Somehow, I feel like my collar was fine. Was this just a ploy to get me to kiss you?” you ask with a wry smile.

“A lady never tells her secrets,” Kika retorts, and then leans in again, whispering against your lips, “But, is it working?”

You chuckle into the kiss and let your arms come to wrap around Kika’s waist, the two of you exchanging sweet nothings for a few moments before Kika’s mouth gets ahead of her.

“Would you ever want to have sex with Alexia?” Kika asks.

You, still a little glossed over from the making out, manage an intelligent: “Huh?”

“Would you ever want to have sex with Alexia?” Kika repeats.

“Why would I want to have sex with Alexia?” you respond with a hard blink. “Why…why do you ask?”

“I’m just asking in general. If the time and place were right, would you ever want to have sex with Alexia?”

“You keep asking me that, like I’m not dating you,” you point out.

Kika shakes her head. “Remove me from the equation.”

“But I love you.”

“Baby, please, just humor me.”

You open your mouth, eyes narrowing as you try to formulate a response to a question Kika feels like is rather cut and dry, but is apparently much more thought provoking than she meant it to be. The whole point of it being direct and not about the threesome, at least to start, was to gauge interest in general, but clearly that has backfired.

“You’re going to be late, and I’d like an answer sooner rather than later,” Kika teases.

“I mean….I don’t know?” you manage, and Kika groans.

“Baby, you’re killing me.”

“Why are you asking me if I want to have sex with Alexia!” you exclaim. “I need….like.. context!” You pause, eyes wide, and look at Kika almost frightened. “Oh my gods, does Alexia want to have sex with me? Did she tell you that? Is that why you’re asking? Kika, I know we discussed ethical non-monogamy when we talked about an open or closed relationship, but I thought we agreed we were going to be exclusive and Alexia was just a fri…”

Kika waves her hands in front of you. “Baby, slow down. I don’t want to include Alexia in our romantic relationship, and I’m not asking my next question because I’m dissatisfied with our current sexual relationship. I’m actually quite thrilled by it, and by you, so...would you ever consider having a threesome with you, me, and Alexia?” Kika completes in a rush of breath.

Your eyes are wide, your brows furrowed, and you just stare.

Kika is starting to feel a little like she just fucked everything up.

“Please say something before I think I broke you,” Kika says after a solid minute of silent staring.

“A threesome?”

“I’m gonna put a shirt on.”

“You and Alexia want to have a threesome with me?”

“Really, it’s more like I want to have a threesome with you and Alexia, but if you’d prefer it described that way, yes,” Kika replies quickly as she grabs an overly large shirt and pulls it on so there are no more distractions.

You make a strangled noise as you lift your hair out of the collar of the shirt.

“You can obviously say no, it was just an idea I had.”

This time, you are at least moving while she’s speechless, running a hand through her hair as her jaw works up and down from clenched to relaxed and back.

“If it makes you feel better, Alexia’s great in bed?” Kika tries.

You blink at her.

“Have you had threesomes before?” you whisper.

Kika bites her lip.

Nods

“With who?” you ask, almost sounding like you’re gargling stones in a river, your words both wet and grating.

“I’m almost nervous to tell you.”

“Do it anyway.”

Kika takes a deep breath, and her face pulls into a slight wince as she says, “Patri, Jana, and Claudia.”

“Patri?!” you exclaimed. “I can’t believe you had, you had sex with my best friend while we were broken up!”

“To be fair, I wasn’t alone; Alexia was also there.”

“And… and Jana?” you continue, sounding like you’re beginning to spiral, your gestures increasing in fervor. “Claudia? I’m just..”

“I shouldn’t have brought this up when you have to go to a media day.”

You, at that, laugh loudly and rub your eyes with the heels of your palms. “Fuck, Kika, you…I can’t even…I have so many thoughts right now. I’m having so many thoughts right now, and I have to go to work.”

“Good or bad?” Kika asks with a wrinkle of her nose.

You make another strangled, river stone gargling noise as you gesture vaguely in a ‘kinda,’ at least to Kika’s perception.

