#ikere

“Ugh, you’re such a buffoon, it’s a miracle you haven’t broken her yet,” I lifted my head to glance backwards over my shoulder in time to see my other halves return mid-argument as per usual. 

The back door to the kitchen was already open, letting the two of them know I could hear them perfectly as they approached up the garden path as my laugh echoed out towards them. I was putting the finishing touches to the pastry whilst stood over the heated oven, apparently they had managed to get away from their respective headquarters early before I could finish preparing dinner for us that evening. 

One set of arms wrapped themselves tightly around me, burying his face in my neck as I lifted my head to nuzzle Sirius in response to his hug. It was always a competition between them both to see who could get the first ‘welcome home’ from me, and it was adorable as a giggle slipped from my lips. The pie was left abandoned momentarily as the two men dominated my attention. 

“Are you hogging Saskia all to yourself now?” The Queen of Hearts was pouting, I could hear it in his tone before I turned to kiss him which always resolved his grief when he ‘lost’, and then tilting my head up to greet Sirius. Both of them had their ways of marking their distinctions, Jonah was hot with passion now that he’d established he knew what he wanted, whilst Sirius liked to remind me that he was truly in charge with occasional nips and bites. 

“Hello my loves,” I grinned as I pushed them both back with my hips. I managed to finish the pastry off, before opening the oven and sliding the dish in. “You’re both early, or you would have come home in time for it to be done,” I added, putting the timer on to make sure it didn’t burn. 

“I’m not sure what has me more hungry, you playing housewife, or that cooking of yours,” Sirius was in one of his moods it seemed and moved to latch his arms back around my waist, until Jonah surprised us both by kissing the Queen of Spades hard, his teeth dragging over the taller man’s lower lip as they parted. 

My cheeks were flushed after the display, and it wasn’t from the heat the oven was throwing out. The shorter man then literally swept me off my feet, kissing me with his fiery domination as he carried me through to the living room, and sat me down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. 

“So, what was broken today?” I teased, still catching my breath back from the kiss. 

Both of them had the decency to look slightly ashamed as I smiled, before I was sandwiched in the middle of what turned into a prolonged cuddle. I never refused the physical contact, after everything we had been through then it made me happy to feel both of their heartbeats steady when we did have a sandwich. Jonah smelt faintly of the strawberry macarons that he had definitely had just before coming home before my heat source on my back was pulling away. I was about to start complaining when Clemence already had me covered, and moved me to the sofa with a knowing smirk. 

“Neither of you answered me,” I laughed, realising as I was snuggled up to Jonah on the sofa. We were watching as Sirius checked on the houseplants on the window sill opposite us, lazily sprawled out across the three seater. 

“We didn’t break anything,” Jonah huffed defensively. 

“Of course, that’s why you called your boyfriend a buffoon,” I gave the man a knowing look, lifting my head off his chest to look him straight in the eyes. “And then promptly tried to distract me.”

“Your mint pots near the gate went flying,” Sirius admitted. “I was a little distracted,” he added on, blushing slightly and then tried to focus on the money plant as though it needed special attention. 

“Starting without me isn’t fair,” I pouted at the older man, fidgeting and trying to loosen Jonah’s grip around my waist. 

“You’re always teasing us, and the way you looked this morning as we had to leave the bed left a lasting impression on me today,” the older man calmly said, though his eyes were looking into Jonah’s instead of mine as he closed the distance between us in the room. He sat on the edge of the coffee table, wrapping a lock of my hair around his fingers and inhaling the smell of my shampoo and hypnotising both of us into staying still.  

“The only reason it was an impression on you was because it was your pyjama shirt she was wearing,” I felt Jonah’s lips curve into a smirk against my neck, though the heat of his gaze was focused on Sirius. The taller man then moved behind me, the sofa groaned slightly under the concentration of the weight in one area, his teeth grazing my ear to elicit a moan from me.  

“I do recall when it was one of your shirts we came home to our beloved in, you ordered me to finish cooking dinner because you couldn’t resist her,” the Queen of Spades retorted whilst his fingers slipped up and under my skirt, dancing delicately over my thighs whilst purposely avoiding my heated core. “Ah, behave,” he chided as a whimper escaped my lips and my hips bucked eagerly in response. “Bad girls don’t get rewards,” his breath was hot down my ear as I realised that Jonah had already began to lazily flick the buttons open on my shirt and was purposely keeping his gloves on to trace over my bare chest. 

“Now you know exactly how I felt,” the Queen of Hearts couldn’t stop his bickering, lifting his lips off my throat to bite Sirius on the lower lip. “Because you can’t get the image out of your head when you know she’s wearing nothing underneath and it sticks with you all day. And someone was definitely planning to tempt us, since she skipped wearing a bra.” The growl in his voice made me mewl, not that I was able to move since I was being firmly held in place between the two men.  

Words were stuck in my throat as a slender finger began to creep towards my underwear, and then paused as the boys shared a look. My body was twisted sharply, and Sirius’ kiss was dominating my initial senses as he swallowed any noise I could make. A groan rose up as I felt the delicate movements of Jonah under my skirt, and his teeth pulling wet fabric away from my skin. The Queen of Spades was fiddling with the clasp of my skirt as my panties were discarded somewhere by Jonah. 

