"No way—stop fucking lying, Emily. You can't be serious. Ugh—fine, I'll be there, but ONLY today." Elara's voice cut sharply through the air as she pushed the door open, annoyance radiating off her like heat from asphalt.
Bella and I trailed behind, stepping into the living room as she ended the call and tossed her phone onto the table with a loud clack.
She spun around to face , jaw clenched, frustration written all over her.
"I'm sorry, Noah, but apparently Emily can't seem to do anything right. Christ—no wonder she can't get any dick..." She pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling hard before closing the distance between us in two long strides.
Her hands cupped my face and suddenly her lips crashed into mine. The kiss was deep, hungry, desperate—sending a shiver straight down my spine.
Her arms wrapped tight around my waist, and for a second the whole world disappeared beneath the intensity of her touch. When she finally pulled back, I felt breathless, unsteady.
Her eyes softened—just for . "I'll be ho as quickly as I can," she murmured, brushing her thumb over my cheek before turning to Bella.
"Protect him, okay?"
Bella straightened, shoulders squared, expression firm and sure.
"I will," she said, voice low but steady—like a vow.
Elara didn't hesitate. She grabbed her keys, stord back outside, and within seconds the roar of her engine filled the driveway, fading as she sped away.
The house fell painfully silent.
I stayed by the window for a mont, watching the tail lights vanish around the corner, feeling the weight of the quiet settle in my chest. I exhaled slowly, the warmth from the kiss still burning on my lips, and turned around.
Bella was sitting on the couch, legs slightly apart, one arm draped lazily across the backrest, just... watching . Not in a creepy way—there was no hunger in her gaze this ti. Just sothing soft.
Admiring. Almost reverent.
Like she was looking at sothing she loved.
My heart thudded once, hard.
This was going to be awkward.
"Uh... so." I swallowed, feeling heat creep up my neck. "It's just us now."
I hovered there for a mont, unsure what to do with myself. Walking away felt rude, but staying felt dangerous. In the end, I sank onto the couch beside her, leaving a careful few inches between us—just enough space to breathe, enough space to pretend everything was normal.
But that space evaporated instantly.
Bella shifted, leaning into without hesitation, her hip pressing flush against mine. The warmth of her body bled straight through my clothes, and my heartbeat stuttered in my chest. I stiffened, feeling caught, cornered.
Her hand slid across the cushion and onto my thigh—slow, deliberate, heavy. Her fingers curled with confidence, rubbing small circles that sent involuntary shivers crawling up my spine.
"Noah..." she murmured, voice low, almost playful but edged with seriousness.
"Does Elara have any caras recording us right now?" She tilted her head, her lips inches from my ear. "I don't want her to see... well, you know."
Her palm squeezed, firm and possessive.
I swallowed hard, breath hitching.
I shouldn't have liked how it felt—but I did. And that terrified .
"I-I don't think she does..." I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. My throat felt tight, like soone was squeezing it shut from the inside.
"Can we just... chill, Bella? I don't really wanna do that stuff."
I tried to brush her hand off my thigh, but she didn't budge. Her fingers tensed, gripping harder, like she was holding onto a truth she refused to let slip away.
"Noah," she murmured, leaning closer until her breath grazed my cheek.
"I know how you feel. You don't have to hide it from ."
My stomach dropped.
How did she know?
How could she say it like that—like she'd reached inside and read my thoughts straight off the walls of my mind?
My pulse hamred, ears ringing. The room felt like it tilted sideways. I sucked in a shaky breath, but it didn't help; the panic still crawled up my spine.
"What are you talking about?" I whispered, voice cracking.
"I don't— I'm not feeling anything, Bella. I'm just— confused."
She gazed at without blinking, eyes soft but frighteningly sure, like she was staring right through whatever flimsy shield I'd built up.
"You're scared," she said quietly.
"But I felt it, Noah. I felt you holding onto that morning. You didn't pull away. You wanted it just as much as I did."
Her words landed like a punch, knocking the air from my lungs.