“Just think about it,” she finally says, reaching out to smooth out invisible wrinkles in your outfit just to give herself something to do before she goes mental. “Consider it, and you can say no at any time, as usual and discussed. And it will not change anything about our current relationship, whether you say yes or no.”

“Uh-huh,” you agreed.

“I love you,” Kika adds as she leans up to give you a quick peck. “I just want what’s best for you in the end, so take your time.”

“I know.”

Kika smiles. “Say it back.”

A soft little smile spreads on your face, the confusion finally falling away. “I love you too, Kika.”

Kika glances over at the alarm clock on the nightstand and gives you a swift pat on the ass. “You'd better get going or you’ll be late.”

“Oh my gods, I have to go work,” you groan. “How am I gonna think about anything else?”

“I’m sorry,” Kika replies with another wince. “Just try not to think about it!”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen. All I see in my head is you and Alexia… doing.”

Kika purses her lips and then asks, “Do we at least look good?”

“Kika.”

“Sorry.”

“I have to… I have to go…fuck,” you curse. You grab your bag from next to the door, and Kika follows you, wringing her hands a little. When you catch that, you reach out to disentangle her fingers and hold one of her hands in your own, pulling Kika in by it to kiss her. “This is… this is not a no,” you continue. “I am going to think about it, seriously.” Your eyes darken a little, and you flex your jaw. “No promises, but I’ll try to get back to you at the end of the week.”

“Don’t give yourself a deadline on my behalf. Take all the time you need,” Kika assures.

“I’m gonna go.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Kiss?”

“Like you have to ask.”

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Kika is shocked when you get back to her with your answer.

A resounding yes.

From there, it’s an immediate flurry of planning. Trying to find a shared free time alone is often a trial, but adding Alexia’s in is a whole other level of scheduling hell. Eventually, Kika proposes that it happens on a weekend where she and you would usually have a date night because they normally have the day reserved entirely for them, and really, she says, they are planning on still spending the day together, Alexia will just also be with them for the ride.

You don't mind that at all, it seems, judging by the way you blush when Alexia eyes you hungrily from across the table when you suggest a negotiation.

Kika can’t help but smile at how obvious you are. It’s cute.

By the end of their planning brunch, they have a video call planned while Alexia is abroad, making some promotions of her Nike clothing line so they can negotiate the terms of the threesome, and by the end of that, they all have a clear idea of what will be happening the following weekend.

Kika doesn’t want to think that she’s never been more excited for something, but this… she’s pretty damn excited about this.

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The plan is for Alexia to arrive after dinner, 9 o’clock sharp.

Dinner is light but enough to give you both the energy that will be sorely needed for the night ahead of them. More preparations have already been completed by the time dinner rolls around: you changed the linens in your old room while Kika made sure everything they’d need was ready and available at an arm’s reach.

The bedroom thing was something you stipulated in the negotiation: nothing sexual with Alexia would be occurring in the bed you shared with Kika. Anywhere else in the house was fair game, and obviously the spare bedroom, but the master bedroom was off the table.

Alexia agreed to that readily and understandingly.

Now, you are washing the dishes from dinner, and Kika has slipped away to change out of her date night dress and into something more befitting of the situation. It’s certainly not her lingerie that shows off the most of her body, but you'd never seen this piece before: a short, deep blue nightgown hemmed in flowered lace that ends just above her midthigh, showing off her usually favored amount of leg when she’s in a seductive mood. There’s a thick strip of solid fabric before, around where her navel transitions into her belly, the sheer lace reappears and climbs up her torso to cup her breasts, held up by boning specially requested to support her breasts. Custom, just for her, and perfect for the night.

Kika tousles her hair in the mirror, leaving it down because she knows you like that best, and in that moment, there’s a knock on the door.

The front door.

Your footsteps echo down the hall to the master, and then the front door opens, and Kika hears muffled greetings being shared between you and Alexia.

She needs to hurry up.

The garters slide on easily, snug around the wide parts of her thighs, and she clips the stockings in with little fumbling before stepping into her heels.

