#sam x ruby x reader

After your eventful night with Ruby, the dynamic between the three of you shifted. The shift was slow, but noticeable.

Ruby started to become more physically affectionate with you, and almost teasingly so, when it was in front of Sam. At first he looked away, the muscle in his jaw twitching when she kissed you all slow and sultry. But sometimes you would catch Sam looking on and you could have sworn a tent would raise in the front of his jeans. And you would catch the way Ruby would look at you after like she knew it.

She always knew. Always

The slight upturn to her full lips, the glint in the darkness of her eyes as they darted from your face over to Sam’s. He would glower at her, but in the next minute they’d be making up like nothing had occurred in the first place. The tension had always been there, some unspoken disagreement. From what you could tell, that disagreement surrounded you

You had spent enough time around overworked college students, you being one of them, to notice the signs of addiction. Adderall, weed, alcohol, the occasional coke user. They would get jittery, twitchy, irritable. Your classmates around you presented enough of the symptoms that you could have written your senior thesis on it were you a social psych major. The whole concept of it never really appealed to you, though you consumed enough caffeine in order to counterbalance the effect of too much homework in too little time to be considered an addiction.

The point was, you could acknowledge the symptoms. And you could see them in Sam. The shakiness of his large hands as he typed away at his computer, the hyperness like a kid who had eaten too much Halloween candy. But most of all the irritability, his growing tendency to snap at you over little things. Then it would all disappear, and he would be back to his normal self, kissing the side of your head before he and Ruby went out to follow up on their lead. And like the ebb and flow of the addiction cycle, he would be back on his bullshit within the week. Sometimes Ruby would placate his frustration, a hand on his arm and featherlight kiss to his jaw, words too low for you to discern were whispered into his ear. 

You felt left out in those moments, hurt that some woman—demon—could hold his ear so tightly when you had known him for nearly 4 years. He didn’t owe you anything, you knew that. You weren’t his mother, his sister, or his girlfriend. But you were his friend, his best friend, and in your mind that gave you some level over her. However, having felt the ‘Ruby Effect’ on multiple occasions, you gave Sam some slack regardless of if he deserved it or not. 

There was no clue, no inkling you had to what, exactly, Sam’s fix of choice was. He didn’t stink of weed or alcohol, he definitely was not the type to do hard drugs, and you had never seen Sam Winchester, the boy genius, take Adderall or any other ADHD medication. He could focus just fine without the stimulant; You had a sneaking suspicion hunting was his stimulant. As far as what got his boxers in a twist, you were completely in the dark, which was a place you hated to be in. 

You weren’t a therapist. You had no idea how to approach the issue, but you were concerned for your friend. Ruby didn’t seem to make the problems any better either. If anything, she seemed to feed the addiction. Her careful smile, her reverent hands and honeyed words. Every time you gathered the courage to say something, anything, one or both of them gave you that too-soft look that had you forgetting any and all of your worries. 

It’s true what they say. When the good times are good, they are very good. It overshadows all the little doubts and insecurities. So despite the shift from mutual friendship became something other, you were too blissed out most of the time and caught up in the cases they placed on you. 

You couldn’t be concerned into what happened behind the loosely closed doors when you were in the bathroom or the conversations that stopped abruptly after coming in from a coffee run when your nose was practically being shoved into the computer or into the lore books. You tried to pretend it wasn’t intentional. 

Maybe it wasn’t, but you liked to think you had enough agency to recognize when you were being misdirected away from something. Something important. But every time you got close, something came in and broke the focus. 

You’d find out soon enough, though. 

Laying on the lumpy and uncomfortable mattress, you had been flipping through a comic book you picked up in the last city you guys stopped in when the two of them came trudging through the door looking worse for wear. Both covered in blood, a combination of their own and whatever thing they had killed. Sam had a few minor knicks but nothing major, and Ruby as usual was unscathed.

Ruby had greeted you first, leaning over the side of the bed to cup your face with a blood-encrusted hand tipping your head upwards. She hadn’t had blood on her lips that you saw, but you still tasted the coppery tang on her tongue as she opened your mouth with her own. The kiss knocked you breathless, her affection being wholly unexpected. 

From the other end of the room, you heard Sam clear his throat before the thump of him slumping down into one of the chairs at the table. Ruby pulled away first, smiling as she carded her nails through your hair. 

“You wanna patch Sam up while I shower, pretty girl?” She crooned, fingers tangling in your hair. 

You closed the comic book, setting it to the side. “Yeah. I’ll grab the med kit.” 

She nodded her approval, moving like an apparition as she disappeared into the bathroom. The med kit was set up on the table before Sam could even get his sliced and bloody shirt over his head.

“Bad, huh?” You asked, grabbing a thick stack of gauze and the bottle of rubbing alcohol. 

“Nothing we couldn’t handle.” He responded as you shifted closer. 

Pulling your seat up as close as you could, your legs tangled with his. Dousing the gauze square in the strong smelling liquid you tried not to dwell on how very shirtless he was. Sure, you had seen him shirtless plenty of times before, both when you both lived normal civilian lives and while hunting. But after everything had seemed to shift, to change, it hung heavy. The way he always held eye contact felt charged now, especially as you leaned in to swipe the alcohol soaked cotton square around the raised and puckered slices in his skin. Whatever got its claws in him had left behind small cuts along his chest and shoulders, but thankfully they were all very shallow, but not much was to be said about the cuts themselves.

“You’re lucky you don’t need stitches.” You muttered, brows furrowing in concentration. “These edges are jagged as hell. I’d be a bitch to sew back together.”

Sam hissed through clenched jaw. “Don’t feel that lucky right now, baby.” 

Your movements faltered as he spoke. He never called you by a pet name. It was your name or a derivative nickname. But after the momentary pause, you continued onward, swiping the dried and crusted blood from his skin. Though, your heart kept stuttering, the strained way he called you ‘baby’ playing on a loop. 

Sighing, you tossed the now ruddish red stained gauze pad into the plastic grocery bag and doused another one. “You’re alive. That’s lucky enough on its own.”

“‘Course I am.” You felt and saw him shift under your touch, putting two fingers under your chin to lift your gaze to his. “Couldn’t leave you all alone, now could I?”

Jesus. It really did smack you across the face sometimes that gone was the awkward, shaggy haired boy you went to undergrad with. Between the velvet-rich of his voice and the hard planes of his muscles, it was a man who you were cleaning blood off of, taking that boys place. 

For an instant, the world around you froze in place, everything falling into the background as Sam leaned in. He moved slow and calculated, and you dared not move. The soft lines of his face still existed there, drawing your eye as his drifted from your eyes down to your lips. 

You couldn’t breathe, chest tight and hands trembling. No longer sure of anything, you didn’t move a hair. Even if you really wanted to, you didn’t think you were capable of it anyway. Nor would you really even want to. 

But like shooting a witch, the spell was broken as the pipes rattled, signalling Ruby getting into the shower. And just like that, the moment had passed. Sam leaned back, running a hand through his hair. There was a wild in his eyes when he blinked back at you. An edge that bordered on unhinged. It was the same look your classmates used to have when they needed a fix, but darker with something you couldn’t quite place. 

“I can finish up here. Why don’t you run and grab us some food?” Your heart dropped, so did your hand with the gauze from his chest. “I think we were talking about chinese”

Tugging the inside of your lip between your teeth, you retreated from his space, breaking your line of sight from that heated gaze. Moving the gauze, alcohol and bandages within his reach, you stood. You turned to walk away, to grab your shoes and your coat, but his hand on your wrist stopped you. 

“Sam.”  You breathed, turning to face him. 

You watched transfixed as he cradled your wrist, bringing your hand up to his mouth. Swallowing hard as his lips, soft and warm, brushed a kiss to the back of your hand across your knuckles. It was the barest hint of skin on skin, but it still had your breath catching in your throat. 

But then, in true Sam Winchester, puppy dog given human form, fashion, he let your wrist fall softly back to your side with a gentle look. 

“Be safe.” He said, like he hadn’t just made your heart stall in your chest. 

You turned away, face on fire, to grab your coat and shoes. As you laced up your shoes and slung your coat over your shoulders, it became a task of convincing yourself you were simply fulfilling his request, and not retreating from the weight behind his actions. 

Taking your sweet time, you walked down to the restaurant. You didn’t leave the motel very often, a long ago decision being made that you were better suited to stay at the room and run interference for law enforcement or do lore research. But on the rare occasions you did, like this one, it was nice to get out of the room and into the fresh air—connect with society beyond the librarians and the clerks at the front desk of whatever motel you were staying at. 

The dinner rush was just ending as you placed your order, but despite that it didn’t take long for the woman to bring your food, piled into a paper bag, back up to the front.

On an autopilot fueled by the aroma of chinese food, you didn’t register that you were back at the door to the room until you had to pull your key from your pocket. It was the only one on the ring, and it slid into the lock effortlessly. 

Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you opened the door. Sure, you knew that Sam and Ruby were intimate. You heard enough of it when they thought you were asleep. But seeing it was another thing, and this was definitely another scenario all together. 

You felt your lips part, jaw going slightly slack as you took in the sight before you. Ruby sat perched on Sam’s lap in nothing but a towel, head fallen back in bliss as Sam bowed his head where his mouth was wrapped around the inside of Ruby’s wrist. 

Catching the bag of food before it could slip from your surprised-losened grip, you stuttered. “S-sorry. I-I, uh, I can just leave this here and—uh, go wait in the car. Um, sorry.”

You set the food bag down on the table beside the door and was halfway back out of the room, your face burning and heart pounding, among other parts of you, when Ruby called out after you.

“It’s alright, baby.” Her voice was thick and slightly slurred. “C’mere.”

