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Worth the Wait

This is a story requested by @sapphosuplex a little while back — I’m sorry it took so long to get it out, but I hope you enjoy it!! 🤗🤗

~~~~~~~~~~ The reader has had fantasies of being with her best friend, Charlotte Flair, since she met her. That desire has only strengthened since the night her girlfriend, Becky Lynch, forced her to imagine that she was Charlotte. There has always been an undeniable tension between the three of them. And tonight may just be the night they all decide that tension can no longer be ignored….

This is meant as a follow-up to “Jealous”, but you won’t be lost if you haven’t read that one first!

Warning: This story contains three-way lesbian smut!

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Becky hasn’t let me forget the day of the Kentucky Derby. The way Charlotte and I flirted the entire time, the way we danced together as she looked on… and the way she punished me for it that night. None of her reminders have been malicious, of course — but rather playful, teasing, made with an implied wink.

Sometimes when Charlotte and I are talking and laughing together, I’ll catch Becky smirking at me, one of those expressive eyebrows raised. Unfailingly, I feel my cheeks begin to burn as I struggle to feign nonchalance.

After that night, the tension I always felt between the three of us seemed even stronger. It must be in my own head, of course. How could it not be, with that memory of calling out Charlotte’s name with Becky’s face between my thighs? Then again, it hadn’t escaped my notice that Becky seemed to be more openly flirty toward Charlotte. And Charlotte… well, she had always been flirtatious in general. Especially toward Becky. Especially tonight….

“Dude, can you believe our luck? An open bar??” I was ecstatic as I picked up two of the shot glasses from the bar.

“Just as we deserve.” Charlotte lifted her chin and raised an eyebrow, acting in the snooty manner of her character. “They should be glad The Queen has graced the room with her presence.”

“And The Man, and… well, me.” I beamed at her.

Charlotte patted me on the head and sat in a patronizing voice, “And darling, you are the best part of that whole equation.” She gave me a wink and we started back toward Becky.

Today the first all-female show WWE would be putting on had been announced, and we’d been on our way out of the hotel to celebrate — until we stumbled across a raging party right here and invited ourselves in. I nudged Charlotte as we approached the dance floor, where Becky had inexplicably chosen to remain behind while we went for another round.

“And we didn’t even need to drown her in tequila.” I side-eyed Charlotte as we watched Becky dancing in an uncharacteristically scandalous way. Well, dancing was uncharacteristic of her to begin with, but maybe “Stranglehold”, which was blasting through the wall of speakers, had influenced her somehow. We watched as her body undulated slowly, hands running up her body until she crossed her arms over her head, eyes closed as if in rapture.

“I’ll give her something to drown in.” Charlotte returned my side-eye with a smirk.

“Not fair!” I feigned upset. “What’s left for me then, huh?”

“Oh, honey, I never said you’d be left out.” Charlotte stepped away from me, backing toward Becky on the dance floor. She stuck her tongue out suggestively and raised a hand toward me.

Intrigue wrote itself on my features as I took her hand, juggling two shots in my other one, and allowed her to pull me along. Charlotte backed her way against Becky, who opened her eyes and gave me a dark smile as I handed her another shot of tequila. We clinked our shot glasses together, Charlotte joining in from between us.

“To Evolution, girls!” I shouted. “Finally, it’s our time to shine!”

“Evolution!!” Becky and Charlotte echoed before we all downed our shots and sat them on the tray of a passing waiter.

We picked up where Becky had left off, the three of us swaying together amidst the other dancers in the darkened room. Charlotte was sandwiched between Becky and I, our three bodies brushing together as we moved in sinuous fashion.

I admired Charlotte as she wavered, her eyes closed and a gentle smile on her lips. She looked exquisite tonight in a short, form-fitting black dress with triangles of fabric cut out in all the right places along her chest and shoulders. The smooth skin of one of those long, lean thighs glanced against mine, and the scent of her sharply feminine perfume enhanced by the heat of the room filled my senses. I was entranced by the contrast of the black dress with her pale blonde waves. Curious thoughts about how it would feel to run my fingers through that hair, to graze those high cheekbones with the back of my hand and allow my touch to glide down that graceful neck to the soft, glistening skin of her chest—

Hands closed around my back, snapping me out of my reverie. Although I assumed the hands must belong to Charlotte, I caught the knowing gaze of Becky over her shoulder and realized my mistake. Her large hazel eyes gleamed with mischief as she pulled me tighter so that the three of us were all pressed together. Charlotte’s eyes fluttered open and she shot me with a crooked smile, her arms coming up to encircle my neck. My face began burning, my breaths coming faster as I found myself in such an intimate embrace with this fantasy of a woman. Our soft breasts cushioned together as I closed my arms around her, hesitating, allowing my hands to wander before settling over the small of her back.