That’s another thing they agreed on. At least, that she and Alexia agreed on.

Let you think that while, yes, this was a heavily planned encounter, that it would just be about the sex.

No, no, no.

Kika and Alexia have a production planned to make this night out of this world.

Alexia had joked you might never wanna go back to how their sex was before, and Kika just laughed.

Kika steps out of the master, the click of her heels indeed alerting you and Alexia, and she walks into the room steadily, one hand on her hip and the other loose at her side as she smirks at the little vision before her.

You are enamored with her immediately, eyes trained on the hallway before Kika has even stepped out. There’s already red lipstick on your mouth, and it’s certainly not Kika’s.

And Alexia, gods.

Alexia’s coat is hanging in the entry, leaving her in just a red bustier that can barely contain her breasts, and her own panties and heels.

“Did you drive all the way here wearing only that and a coat, mi reina?” Kika teases as she sits beside you, not waiting for Alexia to answer before grabbing your chin to bring you into a kiss of her own, writing over the claim Alexia made on you.

“I did, yes,” Alexia replies easily. Her hand is on your thigh, rubbing out then in, the perfectly rounded tips of her red nails grazing ever closer to the crotch of your pants. “I figured it wasn’t worth doing a quick change in the bathroom. Would ruin the experience.”

Kika pulls away and smirks at the love drunk look on your face.

“Besides, I wanted to see this one’s face when she let me in and I… well, let my body do the talking,” Alexia continues.

“That reminds me,” Kika breathes. “Where’s my greeting kiss?”

Alexia grins and plants the hand not on your thigh right between your slightly spread legs before leaning across your lap to meet Kika’s waiting lips, the two of them exchanging a deep, lazy kiss right in front of you, whose only reaction is to pant softly into the space your girlfriend and your girlfriend’s best friend are occupying.

“Gods, I missed how you taste,” Alexia whispers.

“There’s plenty more of me to taste tonight, if you’re patient,” Kika promises.

Alexia’s eyebrow lifts ever so slightly, a familiar expression of intrigue crossing her face.

“But it’s not just us,” Kika continues, pulling back and pressing herself further into your side with a grin as she folds her legs up beneath you on the couch. “We have someone else to take care of as well as ourselves, don’t we, mi reina?” she asks, dragging her fingers through your hair and curling a lock of it between her fingers as she looks innocently at you.

Your jaw is slack, caught between staring at Kika and staring at Alexia, whose hand is still stroking maddeningly close, surely, to the fly of your slacks and, more important, your likely aching cunt.

“How could I ever forget this sweet girl” Alexia coos with a smirk. “How could I forget the chance you’ve given me to ruin such a delicate flower”

Your eyes widen, finally choosing Alexia to focus on. “Ruin?” you ask meekly.

“It’ll be fun,” Kika whispers, kissing the shell of your ear. “Trust me.”

Alexia’s expression is wicked as she taps on the button of your slacks. “Do you want these off?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

Kika chuckles at the thinly veiled desperation already present in your words, and Alexia seems to recognize it too.

“I wish I could help you with that,” Alexia murmurs, kissing your cheek, tucking your hair behind your shoulder, before going down to your jaw, your neck, then back up to your ear like Kika had. “Unfortunately, that would be me going far too easy on you tonight, dear. Kika told me the first time you two had sex, all that time ago,” Alexia whispers in a continuation, her voice serene and still, almost with a lilt of curiosity. “That you came untouched.”

“No,” you whimper.

Kika grins and kisses your jaw. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands from us tonight, darling.”

“No, she’s not,” Alexia chuckles. “As much as I’d love to see if I could reproduce this effect, I don’t believe I have quite the same pull, but I will settle for a little…” And she brings her hand inward, shifting a little bit behind you to angle her arm better, as she presses over the seam of your slacks. “A little over the pants touching. See if I can’t get you nice and soaked through these slacks before I make you come in them.”

You moan softly at the first contact, squirming between the two of them as Alexia presses in lightly, just enough to elicit a response. You know you can be a quick shot, but you also know you’ve got a lot of rounds in you.

