A good night’s sleep

One week of nightshifts in a row is never a good idea. Especially not when the nightshifts somehow bleed into the dayshifts, create a never ending circle on naps in the office or the car. This investigation sucks and so does the cheap coffee that does nothing to keep me awake.

“If nothing happens in the next few minutes I will just walk out of here,” I state, only for Tennoji to nod his head. It was a blur of red hair and fatigue.

“Yeah. Stupid mobsters could really be more cooperative,” he yawns, grabs the bag with chips lying on the dashboard of the messy car.

“When will our replacement come?”

“Hanai and Asano should be here in-“ he checks his watch, “-half an hour.”

“Good, my bum is numb already.” I shift in my seat, feeling stiff and icky. “Can’t wait to get a shower and some hours of sleep in a real bed.”

“Yeah, can’t wait for you to get a shower either.” He holds his nose with one hand, waves in front of his face with the other.

“You’re one to talk,” I laugh and jab my elbow in his ribs. “You’re smelling like a cage full of lynxes.”

Another 30 minutes of stakeout later Asano finally shows up and I can get out of that car, can stretch my legs and make my way to the PD to clock out for the day.

“Well, hello there,” the deputy chief greets me in the hallway leading towards our office.

“Nomura,” I nod briefly.

“I thought you were having a double shift and yet here you are, looking as cute as always,” he keeps talking, joins me on my way to the office.

“I’m looking as if I haven’t slept in 36 hours,” I reply with a huffed laughter.

“And? Did you?”

“No, it’s more like 40 hours, but with short naps in between,” I explain, hide a yawn behind my hand.

“Then why are you here and not at home?” He opens the door for me, follows me inside.

“Paperwork. Better drop some stuff off now before I get an angry call from Hanai later. But once that’s done I’m off and on my way back home and will sleep ten hours in a row.” That’s the only thought keeping me sane for the last 12-ish hours.

“Your boss is working you too hard,” he casually states but my sleep deprived mind twists his – probably – completely innocent words into something else.

“I wish,” I mutter before my brain kicks in again. “Uh, I wish I could say you’re wrong, but you’re not.” No need to spill the truth about the hots I have for boss. I mean, he’s gorgeous, tall, smart and kind. What’s there not to lust after?

“But you know that I’m your boss’ boss, right? I mean, I could tell him to be nicer to you.”

Okay, this now really sounds as if he’s hinting at something but I don’t rise to the bait.

“No, it’s okay. I can pull my own weight. That’s why you put me in this unit after all, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s one of the reasons.” His sideway glance lingers longer than an innocent look should but I don’t mind. He’s handsome and charming, and a little bit of flirting can’t hurt.

“I would love to ask about the other reasons, but I’m afraid right now I’m not able to appreciate your explanation fully.” I stumble, my body feels strangely floating, numb.

“Easy there, detective.” His hand on my arm steadies me, I flash him a sheepish smile.

“See? It’s about time for me to get to bed.”

“Mhm, time for bed indeed.” He doesn’t let go of me and I just stare at him. I must be broken, hearing things and stuff. Definitely the lack of sleep.

I don’t even hear boss coming out of his office until he clears his throat.

“And what is going on here? Detective? Nomura?” Oh shit, he never calls me detective unless it’s serious.

“Your detective here is a bit shaky on her feet. I better make sure she gets home safely,” Nomura smoothly explains and tugs at my arm lightly. “That is, if she’s okay with it.”

Okay, seriously, that can’t be only me reading invitations into his words.

“She is, as you pointed out, one of my detectives and I am responsible for overworking her. I am going to take her home.” Boss nods, he has made a decision.

“Hiroshi, you don’t want her to sit on your bike in that condition, do you? She might just fall off.”

My head turns back and forth, from one of my superiors to the other. What is happening here?

“I’m afraid your car isn’t much safer for her,” Kirisawa points out and I think he’s not talking about safety belts and airbags.

“Uhm, guys? Sirs? Dunno what to call you right now, but – is this still about a ride home?”

They both look at me now and I want to squirm under their intense gazes. Well, actually I want to squirm under their touches and kisses, but a girl can’t get everything.

“It depends on what you want,” Nomura’s voice drags me out of my daydreams. He stares at Kirisawa now who only tilts his head lightly. “Usually the lady has the last word in these matters.”

Maybe I passed out from exhaustion at some point and this is only some dream. In that case I got nothing to lose, right?

“Deputy chief, you can take me home. And boss, you can come with us and make sure I’m safe.” I bat my lashes at them, not exactly a move I’m familiar with but it seems to work.

