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After dinner, you found yourself back in the living room, between Noah and Raven on the couch. A few drinks and their overall warming presences had you feeling confident and eager for the rest of the night.

The two of them were lost in a conversation about the most recent concert they’d been to, Noah telling her something about always losing you to the crowd after the 4th song of the night.

You were trying your hardest to follow along, turning your head to whoever was speaking, but you couldn’t process a single word coming out of their beautiful mouths. How is it possible you had the two most captivating people you had ever seen sitting together on your couch, and with one common shared interest—you. 

You were 80% sure Raven was now telling him about how she could help him keep an eye on you at the next one.

“I could just keep her on a leash, let her jump around and bounce but keep her in close by,” she giggled, joking, but only slightly.

Your eyes shot up in search of hers at that, her turning to lock in on you now. 

“What?” You asked, visibly red. What a humiliating time to dial back into the conversation.

Raven smiled, giggling again in some reference to you.

“There she is! Was kind of starting to worry I’d already lost your interest somehow,” she teased, poking your shoulder.

“Sorry, uh, just buzzed and zoned out,” you tried to hide your flustering, attempting a laugh back to her.

You watched her glance back at Noah, silently holding yet another conversation about you, and you could feel his eyes on the back of you.

It was like they were playing with their food, with you.

You felt Noah leaning closer into you, still somehow making you jump when you felt his hand at the back of your neck.

“Tell us what you’re thinking about.”

You wanted to tell them both—you all knew why you were here, but all of a sudden you felt small, like you couldn’t get your words out.

Knowing, Noah took his free hand and gently gripped your chin. “It’s okay, you can tell us, or you can tell me if you want.”

“Okay, um. Just thinking about you,” you looked up at him one more time before turning to Raven, “and you. I’m having a lot of fun tonight, thank you for coming.” 

The way she was looking at you, like she was doing everything she could to stop from ripping into you—and believe her, she was—gave you the final push of confidence you needed to ask for what you needed.

“And I was hoping, if it’s okay with you Noah, and you of course,” you glanced between them both, neither of them able to peel their eyes from you, “if I could kiss you.”

“Of course Angel. We’re here for you, so whatever you need, just ask. Okay?” he rubbed his hand at the back of your neck as if in reassurance, encouraging you. 

You nodded back and gently squeezed his thigh before turning back to her. She was completely focused on you and more specifically, your mouth. In one quick motion, she had one hand on the free space of your neck Noah had left open, and her lips brushed against yours. It was like she was pausing for approval, and you melted into her.

Her kiss was gentle but rich, her lips soft and warm. She made you feel warm and you knew she would be your undoing sooner rather than later. You pulled away for just a moment to take her in, to make sure it was real.

She flashed you a lustful smile, moving her hand to your cheek and pulled you back into her, only this time her pace was more feverish, like she was racing against something. She teased her tongue along your lips and you opened, quickly finding it with yours. She tasted divine and you couldn’t help but start to wonder how that pretty mouth would feel anywhere else, your neck, your chest, your stomach. You felt your arousal growing by the second at the thought, you needed more from her and as if she could sense your tension, she pulled away.

“Come here,” she patted her lap with the hand once caressing your cheek and gently nudged you to straddle her lap.

Changing into a mini dress at the last minute, panicking hoping she would think you looked pretty, had suddenly proven to be the right choice.

Before even fully settling above her your lips were back on her. You were so entranced by her lips—and that tongue—that you barely register her hands all over your body. Her slender hands found hold on your waist, then slowly glided down your sides resting for a moment on your hips, like she wanted to make sure she’d remember the feeling. Her lips quietly pulled back from yours, making you pout at her.

“Don’t do that,” she scolded you, “I just wanna kiss you here,” you felt her lips hot on your throat when she dipped her head down.

“Is that okay?” You nodded. “No, I need you to tell me.” 

“Yes,” you barely breathed it out, feeling even more turned on by her demand for your response. She knew exactly how to make you feel good even though she was just learning your body now.

You felt her lips connect with your neck finally and you couldn’t contain your moan at the feeling of her mouth on you, and her hands now gently rubbing up and down your thighs.