Kika grabs your chin again, turning you so she can smile at you, take in your blown pupils, eclipsing your irises completely. You feel an arousal pulse in your center at the wreckage they’ve already wrought, and how there’s still hours left in the night. And Kika kisses you, slipping her tongue in beside your own. Kika swallows the sounds Alexia’s pulling from you, delighting in the changes in their intensity as Alexia varies her pressure and movements.

“Why are you muffling my hard work, Kika?” Alexia asks.

“Is it a crime to want to kiss my girlfriend?” Kika retorts.

“When it’s ruining my aural experience of this threesome, yes.”

In the time it takes for Kika to try and come up with a comeback for that, Alexia presses in, and you gasp and moan loudly at a very firm circle on her clit that Kika can only imagine is shooting fire through your body.

“There you are,” Alexia coos. “Just the sounds I want to hear from my pets.”

Your eyes go lidded as you look at Alexia, and Alexia just grins at you.

“Don’t you wish Alexia were actually touching you, dear?” Kika chuckles as she starts unbuttoning your shirt, a simple, short sleeved button down that she shrugs out of easily, leaving you in a just as simple bra. “Don’t you wish she would reach under your panties and actually give you what you want?”

“Yes,” you breathe, gasp, arch as Alexia firms up again. “Yes, please, Alexia. Please.”

Alexia tuts. “I told you what I’m here for. These pants aren’t coming off until you’ve soaked them in cum.”

Kika digs her nails into your knee to ground herself, trying not to let Alexia’s words affect her as much as her brain wants to. There’s something about Alexia that is just a perfect exultation in dominance, in power. Her words could send anyone to their knees, but staring across her writhing girlfriend at Alexia has her feeling hot and wet, and she can only imagine how your underwear is faring if Kika is already slipping under Alexia’s remarkably effortless sway.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Kika asks, then. She kisses your shoulder, undoes your bra, and tosses it and the shirt aside to be cleaned up later.

“Not good enough,” you whine.

“Aww, is this not giving you what you need to do what I want?” Alexia chuckles as she starts to speed up, and Kika can see a dark spot growing between your legs. “I know you’ve come untouched before, and I’m touching you now. Surely, that should be enough. Right, Kika?”

“Sometimes all it takes is a little talk,” Kika says softly, remembering your first time.

Alexia grins and presses her forehead into your temple, still circling between your legs as her finest weapon, her tongue, prepares its next series of strikes.

“Is that all it takes?” Alexia prompts. “What kind of dirty talk do you like, beautiful?”

“I…I don’t know,” you whimper.

Kika feels her heart speed up.

“You don’t seem like the type to be degraded,” Alexia observes softly, a certain level of thoughtfulness crossing her face as her hand slows, only making you groan. “But you also didn’t seem the type to have a threesome, so perhaps, perhaps you could surprise me.”

“You’re just taunting her now, Alexia,” Kika chuckles.

“Oh, I know.”

“Cruel.”

“I’m just trying to puzzle you out,” she purrs, kissing your ear again. “Are you a bad girl?” she asks, but there is no reaction.

“A good girl,” she continues, and Kika watches as your eyelids flutter and your thighs squeeze around Alexia’s hand. “Ah… I’ve found it,” she chuckles. “All I want from you right now, you, is for you to come. Same as you.”

You moan loudly as Alexia presses with the full breadth of her palm against your clit. She begins to circle.

“You’ve soaked your slacks so thoroughly, Kika may need to have the couch steam cleaned,” Alexia chuckles. “Such a naughty little thing, making more work for her when all you’ve done is sit here and take it. Once I’m done with you, oh, once I’m done with you,” She trails off, quickening her pace, and your breath catches in your chest, unable to take more in, and Kika squeezes your hand as Alexia makes eye contact with you. “Then Kika and I will have our fun.”

