The Basement Suite - Ep 6

Opening a second bottle didn't hurt anyone

Liam froze as the floorboards creek from the ceiling above him. His lips hovering just inches from her sweat covered neck, as a single bead dripped from the ball of her shoulder down the crease of her swollen breast where he'd been planting soft and forbidden kisses.

The taboo thrill of it all — the wrongness of tasting her skin while Clara was mere feet away had his cock throbbing painfully, rock-hard and slick from their earlier teasing.

Jess gasped softly, her body arching toward him instinctively, her full, heavy breasts pressing against his chest, nipples hard as diamonds scraping his skin.

“Mmm I want you stick your cock in me right now”

She gripped his hard shaft, letting her palm slide up and down, manouvering the tip of his member against her slick clit as a moan escaped her.

But the flush was a bucket of ice water on his overheating resolve. He pulled back abruptly, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. "We... we can't," he muttered, his voice rough, laced with frustration and guilt. His hands lingered on her hips for a beat too long, thumbs brushing the curve of her ass, feeling the heat radiating from her dripping pussy. God, she was so wet, so ready.

One thrust, and he'd be buried inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him like they had around his fingers earlier. The thought made his shaft twitch, pre-cum beading at the tip, but he forced himself to step away, his cock bobbing heavily with the movement.

Jess exhaled shakily, her thighs pressing together as if to quell the ache between them.

She reached out, her fingers grazing his arm, nails digging in just enough to send a jolt straight to his groin. "Liam... don't stop now. She's upstairs. We have time." Her voice was a sultry whisper, her gaze flicking down to his erection, hunger evident in the way she licked her lips. She shifted, parting her legs slightly, giving him a glimpse of her. All of her.

The door to the bathroom unlocked.

"No," he said firmly, though his voice cracked with restraint. He grabbed his discarded jeans from the floor, yanking them on over his straining cock, the fabric tenting obscenely. "I need to check on her. Just … be ready for her.”

In that moment liam was slightly annoyed at Jess. She was his weakness and she knew. She was trying to make him cave, trying to prolong this forbidden moment for her own sexual pleasure. It was torture.

Yet Jess's eyes flashed with a mix of disappointment and understanding, and she nodded, sinking back onto the rug, her naked body glowing in the low light. She trailed a hand down her stomach, fingers circling her clit lazily as she watched him go, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Hurry back," she purred, her voice dripping with promise.

Liam ascended the stairs two at a time, his pulse thundering in his ears. The main floor hallway was dimly lit, and he heard the bathroom door creak open just as he reached it.

Clara emerged, her arms still wrapped around her naked form, her skin flushed and eyes wide with a whirlwind of emotions. She startled at the sight of him, her rosy cheeks deepening to crimson.

"Hey," he said softly, stepping closer but not touching her yet, giving her space. He searched her face, his own expression earnest, laced with concern. "You okay? I just... I wanted to check on you. Alone."

Clara nodded hesitantly, her gaze dropping to the floor before meeting his again. Tears glistened in her eyes, but there was a spark of excitement beneath the uncertainty. "I... I don't know. That was intense. Amazing, but... what if this changes everything? What if you and Jess..."

Liam's heart twisted. He closed the distance gently, cupping her face in his hands, thumbs brushing away a stray tear. "Clara, listen to me. You're the only woman for me. Always have been, always will be. Jess is my friend — nothing more. What happened down there... it was hot, yeah? But it's because of you. Because we're experimenting together. If you're not okay with it, we stop right now. No questions."

She leaned into his touch, her body relaxing slightly, though her nipples hardened against the cool air, a reminder of the fire still smoldering inside her. “Besides–'“ his tone a touch lighter now. “I think she's more excited by your touch than mine”

A smile formed on her lips "I... I am okay with it. More than okay. It excites me, Liam. Seeing you like that, with her... it turns me on. But I got scared. Jealous, maybe. But like – how she is with me made me weak. I've never felt like that with a woman before”

He pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her protectively, his half-hard cock pressing against her thigh through his jeans—a subtle reminder of his desire for her. "I get it. But trust me, you're my priority. If you're happy to keep going, to experiment... Jess is waiting downstairs. I'll make us some drinks, give you two a moment. Sound good?"

Clara bit her lip, a shy smile breaking through. Nervousness fluttered in her stomach, but so did natural excitement—a thrilling anticipation that made her pussy throb anew. "Yeah. Okay. I... I want to."

"Go on down. I'll be 5 minutes okay?."

With that, Clara kissing him softly and then descended the stairs slowly. Her heart racing, a mix of anxiety and arousal making her steps tentative.

The basement air was still thick with the scent of sex, and as she reached the bottom, she saw Jess lounging on the rug by the log burner fireplace, flames crackling softly, casting a warm glow over her naked curves. Jess looked up, her eyes lighting with mischief, and patted the spot beside her.

“Hi” Jess said softly, a rustling in her voice as the door shut behind her.

Clara hesitated for a second, then approached, her nervousness melting into excitement as Jess pulled her down, their bodies tangling in a heated embrace.

“Hi” Clara said with a smile between passionate kisses. It wasn't long until their fingers were inside each other, in a moment that was theirs and theirs alone.

Upstairs, Liam busied himself in the kitchen, pouring fresh glasses of wine, his mind replaying the scenes that had happened prior.

By the time he returned to the basement suite, tray of drinks in hand, the sight that greeted him made him stop dead in his tracks. Clara and Jess were locked together on the rug next to the fire, their legs intertwined in a scissoring position, pussies grinding against each other with wet, rhythmic slaps.

Clara's back was arched, her moans filling the room as she rocked her hips, her slick folds sliding over Jess's as their moans bounced off the walls.

Liam watched as his women's breasts bounced with each thrust, as Jess's hands gripping Clara's thighs, pulling her closer, their clits rubbing together in delicious, building pressure.

Liam places the tray on the coffee table, and uncorked their second bottle of the night. This time a cold refreshing White to contrast the heart of the room. He poured two, watching them both intently like it was his favourite show.

Jess glanced up at Liam, her green eyes locking onto his with that familiar seductive spark. Her lips parting in a moan as she ground harder against Clara. "Took you long enough," she teased breathlessly, her voice husky with pleasure. Clara, lost in the sensation, looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes hazy with lust, inviting him to watch … or join.

“I was clearly missed” he joked, walking to them with the bottle opposed to poured glasses. He bent down, kissing his girlfriend tenderly before offering her the bottle to swig, his grip tightly around the glass, taking full control of her intake but allowing her rhythm to continue. She took two big gulps with her eyes closed, and then she gasped for air. He kissed her cold cabinet Sauvignon glistened lips and he couldnt help but smile. Her scent was enough to recover the tent in his jeans.

“I want to taste you” he whispered, and delicately poured a drop of win from the neck of the bottle onto her overheating body, the spilled between her breasts. Clara gasped and moaned more intensely than ever before as Jess watched with widened eyes, hoping it was her go next.

“Fuck – that's so cold – mmm fuck” Clara almost sang, as the force and rhythem that came from their pussies colliding picked up.

Still holding onto the bottle, Liam leaned it to suck the liquid from her nipples as his tongue explored her chest. The taste of her made him wild, as if this was a deep kink that unlocked within him at that moment.

'“My turn” Jess said, locking eyes with Clara, as she gave her a seductive look at was by no means asking for permission.