Starting to feel your panties soaking, you were desperate for any relief of tension, from either of them. You turned to look at Noah and you could’ve lost control just by the sight of him.

He was staring between you two, pupils blown, watching at your hilarious attempts to not buck your hips trying to grind down on her. His right hand had moved to the lap of his jeans and he was slowly palming himself devouring the sight next to him. 

You moaned again in the resulting combination of Noah’s hand and Raven’s mouth, finally catching his eye contact. There was an undeniable exchange of primal tension between the two of you now, nothing but pure need. 

Raven, seeming to notice your mental exchange, leaned up and whispered into your ear, “Go to your bedroom. I’m gonna get water and then I’ll join you.”

You nodded, hearing her but unable to look away from Noah. He stood up, towering over you before grabbing your hand to lead you to bed. 

Following his lead you paused before leaving into the hall, “It’s the second room on the right.”

Raven giggled back in response, as if she was suddenly reminded she was only about to enter your bedroom for the first time.

You felt a tug, pulling you into the hallway and quickly into your room. As soon as you were both in your room his lips on yours, his hands moving and squeezing all over your body, then tugging at the strap of your dress.

“Off.” You complied, grabbing the hem of your dress pulling it over your head. 

He took the same time to discard his shirt, now thrown on your dresser. He wasn’t quick to kiss you again like you had anticipated and instead was watching you, scanning your body as if to not forget a single curve. 

“You are so beautiful,” closing the gap between you again he grabbed your face with a hand at either side.

Even in the midst of feeling so carnal and lustful, he could still give you those butterflies that swooned you in the beginning.

“You know, the two of you look pretty together. Like, really pretty. I didn’t think it’d have this much of an effect on me,” he smirked like he meant to catch himself before admitting that out loud. 

Panicking at any chance of hurting him, you asked if he meant good or bad to clarify.

“Definitely good. I mean, feel me,” he moved one of your hands to his jeans, you feeling him rock hard underneath immediately.

“Well, do you want to… you know… with her too?” You figured if he was this worked up he must want to touch her, which you were more than happy to have. 

He chuckled in response, “No baby, seeing her make you feel good is all that I need. I promise.”

You didn’t realize you let out a huff, thinking that you had gotten too carried away in the thought of all of you together, with him pleasing her while she was pleasing him.

“Look, we can talk more later about that if it’s what you want, but tonight is all about you. Now I need you get on the bed while I take these off.,” he was already starting to unbuckle his belt. He paused for a second, like he was trying to pull your focus back to what he was telling you.

“Lay on your back, head off the edge. Got it?”

Got it. You nodded at him and headed towards the bed. 

“Good girl.” 

You settled into place on the edge of the bed into a position you’ve found you enjoyed more than you wanted to admit. The total submission, being fully exposed, while he was fucking your throat. It made you feel good, like you were made for him.

Noah had his hand on your face, petting you as if to let you know he was ready. You glanced up to him, then down to his cock, achingly hard for you. 

You first stuck your tongue out, giving his head kitten licks, eliciting small moans from him. You loved teasing and playing him, being able to make such soft, vulnerable sounds come out of such a dominant man. 

Another moment of teasing later, you took him in your mouth, one inch at a time until he was halfway in. You grabbed his thighs pushing him back a step, hoping he’d understand what you wanted him to do.

Because he always did, he began to pull himself out until just the tip was in, before pumping halfway back in. As he continued to pump himself in and out of your mouth, he added more and more each time until his cock was finally buried down your throat. You felt him low against your throat and moaned in response, rubbing your thighs together in hope of some sort of relief.

You were tired of waiting, taking one hand down your chest, your stomach, before attempting to take off your panties. 

You felt a large hand smack yours, causing you to gasp around him.

“Be patient, I’m sure she’ll be here to take care of you any second.”

You heard a glass clink beside you at the nightstand but were too frustrated with your denial to look around.

“It’s okay pretty girl, I’m here to make you feel good now,” there she was, in your ear, hand lightly tracing over your bare chest. When you opened your eyes you saw her crouched next to you, taking you in. She ran her hand across your nipple back and forth, watching you squirm against Noah’s cock and her hand as Noah continued to pump in an out of your mouth in response to your noises.