Turning, you considered her offer. 

Then Sam cut in, voice harsh. “Ruby! No.”

You saw it then, the red around his mouth, the cut along Ruby’s forearm. No idea why, the background as to why Sam had gone full Cullen, but it clicked in your brain. His drug of choice.

She leveled a sultry look at him, cocking her head to the side as she brushed her other hand over his face, pushing his floppy bangs to the side, his head following. 

“C’mon, Sam. About time she got the full experience.” Her thumb dragged across his lips, the blood smearing across his cheek and the broad sweep of his jaw. 

“No.” He groaned, though with less conviction than the first time. “She’s not ready.”

“Sam.” Ruby said almost in a whine. “Please? And shouldn’t she decide for herself?”

You felt yourself shrink by a couple inches when they both looked over at you. Two pairs of dark eyes fixated on you, both pleading and wanting. Sam with his puppy dog eyes you could never say no to, and Ruby who looked less innocent but just as desperate to have you again; a small stirring swirled in your belly and you swallowed hard, stepping fully back into the room and shut the door behind you.

How you ended up on the bed was a blur. 

One second you were standing by the door, the next you were here, back flush to the bed with Sam’s lips on yours, large body covering your own, and Ruby to the left side of you, her mouth busied on your neck.

Sam was everything you had dreamed of and more. His mouth hot and warm, tongue sweeping across the seam of your lips to request access, which, naturally, you gave him. Your thighs were kept parted by his trim waist, your legs wrapping lazily around the backs of his thighs. He was soft but intense—desperate—just like how you imagined he would be. The taste of copper still clung to his mouth in faint traces and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not. 

You had lost your coat somewhere along the way, and you vaguely remembered Sam tugging your boots off before crawling up your body to capture your mouth. Ruby’s hand was teasing under the thin hem of your tanktop, and you could feel your nipples start to harden, poking through the thin material. 

She sucked and kissed and licked at your neck, your shoulder, and you knew you’d be marked to Hell come morning. You didn’t care. Not one bit. Not with the way with each mark, each kiss, each brush of her tongue against your racing pulse you found yourself becoming wetter beneath your jeans and panties. 

One of your hands had tangled in Sam’s shaggy hair, the other Ruby had guided to her own body. The angle was too awkward to really do much with, but still you ran your palm over her stomach, her side and around to her ass. She was breathing unevenly against your skin, so you figured you must be doing something right. 

Between the sounds she was making and Sam kissing you like he could crawl inside your mouth and curl up inside, your hips around against him seeking any kind of friction, and boy did you get some. A thick bulge lay against the spot between your hip and thigh. You could have guessed he was big from the few glances you caught, but feeling it against your body was a whole other thing. 

“Sure you wanna do this?” Sam grunted as he pulled away to kneel between your legs. 

Immediately you missed his warmth overtop you, the plush of his lips on yours. But as his hands ghosted across the space where your jeans met your hips, you found you could live with it. 

“Are you?” You countered, watching the exchange of glances between him and Ruby.

His thick fingers slipped the tiniest bit under the waistband, running them back and forth. There was something in the way he looked at you, like you laying there with Ruby nuzzled into your neck, made everything complete. You could say exactly when the last bit of resolve faded, and he gave into Ruby’s scheme.

“I am if you are.” He bent in on himself to press a kiss to the skin of your belly that had been exposed from Ruby gradually easing your tank up to rest under your breasts. “Take care ‘a you if you are.”

You nodded once. “Then fuck me like you mean it, Sammy.”

From against your neck, you could feel Ruby smile into you. “That’s our smart girl.”

As Sam got your jeans down your legs, Ruby helped you sit up, pulling the material of your tank top up and over your head. 

“So pretty.” She murmured, easing you back against the pillows. 

She leaned down, the warmth of her breath ghosting over your breast seconds before she groped at it, her mouth closing over your nipple. A ragged moan tore from your lungs, back arching your chest into her mouth. 

You did your best to help Sam shimmy your jeans over your ass, tugging them down your thighs. Your underwear followed closely behind, the elastic giving easier around your curves than the denim. Even naked, the damp cold that had permeated into the room couldn’t touch your feverish body now. 

You cracked your eye open to watch as Sam pull his shirt over his head with a smooth movement. As he tossed it to the side, presumably where your clothes were now, he caught you staring. The grin he shot you was shy, but even through the blush across his tan skin a bit of cock-sureness glowed through. He was hot, and he damn well knew it. 

His jeans are quick work under his swift fingers, falling to the floor too, the worn-out elastic of his boxer-shorts hanging low on his hips. With just that material left, there is basically nothing to hide his erection tenting the material.

It wasn’t like you could forget just how massive he was. He stood at 6’4 and was all muscle, you were sure anyone short of a giant would feel tiny next to him. But when his hand wrapped around your calf, it really hit you just how big the difference really was.

Ruby had deposited you as far up the bed as she could and to the right side, the top of your head inches from the headboard, but Sam still laid awkwardly half-on-half-off the bed. But he didn’t seem to mind as he brought his head between your thighs. His hot tongue licked a stripe along your inner thigh, and you felt your mind fracture. He traced that line upwards, over the crease of your thigh to where you wanted him most. 

Another shocked moan slipped between your parted lips as he dragged another hot line with his tongue over your pussy. Hand shooting to his hair, your hips bucked up. The dark chuckle against your core that followed sent vibrations directly onto your clit. Between Ruby at your chest and him between your legs, part of you wondered if you had died on your way back to the motel from the chinese restaurant and you were in heaven. 

“He makin’ you feel good, pretty girl?” Ruby crooned, pulling off your chest with a wet pop. 

“Y-yeah.” You moaned, a sound that was shortly muffled as her lips. 

It was like they were one person, one mind, as Ruby licked into your mouth in the same second that Sam sucked your clit into his mouth. Every pleasurable nerve was on fire, and that subtle stirring had roared to life low in your belly. 

“God, Ruby, she’s so soaked right now.”

Ruby had eaten you out harshly, lips and teeth and tongue moving against you with precision. Her goal was to make you cum, to get you to be hers. 

Sam couldn’t have been any more different.

He was sloppy and messy. He shoved his entire face into your pussy, slicking you up with his tongue and lips. You were sure whenever he would pull off of you, that his entire chin would be covered in a mix of your slick and his spit. But for right now, he stayed planted down there, making out with your clit. 

It wasn’t long before that coil in your belly started to tighten. You tried to warn him, but Ruby had your mouth captive with her own. With the way Sam wrapped an arm around your hips, you figured he got the memo, whether it be from the ragged and uneven breaths or the way you squirmed harder under his mouth or the way your clit throbbed against his tongue. However he knew, he was ready when your body seized as the first orgasm hit you like lightning. 

You still weren’t used to the way it felt, like a shockwave through your core. The ragged moans that came with it didn’t even sound human, but you were too blissed out to even care. Sam worked you through your orgasm, licking and sucking, each kiss across your clit adding the smallest amount of suction against your pulsating clit. 

Ruby broke the kiss first, leaning back. Somehow you managed to open your eyes, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Sure enough, as Sam sat up from between your legs, you could see in the soft lamplight, the glistening of your arousal and his saliva coating his mouth and chin. 

You took the time to pull air back into your lungs as they both climbed off the bed. Pussy throbbing, you watched as Ruby approached Sam who still stood at the end of the bed. He moved fast, leaning down to kiss her deeply. There was no doubt she could taste you on his lips, his tongue. That thought had another flood of arousal pooling low in your belly. 

As erotic as that visual was, it was topped by how Ruby turned her attention to you. She climbed onto the bed, crawling up to take Sam’s place. Your thighs rested solidly over her shoulders, muscled arm wrapping around your hip to lay flat on your lower belly. As Ruby refamiliarizes herself with your thighs, fingers tracing lines that her lips follow, Sam comes up to your side. Recognition of what is to come flashes across your mind but it doesn’t truly register until he is moving to kneel beside your head. 

Saliva floods your mouth as he tugs the material down his thick thighs. The proud length of his cock springs free and you blink. 

“There’s no way that’s fitting inside me.” You say, causing them both to chuckle.

“We’ll make sure you’re ready, baby.” Ruby says all soft and assured as she kisses between your legs that spot right above your clit. 

Sam reaches out, brushing your hair back from your face. “I know you can do it, baby. We’ll start slow. Won’t hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

Reluctantly, you nod. 

What he says is true. He’s never hurt you, not intentionally anyway. With how wet you are already, and how Ruby is eyeing your pussy like a four-course meal, something in the back of your mind tells you you’ll be more than ready to take him when the time comes. 

“Good girl.” Sam praises, his words having their desired effect on your nervous system. 

Ruby begins first. The difference is palpable, but no less pleasurable. Her tongue moves in swift and sure strokes against your sensitive clit. Your mouth falls open again in a silent moan. From your immediate right, Sam takes his thick cock in his fist, stroking it a few times before he shuffles closer to your head. 

Again, the thought of how the fuck it is gonna fit inside your pussy let alone your mouth, but still you lean in to close the gap. You have no idea how to suck cock, let alone how to suck Sam’s cock. 

Deciding to start easy, you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock. The groan that follows feeds your confidence and you do it again with more pressure this time as you drag it up the length of him. One of your hands tangles in Ruby’s hair as she continues to suck at your clit, the other you quickly spit into, giving his cock an experimental stroke before wrapping it around the base.

“Harder, sweet girl.” He grunts. “Don’t be shy with me.”

You do as he requests, earning yourself a strained moan. Gripping him tighter, you stroke him again, further spreading your spit along his shaft before you close your lips around the head of him. The strangled sound that comes from him almost makes you stop, but the shallow thrust forward leads you to believe that it’s a good thing. A large hand reaches out to thread through your hair, slowly guiding you up and down his cock. 