“Are you sure? I mean, you can always change your mind, but you do understand what we are offering here, do you?”

It’s funny how Nomura does all the talking.

“Not sure. Are you offering to take me home to have sex with me? In that case, yes, I’m sure. If I’m mistaken… well, excuse me, I’m just off to find a hole to crawl in.”

Boss chokes and coughs, cheeks tinted red. Oh god, I misread the situation. Oh god… this is going to be awkward.

“No, you got that right. This is what we’re talking about.” Nomura’s confirmation sends a wave of relief through me – and butterflies.

“Good, my answer stands. How about you?” Yes, I can choose ambiguous answers, too.

“I’d say we better get you home, princess.” They flank me, basically escort me out of the office, towards Nomura’s car. We greet officers left and right, try not to raise suspicion.

“You don’t have to,” Kirisawa says when we reach the car.

“You don’t have to, either. But I want to,” I make clear and he nods, opens the door for me. To the backseat.

“You’re not going to start early on the backseat,” Nomura says and Kirisawa frowns.

“And I’m not letting her sit next to you so you can start fondling her on the way.”

“Guys, how about I stay here on the backseat, boss rides shotgun and Nomura takes the wheel. And you better figure out how to get along otherwise it can get awkward later.” I give Nomura my address and slink into the backseat, doze off after only a couple of minutes.

 

I wake up when the car comes to a stop, just I time to get the last part of a conversation they are having.

“But she needs to sleep. I think we shouldn’t wake her up, just get her to bed.” Kirisawa, bless him, is worrying about my condition.

“As much as it pains me, and believe me, some parts of me are really in pain right now, I guess you are right.”

“Nooo…” I weakly whine and rub my eyes. “I just dreamed of all of us in my bed and now that’s exactly what I want.”

“But you are tired, princess. You know what they say, after tired there’s only stupid. We don’t want you to do anything stupid and regret it afterwards.”

“True, we would have made you drunk ages ago if that was our goal,” Kirisawa adds.

“Wait, that’s an option? I mean, you are actually thinking about this for a while?” I’m wide awake now, heart thumping and stomach tingling.

“Maybe a few weeks. Not more than a couple of months,” Nomura casually confirms.

“Then what are we talking about here? Get out of the car and into my apartment. And out of your clothes there.” I scramble out of the backseat, stretch my numb and tired arms and legs, aware that they stare at me, both still standing with the car’s doors open.

“I need a shower first. You can hash out the details and make yourself comfortable.” Confidently that they will follow me I walk over to my door, unlock it just in time for them to arrive. My brain feels strange, like drunk, but better. I’m high on anticipation and arousal, start stripping in my living room. Not graceful, but effective enough to hear a groan from behind me. Kirisawa for sure. Without my shirt but still in my pants I turn around to face them.

“Bedroom is over there, kitchen is here. I won’t need long, so you better start talking. And yes, I’m game for almost everything but heavy bdsm and some creepy roleplay.”

Nomura hisses, but nods. Kirisawa’s eyes widen, he glances at Nomura who winks at him.

“In that case I’m calling dibs on those pretty lips,” he says only for me to shrug.

“Fine. But I expect you to return the favor – once I’m clean again.” With that I hurry off to the bathroom, strip naked and jump under the shower to quickly but thoroughly wash myself.

I’m almost done when there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey, so, uhm, Nomura wants to open your drawers to look for – supplies, I guess.”

“What?”

“I said, Nomura is looking for condoms and stuff!”

“Come in here, I can’t hear you!” I can, but starting early doesn’t sound bad at all. Kirisawa opens the door, slips into the bathroom.

“Is it okay for Nomura to look for condoms and lube?”

“Yeah, sure. Tell him bedside table, bottom drawer. He can take what he finds appealing.” Which hopefully also includes me. “Hey, boss? Can you come and wash my back?” I look at him over my shoulder, my naked backside turned to him.

He quickly relays the message to Nomura, already taking off his jacket. But only his jacket. He pushes up his sleeves and takes a step closer.

“So, uh, your back? You sure about that?” He rubs the back of his neck, has this adorable blush that can be because of the heat in here or – the heat in him.

“I’m sure there are some dirty spots that need washing and I’m also sure you should get in here to do so. Thoroughly.”

So I turn around, present my naked front to him, firm boobs and the sight of my neatly trimmed private triangle.

“Yeah, uhm, okay.” He nods slowly, undoes the buttons of his shirt, allows me a good view of his naked upper body now. I had a glimpse once or twice, but never up close. Once he has reached his pants my mouth is watering already, good thing I’m in the shower so it doesn’t show.