Finally you felt her velvet smooth fingers at your waistband, then dip beneath them. Her fingers were fast to find your center, and she quickly dared to run finger up and down your slit.

You jolted your hips up, further into her hand looking for any sort of relief as she suddenly moved away from you. 

“So wet for us pretty girl, I’m gonna taste you now,” she said as she was already slipping your panties down. This earned a low groan from Noah, speeding up his thrusts in your mouth.

As if you couldn’t get any wetter, you began to feel yourself gush more as she laid her tongue flat on your core, slowly licking you from bottom to top, before circling your clit.

Unable to control your whimpers and cries, Noah pulled out from you, getting closer to his own climax with every little vibration from you. He continued to stroke along his cock moving off to the side of you.

Finally able to see again from your freed position, you looked down to see her devouring you, her hands clenched around your legs keeping you locked into place on you.  Between the stimulation to your clit, and then her tongue sliding down, and then into your core, and back up and over again, you knew you had little to no time before you lost control. 

To make matters worse, Noah brought his free hand down onto your chest, grabbing one of your breasts before quickly moving to the other to get you as stimulated as possible, as quickly as possible.

He knew from your reaction to his touch that you were already on the brink of release.

“She’s close Rae, just give her one finger.” Noah directed Raven and you immediately felt her index finger slip into you, her tongue still working your clit.

“That’s it, good girls.” And that was it.

Noah calling you and the beautiful woman destroying you from the inside good girls had you seeing stars. Raven was quickly licking up or fucking your cum back into you in effort to “clean” you up, meanwhile you’d never felt this filthy in your life. 

Coming apart for her, for both of them, it was the most liberating and vulnerable you had ever felt.

After you came down Noah had also made it onto the foot of the bed, “Raven, can you sit against the headboard? Angel, can you sit up for me?”

Raven mumbled a yes and eagerly sat back watching you both as you came to.

You got up to meet him, both kneeling on the bed facing each other. 

“That was so good,” he kissed your forehead, “you’re doing so well.” 

You couldn’t help but blush against his touch at his praise, all you wanted was to be good for both of them, make them feel as good as they were making you feel.

“Turn around for me Angel,” he patted your ass urging you to turn, facing back to the goddess who was sprawled against your headboard. You finally, really, got to take a good look at her now that you were back in a semi-coherent state of bliss. She was still in her panties, a simple black thong, but had ditched her bra amidst getting settled. You went straight to her nipple, giving it a suck then a lick while palming the other. Eliciting such beautiful whimpers from her only got you wetter and you were silently begging Noah to give you what you needed any time now. As you alternated your hand and mouth between her you felt Noah move further behind you, hands on your hips.

You glance up at her to see her biting her lip, trying to keep quiet as your touch was rippling through her like fireworks.

The sight fed you an immense taste of power. The woman who left you speechless, so confident, now trying to keep it together under your touch.

You began to move down, peppering her stomach with kisses, before kissing her clothed center. She bucked her hips in response giving you the final hint to please please just touch her. You peeled her panties down enough so that you could see her and she quickly got out of them the rest of the way to finally be fully open to you. 

Taking one hand to that sweet spot on your inner thighs, you held her down to get a look at her just as she had done to you earlier. She was divine and you couldn’t wait to get a taste of her.

“You’re beautiful,” you were closer now, breathing into her center, with your ass almost entirely in the air for Noah now, waiting. Before giving her any chance to respond, you dove into her. 

You weren’t slow and deliberate like she was with you. You were ravenous, trying to consume as much of her at a time as you could. You paid attention to which erratic stroke of your tongue pulled the squirmiest movement from her, learning what made her feel good. 

You had missed this feeling, having a woman fall apart for you. You loved making Noah fall apart any chance you got, but this feeling was just different. Two women, understanding of one another on a deeper, more intimate level, there was something really powerful about making her feel like this.

Pulling you from thought, you felt him line up at your entrance and moaned into Raven as a silent plea to please finally fill you.

Noah quickly slipped into you, burying himself to the hilt before pausing to let you catch up. The feeling stung for a moment after being so empty, but between being full and the feast in front of you, any pain quickly melts into mind-numbing pleasure. 

