“I can’t believe Shane would do this to me!” Sophie burst into the room, her face a mask of smeared mascara and heartbreak.
Rayne, who was hunched over her desk prepping for her final paper on Monday, looked up at her best friend and roommate. She had always known Shane was a first-grade selfish arsehole, as dim-witted as he was cruel. Rayne often wondered what Sophie ever saw in him.
“Come here,” Rayne offered softly, dropping her pen.
Sophie collapsed into her lap, sobbing into her shoulder. Rayne rubbed her back, noting how Sophie clung to her with a desperate, tactile intensity. Sophie had always been “touchy,” but Rayne had never quite realized that this physical hunger was reserved strictly for her.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Rayne asked, stroking Sophie’s hair.
“No. Not yet.”
Rayne sighed, checking the time. “I’m going to Bode’s tonight. Come with me. I’d rather have you out all night than sitting in here depressed.”
Sophie pulled back, a spark returning to her eyes. “Are you kidding? I’m in for anything to get out of this headspace.”
“Good. Go get dressed. Put on that silver set. We’re leaving soon.”
Sophie gave Rayne a grateful, lingering kiss on the cheek before heading for the shower. She had always been overly affectionate, especially when she was emotional, and Rayne had grown used to it. What Rayne didn’t realize was that Sophie was only that way with her.
Bode’s house was a den of pre-exam hedonism. It was Friday, and with the final exam looming on Monday, everyone was desperate to unwind. When they walked in, they found Bode in the center of the living room, looking every bit the alpha of the house. He was deep in conversation with two girls, but when he saw them, his eyes lit up.
“You look beautiful, as always,” Bode murmured, pulling Rayne toward him. He spun her around before drawing her into a deep, possessive kiss. His hand dropped to her arse, squeezing firmly. “And you smell incredible. I’m already losing my mind for you,” he growled in her ear.
Rayne flushed. Bode was as unashamedly affectionate as he was virile; the smallest thing turned him on, and he never felt the need to hide it. Sophie stood by, her breath hitching as she watched Bode’s hand knead Rayne’s curves. Her eyes drifted lower, fixing on the heavy, unmistakable bulge straining against his jeans. A sudden, traitorous heat flooded her core, momentarily drowning out her heartbreak. She licked her lip, her pulse drumming in her throat as she forced her eyes away.
“Sophie’s here, too,” Rayne reminded him, breathless.
“You look good tonight, Soph,” Bode said, finally acknowledging her with a nod.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice uncharacteristically small. “Where can a girl get a drink?”
“Everywhere,” Bode grinned. “The whole house is a bar tonight. Kitchen or patio, take your pick!”
As she walked away, he leaned into Rayne’s ear. “Is she okay?”
“Not really. Something happened with Shane.”
Bode shrugged, his mind already back on Rayne. “Well, let’s give her some space. Now, where were we?” He nipped at her earlobe, his hand roaming her back. “You are so fucking hot in this dress. I’m struggling here. Let’s lose this crowd.”
“Bode, it’s your party!” Rayne giggled.
“Doesn’t matter. Trust me, we won’t be missed.” He slid a hand between her thighs, his fingers finding the damp silk of her panties, stroking her through the fabric before shifting it aside. “You’re already soaking for me,” he groaned.
Rayne kissed him back, her breath hitching. “I just got here. Let me say hi to a few people and check on Soph. Find me in the back bedroom in twenty minutes.”
“Babe, twenty is too long. Five.” He brought his hand to his lips, tasting her essence.
“Ten,” she countered, though her hips were already swaying into him.
“Fine,” Bode agreed reluctantly. “I’ll be waiting.”
Rayne didn’t make him wait. After ensuring Sophie was occupied, she slipped into the hallway. Bode was already there, the door to his room left tantalizingly ajar.
The moment she stepped inside, he had her against the wall. His hands found her breasts, squeezing them until she arched her back. He pulled her dress down, exposing her to the cool air before his mouth found her, suckling and flicking his tongue over her hard nipples.
“I need to taste you,” Bode whispered.
He sank to his knees, hiking her dress up. He didn’t waste time pulling her G-string aside. He teased her clit with his tongue, one flick, then another, until she was gripping his head, her knees going weak. He held her by her hips, his tongue working rhythmically until she shattered, crying out her release.
Bode quickly stripped off his clothes as she kicked off her heels and moved to the center of the bed. Before she could even get her dress off, he was kneeling, pulling her by her ankles toward him until her hips were at the edge of the bed and her knees were folded against her chest.
“You’re so sweet, Rayne. So fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. He gently spread her, exposing her pink core before burying his face in her heat. He licked a path from her thighs to her slit, up to her clit and back again. He inhaled her scent, exhaling a hot breath that sent shivers through her body. “So fucking perfect.”