Body shuddering, a moan travels from your tongue to his cock as you feel Ruby slid two fingers through the slickness of your pussy before pushing them inside. You roll your hips against her mouth, against the feeling of her fingers knuckle deep inside you. Sam keeps your head moving in shallow bobs, the weight of his cock laying against your tongue as he slides himself further into your mouth until he brushes against the back of your throat. The sensation causes you to gag and immediately he retreats. 

“Sorry, baby.” He apologizes, leaving only the head of him on your tongue. 

You hum, indicating that it is okay for him to move again. Diligently, he starts again and this time you slide your hand along his cock for whatever length doesn’t fit in your mouth. The spit in your mouth grows viscous, some of it escaping out the side of your mouth as you moan around him. Ruby knows every single button to push to have you a keening and moaning mess under her ministrations. Her fingers slide in and out of you easily, so much so you feel the stretch of a third being added alongside the others. 

You feel so full, but as your jaw begins to ache around Sam’s cock, you know that it’s gonna be nothing compared to what’s next. Ruby’s other hand smooths over your lower belly, adding a little pressure so you can really feel the way her fingers work in and out of you, curling up to brush against the sensitive spot. 

Overwhelming, is the word you’d use to explain the onslaught of pleasure coming from every part of you. Sam’s moans above you are hotter than Hell, even more so is his desperate restraint to the point you can feel him shaking, and Ruby’s dexterously sinful fingers and tongue having you barreling towards another climax. It causes your chest to tighten, your thighs closing further around her head. Closer and closer she pushes you to that edge, easier than the first time due to how sensitive the first orgasm made you. 

Before you can register everything, another blinding orgasm rocks through you. You moan loudly onto Sam’s cock, your body going rigid against the bed as Ruby works her fingers in and out of you keeping the sensations rolling through you in great waves. 

You are shaking by the time Sam pulls his cock from your mouth and Ruby pulls her fingers from your pussy. So much. So many feelings coexist in your body right now. But clearly they aren’t done with you, not as they switch positions again. This time, Ruby stops before getting on the bed. Still blissed out, you are confused as to what’s happening until she leans down into a pile of her discarded clothes from earlier and pulls a switchblade from them. Panic sweeps through your chest as you watch, but nothing comes from your lips. Nothing comes to your brain.

“A deal is a deal.” She said to Sam. 

As if sensing your fear, she turns to you. “This isn’t for you sweet girl. Remember, we aren’t gonna hurt you.”

You swallow thickly, but say nothing. Some part of you believes her, but still a cold edge slithers up your spine as she brings the knife up. The cut on her arm, which has long since stopped bleeding and is little more than a scratch now, the blood on Sam’s lips. It all makes more sense now. 

“Okay.” You breathe, little more than a whisper. 

“Good girl.” She coos as she climbs onto the bed next to you. 

Sam is back kneeling between your thighs like a sinner at the altar, big hands spanning across your thighs. 

As Ruby brings the knife to her wrist you want to look away. You try to, but it’s a futile attempt. Enraptured, you watch as the gleam of silver slices slowly across the inside of her lower arm. Crimson pools up in fat beads, but yet Sam doesn’t move. He kneels there transfixed, watching the blood well up. It isn’t until it’s dripping down her arm and onto your stomach does he break out of whatever trance he was under. A good bit of it coats your belly, settling in the dips. It’s warm and wet and you’re caught between panic and arousal. 

You watch on as Sam grips onto her arm, bringing it to his mouth. He licks the trail of blood from where it dripped down her arm to where the cut is, wrapping his lips around it. Ruby’s head falls back and she closes the blade, tossing it back to where she grabbed it from. A soft moan sounds from her lips as Sam licks the blood from the wound. 

Once the bleeding has stopped, the wound already starting to stitch itself closed, he pulls away. His eyes are darker than you have ever seen them, and you think you begin to understand a little more. 

A gasp parts your lips as Sam dips low, tongue trailing along your belly. He laps at the blood coating your stomach, smearing red along your skin as it saturates his tongue. It doesn’t take long for him to clean you of her blood, only streaks of red left along your stomach.

“Almost there, pretty girl.” Ruby says to you as she moves to kneel above your face. “Ready for the grand finale?”

“Yes.” You nod, and you know you have fallen under the same spell as Sam, but you can’t be bothered to care, not as Ruby lowers herself down onto your face. 

She is already soaking by the time your tongue makes contact with her pussy. Your inexperience didn’t stop at sucking dick, it also extended to eating pussy, so you tried your best to recreate what she and Sam did for you. You started with open mouthed kisses along her clit. Reaching up, you curled your hands around her thighs, the tips of your fingers digging into the plush and muscle. 

Your entire body jolted as you felt Sam guide the blunt head of his cock through your soaked pussy. Then, it caught on your entrance and your breath was knocked from your lungs. You tried to keep your movements on Ruby’s pussy consistent, but the stretch and pressure of Sam slowly pushing himself inside you gave you pause. 

“Go easy, Sam. Don’t wanna break our sweet girl.” Ruby moans from above you.

“Tryin’” He groaned, pulling his cock out just to slide it back in again and sending himself in deeper a few inches. “So tight, baby.”

Ruby, evidently impatient at your halting, started to grind down on your mouth. The movement shocks you back into yourself as you work with her movements. Finally, Sam hit the wall where he couldn’t go any deeper, and you had never felt so full in your life, his length splitting you open right down the center. And when he started to move, it was a conscious effort to keep licking and kissing at Ruby’s core. 

He started slow, keeping them long and even. Sam’s choked sounds met your ears even through Ruby’s thighs bracketing your ears. Hers harmonized with his, desperate and full as she ground her hips on your face. 

You felt her lean forward, the angle of which she sat changing as she did. Then you felt her fingers against your clit, working in circles as Sam fucked into you. So so so much. You felt yourself tighten around Sam’s cock. Clearly he did too from the way his hand shot to your hip, your name falling from his lips roughly. He sounded wrecked, and you sure you did too against Ruby’s core. 

Her hips started to shudder around your shoulders, and you clung to her. When her climax spread through your body, she tensed above you, a loud moan echoing through the room. You weren’t sure you heard a prettier sound. 

She stayed bent over your body, her pussy no longer pressed to your face. You could feel her arousal coat your mouth and chin and you licked your lips, wiping whatever was left with your hand. Then her mouth closed around your clit and you cried out, gripping back onto her thighs.

“Don’t know how much longer I can last, pretty girl.” Sam panted. “Fuck, she’s so tight, Ruby. Feels so good.”

Ruby moaned against your pussy and you felt your walls start to clamp down around his cock. Between their joined efforts, you felt that coil tightening rapidly and then it snapped. Darkness clouded your vision as your back arched clear off the bed. You moaned incoherently, it could have been her name, his, a mix of both. 

You didn’t know. 

You didn’t care. 

Not as Sam thrust into you a little harder, the tempo becoming erratic as he chased his own high. Ruby slid off of you, laying directly beside you, her hand running up and down your thigh. Pink tinged her cheeks in a postcoital glow, both of you watching as Sam fucked into you. His breaths were punctuated with moans, each one growing more and more desperate until he pulled out of you completely.

Then Ruby was there, her mouth instantly around his cock, taking him deep into her mouth. You marveled, as Sam gripped her hair hard enough to make your own head hurt as he came. It was a wrecked sound, one you wanted to hear again. His hips stuttered into her mouth until you could see his balls stop throbbing. She pulled off his cock, licking whatever spilled from the sides of her mouth. 

Then Ruby was curled against one side of you, then Sam laid out on the other side and you were so warm. Complete. Sam pressed a kiss to your temple, Ruby pressed one to your shoulder.

“So good, baby.” She crooned.

“Holy…shit.” You panted, and Sam laughed.

“Just you wait , baby.” He pressed another kiss to your hairline. “This is just the beginning for us.”

And this time, you listened. 

Ruby shifted beside you, turning to face you. Her lips brushed your cheek once, then again.

"You were so perfect last night."

You swallowed. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. She smiled like that was expected. Like your silence made her proud.

"It's okay if it's a little fuzzy. First times are always overwhelming."

She tucked your hair behind your ear. Her nails grazed your temple. You still hadn't looked at Sam—couldn't. Not yet.

"You wanted it, sweetheart," she said gently, like a mother soothing a frightened child. "You were begging. You said please."

Your chest fluttered. "I... I think I remember..."

"You don't have to remember everything," Ruby whispered. "That's what we're here for."

She kissed your forehead.

"We'll take care of you. Always."

There was movement behind you. A shift in the mattress. You felt a hand—his hand—settle against your hip. Sam didn't speak. But his fingers curled there, steady. Warm.

Ruby smiled over your shoulder. "See?" She whispered. "He's been watching you all morning. Like he's afraid you'll disappear."

You turned your face into the pillow. Your eyes stung.

"Did I..." Your voice cracked. "Was I... okay?"

Ruby made a delighted sound. She cupped your chin and turned your face back toward her.

"You were beautiful. The way you begged? The way you cried?" Her smile was sharp, but her voice stayed sweet. "I've never seen anyone fall apart so perfectly."

You flushed, eyes wide. She kissed your lips—soft, sweet, claiming.

"And we're just getting started, sweet thing."

The days started to blur after that first night.

You never talked about it—not really. Not out loud. Ruby was always near, smiling like she had a secret, her touch everywhere. She'd slip into bed behind you in the mornings, press up against your back and guide your hand down between her legs, whispering "just like that, sweet thing. Be gentle, Mommy's sensitive."

You never knew where to look when she said that. Mommy.