Noah began a rhythm behind you, focusing on you while you focused on Raven, all working in tandem to bring each other to the edge. The two of them were stringing together a hot, breathy harmony of moans and whimpers, quickly bringing you to another orgasm.

“Making us feel good is all it takes for you huh?” He was smug behind you teasing, although you could hear in his voice he was losing control himself.

“Hey, pretty girl,” you felt her hand grip your hair closer to her core, “I’m close, really close.” Tilting your nose up ever so slightly, you placed the perfect amount of pressure on her clit, pulling the loudest moan she’d given you this fair—you’d have to thank Noah for teaching you that one later. As she rode out her orgasm, you lapped her up, moaning around her feeling Noah speed up behind you.

At this point you were still gripping onto her thighs for your own sanity more than for her, and now she was merely petting your hair, which was both sexy and endearing.

“You can give him one more, can’t you?” that dominant, almost mean tone back in her voice now.

“I don’t kn- I don’t—”

“Yes you can,” Noah cut in, bringing his hand down below you, bringing his finger to your clit.

“Mmm. Okay gonna, gonna cum,” you completely tensed up against him before letting go completely again.

“Fuck. I am too, fuck baby,” he thrust into you one last time, then filled you up with his release. When he was done, he slowly pulled out of you, as to not accidentally let any of his and your cum slip out of you.

“Stay just like that, I gotta clean you up.” You mutter a yes in response feeling the bed dip as he walked over to your bathroom for a towel. Raven stood up too, the bed feeling entirely to empty with only you now, but not for long.

You felt a familiar mouth on your heat again, and you quickly realized it was her. She gently started to lap up at your mixed cum, cleaning you up. If you had any energy left at all, this would’ve driven you over the edge yet again. There was something so attractive about her cleaning you, after he dirtied you up.

Noah walked back into the room, plopping the towel on the foot of the bed before resting against the headboard, “Well guess we won’t be needing that,” he laughed as you both sat up to face him.

“Who knows, the night is young” you shrugged earning a laugh from both of them.

“Come here, both of you,” he opened his arm for you and you settled into his side. You felt Raven follow behind you settling into your back, draping her hand over your middle. 

Both of them were showering you in aftercare, gently placing kisses to whatever skin was nearest to them, Noah gently grazing a hand through your hair, Raven rubbing those tense knots from your body’s reaction to their touches. You tried to fight the sleep pulling you under, there was so much that you wanted to talk about now. Between the soft touches and comfort of their warm bodies, you eventually let sleep take you, there would be plenty of time to talk about everything tomorrow.

This Saturday night looked fairly similar to the usual for you and Noah. He was in your kitchen shaking up a couple of pre-dinner cocktails, you were in the living room crouched over your record collection, sifting through in search of the perfect Saturday night soundtrack. You knew you wanted something your focus could drift in and out of amidst conversation, but still something special to you that you knew everyone was a fan of. There was one thing drastically different about this Saturday though, and as if on cue, she made her way over to you.

“So, what are you gonna play for us?” Your gaze broke away from the pile and over to see her, with your cocktail in hand, closing the gap between you.

5 Days Earlier

It had been a few days since the bar incident, since Noah devoured you, since he told you to think about it, about her. You had been, constantly, and don’t get it twisted, you’ve had sex like that more times than you could reference with Noah, but now the thought of him and that beautiful vixen using you, degrading you, together, was all you could think of. More than that, you couldn’t help but fixate on if he truly meant what he had said, if he really was open to letting you get to know one another. There was something about her so enigmatic, something that drew you in.

So after the constant inner ramblings of your mind had become too much, you decided to bring it up again. You were both getting ready to call it an early night and spend the rest of the night watching your latest reality TV guilty pleasure show. Brushing your teeth, you both kept stealing glances at each other in the mirror.

“So, would you actually be okay giving me her number?” You spat into the sink and continued on, pretending like that was the most casual question in the world to ask your boyfriend.

He half-smiled around his toothbrush, following her spitting into his sink.

“Well, that’s why I got it from her,” he grabbed a hand towel from the vanity, wiped his mouth, and shot you one of those effortless yet devastating smirks.