“Fuck, fuck, Alexia,” you whine. “Fuck, please, I’m so close, Alexia, fuck me, gods…”

“Such a good girl, begging me to make her come,” Alexia grits out, jaw clenched as Kika can only imagine an ache has sparked in her arm from her fervor. “Are you gonna come in your pants, without me even touching you properly?” She laughs darkly, the melody turning downward as Kika pinches your nipples and Alexia purrs into her ear, “Be a good girl and come for mummy.”

Kika inhales sharply and feels herself clench around nothing as you arch off the couch, your hands shooting out either side of you to grab a piece of both Kika and Alexia, the sudden orgasm rocketing through you.

Alexia palms you through it roughly until you are panting unevenly, sounding almost like you’re hyperventilating, and Kika reaches out to touch Alexia’s hand and still it.

“Such a good girl,” Kika breathes, kissing your cheek. “Well done, baby.”

“I’m never gonna be able to wear these pants again,” you gasp as you catch your breath.

“Not without thinking of me, dear,” Alexia teases.

They share a laugh about that, the scene breaking for but a moment before Alexia’s standing. “Kika, dear?”

“Yes, Alexia?” she replies with a grin, turning out of your side.

“Are you going to be strong enough to get her to the bedroom, because I don’t intend on having you ravish me on the couch. Too juvenile,” Alexia says with a slide of her eyes toward you, who just stares back at her glossily, maybe not even taking in the implications there.

“I can help her,” Kika replies.

“Good girl,” Alexia says with a grin, reaching down to cup Kika’s chin and tilt her head up so their eyes are locked as she says it. It makes the smile slide off her own face, replaced by hunger, wonder, lust.

Kika does as instructed, helping you up onto your jellied knees and up the stairs to the spare bedroom, where Alexia tells you to undress the rest of the way and enjoy some time spent reclined. Enjoy some time spent observing.

Alexia, then, turns her attention to Kika and crooks a finger at her. “Come here, pet. It’s time mummy got some attention.

Kika walks over, Alexia coils some of her hair around her hand and tugs backward, eliciting a gasp that opens her mouth up for Alexia’s tongue to pierce inward. She moans into the kiss, into the tight, radiating pain in her scalp, as Alexia drinks from her lips, devouring her without having to do more than simply be.

“Fuck,” Kika curses as Alexia’s teeth latch onto her bottom lip harshly.

“I intend for you to,” comes the smart reply as Alexia drags Kika to the ground by her hair, sending her harshly to her knees.

Kika swears as her knees hit the hardwood with a thunk. She sees you jerk up a bit, but Kika minutely shakes her head and mouths I'm okay to get you to relax again. Then, Kika looks up at Alexia, looming above her with an air of imperiousness. From the position below her, to the derision in Alexia’s eyes, to the pain in her knees, everything is so achingly familiar. You would never be so rough with her, and Kika would never want you to be… But Alexia brings out a different need in Kika.

“Take my panties off, pet, would you?” Alexia breathes, finally releasing the grip on Kika’s hair.

Kika raises her hands to do so, but Alexia grabs them out of the air before they can meet the elastic, and Kika glares at her. “What are you doing? Using your hands would be too easy, Kika,” she states as if the answer is obvious. “I want you to do it with your teeth.”

You inhale sharply behind her, but Kika can only focus on the sharp pulse of arousal that spears down into her gut, throbbing deep in her core as she takes in Alexia’s command.

“Well?” Alexia prompts. “We don’t have all night, pet.”

Kika exhales shakily and leans up on her knees, crossing her ankles behind her to kick off her heels in the process. She noses at Alexia’s hip, kissing around the band of her panties before trying to grasp them with her teeth, failing at the first two passes as they simply snaps back to Alexia’s skin.

“You can do better than that, surely,” Alexia chuckles. “Don’t you want to go down on me?”

Kika rolls her eyes and tries a third time, this time biting, pulling away, and then using her lips to hold and drag them down Alexia’s thick thighs. Once she’s reached the other woman’s knees, she lets the panties drop the rest of the way to the floor, and Alexia takes the opportunity to step out of them and her heels, situating them at the end of the bed tastefully before she seats herself on the edge.