Sometimes she'd pull you into motel bathrooms after their hunts, tug your shirt over your head with a laugh and drag you into the shower with her. She'd press her wet chest to yours, tilt your chin up, and say:

"You like being close to me, don't you?"

You always nodded. You always meant it. It was easier than asking why Sam never looked you in the eye afterward.

He was different now. Quieter. Distant. Sometimes he wouldn't touch you for days—just sit in the corner, jaw tight, fingers twitching, like he was trying to hold something back. Other times—when he came back from wherever Ruby took him, his pupils blown wide and his hands shaking—he'd look at you again. Like that night. Like he was starving.

One night, you woke to the door slamming. You stayed very still beneath the blanket. You heard Ruby's voice, low and amused.

"Told you she missed you."

Then Sam was on top of you—touching you through your clothes, rough and fast and silent while Ruby sat on the edge of the bed and smiled like a cat watching something small try to run.

You came twice before he even kissed you. You were crying by the end of it. Ruby shushed you, pet your hair, said:

"You're such a sweet little thing. So eager to please."

You didn't know what you'd done right. But you were glad you'd done it.

They did not take you again. Not like that first night. Sometimes Sam kissed you like he meant it, then left the room like he was in pain. Sometimes Ruby curled up behind you and whispered things that made your cheeks burn:

"You miss it, don't you? Having Daddy inside you." or, "Bet that pretty little body aches for him."

Daddy.

You didn't answer. But she always laughed like she already knew.

You started sleeping between them. Not always—but often enough. Ruby would call you sweet thing in the dark, stroke your back while Sam breathed hard behind you like he was trying not to fall apart.

You thought maybe you'd done something wrong. Maybe you weren't what they wanted. But then Ruby would smile that slow, gleaming smile and say:

"You're still learning, baby. We're just teaching you how to be good."

And you believed her, because when Ruby smiled like that, it was easy to forget anything else.

The rain had started sometime after midnight.

You'd curled up on the little armchair in the corner of the motel room, legs tucked under Sam's old shirt, knees pressed to your chest. The fabric smelled like him. Like soap and leather and something darker you could never quite name.

You'd been waiting for hours.

Ruby and Sam had gone out again. Another hunt. Another night where you weren't invited. You hadn't even asked this time—you already knew what they'd say.

"It's too dangerous."

"You're not ready."

"Just be good and wait for us."

And you were good. Always. So why didn't they want you?

You stared out the rain-speckled window, the night outside blurred and slick with water, and tried not to cry.

You failed.

You didn't sob. Not loudly. Just a few hiccupped breaths, your cheek pressed to your knees, your eyes hot. You weren't even sure what hurt more—the ache between your thighs from the memories they gave you, or the hollow in your chest from how distant they felt since.

You thought, stupidly, that they might come back and see you like this and think you were pathetic.

But then the door burst open, and you startled violently, lifting your head as Ruby strode in first—her coat soaked through, curls dripping, mouth parted in laughter. Sam followed close behind, jaw set, eyes wild.

Your breath caught.

He had that look again. Pupils blown wide. Shoulders stiff. His hands were clenched at his sides, arms crossed, like he needed to hold himself still or he'd do something about it.

And Ruby? Ruby saw you immediately. Her eyes lit up the second she caught the tear tracks down your face.

"Oh, sweet thing—"

She dropped to her knees in front of you before you could even wipe your face.

"Why are you crying?" Her voice was low and syrupy. "What's happened, hmm?"

You tried to speak—tried—but she didn't really let you. She leaned forward, hands sliding up your bare legs under the hem of Sam's shirt. Her touch was warm, familiar, too much.

"You miss us?" She cooed. "Were you lonely while Mommy and Daddy were out working?"

You flushed instantly, eyes wide. You'd never called them that, but she'd been saying it for weeks. Referring to herself as Mommy, and Sam as Daddy. You weren't sure how to feel about it.

"I—I wasn't—"

Her fingers pushed higher. And then she gasped. A hand flying to her mouth in mock-shock, eyes glittering with delight.

"Oh my God, baby..." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "No panties?"

You went stiff.

Sam made a choked sound behind her.

"Did you do that on purpose?" Ruby asked sweetly, sliding her hands to your hips. "Were you waiting here all soft and needy, hoping we'd find you like this?"

"N-no, I just—"

"Just what?" She purred, crawling her fingers higher, dragging her nails lightly against your inner thighs. "Just missed us so much you got wet waiting?"

You whimpered. Ruby looked over her shoulder, smiling at Sam like she'd just opened a birthday present.

"She's dripping," she said casually. "You wanna see?"

Sam didn't speak. He didn't need to. His chest was heaving, nostrils flared, hands clenched tighter now.

Ruby turned back to you, voice dropping to a gentle hum.

"You don't have to cry anymore, baby. You're not in trouble." She leaned forward, lips brushing your cheek, your temple, your ear. "You're perfect. You just need to remember where you belong."

Ruby smiled like a secret, her hands still stroking slow, taunting lines along your inner thighs.

You were burning. Face hot, legs twitching, heart thudding like a war drum in your chest. Sam's shirt had bunched high on your hips now, and your bare legs trembled beneath Ruby's touch, your breath catching every time her fingertips slipped just a little too close.

"So sensitive," she whispered, brushing her knuckles just below where you ached. "You missed us this much, sweet thing?"

You couldn't look at her. Or Sam. You stared at the window, the glass dark with rain, and swallowed hard.

"I didn't mean to—"

"Shhh." Ruby leaned in, her breath warm on your skin. "It's okay. We like you needy."

She reached up and curled her fingers around your thighs, dragging them open with gentle insistence, her nails scraping lightly. You whimpered.

"That's it," she cooed, eyes flicking up to yours. "Let Mommy see."

You flinched at the word. Your face went red so fast it felt like fire. Ruby noticed, of course. She always did. She purred.

"Ohhh, that's what it is. That little word's too much for you, huh?"

You bit your lip, hard.

Sam was still standing by the door, arms crossed, his breathing shallow. He hadn't moved, but his eyes never left you. They were so dark now you could barely see the hazel. You knew that look.

"Sam," Ruby called, her voice syrup-thick. "You're just gonna stand there and let me have all the fun?"

He didn't answer. But his jaw flexed. His nostrils flared. He was breathing through it—barely.

"Look how pretty she is," Ruby murmured, dipping her fingers between your legs. "Already so wet, Sam. And she's been crying for us."

You moaned. Just a soft, shattered thing as she brushed your clit with two fingers, slow and gentle, like she had all the time in the world to destroy you.

"Bet Daddy missed this little pussy too," she said, looking right at him. "Bet he's aching just thinking about what it felt like wrapped around him."

You made a broken noise, burying your face in your hands, thighs twitching.

Ruby grinned.

"Aw, baby. Getting shy now?" Her fingers dipped lower—just once. A teasing press that made your whole body jolt. "You wanna come, don't you?"

You nodded frantically.

"Then ask for it."

Your voice cracked. "P-please—"

"Not like that, sweet thing." Her tone dropped. Lush. Dangerous. "Say it the right way."

You shook your head, face burning, breath hitching.

"Can't," you whispered.

"Yes, you can." She leaned forward and licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your inner thigh. "You say Mommy, and I'll let you come. I'll even get Daddy to come over here and give you a kiss for being so good."

You whined, thighs trembling.

"Say it," she whispered, her fingers circling your clit now in slow, devastating spirals. "You're doing so well, sweet girl. Don't you want to be good for us?"

Sam groaned softly. You heard it. Low and guttural in the back of his throat.

"He's watching," Ruby said. "He's waiting for you. Don't you want him to see what a good little girl you are?"

Your breath broke. Your body arched. You felt the pressure building—tight and unbearable.

"Say it," she whispered again. "Say it, and you can come."

You were crying again. Not from sadness. From overwhelm. From everything. From her touch and his stare and the ache in your chest.

"M-Mommy—"

Ruby gasped like you'd given her a gift.

"There she is."

And then she curled her fingers inside you and you shattered. You came hard—sobbing, breath broken, back arched—your thighs trembling around Ruby as her fingers fucked you through it like she hadn't even noticed the way your voice cracked around that first desperate Mommy.

But she noticed. Of course she did. And she was grinning.

"There she is," she murmured, fucking you faster now, fingers soaked. "That's my good girl. You just needed a little push."

Your head lolled back, lips parted, body twitching beneath her. You barely registered the way Sam's breath hitched again from across the room. But Ruby did. She glanced at him over her shoulder, eyes glittering with dark delight.

"Still just standing there like a kicked puppy, huh?" She said, mock-sweet, fingers not slowing in the slightest. "How long are you gonna keep pretending you're better than this?"

He didn't answer. He never answered when she spoke like that—just stood there, shaking, breathing too hard, eyes glued to where her fingers disappeared inside you, again and again.

"She's begging for it," Ruby went on, her voice still syrupy, her fingers pressing harder now, faster. "She already called me Mommy. What's the matter, Sammy? You afraid if she says your name, you'll finally admit what you really are?"

Sam's jaw clenched.

Ruby looked back at you, her eyes suddenly soft. Gentle.

"Sweet thing," she whispered. "You want him, don't you?"

You whined. Nodded.

"Then ask him to come over," she said, her fingers pressing deep. "Use your words, baby. Ask Daddy to come take what's his."

You sobbed again. It was too much—your body hot and wet and raw, her touch relentless, Sam's stare scorching through you. You couldn't breathe. Still, you turned your head toward him, trembling, shame thick in your chest.

"Please..." Your voice cracked. "P-please come over..."

He didn't move. His fists were clenched at his sides. His mouth was parted, his chest rising and falling like he'd just run miles.