You rolled your eyes back at him and followed his actions then led the way back into your bedroom. Settling into bed you got ready to hit play on the most recent episode of your show.

“I know, but I just want to make sure you’re really comfortable with the possibility of me getting to know someone and … you know being attracted to them too.”

You had turned in to face him now, searching his face for any sign of disgust or anger. Nothing.

“Baby, this isn’t a new conversation for us,” his head dropped lower, eyes meeting yours finally. “Look, I love you and I love seeing you happy,” he brought a hand up to trace your jawline, urging you to keep focused on him.

“And more than anything, your pleasure,” he leaned in closer, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, “is my pleasure.”

You couldn’t be more turned on by this man than you are right now. He was perfect, completely, undeniably, perfect.

“Whether you end up with a new friendship, or you just want someone new to play with,” he smirked at you, like the mental image had just flashed across his mind for the first time, “or even if it becomes more serious than that. I trust you, and I think you should at least reach out to her.”

All of a sudden, you got curious as a new thought worked its way into your mind. “If something happened.. happens.. between us.. do you want to be involved?” You lifted a finger to his chest, grazing up and now nervously. “I mean obviously I’ll talk to you before anything even becomes a thought but.. ya know..”

“That’s a good question,” he reassured you. “I think I would leave that up to you. You’re the only one that I want. If you want me to participate,” he took your hand from his chest, placing a kiss on top, “I will. If you want me to watch,” his voice dropped an octave lower, sending a shiver down your spine, “I will. And if you don’t want me around, that’s okay too.”

Like a switch flipped, you almost felt a weight lift off your shoulders. You were worried that he would get angry with you or be repulsed by the idea, even though you knew better than that. You two had talked about you bringing other women into the bedroom in the past, along with even talking about you having another partner, but it had never been on the brink of reality until now. 

So you did, you texted her. After 15 minutes of scrambling together a flirty, sophisticated, frantic, introductory text, you did it. You apologized for texting late and told her that you were sorry for being “dismissive” the other night, that you were glad Noah of all people had the guts to intervene, how you’d like to get to know one another if the offer still stood, and finally, you gave her your name. You couldn’t believe that she had this effect in you whilst not even knowing your name.

The next morning, you noticed you had a text notification from an unsaved number when turning off your work alarm. 

I have to say, I was starting to get nervous you had forgotten about me. I’m happy your boyfriend made your move for you too…lol. I’d really like to get to know you too. It’s nice to officially meet you Y/N. I’m Raven.

Raven.

You skimmed the message, zeroing in on her name, and saved her contact before really processing anything said in her text. You felt a head rush, like you were buzzing. High on the fact that that alluring, dark-haired, goddess was real—Raven. 

Then you were off to the races. Over the next few days, you and Raven communicated in some form whenever you were free to. You felt the adrenaline and giddiness of getting to know a new crush all over again. Asking questions about anything you could think of to understand each other better: your careers, your passions, your relationship, pet peeves, favorite albums, even your stance on the age-old debate, does pineapple belong on pizza?

You had learned, and shared with Noah, that you and Raven got along really well. You had similar senses of humor and enjoyed a good back-and-forth banter, and you had an almost eerie amount of overlapping or mirroring interests. She owned her own business, a hair salon in town you walked by whenever you stopped into your favorite coffee shop. She moved here almost a year ago, and was single, looking for new friends, maybe even something more. 

When you finally felt confident in the fact that she had been flirting with you just as much as you had been with her, you asked to see her. 

Earlier in the day, on Friday, Noah had proposed the idea. For her to come over to join you both in your Saturday night plans. At first, you were shocked by the proposal. Saturday nights were special for you two: you’d stay in for the night and spend the night making dinner, listening to music, appreciating each other, it was what you looked forward to at the end of every week. But after hearing him out, you agreed that it would be the perfect setting to see Raven again. You were comfortable enough with her now to invite her over for dinner, to hang out in a more casual setting. Your mind started to race, thinking about her in your house, what would you all do? What would her and Noah talk about? What were you going to cook? What would happen?

