Basement Suite - Ep 3
Liam gazed into Jess's eyes, as her thighs stiffened around Claras head; thrusting her body against her tongue, allowing herself to be ravaged.
Something in the way Jess arched her back, head tilted, throat exposed, made something animal coil tight inside Liam now. A taboo sensation reverberated through his chest as he felt her gaze.
She didn’t look away, her eyes wide and eager as his hard shaft dipped in and out of her perky full lips. Her chest lifted in a slow breath, her lips parted, chin tilting up in a silent challenge as she pushed his stomach, forcing his long hard member to unsheath from her mouth. She gasped for air, the warm sensation of Clara's tongue still slithering against her clit rhythmically.
"Mmm, I want your fucking cock inside me" she moaned, taking Liam in a state of shock. If her muffled moans didn't give away the illusion that he burried his cock inside another woman, her words cermented it. Liam didn’t flinch though, just ran his thick fingertips through the roots of her hair, forcing her to lean in and consume his cock once more. Her breath intensified and her voice a low murmur meant only for them both.
Liam closed his eyes, savoring every last moment of a fantasy he had craved for over a decade. But his guilt came like jolts of lightning to his chest, but he continued to thrust his hips, enthused by his desire.
Jess responded in moans and expressive glances at him as he towered above her. It made him feel confident. It made him feel impenetrable. Yet the thought of Clara's judgement shattered his consciousness.
Liam listened to Claras delicate moans of pleasure, as he studied his partners body movement, pinned below Jess.
A draft of air circulated his shaft once more as she moved her lips for another breath. “Mmm careful,” she whispered. “I’m not as easy to handle as she is.” Jess said, clearly enjoying the attention from both angles. It wasn’t bragging. It was a warning.
Liam felt Clara’s body shift from beneath Jess. Within his peripheral, he saw her rearing her head for air, but his red headed best friend kept her eyes locked on him, unbothered, like Clara’s presence was something she could bend or redirect whenever she wanted.
“Oh yeah? How do you know?” Liam murmured back playfully, lowering his face until their foreheads almost touched. “You haven’t let me try.”
Jess’s fingers curled into the cushion, not pulling away — steadying herself.He felt the deliberate restraint in her shoulders. “You think you’re in control right now?” she asked softly. “I know I’m close,” Liam said.
The power flickered between them instinctively. Their dialogue was quick, as if they were rushing their shared moment of intermacy as Clara moved from beneath Jess's thigh, wiping her lips with her wrist.
Jess’s breath hitched, barely audible, and Liam’s hand rose to her jaw, holding it firmly enough that her eyes widened in surprise. Not fear. Not resistance. More recognition that this was clearly what she wanted all this time.
Before she replied, Clara stood to her feet. Her breath shaky, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes darted between them, and Liam felt her hand slide up his thigh instinctively. Drawn to her tension rather than intimidated by it, he allowed himself to lean into the situation.
Jess’s attention snapped to Clara, and her voice dropped into a tone that made Clara freeze in place.
“Look at you,” Jess murmured. “You can feel when the energy shifts, can’t you?”
Clara nodded, trembling slightly. Jess smirked and took Clara’s chin between two fingers, pulling her closer until she was kneeling between them both, waiting for instruction without even realising she’d moved.
“That’s it…” Jess purred, her thumb brushing Clara’s lower lip. “Good girl.” Liam felt Clara lean into the praise. her shoulders relaxing, her breath deepening, her body almost melting between them.
It sparked something possessive in him, and Jess spotted it immediately.
“See?” Jess murmured to Liam, her eyes flicking back to him. “She follows whoever takes control first.”
Her tone was slick arrogance. Intentionally taunting him, pushing him, provoking him.Liam didn’t back down, if anything he fell deeper into this dynamic that ever before.
He stepped behind Clara, hands sliding down her arms until she shivered. His voice was low, steady, commanding. “But she loves the feeling of something stiff slide inside her,” he replied.
Clara inhaled sharply, and Jess’s eyebrows lifted just a fraction, surprised he’d thrown that at her.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The tension snapped tight. Jess leaned forward and whispered against Clara’s ear, loud enough for Liam to hear.
“Is that true, lovely? Or do you stay with whoever makes you feel owned?” Clara whimpered. Just a sound, small and involuntary.
"I – I am so wet right now" her gebuine words cutting through the tension, her innocence shining brighter than their lustful desires grounding their performance. Liam’s pulse hammered. Jess met his eyes, her expression a blend of triumph and invitation. But he just read it as a challenge thrown straight at his feet.
He stepped into Jess’s space again, tilting her head up with a hand in her hair, giving her scalp a generous yank. The kind of touch that said he wasn’t afraid of her… or of what this was becoming.
Jess’s breath caught — just once. Then her smile sharpened as she gasped for air between moans, her lips humming in devine pleasure.
“That’s more like it,” she whispered.
And Clara, trembling between them, waited for whichever of them claimed the next move. Her knuckles dared to brush against Jess's naked hips, and her fingers began to reach for the feel of her soft thigh, exploring her body at a rate that felt appropriate to her.
Liam watched his girlfriend watch what he had become with a look of morbid fascination. His dominance seemed to activate a mood in her he hadn't noticed before.
He had practiced dominance in the bedroom, between the two of them, but never like this. Claras knees weakened as she used the corner of the sofa to steady herself. Her naked body shivered by the sheer experience.
Liam examined Clara, his eyes fixated on her tight athletic body. In that moment he wasn't sure if she had been this intimate with a woman before but something about her delight reassured him that this was one of the best nights of either of their lives.
"On all fours. Right here" Liam spoke directly to Clara, pointing at the brown fur rug positioned directly in the middle of the room opposite a log burner fireplace.
She obeyed him, watching him as he stood controlling Jess with his hand gripping her hair as she struggled in pleasure. The sight of Jess's round heavy tits and shaven pussy sent a jolt of excitement that ran through Claras body as she positioned herself for her master.
Liam gave a couple of secret kisses to Jess's exposed neck, as Clara turned her back to them, his heart almost pounding out of his ribcage.
He then persisted to lead her directly infront of Clara, enticing her across the basement suite with a soft pull, but then roughly pushing her to her knees directly behind Clara, her face inches away from his girlfriends ass.
Liam spread her cheeks, inviting Jess to devour her, which she did with enthusiasm. Her fingers sliding deep inside her as her tongue brushed across her pussy to her ass hole.
Feeling Clara was once against distracted by her own pleasure, Liam took another moment to quench his desire. He kneeled as the two girls that both bent into a doggy position, like some unintentional human centipede pose, and his fingers found Jess's wet folds.
She gasped and moaned, muffled by Claras curvaceous ass that seemed to consume Jess's face, to liams delight. His fingers slid deeply inside her, as they did many moons ago. Warm, wet and tight. Just how he remembered her.