“Drop those pants, detective,” I purr, loud enough to be heard over the sound of the water, and with a last, drawn out breath he complies. I should have done this ages ago. Should have just climbed him like a tree in the office.

He quickly jumps into the shower, joins me under the warm water until I’m pressed against the tiled wall to give him room.

“I – I won’t be able to wash your back like this,” he stammers, still not completely comfortable, but he stays where he is.

“You could start with washing my front,” I suggest, grab a bottle of body wash and squeeze a generous amount into his waiting palm. He lathers it up before sliding his hands over my shoulders, down my arms, over my sides from there.

I step closer, with foamy hands myself, and mimic his motions. One more step and I’m directly in front of him, chin raised in an unspoken challenge, a plea, a demand. It doesn’t matter how he takes it as long as he acts on it.

The first brush of our lips, with droplets running down our cheeks, is sweet and short. The next kiss is deeper already, I wrap my arms around him, press my body tightly against his. His hands fall on my butt, squeeze it gently and I can feel his desire for me pressing against my thigh.

Panting I break away from him, turn around again and wiggle my butt.

“Don’t forget, be thorough.”

Again he squeezes my butt in his hands, his lips and teeth busy with my neck. The first brush of his testing fingertips between my butt cheeks has me jump a bit, but I reassure him he’s on the right track before he can pull his hand away.

A few ragged breaths later he starts working me open with one finger, helped by some of the water, while his other hand grips my hip tightly. I rest my forehead against the wall, try to relax but it’s so damned difficult when I feel like buzzing out of my skin in arousal.

“Hey, you started without me?” Nomura saunters over, faking a pout.

“I would invite you in, Deputy Chief, but the shower is too small for three of us. You can take a quick shower once we are out,” I let him know, not going to play along. Not yet. “Start undressing already.” I turn the water off, wait until Kirisawa pulls his hand back.

“Soap’s over there,” I tell him and drop a kiss on his lips before I get out of the shower, dripping and giddy.

Wrapped in a towel I hand another one to Kirisawa, lay one out for Nomura. He’s naked before I can even dry off, presses me backwards against the counter, his nose follows a droplet from my temple down to my collarbone.

“You playing favorites?” he asks lowly and I can’t help my chuckle.

“I would be unable to choose if my life depended on it, so no. Just going with the flow.”

A thoughtful him and he flashes me a smile. “Good. Just keep doing what you did, I’m taking a quick shower and be with you before you can even miss me.”

“Not so sure about that.” My voice is breathy already, my heart hammering in my chest. “Maybe I need a little something to tide me over?” I part my lips in invitation and he swoops in for a kiss like a hawk. And dammit, that man can kiss! His tongue sweeps over mine, plays and teases until I’m breathless and he pulls back again.

“Is that enough?” His eyes twinkle, someone likes to tease.

“For now,” I agree, let my towel drop on the way out.

Kirisawa is already in my bedroom, looking lost.

“Hey you,” I greet him, take in what Nomura did to the room while I was in the bathroom. Dimmed lighting, condoms and lube on the bedside table. A small selection of my toys.

“Hey.” He smiles, almost relieved that he’s not alone in here anymore. Not that any of us will be alone for long tonight.

“You want to go on?” I sit down on the bed, give him a chance to change his mind. Instead of an answer I get a heated gaze, he comes over and joins me on the bed.

“C’mere,” he drawls, eyes half-lidded while his cock is already at full mast. I crawl into his lap, tantalizing close to where I really want to be, but I decided that I will wait for Nomura with the real fun. That doesn’t stop me from kissing Kirisawa some more. I gasp when he picks up where we left earlier, drags one curious finger up and down my buttcrack.

The cap of the lube bottle clicks behind us, I look up to see Nomura, naked, only covered with a light flush from the shower.

“It’s easier with this.” He holds the lube out to Kirisawa who only stops stroking me long enough so Nomura can dump a dollop of cool gel on his fingertips. The coolness is a small shock but quickly forgotten when Kirisawa works the finger in and out of me.

“Now that’s quite a sight,” Nomura says and I crane my neck to see him, his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it while his eyes are glued to where Kirisawa is prepping me.

“Get the pink one,” I instruct him, motion towards the small selection of toys he set up on the bedside table. Nomura grabs the buttplug, shows it to me and waits for my nod before he lubes it up.

“What are you planning?” he asks, comes over to us.