“There we go.” Alexia reaches behind her own back to start undoing the clasps of her bustier, and Kika stares up at her hungrily from the floor as, clasp by clasp, the garment begins to lean away from Alexia’s skin, until she tosses it away easily, and Kika has a full view of the gentle rise and fall of her breasts with her breath. She runs a hand through her sleek hair before spreading her legs to reveal her arousal, cunt glistening between them, mouthwateringly open to Kika. “Go ahead, then, pet. Feast.”

And Kika does.

Kika is voracious. Where Alexia devoured her in a kiss, Kika devoured her at the cunt. She licks and sucks and laps, everywhere and everlasting. Her chin and nose are slick within moments as she goes down on Alexia with a single-minded focus, her old tricks coming back to mind as Alexia moans and guides her by the hair, tugging and smoothing as she works.

You would never have guessed they had spent time apart sexually with how quickly Kika works her up, with how quickly Alexia’s breaths begin to come in pants rather than measured huffs, her thighs beginning to tremble on either side of Kika’s head. She’s still domineering throughout it all, murmuring commands just loud enough for you to hear behind her, lighter, harder, faster, more, my clit, my hole, touch me , and in what feels like both an eternity and no time at all Alexia is coming for Kika, clenching on three of Kika’s fingers as she tongues firmly and sharply over her clit, pulling the most debaucherous noises out of her before she pulls away, painted in slick.

“You have certainly not forgotten how to please me, Kika,” Alexia breathes once she’s recovered, threading her fingers through Kika’s hair to soothe the irritation she inflicted.

Kika hums and licks her lips before dragging her hand over her face to clean the rest of her face. “I have quite an exceptional memory of your body.”

“Let’s see if mine holds up for yours,” Alexia purrs as she begins to scoot back on the bed, beckoning Kika to undress and come closer until their positioning has Kika on her back beside you with Alexia straddling one of her thighs. “And feel free to continue enjoying the show, beautiful."

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” you replied, looking between the two of them darkly.

Alexia kisses Kika soundly as her hands wander, pushing her legs apart as her mouth descends to her neck, her heaving chest. She begins to nip and suck at her breasts, denying each of them any significant amount of attention in favor of teasing both equally. Kika squirms as one of Alexia’s hands begins to creep up between her legs, flattening on her navel as her thumb pulls up the pierced hood of her clit. Alexia takes one look at it, and Kika takes one last full breath, before there are hands and tongues and teeth. Two fingers press inward as her palm grinds on her clit, her mouth renewing its attack on her breasts as she gasps and heaves for air.

Kika turns to the side to look at you, her eyelids drooping and her eyes watering a little. After so long of giving and observing, she gets to receive, and her poor body has been so wound up that now the stimulus is almost too much, scattering sparks through her prostrate body as Alexia descends on her. But all she has eyes for is you, and her eyes trail over your body down to where you are fucking yourself, one hand curling its fingers within you as the other massages your clit.

“Enjoying the… the show?” Kika asks, breath hitching mid-sentence as Alexia sucks a bruise into her neck.

You nod. Your mouth is open, but all that comes out are whimpers, whines, and moans. Together, they’re like a chorus of obscenity, only interrupted by Alexia’s stray dirty talk.

“Kiss me,” Kika commands softly as she feels her orgasm cresting. “Kiss me,” she repeats without waiting for an answer.

You stare at her, and you both crane your necks toward each other, and your lips are the only things in place to muffle the scream that erupts from Kika as Alexia makes her come, stars bursting behind her eyelids as she arches off the bed before tearing away from you to cry and gasp.

The three of them settle, Alexia lying at Kika’s other side, as they both lazily watch you bring yourself to a second climax, certainly more subdued than the one Kika just experienced. It feels like time doesn’t exist at this moment, the three of you lazily sharing kisses as your bodies come back into focus, the heaviness of orgasm escaping them.

Yet, there is more to do.

A finale, of sorts.