A soft lick made me gasp, the roughness of Jonah’s tongue slowly sliding up my slit making me shiver in delight as Sirius relieved me of my blouse. It was soft and repetitive movements, keeping his tongue moving at a steady pace. The pleasure was clouding my mind as I could feel someone pulling on my now exposed nipples with their fingers. 

“I would say we should change rooms, but I don’t think I could stand to wait,” Sirius surprised me, breaking off our kiss as Jonah removed himself from my throbbing core simultaneously. 

“She’s soaked, so Saskia is ready for anything,” Jonah smirked, pulling my skirt off swiftly before I was wrapped back up in his arms, my bare skin against his uniform. I could taste myself on him as he wouldn’t let me escape from a domineering kiss whilst my legs were wrapped around Jonah’s waist so he could pick me up and move. 

A cool breeze drafted across my back before I was laid down on the coffee table, “Attention on me,” the Queen of Hearts was pouting slightly, his naked fingers teasing at my clit. “And don’t you dare cum,” he whispered in my ear, his body was framing mine whilst I could hear Sirius moving away from us for some reason. 

I groaned in response, unable to form a properly thought out complaint as a single digit slid into my gushing hole. I tried to squeeze around it, thrusting my hips off the wood to try and get some form of release. 

“Someone’s being eager,” Sirius’ voice floated over from the doorway to the kitchen. “I can smell her from here, and that’s over her cooking as well.”

A fleeting thought about the pie came to mind, until the tip of Jonah’s finger brushed my rough spot and everything else ceased its existence in that point. My eyes were closed as I tried to edge my body closer towards the shorter man, desperate for pleasure at the hands of my boyfriends.

“So desperate,” Sirius’ voice was tantalisingly close to my ear, making me whimper as he nipped at my neck. He had crossed the room swiftly and silently, and then briefly kissed Jonah over me before they shared a knowing look and glanced down back at me. “Shall we put that pretty mouth of yours to good use then?” 

I opened my mouth automatically at the sound of a zipper being lowered as my body slid against the polished wood to hang my head off the end. I was fighting off the tightly wound coil in my lower abdomen with the strokes from Jonah’s talented fingers, I was being kept on the edge, a little more pressure and speed and my orgasm would strike hard but he was keeping me perfectly balanced as putty in their hands. But he knew exactly how to play me to keep me in that spot. 

I tilted my head back as Sirius’ thick cock slid in, it was harder to focus on one sensation. My whole body was one frayed and overstimulated nerve, someone was massaging my nipples as my hips continued to rock against Jonah’s teasing digits. A little scrape of my teeth elicited a deep groan from the Queen of Spades, and he clutched at my head to push further down. 

“We practiced this,” he quietly reminded me, “You’ll get your reward,” Sirius promised as I slowly breathed through my nose, and swallowed a little around the invasion. 

“Are you even going to last if you keep doing that?” Jonah had a cocky tone, and then removed his hand much to my disappointment. “Don’t worry, we aren’t done with you by a long shot,” he had bent forward and his breath was heating up my earlobe before he slowly licked my throat. 

“Do that again,” Sirius gasped, forcing the last of his length down my throat. 

“I’ll do one better,” the Queen of Hearts chuckled darkly. 

He thrust straight into my core in one move, pushing me along the table and into the hips of the older man. “No cumming until we say so,” I was reminded, before Jonah’s tongue and mouth began to attack my neck. The thrusts were timed to push me against Sirius, whilst the licks and bites had no pattern. The noises that the Queen of Spades was making were erotic, stimulating something deep inside of me as Jonah’s tongue took over from the fingers on one of my breasts. He rolled the nipple between his teeth, flicking at it with his tongue and tugging sharply to make me moan around the cock in my mouth. 

“Ah!” Sirius called out suddenly during a short burst of quick thrusts, and clutched my head to stay against his hips. I could feel his explosion and throbbing cock in my mouth and throat, whilst all I could do was swallow. 

The rush of air was dizzying, but then Jonah swiftly picked me up off the table before dropping down onto the sofa. I blinked until I realised that he wanted me to work for my orgasm. I was straddled across his hips, and now pulled close to his chest. 

I whimpered and began to bounce slightly against his firm grip, wanting to bite the smirk off his face. Sirius’ eyes were burning into my back and then I felt the familiar ghost of a touch brushing against my clit. 

“Please,” I begged, struggling to keep holding back anymore.  

“She’s done so well,” Sirius laughed from his place against the wall. “And she just looks so delicious from this viewpoint too.” 

“Mm, I suppose,” Jonah nipped sharply on my collar bone. 

“Please Jonah,” I gasped, throwing my head back as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. 

“Fine, you can cum-” the Queen of Hearts started, before he was cut off by the spasming of my cunt. He was grunting as he burst into his own orgasm, hammering hard and fast into my hips to prolong the mutual effect. 

The room had exploded, and now I was lying against Jonah, trying to catch my breath as he was panting underneath me and flat out against the sofa. Somehow we’d fallen sideways in our haze of bliss.