“You put that in me, sit down on the bed, I’ll suck your cock and Kirisawa fucks me a bit. We can switch things up later.” I want to sound seductive and confident, but the words come out rushed, ragged.

“Princess, I should wash your mouth with soap for that kind of language.” He chuckles, shoos Kirisawa’s hand away.

“Is there any left on your cock?” I bat my lashes at him, kiss Kirisawa a last time for now and climb off his lap, kneel on the bed with my ass in the air.

“You’re going to find out,” Nomura promises me, slides the buttplug in place and starts pushing it in, slowly, inch for inch. I shudder and moan, hang my head, hands buried in the sheets. It’s not exactly the smallest plug I chose, but I will need the preparation later if we are going to do what I have in mind. Once it’s safely nestled inside of me I just focus on breathing, slowly sit up and wriggle my hips lightly to get used to the feeling.

“Then come and show me,” I demand, impatient now to get all I’m dreaming of. He drops a kiss on the small of my back, pats my bum and sits down on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

I crawl up to him, maybe not as graceful as a cat but definitely focused on him as if he’s a mouse. One I want to swallow whole. Before I can go down on him he stops me, though, beckons me closer with a smile. I settle in his lap, very much like I did earlier with Kirisawa.

“I said I wanted these lips,” he whispers, brushes his thumb over my mouth. I catch it, suck it between my lips, let my tongue circle it. He groans, but doesn’t pull back. Instead he lifts my face towards his, his thumb still in my mouth, and starts kissing my cheek, my temple, my jaw until he reaches my lips again, slides his thumb out and kisses me deeply. The mattress dips behind us and a second set of hands and lips starts caressing me, my neck, over my shoulder and back up.

It’s driving me crazy. I turn a bit to kiss Kirisawa some more while Nomura’s hands find my breasts, cup them, squeeze them lightly, thumbs rubbing my nipples into almost painful stiffness.

“I can’t wait anymore,” I pant, turn my attention back to Nomura, kiss down his body. A firm chest, a hint of abs. Not too much, just right. Kirisawa gives me some space and I settle between Nomura’s legs, on my knees, and run first a fingertip from the base to the tip of his cock. It’s completely hard, bobs a bit as if to follow my touch which makes me chuckle.

“You having fun, princess?” His voice is strained, words pressed out, ending in a moan.

“A lot. And you are going to have some, too.” Finally I open my mouth, let the tip of my tongue connect with the tip of his cock. Salty, slightly bitter, but not unpleasant.

I slide my lips down his cock, tongue pressed tightly against it so I can feel the vein on the underside, the ridges around the head. Eagerly I devour him, my spit and his precum making a mess I don’t mind.

A few choice words join his moans and grunts, most of them variations of mild swears. I grin, show off by taking him in as far as I can, blocking off my air supply for a moment.

The light touch on my pussy makes me pull back, I turn so I can see Kirisawa behind me, two fingers sliding through my folds, spreading lube and my own wetness.

“Can I-?”

“Gosh, yes!” I wiggle my hips, luring him in. With relief I notice that he has already put on a condom, I couldn’t wait now for him to do it anyway. I rest my forehead on Nomura’s thigh, his hand cards through my hair soothingly when Kirisawa lines up and slowly, oh so slowly pushes into me. His cock stretches me just right, with the plug is it a tight fit. One, two careful thrusts and he gains confidence, momentum. Every slap against me drives him deeper into my, and at the same time adds some pressure on the buttplug. Good thing I don’t have a cock in my mouth right now, I clench my teeth at the new sensation.

“Hey princess, you okay?” Nomura tips my chin up, stares at me intently until I grin dopily.

“I’m… fucking perfect…”

“That you are,” Kirisawa grunts, both hands on my hips. He finds a good rhythm and I return my attention to Nomura’s cock. I simply open my mouth, suck him in a bit and let Kirisawa push me back and forth. Nomura’s hand is still tangled in my hair, he helps with my bobbing without forcing me down too far.

I can’t even think straight anymore, much less coordinate all this. I just let them rock me between them, breathe when I have to, moan when I feel like it. It’s heaven. Not thinking, only feeling. I lose track of time, enjoy the building pressure in my belly. The strain on my muscles, the sweat on my skin, the taste of Nomura in my mouth.

“How about… switching it up now?” he says, pulls my mouth off him. Kirisawa’s thrusts turn into a dirty grind, both are waiting for my signal.

“Yeah, sounds… sounds good…” I try to catch my breath, prop up on my elbows. “You guys decided who goes where?”