My breath caught in my throat when Becky’s face appeared from behind Charlotte and she began pressing gentle kisses along the bare skin of her shoulder. Charlotte’s head fell back onto Becky’s shoulder as my girlfriend kissed her way languidly up her neck. Becky’s eyes met mine from beneath her long lashes as her lips peppered Charlotte’s flesh, and I caught a nearly-imperceptible nod.

A sudden case of cottonmouth seized me and my belly began to flutter as I realized what was happening. Charlotte’s blazing green eyes fixed on me as Becky whispered something into her ear— and then Charlotte was leaning into me. My breath hitched and my ears began to ring when I felt her lips hovering over mine with the hint of both tease and uncertainty. Then they were on me, hot and silken, the taste of her previous cranberry vodka lingering.

I returned her kiss faintly, questioning in its initial state. Then came the second, more confident this time. It felt different than with Becky — something forbidden in it, though shot through with an air of finality. We continued to kiss each other, each one deeper and firmer than the last. A hunger was building so fervently in my core that I suddenly realized I’d forgotten to breathe. My fingers found their way into that soft hair I’d so admired as I gasped in a shuddering breath, her hair cool beneath my touch.

Becky’s hands came between us, sliding up Charlotte’s thighs, then up her belly before cupping her breasts. Charlotte broke our kiss and turned her face toward her longtime friend, reaching up to close an arm around Becky’s neck. I watched, biting my lip, as the two of them grinned at each other and launched right into it. There was no shyness in their kisses — only pure hunger, as if long overdue.

Watching them together sent a fresh surge of heat between my thighs, making me jealous for more. I closed my arms around Charlotte, my hands squeezing handfuls of her ass as I crushed her hips against mine and joined in, pressing kisses down her throat and into the bare triangles of flesh along her chest.

A hand in my hair pulled my head back and Becky’s lips were on mine without skipping a beat. I recognized the familiar taste and feel of her, the urgency in her kisses. Charlotte moved aside as Becky held me possessively against her, sighing into her mouth as her tongue slipped between my lips. We made out passionately, Charlotte taking turns pressing kisses wherever she could reach — from Becky’s bare shoulders to my throat, finding that sweet spot that instantly hardened my nipples.

Becky broke our kiss, her eyes lingering on mine with a mischievous glint as she bit her lip. We stared at each other, panting slightly, before both turning our eyes onto Charlotte who wore a similar hazy look. The air between the three of us seemed alive with vibration, and not from the music. Without another word, Becky took my hand and Charlotte’s, and led us out of the ballroom. We strode to the elevators where Becky pressed 18, the floor on which she and I were staying.

Holy shit. This — well, something — was actually happening.

Once the elevator doors slid shut, Becky pinned me roughly against the wall and resumed kissing me all over. Charlotte joined her. Hands were skating along my body, kneading at my breasts and closing between my thighs. All I could do was throw my head back and allow their lips and their hands to explore, my pussy throbbing beneath someone’s teasing fingers as the elevator ascended. The soft heat of a pair of lips took my earlobe between them, the firm pressure of another set of lips danced along my jawline. I could have guessed which lips belonged to which woman, but my senses weren’t in the right place for thinking at that moment.

The elevator announced that we had arrived on the 18th floor and the three of us tumbled out. Becky led the way to our room down the hall while Charlotte and I hung back, our fingers entwined, giggling. My girlfriend shot us a glance over her shoulder, a smirk on her lips, as she opened the door to the room.

The second we were inside, Charlotte took her turn slamming me back against the door, pinning my wrists above my head and placing one of her thighs between mine. It seemed to be decided — I was clearly the lowest one on this totem pole, and honestly, I couldn’t be happier for it. This time her tongue explored, jutting between my lips and circling mine seductively. I moaned into her, grinding needily against her thigh.

Becky pulled her off me and took control, dashing Charlotte back against the wall. Their eyes locked, an unspoken heat flashing between them as they exchanged knowing grins. And then their mouths were on each other, their kisses deep and passionate. I was breathless watching them, intrigued with the thought of who would overpower the other. I couldn’t wait to see the dynamic unfold, my heart and my pussy both pounding with anticipation.

