What I see isn't unpleasant at all. It's not rough and savage. It's loving and heartfelt. It's healing, and I crave Bash's gentle touch. I crave the way they're looking at one another. I crave the way Chelsea is running her hands through his hair. It takes me back to last night when she caressed my hair, trying to lull me to sleep. The feeling deep inside of me is blossoming, and I begin to feel it warming my chest, waking something in my heart that I am not sure was ever there in the first place.
Love.
Chapter 6
Chelsea
Laying in bed, I can feel Bash sink down behind me. My body shakes as sobs ripple through me.
“Shh, it’s okay. Whether she comes around or not doesn’t matter as long as we have one another.”
I turn over, and his mouth meets mine. He pulls my bottom lip gently through his teeth as he cups my breast in his palm and squeezes it tenderly. He moves it down my body, diving into the folds of my pussy and finding my clit. I run my hands through his hair and cry out softly, not wanting Brianna to hear.
Don’t think about her. Don’t let her ruin this.
“Let me take your sadness from you,” Bash whispers as he inserts two fingers inside of me. “Let me turn it into pleasure.”
“Bash,” I moan, a little louder this time, running my hands through his hair.
He withdraws his fingers from me and lifts me, removing his t-shirt from my body. Slowly, he pulls my underwear down my legs, kissing my skin as he goes. When they're off, he kisses my
feet and the insides of my legs, making sure not to miss any of the scars on my thighs as he climbs closer to that sweet spot between them.
His mouth latches onto my clit, and I cry out. Curling one of his arms around my leg, he pulls me toward him and holds on tight. His thumb and forefinger keep my lips apart, giving him full access to me. With the other hand, he plunges his fingers back inside of my wet pussy. Curling and rotating them, he brings me closer to the edge. He stops flicking my clit with his tongue and sucks it between his lips as his fingers move faster inside of me.
A wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I cry out. I can feel my juices coat his fingers as I hear a breath hitch across the room. Bash hears it too, and both of us turn to see Brianna standing there, watching us. Her face is flushed, and her hand is between her legs stroking her sweet spot over her underwear.
None of us move for what feels like forever. As if any movement from one of us may spook the other.
Bash removes his fingers from me and kneels on the bed at my feet. I close my legs and sit back, closer to the head of the bed. I look from her to Bash. I’m not sure what to do. Brianna’s gaze shoots back and forth between us with a look of yearning clear in her eyes.
Bash gets up and walks over to her, backing her up into the wall next to the door. Slowly, he lifts his hand to her lips. The same hand that was just deep inside of me. Her eyes become heavy with lust and she closes them lightly, but only for a second. When she opens them, even I can tell that her pupils are dilated with desire from over here.
“Open up,” Bash instructs her. “Let us in. Let us love you.”
I don’t miss the double meaning there. He wants her to open up her heart to us. With a final look from Bash’s stare to mine, she closes her eyes and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out and lets Bash run his fingers over it.
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Brianna
As scared as I feel, once I saw them together, I wanted them right away. I needed them. The taste of Chelsea's cum on Bash's fingers nearly brings me to my knees. I lick them clean, and he places his hand on my neck, gently pulling me in for a kiss. I wait for my senses to kick in, for my hands to push him away, for my feet to carry me out of the room, but none of that happens. Instead, my hand cups his cheek, the stubble on his chin tickling my palm.
Suddenly I feel my t-shirt lifting. I break the kiss with Bash and turn my head to see Chelsea there, her hand cupping my breast. She leans in, and our lips meet as I feel Bash's hand creeping toward the apex of my thighs. I stiffen up a little bit because, no matter how badly I want this right now, the effect from twelve years of an unwanted touch doesn't go away just like that.
The kiss with Chelsea is just as passionate as when Bash kissed me. As our tongues mingle with one another, she lightly pinches my nipple between her fingers. It sends a zing of electricity straight to my core, as Bash sneaks his hand inside of my underwear and slides his finger over my clit, my breathing increases; it's almost too much. I moan, but for some reason, my body tries to hold it in.
“Let yourself go, Bri,” Chelsea whispers in one ear.
“Let yourself feel, Brianna,” Bash whispers in the other. “Relax and let us take care of you.”
Bash drops to his knees in front of me and pulls my panties down with one hand, while the other hand dips two fingers inside of me. I am sore from last night, and I suck my breath in a little bit.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, concern written all over his face.
“I’m okay. Just a little sore.”
"Okay, I can stop if you want me to," he begins removing his fingers from me, but I grab his hand and hold him in place.