Anxiety aside, you did it. You asked, to which she eagerly accepted, if she would be interested in coming to you and Noah’s house the next night for dinner. You didn’t know at the time, but her stomach was doing somersaults when you finally asked to see her. She had typed up a text asking to meet for coffee, or a drink, or anything, and hit delete an embarrassing amount in the last few days. After you sent her your address details and decided on a time, you tossed your phone to the side.

It was really happening.

Present

Raven extended her right arm to you, handing you a fragrant floral drink Noah had made for you two.

You were almost ashamed by how much in awe you were of her. Tonight she looked absolutely ethereal. Pieces of her black hair were loosely pinned back away from her face, her eyes painted with her seemingly signature black eyeliner. Her lips looked different tonight, like they were stained red—which was driving you crazy.

Her body was draped in a crimson-colored maxi dress, mock-neck hugging her neck, the dress fitting her body like it was made just for her. The dress was sleeveless, leaving you to steal peeks of her heavily tattooed arms. God, you really did have a type.

Pulling yourself out of your admiration, you reached to grab your drink from her. For a second, your fingers brushed over hers, send a zap of electricity through your body.

“Well I was thinking… this,” you pulled out the record you’d been scouring for the last few minutes, lifting your eyebrows at her.

Koi No Yokan — Deftones. 

Raven smiled at you nodding her head, “Gorgeous choice.” Koi No Yokan was one of your favorite albums of all time, housing some of the songs you hold dearest to you. Over the last 5 days you’d learned it was also a favorite of Raven’s.

“Here, I’ll put it on,” she grabbed the record from you and moved past you to the record player. “You should try that drink, you’ve got a damn good bartender on your hands.”

As if summoned, Noah walked over to join you two, walking straight to cheers you. He clinked his own whiskey drink against your glass, and you took a healthy sip in hopes it would give you the courage you needed for whatever was to come tonight.

“Dinner’s ready ladies. Shall we?” he asked, motioning his hand toward the dining table for you both to have a seat. Raven walked to her seat first with you following behind. As you walked past him, he stopped you to pull you in for a quick hug and to steal a kiss on your forehead. 

You looked up to him with all of the love and admiration in the world.

“Thank you,” you whispered, finally breaking apart to join your new guest at the table.

You knew your night was only getting started.

“Ooo, sorry one last stop before we go home,” Raven pleaded to you, already turning her body toward the coffee shop door.

“Ugh, fine. But I’m not driving home then,” you whined crossing your arms. 

She had shown up at yours and Noah’s house bright and early—as if you’d miss the farmers market entirely if you weren’t there at the crack of dawn. The two of you had been out all morning, dragging each other into various bookstores, clothing shops, record stores, you name it. Anywhere that could aid in prolonging your date just another hour longer. While you couldn’t get enough of spending every moment with her, you were ready for the couch rotting in sweatpants portion of the date.

She opened the door but stopped to turn and look back toward you. “You weren’t driving to begin with, let’s be real.” You laughed. “However, I will buy your coffee to stay in your good graces,” she smiled before turning back to walk to the counter.

You rolled your eyes as you followed her in, although you knew she was right. The past few weeks had been indescribable. The three of you had been spending a lot of time together, dinners and movie nights, The usual love and adoration you got from Noah now doubled and mirrored by Raven—it was wonderful, almost too much to comprehend at times.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize she had ordered for you both, and gotten your drinks from the pick-up area while you were daydreaming about your current reality. 

“Hey, baby. Earth to y/n?” she placed your coffee in your hand finally bringing you back into conversation. 

“Hey- oh thank you,” you quickly smiled at her, trying to appear like you had been tuned in the entire time.

She simply laughed in return and walked out, knowing you wouldn’t be far behind her.

You couldn’t help but keep your eyes glued on her the entire car ride from the city to your house. She really was striking. From her midnight-colored waves cascading down wrapped over her chest and arms, to her eyes, darker than the espresso she’d ordered earlier, hugged in her signature jet-black wing. But there was also a softness about her. Her skin, so delicate and soft wrapped in ink. Her lips, God, were her lips soft. Always stained red and plump, they framed her face perfectly, and they felt—

“Okay pup, I can’t ignore it anymore, what are you thinking about?”she glanced over at you for a moment, finding your eyes searing through her before looking back to the road.