Becky turned her eyes on me and shot me a smile. “Come, lass.”

I wasted no time following her order, coming to join in Charlotte’s ravaging. While I kissed her throat, I allowed my hands to wander her statuesque figure. Finding the zipper at her back, I slowly began to slide it down. A breathy moan escaped her lips as I worked the dress off her shoulders and began kissing the newly exposed skin.

Before long, Becky had removed Charlotte’s bra as well, leaving her topless before us. I sighed as I took in the sight of her supple breasts and leaned in, inhaling her sweet scent. Becky beat me to it, but we each took one of her pale pink nipples in our mouths. I sucked on her delicately, swirling my tongue around the taut flesh, wringing raspy moans from her throat.

“Are you guys—” Charlotte breathed, her words interrupted by a whimper as I slid my hand up her thigh and cupped her pussy. “Are you sure?”

Becky and I stopped to look at each other and we both fell to laughter.

“Char, ya know perfectly well this has been a long time comin’ for the two of us.” Becky’s voice was low and smooth, her arousal evident. “And my lass here…” Becky smirked, reaching to give me a tweak on my chin, “well, let’s just say she’s been achin’ for a taste as well.”

Charlotte’s eyes flickered between the two of us, a bit of shock mixed with the relief in her eyes. Her gaze lingered on Becky. “It has been long overdue, hasn’t it, Bex? All those years of traveling together, sleeping in the same room together?” Becky only bit her lip in response, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “And YN, fuck— if Becky hadn’t beat me to it, I’d have made you my girl instead. You can’t imagine how often I’ve fantasized about you when I’m alone at night….”

I could feel my face heating up. She was so gorgeous, so sophisticated. Never would I have imagined a woman like her could be interested in me. “Is that so?” I resumed ghosting my fingers along the valley between her legs, feeling her wetness seep through her cotton panties as she let out a hiss.

“Fuck yes,” Charlotte gasped, bucking her hips toward me in search of more friction.

“You’re unbelievably stunning, my Queen,” I sighed, my lips on her neck. “I’ve always wondered how it would be to taste your royal pussy, to feel the Queen fall apart all over my face….”

Charlotte cried out as I slipped my fingers beneath her panties, encountering her slick, cleanly shaven folds beneath. “Mmmm, the Queen is already soaking wet, I see.” I worked my fingertips along her silken lips and circled her clit with my thumb.

Becky came to stand behind me, her hands skirting up my thighs and beneath my flowy black skirt, before grabbing my ass in two handfuls. Her fingers crept beneath the band of my thong and pulled it down my legs until I stepped out of it. She edged my thighs apart with one of her own and then her finger sank smoothly inside me. I let out a sob, my knees buckling at the sudden intrusion which sent a stab of pleasure deep into my core.

Charlotte’s arms came around me to hold me up, a dark smile on her lips as she watched the bliss play across my features. She and Becky began kissing each other over my shoulder as Becky languidly fucked me with two fingers. I was the monkey in the middle and all I could do was to hold on to Charlotte for support.

“Let me have a taste, Bex.” Becky withdrew her fingers from my cunt and Charlotte eagerly took them into her mouth, sucking them clean as she groaned.

“How does my sweet little lass taste?” Becky purred, pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek. I bucked helplessly, aching from the sudden withdrawal of her fingers and whining as I watched their exchange.

“She’s still on my tongue. Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Becky obliged, kissing Charlotte hungrily, their tongues swirling together. As they carried on, I slid Charlotte’s dress further down, over her hips. I skirted my palm down her incredible toned abs and beneath her panties again. This time I inserted two fingers inside the tight wetness of her cunt and she whimpered into Becky’s mouth. I fucked her slowly, feeling her wetness gathering and pooling on my palm as she ground her pussy into my hand.

Interrupting them, I turned Charlotte’s face toward me so she could watch as I raised my fingers to my lips and licked them clean delicately, one at a time. I moaned at the taste of her, slightly more bitter to Becky’s sweetness, yet so delightfully feminine.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to taste you right from the source, my Queen,” I whispered.

Becky backed off and swayed into the bedroom, pulling her black satin halter top over her head as she went. Charlotte and I both turned our attention on her as she undressed with her back to us. I never got tired of seeing Becky naked. She was like a Greek goddess, curves in all the right places, though she was finely toned all over. Her long orange curls brushed her back, nearly reaching her perfect, round ass as she reached back to unhook her bra and let it fall.