Kirisawa pulls out, that’s enough of an answer for me. I grab a condom from the stash, throw it towards Nomura who grins at me.

“Thank you, princess.” He motions to Kirisawa, a glance, a nod and both men move. Nomura sits down on the bed again, pats his thighs so I crawl over there. But when I want to straddle him he shakes his head, says ‘Nu-uh’, guides me so that I’m lying over his legs. His hand follows the curve of my ass, wander inwards.

“Arch your back a bit,” he instructs and I comply, catch Kirisawa’s gaze, return his smile. I hold my breath while Nomura tugs at the plug, slowly removes it. Once it’s out he unceremoniously drops it on the ground, exhales in time with me.

“You still sure about this?” He helps me up, brushes some strands of hair from my face.

“Stop talking and start fucking me,” I demand, slide into his lap, just so far so I have room to take the condom, open the packet and roll it over his cock.

“So impatient?”

His hands find my hips, he guides me further into his lap, right above his cock. With one hand I steady it, slowly sink down. He feels different than Kirisawa, or maybe it’s the angle and the lacking plug now. He feels great, no complaints here, but now that I know I can have both of them I feel betrayed when it’s only one.

“Boss, you wanna join us here?”

He stares at me with wide eyes, rubs the back of his neck briefly.

“Could you – not call me that? Not right now at least.”

“Hiroshi feels conflicted doing this with a subordinate,” Nomura explains, lips close to my ear.

“Oh. Okay, sorry. Uh, Kirisawa-san, you wanna join?”

Nomura’s chuckle tells me that my choice of honorific is not the best, but I’m too distracted to think about how to address the man who’s going to fuck my ass while his best friend fucks my pussy.

Either way, it works. He crawls onto the bed behind me, kisses the nape of my neck, his hand smoothes over the curve of my ass. One testing finger turns into two, it’s tight but I’m ready after rocking between Nomura and Kirisawa’s fingers for maybe a minute. Maybe longer, I lost track of time.

More lube, some soothing words and encouragements from both of them and we are ready. A bit shifting is necessary to give us enough room and get us into the right position, I lean over Nomura more, he wraps his arms around me, strokes my back reassuringly.

“Just tell us if we need to stop, okay?”

I promise him, give Kirisawa the green light and take a deep breath. Holding my breath is exactly what I shouldn’t do so I focus on finding a good rhythm when I feel Kirisawa’s cock pressing against me, into me, only for an inch at first, stretching and angling.

“Keep it shallow,” I press out, get a grunt as answer. My skin feels too tight, too hot. I want him to move, want them both to fuck me senseless but I can barely stand them in me like this.

For now we all breathe and that’s about all the movements we make. Rising and falling chests, racing hearts.

“Doing so good, princess. Taking us so well…” Nomura praises me, and I’m dizzy with want, need, so close to my physical limits.

“You okay?” I can feel Kirisawa tremble, feel every shudder, every jittery motion.

“Yeah, I – shit, this is intense.” Goosebumps cover my skin, sweat joins it. “Okay, I think – you can try to move. Careful, though.”

Nomura rubs my arms, whispers sweet nothings while Kirisawa grips my hips tighter, pulls back just the tiniest bit to slide deeper into me.

I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Or sit. But I will be damned if this isn’t worth it.

Slowly we make progress, I help as good as I can by rocking back and forth, careful not to let any of them slip out of me or accidentally take them in too deep. By the time they are both fully buried inside of me we are a sweating mess, grunts and groans make up most of our communication.

My body is alight. Every nerve ending is singing, my legs are trembling as are my arms, the effort of keeping me upright has never been so torturous and sweet at the same time. We fall into a rhythm that works for all of us, Nomura – with the least amount of actual freedom to move – teases me with fleeting touches and kisses. Kirisawa mostly keeps us in synch while I only follow their bodies back and forth.

“Wanna take it up a notch?” Nomura asks with a sly grin, slips a hand between us only to add to the pressure and fireworks between my thighs by finding that bundle of nerves that has been neglected so far.

“Holy…! I – I can’t…” Speak. Think. Breathe. I can’t do anything from the moment he touches me there except for wailing and holding on to sanity. Barely.

“Just let go, princess,” he coos, baiting me to give up control. Not that I have much of a choice, my body can’t take any more stimulation at this point. My fingers dig into his shoulders, just like Kirisawa’s dig into my hips.