"Say it," Ruby whispered. Her fingers curled inside you, found that spot again, and pressed. "Say it right, baby. Call him what he is."

You squeaked—your hips jolted. Your breath caught in your throat.

"D-Daddy—"

Sam snapped.

He was across the room before you blinked, hand fisting in Ruby's hair as he dragged her up and crashed his mouth to hers—hungry, violent, a kiss full of frustration and filth and everything he hadn't said in days.

Ruby moaned into it, triumphant. And then he shoved her away. She stumbled back, laughing. And Sam grabbed you.

"Mine," he growled, voice ruined. "Fucking mine—"

He hauled you into his arms, kissed you like he needed to own your mouth again, biting at your lip, panting against your skin, muttering filth between each frantic kiss.

"You don't fucking say that unless you mean it—you don't call me that unless you want me to ruin you... you're not getting away now, baby—never."

His hands were everywhere. Gripping your thighs, your ass, one hand cupping the back of your neck like he wanted to keep you still while he kissed you until your lips bruised.

Ruby just watched, licking her lips.

"Told you she'd be perfect."

And Sam? He didn't even hear her. He was too busy breaking your mouth with his.

You were clinging to Sam's chest, your breath hot and fast against his throat, his hands gripping your thighs so tight it felt like bruises blooming. Your lips were swollen, your whole body throbbing from Ruby's fingers, and your mind was still spinning when she spoke again—voice bright and cruel with delight.

"She's gonna get on her knees for you, Sammy."

Your head whipped around so fast it made you dizzy.

"Wh-what?"

Ruby smiled at you like you were being silly.

"Oh, sweet thing," she cooed. "You'll love it. I promise."

Sam made a sound—almost a whimper, deep and guttural—and buried his face in your neck for a second, breathing hard.

"Jesus Christ..."

"Don't blaspheme in front of the baby," Ruby said mock-innocently. "She's still pure. For now."

You blinked at her, lips parting, still too dazed to form anything more than a breathy, high-pitched: "But... I don't— I don't know how—"

Ruby's palm cracked lightly across your ass, making you squeak and press harder against Sam, the sting blooming instantly.

"Don't talk back," she said, still smiling. "You're gonna be a good girl and let Daddy teach you."

Your chest fluttered. Your thighs clenched. You nodded, still wide-eyed and hot-faced. Sam's head dropped back—he groaned, eyes fluttering shut for a second before he looked back at you, his pupils still black around the edges.

"You wanna make me happy, baby?" He asked hoarsely.

Your stomach flipped. You nodded.

"Yeah—yes—I do..."

He exhaled like he'd been punched, then gently let your legs slide down his hips until your feet hit the carpet again. You stood there, trembling between them, eyes flicking up at Sam—tall, wrecked, lips bitten raw—and over to Ruby, who raised a brow at you and tilted her chin down toward the floor at his feet.

Then back to you. A silent question.

Well?

You nodded. Your knees hit the carpet with a soft thud. You looked up. And Sam looked like he was about to levitate.

"Holy fuck..."

Ruby moved behind you, her hands running down your arms, smoothing your hair back over your shoulders.

"That's it," she whispered, kissing the crown of your head. "So obedient. You make Mommy so proud."

You flushed, swallowing hard as your hands rose shakily to Sam's belt. You fumbled—nervous, trembling—but he didn't move. He just watched you, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched tight.

Ruby leaned down behind you, her lips brushing your ear. "He's waited so long for this, sweet thing," she whispered. "You're making his dreams come true."

Your fingers slipped under the waistband of his jeans, tugging them down with shaky resolve. You pressed a soft kiss to the skin just below his navel. Then another, lower. You looked up again, lips parting, and Sam's eyes rolled back for a second, his fists clenched tight at his sides.

Ruby giggled behind you, delighted.

"Go slow," she whispered. "Get used to it. Be curious. He likes that."

You nodded. And then you leaned in—tentative, gentle—your lips ghosting over the skin, warm and unfamiliar. You licked softly, unsure, and Sam groaned so deep it rattled through his ribs.

Ruby reached around, cupping your jaw lightly, her other hand stroking your back.

"That's it, baby. So good. Such a fast learner."

Above you, Sam's hand fisted in Ruby's hair again, and they kissed—filthy, desperate—while you knelt below them like something consecrated. Ruby's hands were steady on your shoulders, guiding your mouth, murmuring quiet praise between kisses while Sam stood above you like a man on the edge of something catastrophic.

"That's it, baby," she whispered. "Make him feel good. You want to make Daddy proud, don't you?"

You nodded. You did. You always did.

Your fingers fumbled with the waistband of his boxers, the rough denim of his jeans still clinging low to his hips. You pressed a kiss just below his navel again, licked lightly at the skin, tasted sweat and salt. Sam groaned above you, deep and desperate, his hips twitching forward just a little.

You froze.

"It's okay," Ruby said, voice like warm silk. "Just your Daddy needing you. You can give him more, can't you, sweet thing?"

She guided your hand forward. You wrapped your fingers around him, shaky and curious, and brought your mouth lower. Your lips brushed the tip. You kissed. Licked. Gentle.

Then Ruby's hand pressed more firmly on the back of your head.

"Open wider."

You gasped, startled, but obeyed, letting her guide you down slowly. Until it was too much. You gagged, pulled back with a soft choke, eyes wide and watering.

"Oh baby," Ruby giggled. "You'll get there. It just takes practice."

Sam growled. It wasn't a sound of pleasure. It was warning. He reached down, fisted Ruby's shirt, and yanked her forward—kissed her hard, open-mouthed, filthy—and then shoved her back with a snarl.

"Don't fucking do that," he snapped. "She's not ready."

Ruby laughed. Like he'd just complimented her.

And Sam dropped. Dropped to his knees in front of you like something holy, grabbed your face in both hands, and kissed you. Sloppy. Deep. Wet. His own taste still on your lips. His tongue in your mouth like he needed to take something back.

"You okay?" He whispered against your lips, voice wrecked.

You nodded.

"Good," he breathed. "Because I'm done pretending."

He scooped you up.

You gasped, arms wrapping around his neck, your legs dangling off his forearms as he stood—eyes wild, mouth parted, like something ravenous. He carried you to the bed. Laid you down. Reverent. Rough.

Ruby followed, crawling beside you like smoke.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" She purred, fingers brushing your thighs. "You've been so good for us. You earned this."

Your breath caught. Your chest was tight. Sam was tugging your shirt up, pushing it over your head, and Ruby kissed your shoulder as it passed.

"You're not a virgin anymore, sweet thing," she whispered. "But this is still new. This is still the first time you know what it means."

You whimpered.

Sam kissed down your chest, over your ribs, back up to your jaw, his stubble scratching, his mouth so hot. He settled between your legs and looked down at you like he was watching something sacred die.

"I haven't stopped thinking about this," he said. "Never. Not once."

You nodded, legs trembling.

"Please..."

That was all it took.

He entered you slow, careful, but deep. And your back arched. Ruby kissed your mouth. Sam cursed through gritted teeth.

"Fucking tight," he panted. "Still feels like the first time."

Ruby's hand stroked your hair, gentle and possessive.

"Tell him he's yours," she murmured. "Tell Daddy how good he makes you feel."

You did. And Sam lost it. He started moving faster—harder—his hands gripping your hips like he wanted to disappear inside you.

"If I'm going to hell for this..." His voice was raw, broken. "...I'm taking you with me."

You sobbed—pleasure and panic and perfect surrender—and Ruby smiled like a queen. Your breath came in gasps—short, panicked, overwhelmed. Sam was deep inside you, his rhythm turning frantic, brutal. Your body rocked with every thrust, thighs trembling, hands scrabbling uselessly at the sheets.

"You feel this?" He growled, voice unrecognisable. "This is what you fucking do to me."

You whimpered—yes—but it came out broken, like a sob.

Ruby was closer to you now, her body pressed to your side, her lips at your ear. "You're doing so good, sweet thing," she whispered. "Taking Daddy so well."

Sam moaned, head dropping low, his hands tightening on your waist.

"Don't say that," he hissed, though he didn't stop. "She doesn't know what that means—"

"She doesn't need to," Ruby crooned. "She just knows she wants it."

She kissed your cheek, your neck, her fingers brushing gently over your chest, down your belly, until she found the spot where Sam was splitting you open and rubbed.

You screamed. Your legs kicked, tears spilled over your cheeks, your hands flew to Ruby's wrist—but she didn't stop. Sam didn't stop.

"You gonna come again?" Ruby whispered. "You gonna soak Daddy's cock like a good little thing?"

"F-fuck—Ruby—" Sam panted.

You nodded—couldn't form words—but your body answered for you. Your back arched, your toes curled, and you let out a broken, cracked sob as everything snapped. Your orgasm hit like a flood.

Sam swore, hips stuttering as your body clenched down on him, dragging him under with you.

"Shit—shit, I'm gonna—"

Ruby kissed your open mouth just as Sam groaned loud and deep, burying himself to the hilt as he came—hard—inside you, his grip on your hips bruising, his chest shaking with the force of it.

Everything blurred after that. You were floating. Crying. Ruby was kissing your temple, whispering praise. Sam was slumped over you, face in your neck, murmuring "mine" like a mantra.

"Look at you," Ruby whispered, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead. "Completely ours now."

You couldn't even nod. You just laid there, limp and full and ruined. And you didn't want to be anywhere else.

Ruby smiled like she'd seen it all before. Like every soft sob you gave them was prophesied. Like she'd stood at the gates of Eden once and whispered to Eve—not with threats, but with promises.

"It's not evil, sweet thing," she murmured, lips against your temple. "It's just love. We're just teaching you how to feel it."