Alexia is the one to move first, stalking over to the dresser where she begins to rifle through drawers until she pulls out a harness already fitted with a dildo for the wearer. She chuckles at it before grabbing another large, thick at the base dildo and turning back. You are propping yourself up on your elbows to watch, and Kika is still a little dazed from her orgasm.

“Are either of you going to help me with this, or am I going to have to do all the bloody work myself?”

That spurs you into action, Kika not far behind.

Alexia moves some of the straps away from the inner dildo in the harness and holds it out between them, her expression brokering no nonsense as she firmly and explicitly states, “Suck.”

Kika, ever receptive and used to Alexia’s commands, dives in to wet the dildo before you can even process what’s been asked. It fits easily in her mouth, smaller than some of the dildos she’s done blowjobs on for you, and she slicks it up easily before pulling back, a string of her saliva breaking with her movements.

“Good girl,” Alexia praises, grabbing the back of Kika’s neck to drag her in for a deep kiss. “Now, help me get this onto her.”

You blink as you’re abruptly bracketed in by two bodies, Alexia and Kika’s chests grazing you as they, as a unit, help Alexia step into the harness and raise it up to her hips. Kika, in front of her, smiles and very gently whispers, “Are you ready?” to which you nod, Alexia then pushes you onto the bed, urging you up to get comfortable on the pillows as Alexia fits the other dildo she had grabbed into the ring of the harness, making sure to jostle the harness enough that you can start getting some pleasure from the length within you.

“Is this gonna be another thing where one of you guys is just gonna watch, or..?” you start, a little breathy from Alexia’s purposeful rocking.

Kika climbs up onto the bed on her knees, shuffling over to kneel beside your head.

“What are you doing up here?” you whisper.

“I’m going to sit on your face, darling,” Kika says with a fond grin.

Your mouth drops open a little as you glance between Alexia, who has finally fit her chosen cock into the harness’s ring and is now lubing it generously, and then Kika beside your head.

“Can I get a color from you, darling?" Kika prompts.

“Green,” you replied immediately.

“Good girl,” Kika coos, tracing a lock of your hair down to the end. “You remember what to do if you can’t breathe?”

“Mhm.”

Kika leans down to share a sweet kiss with you before swinging her leg over your head, shimmying into place, and remaining aloft as she stares across the twitching plane of your torso to Alexia, two of her fingers splitting the lips of your cunt as she uses her other hand to angle the cock toward her opening.

“What are you waiting for?” Kika asks.

Alexia glances up at her, letting the tip enter her slightly as she grins. “You, darling. Take the lead.”

And Kika settles, lowers, and moans as your mouth is immediately on her, tongue parting her swiftly as you familiarize yourself with the territory between Kika’s legs. She leans forward, back arching and with her hands planted on either side of your torso, a shiver wracking her body at the immediate intensity of your mouth on her, renewing the sensitivity from the orgasm Alexia gave her minutes earlier.

Alexia sinks, then, and the noise you make is swallowed by Kika’s cunt, vibrating up into her and making her eyelids twitch and flutter.

“You have divine taste in straps, Kika, I must say,” Alexia sighs as she spears herself, slowing as she nears the thicker base. Her hips jog forward, encouraging it deeper and deeper until she’s settled fully.

“Are you just going to sit there and cockwarm while you watch me, then?” Kika teases. A bead of sweat slips down her back at a trickling pace, doing nothing to cool her off from the burning heat of your mouth on her, from the arousal pulsing through her body as she stares across at Alexia, bare, beautiful, and now bouncing on the strap-on attached to you, tearing visceral noises out of you that only heighten Kika’s enjoyment.

“Just wanted to make sure we were all ready for me to start,” Alexia chuckles, leaning forward and reaching out to steady Kika so she can kiss her, both of them propping each other up over you as they ride.