“I – fuck! This is – ohhHHH!” Not sure where the sound comes from that leaves my throat, but it’s primal, guttural, earthshaking – just like the pleasure that washes over me, has me writhing in between them, runs like fire through my veins only to leave my body through my ragged breath. Boneless I slump into Nomura’s arms, he kisses and soothes me, tells me how beautiful I am – I doubt that, I’m a mess but I don’t mind. All I want is to sleep now.

Kirisawa speeds up, now that I had mine he’s chasing his own high, and even Nomura changes his position a bit to thrust up into me.

Everything is too sharp, too tight, too hot, but I don’t want them to stop either. I want to stay trapped between them, or both of them trapped inside of me. I want to feel like this forever.

Nomura buries his face between my breasts, his thrusts already out of synch with Kirisawa’s.

“Now, Deputy Chief, I guess it’s your turn to let go,” I whisper, using his words earlier against him. But it’s not him who comes, it’s Kirisawa. His thrusts stutter, grip is even tightening, he growls, pants, rocks against me a few more times before he presses a messy kiss between my shoulder blades and pulls out. With my recovered room of movement I ride Nomura harder, ignore my numb legs and the strange feeling of loss after Kirisawa’s disengagement.

He joins us on the bed again after getting rid of the condom, just watches me fucking Nomura with the last shreds of my strength. Nomura’s hands on my hips dictate my pace and it’s not long before he tenses, heels digging into the mattress, and shouts out his own completion.

My neighbors will be traumatized for life after this night, but who cares? My mind is fuzzy, unable to hold a thought, I just follow when Kirisawa helps me off Nomura and onto the bed. A bit of shifting and scuffling and all I want is to fall asleep. Someone forces a glass of water into my hand, tells me to drink, but I’m not sure who it is. I obey, barely register the spilled drops on my skin.

“Are you okay?” Sounds like boss. I hum.

“Are you even awake, princess?”

My second hum gets answered with some laughter, but someone pulls a blanket over me and from that point on I’m out like a light.

 

Disorientated, muddle-headed and sore I wake up, it’s still dark in my bedroom. Or again, I don’t even know what time it is.

“Back in the land of the living?”

I jump at the voice that sounds right next to me, sleepy and warm. “D-deputy Chief?!”

“I think after last night you can just call me Nomura. At least out of the office.” He snuggles closer, nuzzles my neck.

Oh shit. What have I done?

“It’s only 5am, how about you both go back to sleep?”

Wait, Kirisawa, too? Did I drink last night? Got high? Was I drugged? And how the hell should I sleep now?

Another arm comes to rest over my waist, right next to Nomura’s.

“Not sure if I can sleep now,” I admit, my voice tiny, shaking.

Kirisawa sighs. “Fine. How about I make us some breakfast and coffee. You can just relax a bit and we talk afterwards.”

I squirm, notice the stickiness between my legs and butt cheeks. “I think I’d like to shower.”

“Want me to give you a hand? Hiroshi can take care of the food and I can take care of the treats.” I can hear Nomura’s wink, although that should be impossible.

I will go to hell. I slept with both of my superiors, at the same time. That considered there’s not much I can do to make this worse, right?

“Uh, okay. Yeah, actually that sounds good. And once we are done – I have to call in at work. I don’t think I can come to my shift today. I’m almost unable to move.”

Both of my superiors are here and well aware of my condition. I hear a chuckle from my right, must be Nomura.

“Almost?” he asks, fingertips dragging over my skin.

“Yeah, almost.” This will be a good morning, for sure.

Lost girl (KBTBB + MPD) Mamoru x Clairese x Hanai (mature)

Hanai sighed and returned his attention to the reports in front of him. The beeping of the machines was steady and annoying, but he tried to tune it out. There wasn’t much for him to do now besides trying to finish this report. The girl was still asleep. He hated sitting in this hospital, waiting for her to wake up and tell him what had happened. And why. And when they were already at this topic, who it did. But for now she was still sleeping and he couldn’t ask anything. She couldn’t tell him anything. And he was wasting precious time here, sitting around and waiting.

Kirisawa had told him to watch over her. The injuries she had were severe, but the biggest problem weren’t the recent ones. Some bruises, a cracked rip, a strained wrist, several cuts. What really made Kirisawa suspicious were the older scars. Some of them had a very peculiar shape, a pattern of sorts and he was convinced that it was connected to the condition of the girl. The girl without a name.

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Always on the roam Part 2

You were pleasantly surprised just how good you could mask your own feelings after that night with Nomura. You had cried for half an hour after he left, then you changed your sheets and washed them, getting rid of is scent in your bed. A shower did the same for your body. A strong coffee chased the remnants of your hangover and lack of sleep away. When you left your place you felt empty, but okay.