She curled around you like smoke, like scripture rewritten, like the serpent who never lied—just spoke too softly to resist.

"Let the world call it sin," she said. "We'll call it devotion."

And you? You believed her. Because her hands never hurt, not really. Because her mouth tasted like salvation. Because the fall didn't feel like falling—not when it ended in their arms.

The room was warm with the weight of everything you'd given them.

Your body ached in slow, deep pulses—between your thighs, behind your ribs, where your voice had cracked around the word Daddy. Your head rested on Sam's bare chest, his hand stroking lazily down your spine. Ruby was curled at your back, her fingers tracing soft circles on your thigh, her breath steady against your neck.

You felt like silk stretched thin. Blissed-out. Barely conscious. But kept.

And for once... they weren't whispering over you. They weren't sending glances across your sleeping body or silencing their voices when they thought you were too soft to hear it.

They were talking.

"Two crossroads demons last night," Ruby said idly, as if discussing the weather. "Both sloppy. Tried to run. You should've seen the mess Sam made of them."

Sam's voice came low—rough with guilt, but present.

"They were already dying when we got there. We just... finished it."

You blinked slowly against his chest, lips parted, breath shallow. You weren't sure if they knew you were awake.

"Did you use your hands again?" Ruby asked sweetly. "Or that knife you like?"

"Ruby," Sam warned, low and sharp.

But she only laughed.

"What?" She said. "She should know how much her Daddy bleeds for her."

You twitched slightly. Sam's hand paused on your spine.

"...She doesn't need to know that."

"She needs to know everything," Ruby purred. "She's ours now."

You let out a soft breath—barely a sound—but they both noticed.

Ruby smiled against your neck. "Awake, sweet thing?"

You nodded, slow and dreamy.

"Mmm..."

"Good girl," she murmured. "You did so well for us."

You blinked, lips dry. "You kill... demons?"

Sam was quiet for a long beat. "Yeah," he said softly. "We do."

"Bad ones," Ruby added, her tone light and sweet. "Ones that hurt people. We stop them."

You blinked again. Let the silence fall like dusk over your lashes.

"You're not mad?" Ruby asked, fingers brushing your hip. "That we didn't tell you sooner?"

You shook your head.

"I just... I thought you didn't want me around for that stuff."

Sam's chest rose under your cheek. "It wasn't that," he said quietly. "We just wanted to keep you soft. Safe."

"But you're stronger than we gave you credit for," Ruby added, a little too pleased. "You came apart so prettily, and you're still here. Still ours."

You hummed, curling tighter between them. Your limbs were jelly, your heart slow and warm. "You're letting me hear it now..."

"Because you've earned it," Ruby whispered, kissing the back of your neck. "And we're not hiding things from our girl anymore."

You sighed—soft, content—cheek still pressed to Sam's chest, his heartbeat loud and slow beneath your ear. Your body ached in a way that felt good now, like you'd been unraveled and then tucked into the warm space between their hearts.

Ruby shifted beside you, grinning lazily, her palm dragging slow down your bare spine. Then she leaned in, fingers brushing your chin.

"You're drooling again, sweet thing."

You blinked, dazed, and she giggled—thumb swiping a little line of spit from the corner of your lip before she kissed the spot.

"Mmm," she murmured, licking her lips with a smile. "I like you like this."

Sam exhaled hard through his nose. Ruby leaned over your hip, propped herself on one elbow, and tilted her head.

"You wanna come with us next time?" She asked, like she was offering a treat. "Wanna see what it looks like when Daddy's in the mood to rip something apart?"

Your eyes went wide.

Sam shifted beneath you. "No," he said instantly, voice low. "I don't want her seeing that."

Ruby raised a single brow. Slowly.

"Sam."

That was all she said.

He looked away, jaw tight. You could feel it under your cheek.

"I don't think I can stand leaving her alone anymore," Ruby said softly, stroking your hair. "Can you?"

Sam muttered something under his breath.

"Knew you were gonna say that."

Ruby smiled like sin.

"And you love me for it."

You blinked between them, your heart fluttering, your body still humming. And for a moment—just a moment—you saw it. Saw yourself standing behind Sam as he exorcised something screaming. Saw Ruby licking blood from her fingers like honey. Saw your hands not shaking, your voice not sweet—but sharp. Sure. Holy in a different way.

"Behold, I send you out as sheep among wolves..."

Maybe that was what you were. Maybe you were the lamb.

Or maybe—just maybe—you were the altar now.

You were having a dream. A really good dream.

It had been a long night of lore research by the time you, Sam, and Ruby finally turned in. The bed in the motel wasn’t huge, especially when taking into consideration Sam’s massive frame; even with him curled up around you, you were sure his feet were almost dangling off the edge. With him at your back and you half-draped over Ruby, it hadn’t taken long for you to fall into a slumber.

Hands on your thighs. Lips and a tongue around your nipple. Your arousal coating the inside of your legs as a mouth attaches itself to your pussy. Back arching into the heat, a moan falls from your lips. As you look down between your thighs, the face there shifts, flickering between Ruby and Sam like your dream conscious can’t decide who you want to be there more. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve had a dream like this. It happened more and more as the three of you fell into a rhythm. After your first experience with Sam and Ruby, there had been no big talk, no explanation or plans made for how this dynamic was gonna work. 

As it turns out, there didn’t really need to be. Nothing really changed, aside from the fact that you were now being fucked by both your best friend and his girlfriend regularly. 

But this didn’t feel like just a dream though, the longer the arousal built low in your belly. It became more and more intense as sleep slowly started to fall awake, your consciousness coming back into your body to realize that there was someone between your legs, a large hand plastered to your hips to keep you in place.

“Sam!” You gasped, blinking sleepily.

He peeked up, dark eyes meeting yours in the night-filled room. “Shh, baby. Gotta be quiet.”

Your brows furrowed, still hazy. From beneath half-lidded eyes, Sam silently nodded beside you. Head lolling to the side, you looked over to see Ruby seemingly still fast asleep. Her plump lips were slightly parted in a way that made you wanna reach out and trace your thumb across them. 

Dragging your gaze away from her, you nodded to Sam for him to continue. Almost instantaneously, his mouth was back between your trembling thighs and you had to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from moaning his name again. 

With every pattern drawn on your clit you could feel arousal flooding your veins like fire, your body temp rising until the soft linen t-shirt you’d worn to bed became stifling. Somewhere along the way of Sam finding a home between your legs, he’d removed the boxers that had covered your lower half.

They were probably discarded on the motel room floor by now, not that you really cared in this instance. 

There was nothing teasing in the way his mouth moved over you. It was sloppy and unabashed, eating you out like he was starving and it never stopped feeling good. The tops of your thighs shook around his head, your heels digging into his back. 

Sam’s teeth grazed your clit, causing your hips to buck upwards in shock, a silent plea for him to do it again. Your breaths turned into quiet, shallow panting the further and further his motions pushed you to the brink of that high. 

Tongue dragging over your core, Sam turned up the heat as you felt the tip of one of his thick fingers prod at your entrance, coating the digit in your slick before pressing into you slowly.

A coppery tang hit your tongue before you realized you had bitten your lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to muffle the desperate whines Sam and his sinful tongue were pulling from you. 

To your credit, you were keeping quiet, but Sam wasn’t making it easy, not as his fingers found their rhythm, curling up towards your belly. You rocked your hips into his hands, chasing the sensation of his mouth.

Prying your eyes open from where they’d been squeezed shut, you peered down at Sam once more. His shaggy brown hair fell in front of his face, one corded forearm bracketed across your hips to sink his fingers into the plush of your thigh. 

As if sensing your attention on him, his eyes flicked up to yours, locking on under lowered brows and the look he gave you damn near made you lose it then and there. Heat swirled in the dark gaze that stared back—pupils blown so wide with lust that the brown of his irises were nearly fully eclipsed—the boyish cocksure confidence that told you he knew just what he was doing to you. 

His eyes never strayed from yours, a silent command that you weren’t to look away either, as his fingers sped up their rhythm incrementally until that tightness in your spine snapped. 

If it hadn’t been for Sam’s arm across your hips, your entire lower half would have been clear off the bed. The entirety of your body shuddered as you violently fought the urge to cry out in pleasure. It was white-hot, searing through you to make you melt into the mattresses a puddle of post orgasmic bliss.

Sam’s damp mouth pressed against the inside of your thigh as he slowly slipped his fingers from inside you, leaving you with that empty feeling. Soft slurping had your eyes refocusing on the man below you to see Sam licking your arousal from his fingers.

A low groan slipped from between your lips before you could stop it. You dropped your head back onto the pillow, eyes fixated on the ceiling above.

“Mind if I tag in?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Ruby’s husky voice came from beside you. A gasp born of shock this time slipped from you as your head snapped to the side to see that, sure enough, Ruby was awake and peering at your half-naked form and Sam still tucked between your legs. 

“Uh,” you side-glanced at Sam, your cheeks burning. “Yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

Below you, Sam slipped your legs off of his shoulders, laying them gently back on the bed, but his hands didn’t stray from them, the tips of his fingers still denting the softness.

“Don’t be sorry, pretty girl.” Ruby reached out, dragging her thumb across the small split where your teeth had dug into the flesh too harshly. “Shoulda woken me up.”

That dark gaze of hers had turned to Sam on that last part like she knew he had been the one to instigate it. 

Sam shrugged, crawling up the bed, flopped onto his back between you and Ruby. It was a comfortable fit, but you were mere inches from falling onto the floor. 

“Wanted some one on one time with her. Plus, I figured you needed the sleep given…you know.” 