Rayne moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she kneaded her own breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples as she lost herself in his ministrations. His tongue worked rhythmically, sliding in and out while his finger found her sweet spot, curving upward with a pressure that sent lightning through her. She was on the verge of shattering when she forced her eyes open. She saw the door was pushed open further and there, in the doorway, stood Sophie. She was mesmerized, her eyes dark with a mix of shock and desperate lust. Her silver top was pulled down, exposing her pale breasts to the hallway light. One hand rubbing a taut nipple while the other moved feverishly beneath her skirt, her fingers working in a frantic blur. Rayne didn’t look away; instead, she let out a jagged moan, her back arching higher. The thrill of being watched by her best friend triggered a violent wave of pleasure. She came hard, her thighs clamping like a vice around Bode’s head as she orgasmed.
Without warning, Bode flipped her around, still oblivious to their audience. He entered her with one long, powerful thrust that made Rayne gasp. Her eyes remained locked on Sophie, who was now mimicking Bode’s pace, her fingers moving in time with his deep, rhythmic drives, desperate for her own release.
“Fuck, babe! You feel amazing,” Bode roared. He gave one final, deep thrust that pushed Rayne forward, his body shuddering as he exploded inside her.
As the peak subsided, Sophie let out her own soft moan of release. Bode turned, finally spotting her in the doorway, her chest heaving. The realization that she had been watching didn’t upset him; it fueled him, he could feel his erection come back to life. He withdrew slowly and rolled onto his back, his hand wrapping around his thick, aching length.
Sophie stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her, her eyes fixed on him. Before he could speak, he felt her warm mouth envelop him, expertly expertly slicking his skin and coaxing him back to a heavy, formidable hardness. Rayne watched with heavy-lidded eyes, her hand returning to her breast, gently rubbing it. Seeing Rayne didn’t object, Bode relaxed, enjoying Sophie’s skillful mouth.
It felt like a dream, but as Sophie throated him, the sheer physical sensation proved it was very real.
“Mmm..” she moaned, tasting the salt of his skin and the honeyed scent of Rayne on him.
She ran her tongue along the thick, protruding veins before taking him deep, her eyes seeking Rayne’s for permission. Bode groaned, his fingers tangling in Sophie’s hair as he fucked her mouth, his hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea. He groaned as he came for the second time, the release thick, salty and hot against her tongue.
“Fuck me,” Bode groaned, relaxing his hold as she finished him.
Sophie turned her attention to Rayne. To Sophie, Rayne was divine–perfect breasts, smooth skin like milk, and endless legs. She had spent years envying Bode, but now, the barrier was gone. She wanted a taste of the woman she loved.
“I’ve been craving you like this forever,” she whispered, her eyes pinned on her friend. “Wanting to see you like this. Wanting to taste what he leaves behind… savoring you.”
Her eyes never leaving Rayne’s, Sophie moved down her body. Her tongue traced a wet, methodical path up Rayne’s inner thighs, licking away the evidence of their sticky climax, savoring the tang of their mixed juices. She buried her face in Rayne’s heat, flexing her tongue against the sensitive folds until she felt Rayne begin to tremble again. Rayne dragged her up by the hair and kissed her fully on the mouth, tasting herself and Bode on Sophie’s lips, a decadent cocktail of lust. They stared at each other briefly, the air thick with newfound intimacy, before diving back in for another long, passionate kiss.
Rayne looked at Bode, seeing his smile of approval as Sophie cupped both of Rayne’s breasts, taking both nipples into her mouth. She grazed them lightly, suckling and giving each one devoted attention. Rayne moaned, her head falling back.
Bode sat up, stroking himself as he watched them. “So fucking hot,” he muttered.
“I want you to ride him,” Sophie whispered into Rayne’s ear. “Slowly. I want to watch every inch of him disappear into you. I want to see you stretch around him while I ride his face.”
“Come here,” Rayne called to Bode. He adjusted himself in the middle of the bed. Straddling him, Rayne guided Bode’s thick length into her opening, inch by inch, feeling the delicious fullness of him. As she found her rhythm, Sophie straddled Bode’s face, facing Rayne and imitating her movements.
Bode’s hands were everywhere… kneading Sophie’s arse, pinching Rayne’s nipples, as his tongue drove Sophie toward the edge. The room filled with the rhythmic slap of skin and the ragged, desperate sounds of three people losing control. As Sophie reached out to pinch Rayne’s nipples, the combined friction and the sight of her friend’s pleasure pushed them both over the edge.
“I’m going to cum!” Sophie gasped.
The words were a trigger. They hit the peak in unison. Rayne’s internal muscles clamped around Bode in a series of violent pulses as he came, while Sophie writhed against Bode’s face, her juices slicking his skin. Bode drank her in, his hips lifting as his own orgasm took over his body, cementing their bond in a haze of sweat and satisfaction.
As they finally came to, Sophie slid down, kissing Rayne deeply, then Bode. Shane was a distant, forgotten memory as she basked in the warmth of their embrace.