I mean it isn’t like you were being secretive about it, but even you had to admit you were lost up in your own mind more today than usual.

And that fucking name, pup. She knew how weak it made you—she had learned the effect it had on you one night that she came over, Noah first slipping up calling you it at the dinner table, and later again with much more intention.

“I just don’t know how I got here. Got so lucky,” your spoke earnestly. 

“Really?” She smirked over at you, bringing her arm to rest on the center console, “Because it looks like you were thinking about eating me alive.”

“Two things can be true at the same time,” you brought your hand up to hers, slowly dragging your hand up her arm. 

The air in the car suddenly felt thick, and you glanced out of the windshield thrilled to see your driveway in near sight.

The two of you barely even made it into your house without ripping off any clothes you had on off. Although, responsible Raven had made sure your shopping bags and watered-down coffees at least made it to the dining room table first. 

But then she was all over you. Her hands were everywhere, in your hair, gripping your hips, squeezing your breasts. Her mouth taking turns between your lips, your neck, your chest.

She always made you feel like you were on fire, didn’t even need to be touching you if you were being honest. The only thing that could have felt better than having her grope you like she needed to feel every inch of you, was if Noah was attached to you too, working in tandem with her.

Oh shit. Noah knew the two of you were going out on a date early today, but he definitely didn’t know what you were doing now. 

That was one of your rules you two made when all of this started, a set of boundaries the two of you created in order to keep your relationship healthy and honest. There were two “ground rules” you had both put together in order to keep things healthy: always tell each other if you are planning on being intimate during a date and don’t lie to each other, no matter what.

“Raven,” you placed your hands on her shoulders trying to get her attention. Even with your hands grasped on her skin, she didn’t stop placing teasing kisses to your neck and collarbones.

“Rae, we can’t, I- I didn’t-“ you tried again, too gently, to make her pull back for a second.

She finally looked you in your eyes, annoyed. Like you were interrupting her dinner. “I talked to pretty boy this morning before I picked you up, he already knows I was planning on giving you the full princess treatment today,” She said smiling, mostly to herself. She broke eye contact and glanced down at your already swelling lips—you had been biting them more than you’d realized.

Wait, so they had talked about…. you? And the details of your impending date? You couldn’t help but blush thinking of Raven calling Noah to discuss you in any capacity.

“Yeah but, we have a rule, if I want to—“ she cuts you off again. 

“Pup,” she looks up at you again, feeling your eyes almost water at that fucking pet name again, “he knows. He told me to keep you entertained until he got back from the studio.”

The way she was speaking so nonchalantly about everything was only making you weaker in the knees for her now. Your mind started racing thinking about how their conversation went down, what exactly she told him she had planned today. Was he really okay with it? Of course he was, hell he’s been more supportive of you than you have navigating this new dynamic unfolding between you and Raven, and even the three of you together.

“Look,” she stopped altogether and brought her hand under your chin, forcing you to focus on her again. “everything has been taken care of, you have my word. But if you aren’t comfortable, then I guess we could always just watch movies until Noah gets home.” She shrugged her shoulders, fuck that. 

Without thinking anymore, you grabbed her hand under your chin and used it to pull her back closer to you. You dove right into her, tired of all of the teasing and the cautiousness. You could never get enough of her taste, like vanilla and bitter coffee. She quickly pulled you off the wall, carefully leading you to your room without disconnecting from you, not wanting to waste a single kiss. 

Finally you were in your bedroom, only breaking away from her to undress out of your suddenly too-tight maxi skirt and tank top. 

“Leave those on,” she reached out grabbing your hand that was ready at your waistband. “Sit back against the headboard for me baby.” She kissed your forehead and you obliged immediately, not wanting to wait a second longer to get her hands back on you.

She followed close behind you, kneeling between your spread legs in bed. You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes scanned completely over her body. Her hair now tucked behind her ears, leaving her on full display for you. Unlike you, she had completely undressed, and she truly was built like the goddess she was. 

She suddenly leaned forward, now on her hands and knees hovering over you. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you managed to breathe out.

“You,” you felt a kiss on your forehead, “are,” then a kiss on your cheek.