I stamred, my words tripping over themselves. "I-I... uh, I—" But before I could finish, her lips crashed into mine with a fierce, hungry intensity. I tried to push her away, my hands pressing against her shoulders, but damn it, my heart betrayed . It yanked deeper into the kiss, craving more of her heat.
"Mmmff—fuck..." she growled against my lips, her voice raw and dripping with lust. Her hands slid under my shirt, rough and unapologetic, exploring every inch of my skin. They groped and squeezed, almost violating in their urgency, yet there was sothing addictive about her touch. It reminded so much of Elara—those sa commanding, possessive caresses that left trembling.
"Such a slutty little body, just begging to be fucked," she purred, her breath hot against my cheek. "My cute little boy..." Her teeth sank into my lower lip, sharp and teasing, tugging just enough to make gasp.
The way her mouth moved, hungry and deliberate, mirrored Elara's perfectly. Bella's every gesture, every lingering touch, felt like an echo of her. Like they were carved from the sa mold, two sides of the sa devastating coin.
Her left hand ventured lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants with no hesitation. She gripped my ass hard, fingers digging into the flesh with a possessive squeeze.
Then, with a quick lift, she let her hand drop in a sharp, stinging smack. A pathetic little whine escaped , my body reacting before my mind could catch up. Her mouth dominated mine completely, leaving no room to resist.
Her tongue invaded my mouth, claiming every corner as if she owned it. It pushed deeper, aggressive and unrelenting, brushing against the back of my throat.
I gagged, my chest heaving as I struggled for air, but she didn't care. She pulled back just long enough for to cough, my breaths ragged and desperate, before diving right back in. Her lips sealed over mine again, her tongue resuming its ruthless exploration, leaving dizzy and overwheld.
"Fuck, Noah, you just drive insane..." Bella breathed out, pulling away from the kiss one last ti, her voice thick with raw need. Her eyes burned into mine, dark and desperate.
"I have to fuck you, Noah. Before Elara gets here... just..." Her hands moved fast, yanking my pants down in one swift motion, leaving exposed in just my underwear. I didn't cry out or beg her to stop. Hell no. I didn't want to. My body was already on fire, aching for whatever she was about to do.
I sat there on the couch, sprawled out, my legs pressed tight together as a shiver ran through . Winter was creeping in, and the air in the room felt icy against my skin.
Bella fumbled with the zipper of her jeans, her movents hurried and clumsy in her lust. She shoved them down along with her underwear, kicking the fabric aside. My eyes dropped to her, and fuck, she was already so wet—her pink lips glistening, slick with her own arousal, practically dripping.
"Let's get these off of you..." she murmured, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear. I didn't resist, just let her tug them down, the cold air hitting hard as she peeled them away. I shivered again, not just from the chill, but from the way her gaze raked over , hungry and unapologetic.
She gripped my knees with both hands, forcing them apart with a firm push. My cock sprang free, already hard as hell, throbbing for so kind of release. Her eyes locked onto it, a wicked smirk curling her lips.
"Fuck, I wanna suck you off so bad, but I can't waste any ti. Another ti, okay, baby?" she cooed, her hand grabbing my chin, tilting my face up to et her gaze.
Her thumb traced slow, teasing circles on my cheek, and the way she said "baby" hit like a punch—so damn close to how Elara said it, that sa mix of tenderness and possession twisting in my chest.
I just nodded, my throat tight. Didn't matter. I knew I'd still get off from what she was about to do. My body was already screaming for it, every nerve on edge as I watched her position herself, her breath hot and heavy between us.
"Sex is gonna be so much better without you making feel bad..." Bella's voice was low, dripping with triumph as she wrapped her hand around my cock, guiding it to her soaking wet cunt. She teased herself for a mont, rubbing the tip against her clit, her breath hitching with small, needy gasps.
Her eyes locked on mine, a wicked glint in them. "See, Noah? You love . You haven't scread or said a damn thing..." She let go, leaving pressed right against her entrance, the heat of her so fucking close it was torture. My whole body ached, desperate to push forward, but I held still, caught in her web.