“Goddamn, Bex,” Charlotte sighed. She flashed me a wink and we went to join Becky near the bed. Charlotte closed her arms around Becky from behind and kissed her neck as her hands explored. She cupped Becky’s breasts before sliding a palm down her belly, her hand disappearing beneath Becky’s black lace thong. Becky rested her head back against Charlotte’s shoulder as I saw that hand working inside the thong.

I stood before them and began to undress as they watched. Becky’s soft whimpers and the wet sounds coming from inside her thong sent a surge of heat barreling between my thighs. Knowing Becky was so ready and was being well-pleased by her longtime best friend only served to turn me on more, my pussy dripping as I pulled off my dark paisley tank top.

Their eyes fixed on me, Becky’s heavy with pleasure, and Charlotte bit her lip as she took me in. I slid my skirt down my legs and stepped out of it. Stepping back toward the bed, I regarded them, enraptured as I sat back. With my legs spread wide and my lip between my teeth, I reached between my thighs and slicked my fingers along my lips as I watched Charlotte’s hand continue to work inside Becky’s panties.

“Mmmm. That pretty little pussy doesn’t deserve to go unattended,” Charlotte rasped.

I pouted, circling my clit slowly. “Someone better come take care of it then.”

“I think she’s talkin’ to ya, Char,” Becky lilted. She gasped as Charlotte withdrew from her and prowled toward me. Charlotte was a deity unto herself, longer and leaner than Becky, and ripped to shreds. My pussy throbbed impatiently as she approached me with a predatory look in her eyes, her tongue slowly sliding along her lips.

She crawled catlike up the bed on her hands and knees before lowering her face between my thighs, her ass still high in the air. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was just like the fantasy Becky had concocted for me that night after the Derby. I had dreamed of how it would be to look down and see that blonde hair between my thighs, and now— here she was. Charlotte smiled up at me, her green eyes locked on mine as she pressed kisses along my thigh.

“I can’t tell you how often I’ve thought of this…. How many times I’ve touched myself, thinking of fucking you with my tongue…” she purred, her breath tickling my wetness and sending a tremor through me.

“Ohhhh, fuck, my Queen!” I couldn’t hold still, my hips writhing beneath her, desperate to feel her mouth on me.

“Your Queen?” Charlotte grinned at me before nibbling lightly on the soft flesh right near my pussy, causing me to jolt with a yelp. “Bex, your sweet lass here is so well trained.” She gave me another gentle nip. “Already she knows to defer to her superiors.”

“Would ya expect any less?” Bex called from across the room.

“Please, my Queen!” I begged. “I need you, please— I need your tongue!”

“The Queen never rushes, darling.” She flicked her tongue out, the tip of it just barely brushing me in a torturous tease. I whined as she did it again, and again, becoming more restless as each second passed. Finally, she flattened her tongue and ran a long, slow stripe along my slit. I gasped in a deep, ragged breath and exhaled with a keening cry. She slithered her tongue slowly across my lips with a gentle pressure, moaning against me.

“Fuck, YN, you taste soooo delicious.”

“Yesssss, my Queen, fuuuuuck. Oh my G-God ….” I watched her at work, taking my lips in her mouth and sucking gently, her tongue finding my clit and flickering across it. And goddamn was she good at it. The sounds of her mouth and her tongue on me and the visual of that striking blonde between my thighs was almost unbelievable, almost too much. Already I could feel the swell of pleasure rising in my belly.

I saw Becky approaching, crawling onto the bed to kneel behind Charlotte, and suddenly Charlotte cried out, throwing her head back.

“Oh, fuck! Bex!”

“Don’t stop eatin’ that fuckin’ pussy,” Becky snarled. She smacked Charlotte’s ass as an exclamation point as she began fucking her with our strap-on. Charlotte mewled helplessly and lowered her face back to my pussy, sticking her tongue deep inside me, each thrust Becky giving her translating to a thrust of her tongue deep inside me.

“It’s so fuckin’ sexy to watch ya eat that sweet little pussy.” Becky moved slowly but steadily behind Charlotte, reaching around to rub her clit as she fucked her. “Mmmm, and I know exactly how much she’s enjoyin’ your mouth on her. Make her fuckin’ come, Char.”