Slowly she worked her way down your front, taking her time placing a trail of teasing kisses along the way. You were getting too impatient, trying to rub your legs together when she placed a lingering kiss just above your nipple.

“Shhh, someone’s impatient.” Now she was hovering right above where you needed her most, her breath kissing your core.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all day, please.” You whined bringing a hand into her hair.

Her hands finally went to the waistband of your panties, not wasting any more time, the coolness of the air hitting your center.

“Oh have I?” she looked up at you—Gods, was she a sight to behold. You nodded down at her biting your lip, mostly to stop yourself from whimpering at the scene of her hovering over your center, giving you that not-so-innocent look to contradict her question. She teasingly brought her fingers to your folds, rubbing them up and down through your already thick arousal.

So much for not letting that whimper out.

“Well, why don’t you tell me how I’ve been driving you crazy, huh?” she was still looking up at you, watching you quickly unravel. She was barely even touching you and you felt like you could already explode. You were so focused on not immediately falling over the edge that you hadn’t registered her question was a real demand until you felt her fingers leave your slit entirely.

Raven placed her finger on your clit, but halted her movement, causing another whimper from you.

“Be a good girl and tell me, and I’ll give you what you want.” 

Mmm. You nodded down at her again, silently pleading for her to please please touch you again. 

“O- okay,” she was nodding back at you now as if to encourage you to go on, and suddenly her breath right on your heat was enough to let it all out.

“This morning, when you came to pick me up, unhh,” her wet tongue suddenly licked a stripe up your folds, almost stopping you in your tracks already. You knew there was no way you’d be lasting long at all with the intensity you were feeling.

“Keep going,” she said tapping your thigh.

“Your outfit.. your body in that dress,” you were already panting trying to give her a concise answer when she started applying pressure to your clit with her finger that had been ghosting over it. When she had shown up to your house this morning, you almost said fuck the date entirely and dragged her inside then. She was in one of her usual fitted maxi dresses, this one black, adorned with a leather body harness decorated with silver hardware.

“Thought you’d like the harness.” Her tongue started to move skillfully inside of you, quickly picking up a rhythm that had you writhing underneath her.

She was so beautiful, especially like this. Her ivory skin would always get so flushed, her hair draped all over you no matter how much either of you tried keeping it out of her way. And when she would pause to look up at you, with that completely lust-stricken look in her eyes, it took everything in you not to completely fall apart every time.

As if she knew—because she always did—she began to move her finger in circles on your clit, working in tandem with her tongue to bring you closer to your climax. 

She had learned your body so well just over the past few weeks, but with Noah coaching her that was no surprise. Being reminded of the two of them together over you, Noah telling Raven what you liked, where she could touch you that would drive you insane, was only making you wetter and bringing you closer to the edge.

“Rae,” you gripped your hand in her hair harder as if to warn her you were close.

“Let go puppy, all over me,” her mouth was back on your center in an instant. Between her verbal coaxing and her mouth, you felt that white-hot heat creep up in your vision, your body.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, bucking your hips closer to her mouth, riding out your orgasm while she lapped you up, still circling your clit. 

You knew it wouldn’t be long before she pulled another one out of you if she kept going. “Raven,” you barely breathed out. 

“One more for me, I know you can do it.” 

Of course you could with that kind of encouragement. It was only a second before you felt that familiar warmth rush through you again, all over her.

“Good girl,” she placed a lingering kiss to your inner thigh, before going back to cleaning you up.

You had been so caught up in your own release that you hadn’t heard the front door open, and you certainly hadn’t heard your boyfriend make it to the bedroom.

“Did I show up too late to crash your date?” He was leaned up against the back of the door, with his hands across his chest, like he had been waiting all too patiently for someone to notice him. 

How long had he been there? Certainly not long, but the thought had your heart racing. You loved when he watched the two of you, even if it was only for a moment when all three of you were together. And you knew he enjoyed it even more than you did.

“Never. Come play,” Raven beckoned him over to the bed. 

He pulled his shirt off quickly before walking over, not wasting a second after getting his formal invitation. You could have come undone again alone at the sight of him—but you knew it would only be moments before you did anyway.