Sam had been the most reluctant one of the three of you to start this dynamic, which you were sure was mostly due to his deep-rooted instinct to protect you and knowing Ruby with her lack of care with her favorite toys.

His reasoning made sense, and you could tell by the subtle changes you’d come to learn on Ruby’s face, she found the logic in it too.  

You’d seen the tampon wrappers in the garbage, and she had asked you for the Midol a few times in the last few days. The furthest thing from a stranger to Aunt Flow and her monthly visits, you couldn’t help but empathize.

With her being, well, a demon and all, you’d wondered to yourself once or twice if it affected her differently. She sure as hell didn’t seem to get as exhausted as you felt when you were on your cycle.

“Well,” Ruby responded. “I’m up now.”

She reached a slender hand over, palming Sam’s crotch through the material of his sweatpants where his half-hard cock had started to make itself known.

“And it seems like you are too.” From across Sam’s torso, Ruby locked eyes with you. That look alone had you rubbing your thighs together. “What do you say, pretty girl? You up for some more fun?”

With lust-filled anticipation, you licked your lips and nodded.

Like deja-vu, you nestled yourself between Sam’s thighs. Muscled and warm, they bracketed your shoulders and arms as you made yourself comfortable on your stomach. The tips of your feet hung off the end of the bed but you were too lost in watching Sam kiss Ruby to care.

You knew from experience, Sam didn’t just kiss.

He devoured.

All tongue and teeth and a hunger that left you breathless with a wet spot in your panties. It was like he wanted to siphon your soul through your lips. That’s exactly how he was kissing her.

Sam’s fingers knitted into Ruby’s long hair, one of her toned legs slung over his stomach. His lips moved against hers with an intensity matched only by the way he kissed you. 

And by the way Ruby kissed him.

So, as Ruby straddled his waist with one swift motion, you started in on the task at hand.

The material of his sweatpants was soft beneath your palms as you slid them languidly up the tops of his thighs. Somewhere above your head, you registered Ruby stripping off her t-shirt and panties to reveal her nakedness, Sam letting out a resounding groan as she did. 

You’d spent countless nights in the motels and on the road with him, imagining yourself in this position, so it didn’t quite feel real that you were here now, that everything in the last few weeks had come to fruition.

Taking your time, you gradually worked your hands from just above his knees to where his thighs met his hips, smoothing across the expanse of them. 

A satisfied feeling spread through your chest when Sam bucked his hips up into your hands as they teased across the front of his pants.

Fingers curling into the waistband of his sweatpants, you leaned up to press a kiss to the downy patch of hair that disappeared beneath the clothes. Then you kissed lower, the elastic band between your fingers, and finally an open-mouthed kiss over his bulge. 

That little number, which you learned from watching Ruby, earned you a broken moan between kisses. 

Sam’s hips arched up, aiding you in tugging his sweatpants down his thighs, clearly eager to get your mouth where you both wanted it to be. From there, it was easy to remove them fully, leaving the heat from his skin radiating onto you as you resumed your position. 

Saliva filled your mouth as you laid your eyes on his hardened cock. Sensing movement, you peered up beneath your eyelashes and you felt your core pulse between your legs as Ruby crawled further up Sam's body until she was kneeling over his face. 

Nothing could have pulled your attention away as you watched his large hands slide up the backs of her thighs to grasp her ass and pull her pussy down to his mouth. Your lips parted in shock and in envy. 

You weren’t sure, though, who you wanted to be more: Ruby, or Sam. Having tasted both of them, you knew they were both delicious.

That thought snapped you back to Sam’s cock which was inches from your face.

Wetting your lips, leaving them slick with saliva, you leaned in to where you knew Sam could feel your hot breath fan across his cock. A little further, and you could feel the flushed tip brush against your lips. 

Your tongue swirled around him, coating his cock in your spit. It allowed you to taste him, the salty tang of precum that had started to bead at the top. The second pass along the shaft of him saw your lips alongside your tongue, wetting as much surface area as you could. 

Sam twitched below you, wet and obscene sounds of him eating Ruby out just mere feet above you. You didn’t think a man could be any happier than him right now.

Arousal had started to stir low in your belly once more as you listened to Ruby’s wanton moans. Giving an experimental rock of your hips against the bed, you gasped softly at the pressure. Again, you ground against the mattress, taking the head of Sam’s cock between your lips as you did. 

Your tongue traced the contours of him, following the lines and ridges in a way that earned you a rumbling moan and shallow thrusts upwards, seeking your mouth’s wet warmth.

Cheeks hollowing, you sunk your head further down on his length. Spit slicked your lips, gathering at the corners of your mouth as the soft tip transitioned into the rigid shaft slid along the curve of your tongue. 

Wrapping a spit-sticky hand around the base of him, you marked roughly where you could go before the foreign feel of his cock against the back of your throat made you gag. You rotated your wrist the best you could, stroking shallowly to account for the inches you couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

Even though the head of him barely brushed the base of your tongue, tears still gathered along your lash line. You’ll get used to it, sweet girl, Ruby had murmured to you after that first encounter with the three of you.

He twitched against your tongue and the insides of your cheeks in response to your ministrations and Ruby’s increasingly desperate moans from riding his mouth. Your eyes were held captive as you continued to suck Sam off, rolling your hips against the bed in time to Ruby’s movements.

She keened, and from your vantage, you could see her toned thighs begin to shake as Sam’s tongue and lips sent her careening towards an orgasm. 

Sam’s cock gleamed with the shine of your saliva, glinting off the low light every time you retreated just enough to swirl your tongue around the sensitive head.

Every one of his groans, every svelte movement of Ruby’s body vibrated through your own to where your clit buzzed between your legs, pussy clenching around the idea of the cock in your mouth being buried there instead; the mattress beneath you isn’t nearly enough, you decide.

Just as Ruby’s body twitches with her orgasm, you bobbed your head deeper onto Sam. It throbbed on your tongue and beneath your palm. He let out a broken moan, the sound muffled by Ruby’s thighs, and it’s enough to key you in. No sooner had you taken him in as far as you can go, did his hips quiver under you, sheer restraint from him against thrusting harshly into your mouth. 

All you can do is hold on for dear life as his cock pulsates, shooting ropes of cum down your throat. You swallow his release the best you can, but it’s not enough. It bubbles along the seam between your lips and his cock, dribbling down his cock. 

It’s the only thing that can keep you from watching Ruby in the throes of her orgasm, shuddering as she dismounted Sam’s face to lay on the bed beside you. Taking a gasp of air, you release his cock from your mouth

“Did such a good job, baby,” she praised, reaching out to thumb away a string of cum and saliva from your cheek. “Didn’t she, Sam?”

His smile is breathless as he propped himself up on his elbows. It’s also crimson, a fact that you can now see. Blood coated his lips with some on his chin, and you watched with erotic fixation as he licked it from them. 

“Had a hard time concentrating with you down there.” Another compliment going straight to your chest. Their words make your pussy throb, the little bit of an ego that you’ve developed thoroughly stroked. 

“C’mere.”With two fingers, Sam gestured you to come closer

It was a request you couldn’t comply with fast enough. Carefully, you climb up the bed until you are sat in Sam’s lap. A warm hand glides along your thigh, marking a trail up your back to the nape of your neck. Handling you gently as always, you are guided down to his lips. 

Ruby’s blood coats your tongue as Sam slides his between your lips. A moan bubbles up your throat at the taste of her in his mouth. 

Already electric between your legs, there isn’t much beyond instinct to the way your hips started to undulate over Sam’s.

“Look at her, Sam,” Ruby mused, a slender hand ghosting across your shoulders. “So eager.”

Sam didn’t answer her right away, too deep into the kiss. So deep, it took monumental effort to pull back from your lips; his tongue lingered, touch slow to resolve. Even when he did, his lips didn’t stray from yours more than an inch. 

“What do you want, baby?” When his hand cupped your cheek, the warm and rough palm nearly enveloped your jaw. “Tell us what you need.”

Heat spread across your cheeks. This part you were still learning how to do without growing embarrassed. There was no reason to be, Sam and Ruby had told you as such on multiple occasions. Despite their encouragement, the words felt foreign—too vulgar when you spoke your desires to them aloud.

Sam’s thumb traced the curve of your lower lip, the pad tugging it down. Those deep brown eyes pinned you to where you sat, waiting for you to speak. 

“Don’t be shy, sweet girl,” Ruby crooned, drawing patterns on your back that raised goosebumps in their wake.

Swallowing thickly, you shifted in Sam’s lap, feeling his length growing hard again along the swell of your ass. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking about your,” you paused, working through the burning heat of embarrassment. “Your cock being inside me while I had you in my mouth.”

Sam nodded, his forehead brushing against yours, Ruby nestling in closer to your side.

“And,” you continued, reaching over to caress Ruby’s bare thigh. “I wanna taste you while he’s  fucking me.”

A sly, almost proud, smile spread across Ruby’s slick and swollen lips. Her eyes darted to Sam’s, and some unspoken agreement passed between them.

Sam’s thumb brushed across your lip again before his lips covered the same spot. “That can be arranged.”

Your knees and elbows sank into the mattress as Sam’s large hands guided your hips higher. He stood behind you, the height difference making it so your ass bumped right up to his hips. The ridge of his cock rutted along the crease of your asscheeks as you settled into the change of position.

Ruby’s thighs were warm and soft against the insides of your forearms and biceps, her head nestled amongst the pillows at the head of the bed; her hair a dark and twisted halo, spread wide.

A fog of anticipation had settled over you, nothing but the throbbing of your pussy and the wetness on your tongue as you salivated for the meal in front of you.

“Ready when you are, baby.” Sam’s hand slid up the length of your back.