Charlotte renewed her efforts, bringing up a hand and inserting two fingers to fuck me as she sucked on my clit. She couldn’t quiet her moans, the vibrations only intensifying my bliss. The wave of pleasure built rapidly as the whole scene overwhelmed my senses — the wet sounds of Charlotte’s pussy and her raspy moans as she was fucked; the snarl on Becky’s lips, her eyes flickering between Charlotte’s pussy and watching her eat mine; the feel of Charlotte’s hot tongue on me and her long, slender fingers inside me. She crooked them upward, rubbing lazily against my g-spot.

“Oh, fuck, my Queen,” I whimpered. “That’s it! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” The pressure climbed higher and higher, my breath hitching in anticipation of reaching that peak— And then I fell over the edge, my fingers twined in Charlotte’s hair as my pussy spasmed around her fingers. Not two seconds later, Charlotte’s cries joined mine echoing through the room.

I heard Becky laughing darkly. “I’ve always wondered how the Queen would sound as she came for The Man,” Becky hissed, fucking Charlotte harder. “So fuckin’ sexy.” Charlotte’s raspy cries extended my own pleasure as her fingers curled lazily inside me, her cheek resting on my hip bone as she struggled against the rapture of her orgasm. “Such a tight little pussy. I can feel ya comin’ all over my cock.”

“Yes, Bex,” Charlotte gasped. “You’re fucking me sooooo good with that big fucking cock! I need it harder!”

Becky grabbed a fistful of Charlotte’s hair and pulled her head back, using her hair for leverage to give her what she asked for. I saw the pleasant surprise on Charlotte’s face at being handled in such a way, a smile spreading across her lips. I picked up where she had left off, fucking myself with two fingers as I came down from my orgasm.

“Make her come again, Bex. I wanna see her face.”

Becky tightened her grip in Charlotte’s hair as she redoubled her efforts. She was relentless, her hips slamming into Charlotte’s ass as she pounded into her. Charlotte was moaning helplessly, her lips slack and her eyes closed. I reached between her thighs and circled her clit, her breath catching in her throat.

“Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuck!” She wailed, her body trembling as another orgasm took her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face, reveling in the look of pure abandon which was such a contrast to her usual firm self-control. Charlotte was stunning in her ecstasy, her lips and cheeks reddened, her hair mussed. Becky let go of her and gently shoved her aside, Charlotte collapsing in a weak, panting heap.

As Charlotte lay collecting herself on the bed, Becky crawled toward me, an animalistic glint in her eyes and the double-ended black strap-on between her thighs. I could see it glistening with Charlotte’s creamy wetness. I lay back, spreading my legs for her like the good little slut I was, and she knelt between my thighs. Becky slicked the cock along my swollen lips, my pussy aching for her as I closed my legs around her greedily.

“Ya liked watchin’ me fuck Charlotte, didn’t ya?”

“Fuck yes….”

“Ya see how wet she made my cock, lass?” Becky’s lips hovered just over mine, her tone threatening. “Are ya ready for me to fuck that tight little pussy with her juices all over my cock?”

“Ohhh, fuck yes, Bex,” I whined, my hips bucking toward the strap on, desperate to be filled. “Please give me that big fucking cock!”

Charlotte lay beside me, running her fingers along my torso and kneading at my breasts as Becky teased me with the strap-on. Just as she began to ease into me, Charlotte lowered her mouth to my breasts and began sucking on my hard, sensitive nipples. I uttered a satisfied groan as I was seized with the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

“It was so fuckin’ hot finally watchin’ ya come for Charlotte.” Becky worked the cock slowly to the hilt and held it, giving me a chance to acclimate. I writhed my hips against her, feeling her hit every sweet spot inside me. “The real thing was so much better than the fantasy….”

“She ate my little pussy soooo good, Bex,” I breathed, twining my fingers in Charlotte’s hair. “I came so hard for The Queen….”

Becky smoothed my hair back from my face in a quick instant of gentleness before she began to fuck me faster.

“I need to make you come, my Queen.” I lifted Charlotte’s face from my breasts. “I need you to sit on my face. Please, let me taste you and make you come.”

“Fuck yes,” Becky growled.

“No need to beg, darling.” Charlotte smirked and moved to straddle me, facing toward Becky. I looped my arms around Charlotte’s long thighs and pulled her pussy down onto my mouth. The initial taste of her wrought a guttural groan from my throat, her pussy completely soaked from being fucked so well. Charlotte moaned as I took her in my mouth, sucking on her lips and cleaning her with my tongue.