"Say it, Noah. Say you love ..." Her demand cut through the haze in my head, her tone sharp and unyielding. My mind was a fucking ss, spinning through every emotion—guilt, desire, sha, need. I couldn't think straight, not with her right there, not with my cock throbbing against her.
"That's not f-fair, Bella, fuck!" I choked out, my voice cracking under the weight of it all. I was done fighting. This was the breaking point. Once I said it, there was no turning back. I'd be hers—hers and Elara's—completely owned by two goddamn goddesses.
"I love you, Bella. I fucking do... I love you so much. I love you and Elara so much I'd die for you guys..." The words spilled out, raw and heavy, as tears pricked at my eyes. This wasn't just lust anymore, not so fleeting heat of the mont. It was a fucking declaration, a surrender. My chest tightened with the truth of it, the realization that I ant every damn word.
"I'm so happy..." Bella whispered, her voice soft but laced with raw satisfaction. She shifted her hips, finally sinking onto , taking in completely.
The feeling hit like a fucking freight train—pure, overwhelming pleasure, just like the last ti. Her hands gripped my legs tight, anchoring herself as she started moving, sliding in and out at a relentless pace. Her mouth hung open, little gasps and moans slipping out as she focused on driving us both to the edge.
"Fuck, I'm gonna have to cum inside you... ahh~ shit, I can't get cum on the couch..." My voice ca out strained, my body tensing as I hit that perfect spot inside her, my toes curling from the intensity.
"Don't worry, I'm on the pill," I murmured, her eyes burning into mine with an intense, hungry gaze. Her hands glided from my thighs to my stomach, her thumbs tracing slow, teasing circles over my skin, sending sharp jolts of heat through my body.
She leaned in closer, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps, her rhythm never breaking as she fucked with purpose. "Christ, Noah, I'm so fucking close," she panted, her voice raw with need.
"I'm gonna cum soon, fuck..." she growled through gritted teeth. I could feel her pussy tighten around , a vise grip that signaled she was right on the edge.
"Fuck, we can't get your cum on the couch, Bella," I warned, my voice strained as I fought to hold on. She paused her relentless strokes, her chest heaving as she sucked in air. "You're right, fuck..." she muttered, frustration lacing her tone.
"Grab so paper towels from the table, please," she said, her voice urgent. As she slid off , the wet, slick pop of her pussy releasing my cock made my whole body shudder with a mix of relief and aching need.
She hurried back a few seconds later, a handful of paper towels clutched in her hand. She spread them out beneath us, right where our bodies would spill over when we finally let go.
Without wasting another second, she guided back inside her, her heat enveloping in one swift, greedy motion.
She started moving again, her hips slamming into my legs with a fierce, passionate rhythm. "Gah, fuck, Noah... I'm so damn close," she hissed, her jaw tight, her eyes half-lidded but locked on like I was the only thing in her world.
I couldn't hold back much longer. My left eye squinted shut, my tongue slipping out of my mouth as I lost control of myself, overwheld by the tight, pulsing heat of her.
"Christ, Noah, take it, fucking take it... FUCK!" she cried out, her voice breaking as she ca hard, her pussy clenching around in violent waves. Her juices spilled out, most of it soaking into , though so dripped onto the towels beneath us with a faint, wet patter.
My toes curled so hard I thought they'd cramp, and the pressure building inside snapped. I hit my climax, pouring into her, filling her completely as her inner walls pulsed hungrily around , trying to milk every last drop.
My eyes rolled back into my skull, the pleasure so intense I swore they'd get stuck there, leaving blind to anything but the raw, electric sensation of her body dragging over the edge with her.
I lay there, my body still buzzing from the intensity, a deep ache settling into my bones. I needed aftercare so badly, craved to be wrapped in warmth and affection after the rawness of it all.
Bella slid off , my cock slipping free from her with a slick sound, a few thin strands of sen dripping onto the crumpled paper towels beneath us. She grabbed the ss of towels, carefully wiping down, cleaning every trace of her cum and mine off my skin with slow, deliberate swipes.