That changed the same instance you entered the office and saw Nomura at Kirisawa’s desk. He glanced at you briefly and showed you a small smile and you nodded, almost mechanically, before you sat down at your desk and started working. A lot of paperwork waited for you and you were glad that you had something that kept your wandering mind occupied. Rob had almost instantly answered your text, sending you a link to the website of a nice little hotel, somewhere outside of the city. The huge lump in your throat threatened to suffocate you for a moment, but then you got a grip on yourself again. You wouldn’t cry anymore. You wouldn’t wallow in self pity. You would suck it up and keep going, giving Rob a real chance now that Nomura wasn’t in your obsessed mind any longer.

Of course that was a lie. Of course sleeping with him didn’t change your feelings, at least not like you wanted it to. Your crush was even stronger now and since you knew how incredible sex with him could be it was even harder not to fantasize all day about him. But you knew that he wasn’t the type of man for something steady, that he usually only slept once with a woman and then he was gone. Well, he had already slept with you. It was done. No chance for another try. You could now bury your hopes and move on. No more wondering how it would be, how it would feel, what he would do with you. You knew now and even though you craved for that closeness you had shared the night before, it was clear to you that you would have to be satisfied with the memories, because you wouldn’t get the real deal once more.

You were deep in thoughts about that form in front of you when a voice made you look up.

“You look especially cute today.” You knew it was Nomura even before you saw him, the voice was unmistakable. You had heard him groan and whisper dirty little things in your ear. You would never forget that voice.

“Thank you, Deputy Chief, but I’m working right now. If there’s nothing I can do for you I would like to continue what I’m doing.” You tried to sound professional and calm. You managed somehow.

“Such an eager little detective… actually I have a task for you, but I’d like to discuss that in private. Would you come into my office, after lunch break maybe?” The look in his warm brown eyes was friendly, no trace of anything else than his usual, good co-worker style behavior. You instantly knew what he wanted to talk about. He wanted to make sure that you were on the same page, that last night had just been fun, no strings attached, no drama. Sure.

Still, you nodded. “Of course. I’ll come by your office after lunch.”

With a satisfied nod Nomura tapped on your desk with his finger twice and left. You stared at your desk and wished he would have touched you instead.

 

As if the day wasn’t already horrible enough Rob called you just before lunch, telling you he was around the corner and would love to take you out for lunch. Since you couldn’t think of an excuse you agreed, took your bag and met him in front of the PD. You took him to a little bistro that almost no other detective ever visited and you were glad for that today. Too much was swirling in your head, you couldn’t take the usual teasing now. You couldn’t take anything now. Rob was sweet like always, told you about the errand that took him there. You supposed it was some kind of excuse to meet you after you had stalled him for some days. You ate something, forgot instantly what it was, your guilty conscience preventing you from even tasting the food. You ate mechanically and nodded politely to Rob’s talking.

“So, how about next weekend?” Your attention was on him when he asked you that.

“For what?” You weren’t really listening, you know it was impolite but this was your least problem right now.

“For our trip? I called the hotel and they do have some rooms available. I thought maybe… we could book a double room? Or is that too straight forward?” He looked at you with a mixture of anxiety and hope and you really felt like throwing up. God! You were the worst person EVER!

“A double room? With only one bed, I presume?” He started to fidget under your gaze until you forced yourself to smile. “Okay. Sounds good to me.”

He smiled brightly back and sighed in relief. He had definitely shown a lot of patience and you knew what he expected from this trip. And somehow it seemed easier just to give in than to actually sort out your feelings for him – and for Nomura.

Rob insisted on walking you back to the PD. And since the universe or karma or whatever decided that you hadn’t suffered enough yet you met Nomura in front of the building. He stared at you and Rob, at your linked hands – not that you had been keen on that, but he had just taken your hand casually and you couldn’t bring yourself to pull it back – and his expression turned wooden.

“Hiroshi is already looking for you. Stakeout tonight,” he said, but his voice sounded strange.

“Uhm, okay… oh, yes, Rob, this is Deputy Chief Nomura, my superior. Deputy Chief, this is Rob,” you said when you felt the gaze of both men on yourself. You couldn’t meet Nomura’s eyes, you were only silently praying to get out of this really horrible mess soon.

“I remember you. From that singles party,” Nomura said and shook hands with Rob.

“Yeah, that’s right. It had been a lucky day for me,” Rob answered and pulled you closer.

“Don’t forget to come by my office,” Nomura reminded you and turned around.