Someone began circling my clit rapidly. I could feel the swell rising in me again, the head of the strap-on rubbing deliciously against my g-spot with each thrust. The slightly metallic scent of Charlotte’s arousal and the faint bitter taste of her only served to bring me closer to the edge. And then it seized me, my back arching off the bed, my cries muffled against Charlotte’s pussy.

“Yes, lass,” Becky muttered frantically, “come all over my cock, your pussy feels so fffuu—” Her words were cut off by a raspy cry as her first orgasm took her.

Charlotte ground against my face and I felt a rush of cum coat my mouth and chin as she began keening as well. It was blissfully divine, the three of us coming together, brought to the peak by each other’s pleasure. I held fast to Charlotte’s thighs, fucking her with my tongue, spurred on by my own ecstasy and greedily wanting to taste more of her on my tongue.

Becky slowed her thrusts as I came down, the cock still throbbing gently inside me with her own orgasm. Charlotte’s hips slowed over my face, and I could hear her and Becky kissing each other above me. Finally, Charlotte dismounted and Becky withdrew, the three of us still panting.

“We’re not finished yet,” Charlotte rasped, staring at Becky with a steely eye. I propped myself up onto my elbows, watching as Charlotte grabbed the strap-on and gently removed it from Becky’s pussy. Becky shuddered, her eyes widening in surprise as Charlotte inserted it into herself. She then shoved Becky back onto the bed and wrenched her soft, milky thighs open.

“The Queen still owes The Man a good fucking,” Charlotte purred, teasing her pussy with the strap-on. She grasped Becky’s chin in her fist. “You didn’t actually think you’d get off so easily, did you?”

I watched, astonished, as Becky allowed this uncontested. She simply stared up at Charlotte with that shock in her eyes and her mouth agape, her face crumbling as Charlotte slid into her. Becky let out a groan that rose into a helpless whimper as Charlotte began fucking her, hard. She had never let me fuck her with the strap-on before. But watching Charlotte expertly take my aggressive girlfriend and put her in her place was insanely sexy.

Becky was moaning incessantly as Charlotte drilled into her. Her breasts shuddered with each thrust and I laid back to watch, circling my clit. Their eyes remained locked, Becky looking increasingly desperate as Charlotte fucked her faster and harder.

“Fuuuuuck, Char,” Becky breathed. “Y-Yes, fuck me, fuck me, don’t stop!”

“I need to make you fucking come, you Irish brat. I need to see your face, I need to hear you when you come so hard all over this cock,” Charlotte seethed. Becky turned her reddening face toward me and reached out for me. I went to her and she sank her fingers into my pussy, fucking me at the same rhythm that Charlotte fucked her.

Becky’s moans climbed in pitch, becoming more and more raspy. Her fingers began trembling inside me first, the rest of her body following as she went spiraling. Charlotte continued to fuck her as Becky cried out wildly, her fingers curling inside my pussy. I leaned over her and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue probing her mouth as I fucked her fingers. Becky whined against me, overwhelmed, her body lurching with aftershocks.

Finally, Charlotte’s hips stilled and she pulled out gently. I smiled down at Becky, smoothing her hair back and kissing her forehead. She looked so beautiful, flushed and exhausted, a vulnerability to her that I had never seen before on her face. I stretched out beside her, draping an arm across her belly, and Charlotte did the same on her other side after discarding the strap-on.

“Holy fuck, Charlotte. You just accomplished something I’ve never been allowed to.” I laughed.

“What’s that, darling?” Charlotte gave me that dazzling grin. “Put Bex in her place?”

Becky slapped Charlotte’s arm playfully, still panting. “Ya didn’t put Bex anywhere.”

Charlotte and I both laughed. “And I was so intrigued to see how this power dynamic would go,” I said.

“No one tops The Man,” Becky murmured weakly. I bent over to give her a sweet kiss.

“Little wins, Char.” I winked at her, then silently mouthed, “You won.” Charlotte nodded, stifling a laugh.

Becky looked hazily between the two of us. “I will give ya this — it was worth the wait.”

“Uhhh, no kidding, Bex.” Charlotte laughed at Becky and kissed her forehead. She reached for my cheek, and I nuzzled into her palm. “Let’s not wait so long before the next one, huh?”

Becky and I exchanged a glance, matching smiles spreading across our lips, and both replied at the same time, “Agreed.”

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