Chapter 352: Two Lips are Better Than One! (R-18)

Rachel eased the master bedroom door open just wide enough to slip through, then closed it softly behind her. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp Arabella must have left on.

Luca and Arabella were already on the bed, sheets tangled around their bare legs, Arabella half-straddling him, his hands resting on her hips.

Both of them turned their heads at the quiet click of the door.

Rachel stood there in only a thin sleep shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, bare feet shifting on the cool floor. Her cheeks were already pink, but her eyes were bright with determination.

"Hi," she whispered, almost shy for half a second. Then the shyness vanished and a small, hopeful smile curved her lips. "Can I... join?"

Arabella’s breath caught. She looked down at Luca, waiting for his reaction rather than answering herself.

Luca’s gaze moved from Arabella’s flushed face to Rachel’s hopeful one. He didn’t look surprised, more like he’d been half-expecting it. His voice stayed low and even.

"Come here, Rachel."

She padded over without hesitation. When she reached the edge of the bed he sat up a little, keeping one arm around Arabella’s waist so she didn’t slide off him. With his free hand he cupped the back of Rachel’s neck and pulled her down into a slow, deep kiss. Rachel melted into it immediately, a soft little "mmh" vibrating against his mouth.

Arabella watched, her own breathing growing heavier. Luca broke the kiss only long enough to turn his head and capture Arabella’s lips next, just as thoroughly. When he pulled back he looked between them.

"Equal," he said quietly. "No one gets left out tonight. All right?"

Both women nodded.

Rachel climbed onto the bed on his other side. Luca guided her down so she lay facing him while Arabella stayed on his opposite side. He kissed Rachel again, slower this time, then turned and did the same to Arabella.

His hands moved with deliberate fairness, one sliding under Rachel’s sleep shirt to cup her breast, the other tracing the curve of Arabella’s waist and hip.

Rachel’s breath hitched. "Luca... that feels nice."

"Good," he murmured against her collarbone. He closed his mouth there and sucked gently, then harder, leaving the first dark mark.

Rachel shivered and let out a quiet "oh..."

He turned his head and gave Arabella the same attention on the soft skin just above her breast, drawing a low, pleased sound from her throat.

Rachel’s fingers found the hem of her own shirt and pulled it off in one motion, tossing it aside. She was completely bare underneath. Luca’s eyes darkened as he looked at her, then at Arabella, still flushed and beautiful from earlier.

"Both of you," he said, voice rough. "On your backs. Side by side."

They obeyed. Rachel’s smaller body pressed lightly against Arabella’s longer one. Luca knelt between them, palms gliding up both pairs of thighs at the same time.

He leaned down and kissed Rachel’s stomach, then Arabella’s. His mouth trailed lower on Rachel first, tongue sliding through her already-wet folds. Rachel’s back arched.

"Ah—Luca... oh..."

He stayed there long enough to make her thighs tremble, then shifted and gave Arabella the exact same slow, thorough attention. Arabella’s fingers twisted in the sheets.

"Honey... yes... just like that..."

Luca alternated between them, never lingering too long on one before returning to the other. When Rachel’s hips started rolling against his mouth he lifted his head and looked at her.

"You close already?"

"A little," she admitted, voice breathy.

He smiled and turned to Arabella. "You?"

Arabella nodded, cheeks dark. "Getting there."

He moved up their bodies again. This time he settled over Rachel first, guiding himself to her entrance. He pushed in slowly, watching her face the entire time.

Rachel’s eyes fluttered. "Oh... you’re so deep..."

He gave her several long, measured strokes, then pulled out carefully and shifted to Arabella. He sank into her just as slowly, just as deeply.

Arabella’s soft moan filled the room. "Luca..."

He kept the same steady rhythm with her for a while, then switched back to Rachel. Back and forth, never rushing, making sure each woman felt the same care, the same intensity.

His hands stayed busy too, cupping Rachel’s breast while he thrust into Arabella, then sliding down to rub Arabella’s clit while he was buried inside Rachel.

Rachel’s voice grew higher. "Luca—please—don’t stop—"

"I’m not stopping," he promised, switching again. "You’re both doing so well."

He leaned down while still inside Arabella and sucked another mark onto Rachel’s collarbone, darker this time. Rachel gasped at the dual sensation. Then he turned and left a matching one on Arabella’s shoulder.

When he felt Rachel’s walls start to flutter he focused on her, driving deeper, faster, until she came with a sharp, broken cry, body shaking under him. He stayed with her through it, whispering against her ear.

"That’s it... good girl..."

The moment her orgasm began to ease he pulled out and slid back into Arabella, who was already close from watching and waiting. He took her with the same focused intensity until she followed, moaning his name as she clenched around him.

Luca wasn’t finished. He flipped them both onto their sides so they faced him, then entered Rachel from behind while reaching around to stroke Arabella’s clit with the same hand that held Rachel’s hip.

Arabella’s fingers laced with his, guiding the pressure she wanted. Rachel pushed back against every thrust, soft "ah... ah..." sounds spilling from her lips.

He switched again, this time taking Arabella from behind while his fingers worked between Rachel’s legs. The wet sounds of sex filled the quiet room, mixed with their overlapping moans and his low, steady encouragement.

"You’re both so wet... so tight... taking me so well..."

Rachel turned her head enough to catch his mouth in a messy kiss. Arabella did the same a moment later when he leaned the other way.

He kept the pace even, switching whenever one of them started climbing too fast, making sure neither finished without the other being close behind.

Eventually he pulled Rachel on top of him so she could ride while Arabella straddled his face. He ate Arabella with the same focused hunger he’d used earlier, tongue and lips working her open while Rachel sank down on his cock again and again.

Rachel’s hands braced on his chest. "Luca... I can feel you throbbing..."

Arabella’s thighs tightened around his head. "Honey—I’m going to come again—"

He hummed against her, the vibration pushing her over. Rachel followed seconds later, grinding down hard as she came around him. Luca finally let himself go, gripping Rachel’s hips and thrusting up into her as he filled her, a low groan muffled against Arabella’s skin.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, breathing hard. Luca kept an arm around each of them, pulling them both against his sides so neither felt left out.

Rachel nuzzled under his chin, still smiling. "That was... really good."

Arabella’s soft laugh was warm against his other shoulder. "It was."

Luca pressed a kiss to the top of Rachel’s head, then to Arabella’s temple.

Rachel’s fingers traced one of the fresh hickeys on her collarbone, a satisfied little hum escaping her. Arabella’s hand rested over the matching mark on her own shoulder.

They drifted off like that, Rachel on one side, Arabella on the other, Luca in the middle with an arm around each, bodies still warm and closely pressed together until morning light and birdsong eventually woke the rest of the apartment.