Your tongue flitted out to wet your lips as you nodded. Settling further onto your forearms, you bowed your head. A coppery, earthy tang coated your tongue as you tentatively licked a stripe up Ruby’s core. She moaned under you, hips rising up to meet your greedy mouth. 

No sooner had you wrapped your lips around her clit, still sensitive from her ride on Sam’s face, did you feel the nudge of his cock against your entrance. He ran the fat, blunt head through the slickness of your arousal that you were sure made your pussy glisten.

Just the tease of him had you rocking yourself back, desperation to feel his cock slide into you building rapidly. Ruby’s hand cupped the back of your neck, redirecting your attention and pushing your head further into her pussy.

Dulcet sounds spilled from her lips when your tongue swirled around her puffy clit, alternating between circles and lines in patterns, she told you, made her see stars. 

Clearly it was working.

You had just found the rhythm that had her squirming below you when Sam slowly slid the head of his cock into you. The breath was knocked out of your lungs in a gasp at the sheer stretch of him. All the thoughts that had remained in your head after having him in your mouth vanished the further he pressed himself in. 

The movements of your mouth faltered momentarily as your brain put up a veritable 404 Rational Thoughts Not Found message. 

You were so full. Every ridge, every vein, the slight upward curve of him upward—you could feel all of it in painstaking detail.

Microscopic trembling started deep within your belly, your legs, leaving you feeling unsteady and wanting, no, needing.

When his hips retreated, rolling back in a smooth and practiced motion, your own gravitated back. Sam’s moan reverberated through you, punctuated by his fingertips denting the curve of your hips. 

The amount of restraint he must have been utilizing in order to not drag you back against his hips and fuck you hard and fast into the mattress was not lost on you despite your sex-addled state. 

“Distracting her too much, Sam,” Ruby sighed, toying with the small hairs at the nape of your neck. “C’mon pretty girl, put that pretty mouth back on me.”

“Fuuuck, Ruby,” he groaned, his words slurred, gradually starting to thrust in and out of you. “Not tryna. Don’t wanna hurt ‘er.”

You licked your lips, tasting Ruby’s blood on them “‘m okay, Sam. You can move.”

Wiggling your hips for emphasis, you ducked your head back between her legs to put your mouth back to work.

You were ready this time when Sam sunk himself back into you, going and going until your hips sat flush and the warmth of his thighs bumped the backs of yours. The warmth spread as Sam folded himself over your back, sweaty chest laying against your back. 

A moan trickled from your lips and onto Ruby’s clit when Sam’s tongue tracked across your shoulders. With him pressed so close, the thrusts evolved into grinding, bumping his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside you.

Breathy whimpers soaked into Ruby’s core, her hips chasing the vibration. Transferring your weight onto one of your arms, you slid the other just under your chin. 

Her voice grew breathy when you prodded the first two at her entrance. “Ah! That’s it, pretty girl. Just like that.”

You curled your fingers in and out of her at a pact you’d seen her enjoy before. Even and smooth, arching them up towards her belly button. Working them in and out, you gradually built up speed until wetness started to coat your hand. Your spit, her arousal, and her blood soaked and squelched around your fingers. It pooled on your tongue as you lapped it up.

Sucking on her clit, every breathy moan shot lightning down your spine. Between the taste of her and Sam pistoning his cock into you with little abandon, that buzzing of arousal grew faster and faster. 

Your breathing turned to shallow pants at the dizzying rise of pleasure zinging through your veins like fire. It thrummed through you, an intoxication you couldn’t get enough of. It poured like a tap from them both; you couldn’t stop or resist even if you wanted to

Focusing every ounce of will, you kept your fingers going steady and paid extra mind to the spots that had Ruby’s inner walls clenching around your fingers, growing closer to her climax. 

“Fuck, sweet girl,” she keened, thighs growing tighter and tighter around your head. “Faster—ah—harder baby. Almost there, don’t gotta be gentle.”

You barely registered the faint soreness in your wrist and arm over the thudding of your pulse eddying in your skull. All you could do was comply, needing to feel and taste her fall apart. So you sped up your motions, letting them become harsh. Teeth grazing her clit, you heeded her wishes. 

It wasn’t long before her hips started to rise and fall in time with her cries, her entire body trembling. Pressure grew around your head as her legs clamped shut, her nails digging into your shoulders. 

Your pussy clamped down hard around Sam’s cock, earning yourself a ragged growl from him delivered directly into your ear. His muscled forearm snaked around your middle, hand splayed wide on your stomach.

There was no stopping you from barreling towards that growing heat now. Ruby’s legs and hands retreated from around your head and from your shoulders.

Stinging ebbed from where her nails had dug in enough to leave small, crescent-moon shaped cuts, but the great wave of euphoria cresting low in your stomach meant you could barely spare enough care to it. 

A gasp bubbled up from your throat as Sam used the arm around your waist to hoist you upright onto your knees. You could practically feel him in your stomach now, every thrust and grind pressing against your g-spot. The edges of your vision grew blurry.

“Sam!” you exclaimed, gripping fast to his forearm. “Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, baby.”

His free hand cupped your jaw, and you let him crane your head around to meet his lips. You swallowed Sam’s guttural moan as he lapped at the mix of blood and spit and cum from your lips, dragging his tongue across your chin. 

You reached back, carding your fingers loosely through the downy-soft strands of his shaggy hair. It grew tighter, though, when you felt the dip of the mattress as Ruby shifted closer. Then, you cried out her name when her fingers pressed against your puffy clit. 

“That’s right, sweet girl,” she crooned, albeit a little dazed and breathless. “Let Sam feel you cum around his cock.”

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” You cried out, rocking your hips back and forth uncontrollably as the heat of your orgasm exploded through you. 

Ruby’s mouth crashed into yours, muffling your desperation, her fingers still strumming across your clit. 

If you hadn’t been sandwiched between them, you would have collapsed with the sheer volume of endorphins coursing through you via your orgasm.

“Oh so pretty when she cums,” Ruby praised, dragging an arousal-coated finger up your navel.

She trailed them higher and higher until the tips of them landed on your lips. Instinctually, they parted, your brain too hazy to care as she pressed the pads of her index and middle finger against your tongue for you to suck on.

“See, you even taste good.”

“Fuck, Ruby.” Sam sounded thoroughly wrecked, still shaking against your back. His cock was still painfully hard inside you, and you could feel your pussy walls drag against it as he pulled out of you.

“Your turn,” you panted to Ruby, making room for her where you had just been.

“On your back,” Sam instructed her with an edge to his voice that had you dripping once more.

“So bossy,” she teased, flopping bonelessly onto her back, legs spread by Sam’s trim waist. 

Content to curl up at the head of the bed amongst the pillows and watch them, you began to move away, but were stopped by a hand on your thigh.

“Where you going, sweet girl?” Ruby asked. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Ruby’s fingers dug into the tops of your thighs as she swirled her tongue around your abused clit. She’d dragged you onto her mouth, facing Sam as he guided his cock into her soaked pussy. 

She wasn’t nearly as affected by the pace Sam set as you were, still lapping and sucking at your clit as he began to pound into her. The light vibrations of her moans and whimpers echoed into your sensitive pussy.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” Sam gritted out, gripping tight to Ruby’s as leverage.

You nodded half heartedly, dragging your arms up to steady yourself on his shoulders. Using the additional stability, you started to grind your hips down onto Ruby’s face. Her lips wrapped around your pulsating clit and you felt your eyes roll back into your head at the overstimulating sensations.

Already coming off your second orgasm, the third started to race up onto you, barreling you right towards the edge. 

“Please—ah—keep going,” you pleaded, speeding up the gyrations of your hips.

Your thighs locked around her head as the waves of heat grew closer and closer together, melding into one giant wave that stiffened your spine and jerked your hips in an uneven rhythm. 

It was Sam who leaned forward to claim your mouth this time. His tongue swept over yours as your orgasm washed over you. Expletives and their names were lost on Sam’s lips, spilling unimpeded as you quaked over Ruby.

Legs fully rubber now, you barely managed to aim your collapse onto the bed, your head towards the foot of the bed. From there, you got a front row seat to watch Ruby’s back arch clear off the bed as if she were hit with bolts of electricity. 

Sam wasn’t much further behind, hips faltering their punishing rhythm as he yanked himself out of her to fist his release across her belly.

Guttural and raw sounds rumbled from Sam, sounds you found yourself wanting to record if only to listen to them whenever you wanted. You supposed you could anyway, but it was a half-baked thought lost in the fascination of Sam jerking himself through his release to paint Ruby’s stomach white.

His barrel-chest heaved in time with Ruby’s as they both rode the aftershocks, Sam collapsing forward into his hands that he’d braced on either side of her hips.

You met his gaze through the shag of his hair. “Doing alright, baby?”

Way beyond words, you nodded, propping your head up by a hand.

He nodded, pushing himself back up to standing. “I’ll be right back.”

You tracked his nude form on his path to the bathroom, hearing the door click shut. 

“Wanna clean me up, sweet girl?”

Your attention snapped over to Ruby, to Sam’s cum spread across her belly. Your mouth watered and you nodded. Shimmying on your side, you got closer until you could lean your head in, dragging your tongue over the pools of cum.

“Good girl,” Ruby muttered, her dark eyes watching you lick up Sam’s mess with an intensity unique to her.

The salty tang of Sam’s cum melded once again with the other flavors still soaked into your tastebuds.

“Well, that’s a sight.” You could hear the grin in Sam’s remark before you could look up to see it. “Guess we don’t need this.” He tossed the washcloth he had wet back into the bathroom, the wet rag hitting the tile with a wet slap. 

“C’mon lover boy, let’s go back to bed.” Ruby gestured Sam back over.

“That sounds like an excellent plan.”