The touch was gentle but chanical, lacking the tenderness I was desperate for.
She stood up, her movents brisk, and walked over to the nearest bin, tossing the soiled towels inside. I made a ntal note to take the trash out later, my mind still foggy. Bella crossed to the table, snagging another fresh towel, and wiped herself clean with quick, practical motions before dropping it into the bin as well.
She ca back toward , but instead of sitting close, she bent down to grab her underwear and jeans from the floor. She stepped into them, tugging the fabric over her hips and zipping up with a sharp, final sound.
I felt a chill settle over , not just from the cooling sweat on my skin, but from the gnawing emptiness inside. I needed her close, needed sothing soft after being so thoroughly wrecked.
"Here," she said, her tone neutral as she handed my underwear and pants. I shifted, my muscles protesting as I pushed myself up from the couch.
Standing, I pulled on my clothes, the fabric feeling heavy against my still-sensitive skin. Within a few seconds, it was like nothing had happened—our clothes on, the evidence discarded, the room silent.
We sank back onto the couch, side by side, and fucking finally, I could get so aftercare.
"Co here, baby..." Bella murmured, pulling into her warmth. Her arms wrapped around , strong and unyielding, making feel like nothing could touch . Her muscles were like a shield, perfect for protection. "I love you so much, Noah... so fucking much..." she whispered into my ear, her breath hot against my skin.
"I love you too, Bella..." I whispered back, my voice soft but heavy with everything I felt.
We shifted, eventually collapsing deeper into the couch. My head found its place between her breasts, her heartbeat thudding steadily against my ear, a grounding rhythm that lulled .
I let out a long yawn, my body heavy with exhaustion. I figured we had at least two hours before Elara ca back, and all I wanted was to soak up every second of this ti with Bella, my other owner.
"I need to last longer," Bella murmured, her thumb tracing slow circles over my sternum. "Does Elara usually last long?"
Her question hit the air like a stone dropping into water — small, but rippling.
"Yeah," I admitted quietly. "Don't be disappointed. You still did really well."
I tilted my head up from where I was resting against her chest. She gave a small nod, trying to hide the way her jaw tightened, pretending she wasn't comparing herself.
The room fell into a deep silence, the kind that wraps around two people like a blanket. No more words left to fill it.
All that existed was heat — her warmth pressed against my side, her heartbeat pulsing steadily under my ear. Her arm tightened around instinctively, protective, almost shielding from the world. I let myself sink into it, breathing in her scent, feeling the tension slowly unwind from my muscles.
"You should ask Elara about sharing , you know?" I suggested, my voice muffled against her chest. "It'd make this feel less forbidden, less like we're sneaking around."
Bella let out a shaky laugh, her fingers trailing through my hair. "I'm terrified she'll do sothing crazy to , Noah. Even if I look intimidating, your sister... she's sothing else. I don't know if I can handle her reaction if she finds out like this."
I tilted my head up to look at her, seeing the flicker of real worry in her eyes. "Yeah, she's intense, but maybe if we're upfront, she'd be more open to it. I an, it's you we're talking about. She might surprise you, she doesn't hate you like other girls, she always speaks nice about you."
Bella sighed, her grip on tightening just a fraction. "Maybe. But fuck, Noah, the thought of sitting her down for that convo makes my stomach turn. What if she flips? What if she tries to cut out your life completely?"
Bella, she likes you, okay? She never speaks ill of you. Only good things," I reassured her, my voice steady as I traced small circles on her arm with my thumb.
Bella let out a heavy sigh, her body tensing for a mont before relaxing under my touch. "Alright, Christ, I don't want to die... but if it ans being able to love you right, then so be it."
I shifted, looking up at her with a small smile. "You're not gonna die. Elara's tough, but she's not a monster. She'll get it."
"I'll do it soon, I promise," Bella added, her voice quieter now, a little shaky. "Just let gain so confidence first..."
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