From there it’s ecstasy. Kika is throbbing, watching as Alexia takes her fill of you, listening as you react to the thrusting of the length inside of you, feeling your reactions vibrating deep into her soaking cunt. A feedback loop of pleasure for the three of them, from Alexia, to you, to Kika, to Alexia…

Kika screams as her orgasm tears through her, the tightness in her gut contracting to a singularity before exploding outward, her body taut as her hips jerk hastily against your mouth, chasing, smothering, choking the air out of you. Kika spares a wayward thought for her girlfriend’s breath, but there’s only the burning pleasure anchored to your mouth, and then Alexia is kissing her again, biting her lip, and into their liplock, Alexia sighs out her own climax, fingers tightening on Kika’s neck to ground herself as she moans.

Tap, tap, tap.

Kika is coherent enough to recognize the signal, and Kika crawls off of you as quickly as her weak knees will allow her to move. The gasp for air is loud, but it does nothing more than make Kika giggle as she collapses beside you.

“You were suffocating her, Kika,” Alexia laughs. And then, a moment of consideration later, “Could be that you were waterboarding her. She looks like she’s just been resuscitated from drowning, wet face and all.”

“Fuck…” Kika pants.

“Have you come, dear?” Alexia asks, directed at you, because she’s probably more than aware of Kika’s own orgasm. She’s never been a quiet cummer.

“Yup,” you replied intelligently, still panting.

Kika moves as best she can, so her head is on the pillow next to you, and she lets her hand rest on your chest, feeling the rise and fall of your rapid, gasping breaths and the pulse of your heart.

“I’m sorry for almost drowning you, darling,” Kika whispers, earning a giggle.

Alexia grins at both of you as she does the menial work of removing the harness from you, dropping it off in the bathroom before leaning in the doorway to observe you both as Kika pulls you in for a soft kiss.

“How quaint,” Alexia says dryly after a few moments.

Kika rolls her eyes and props herself up on her elbows to look at Alexia. “Are you still anti-cuddling post-threesome?”

“I’m not anti-cuddling post-threesome,” Alexia retorts smartly. “I’m just a busy woman with a very particular affinity for my own mattress when not engaging in sexual intercourse.”

“That was a lot of words to say you wanna go home and sleep in your own bed,” you mutter to no one in particular.

Kika chuckles and sits up fully, scooting to the edge of the bed. “So this is goodbye, then?”

“Until next time,” Alexia teases, walking up to Kika and kissing her tenderly. “Pass that one on to her, for me. I do not have the energy to go around this bed right now.”

You giggle, and Kika nods.

“Goodnight, Alexia,” Kika says. “Thank you.”

“Goodnight, girls,” Alexia replies with a grin. “Sleep well.”

“Oh, we will,” you say. “Goodnight, Alexia.”

Alexia runs a hand through Kika’s tangled hair before stepping out of the bedroom. She can be heard going down the stairs, and then the front door opens and shuts with finality.

“I’m going to go lock that,” Kika says, groaning as she stands up and stretches. “Fuck me.”

There’s a wet smack of your lips behind her, poised to say something, but before she can, Kika continues, “Not an invitation. I can’t feel my pussy right now.”

“I was going to ask if you could help me down the stairs to the bedroom.”

Kika gives you a dry look over her shoulder. “Sure.”

You just grin at her, putting your hands up. “Hey, believe me if you want. I really just wanna take a shower with you then pass out.”

“Mmm… alright. Acceptable.”

Between the two of them, you manage to lock the front door, clean up the dirty laundry from the bedroom and living room, set things to wash, and then hop in the shower to clean each other up. It’s mainly a silent affair, just quietly doing the necessary chores before finishing the night washing their backs and rinsing the sweat from their bodies.

You both tumble into bed after switching the linens to the dryer to be dealt with in the morning, you wrapping around Kika as the news drones on from their TV.

“Did you have fun?” Kika asks.

You hum an affirmative.

“Fun like this was a one-time thing to try, or fun like you’d do it again?”

“I haven’t thought that far ahead,” you replied. “I’ll get back to you in three to five business days.”

Kika giggles and kisses your knuckles before letting her hands wrap around your stomach and pull you in tight. “Fine, fine. I’ll prod your brain at a later date. For now…”

“Sleep?”

“Sleep.”

“I love you, Kika.”

“I love you too, darling.”

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