“Of course. I’ll be right there,” you assured him and put some distance between yourself and Rob. “I’ve got to go now. Sorry. I’ll call you about the weekend. Got to check if I can take some time off,” you mumbled apologetically and dodged his attempt to kiss you with a quick motion towards the PD. He got the hint and hugged you briefly.

“I’m looking forward to it. Let’s hope you can get some days off,” he said and waited until you disappeared in the building.

 

You heaved a sigh and headed to the elevator. Nomura was waiting for you. The sight alone made you want to cry, but you stubbornly forced the tears back.

“He seems nice,” Nomura remarked and you nodded silently.

“Have you told him…?” You shook your head.

“Will you?” You shrugged. The elevator pinged and the doors opened. You stared straight ahead and got in, Nomura followed you. You both were silent. You wondered if somehow there were more floors today than usual. Fully aware that this was stupid, but the way up seemed like an eternity.

“You know,” Nomura suddenly started and brought your attention back to him, “we should – hm, nevermind. You better find Hiroshi first. I think what I wanted to discuss can wait.” He turned towards you, scanning your face, and sighed. “Do you regret it?”

Your heart felt like a stone, cold and hard and unable to actually do its work. You took all the strength you had left and faced him.

“Last night? No, I don’t. I wish I wouldn’t have done that without clearing things with Rob first, though. He really doesn’t deserve this. But aside from that? It was the best night of my life and I would do that every time again if I had the choice.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened. “And now I hope you’ll excuse me since I have to find my boss.” With that you almost ran through the hallway, out of his sight, away from the sheer despair that tried to drown you.

 

You hid in the restroom for some minutes, wiping some few stray tears away and taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. Stupid, stupid, stupid! That had been so stupid! Why didn’t you just present your heart on a silver platter to him? So he could just crush it with that charming smile he always wore? You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, you really wanted to smash something, but instead you forced your hands to stop trembling and went back into the office.

“There you are! You need to go on a stakeout tonight!” Kirisawa instantly spotted you when you entered the room.

“Understood.” You nodded, not even asking a question. Where? When? Who? Didn’t matter. Anything that kept you occupied was welcome.

“And Nomura was just here. I should give you off next weekend?” Kirisawa frowned and looked at you. With wide eyes you stared back until you realized what just had happened.

“Oh, he must have overheard the conversation I had with my – my boyfriend…” you mumbled and suddenly everyone in the office fell silent.

“What?! You still got that guy? How comes he isn’t fed up with you yet?” Tennoji blurted out and the other laughed.

“Yes, I STILL have that boyfriend. He is really nice and sweet and wants to take me on a trip next weekend!” You almost shouted, the teasing was just too much today.

Kirisawa only nodded. “Got it. Next weekend. You’ll get the weekend off.”

Kyobashi casually came over to your desk. “So, you will spend the weekend somewhere together? You know what that means? Hotel sex is the best, you don’t have to care about the neighbors or the furniture…”

“I swear, if I hear another word from you about that trip or me having a boyfriend or anything only remotely sexual, I will staple your balls to your thighs. And that will be only time I ever get near them, do you hear me?” you hissed back and Kyobashi raised his eyebrows, chuckled and went back to his desk. All you wanted to do was banging your head against the wall. But you didn’t.

Why had Nomura done that? Was it another way of teasing you? Did he try to push you even further away, conveniently into the arms of another man? When you closed your eyes you could still feel Nomura’s kisses, his touches, could still hear his groans and the dirty little things he had whispered to you. You could feel the heat rising in your face but unlike last night it pooled around your eyes. You so desperately wanted to cry and at the same time knew you couldn’t.

You quickly slapped your own cheeks twice to focus again on other things, grabbed your phone and wrote a text for Rob that you could get some days off that weekend. But you couldn’t bring yourself to actually send it. Maybe tomorrow.

 

The stakeout was quite standard. You sat in a car with Kyobashi – him of all people! – and stared at the door of a building, waiting for a perp to arrive.

“You have been pretty moody today,” he suddenly said and you groaned. You didn’t feel like small talk at all. You felt like a good, old fashioned chase. You wanted to run after an escaping perp, grab him after a while and slam him to the ground. No unnecessary cruelty, just to keep him from running. That would at least help you with your nervous energy.

“Yeah, you think so?” you scoffed and grabbed the binoculars to peer down the street.

“Yes. I think you’ve never before been like that. Not even when it’s that time of the month.” He shifted in his seat and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s called ‘menstruation’. Say the word, it doesn’t bite you,” you growled.

“Hey, I don’t want to pry, but you know that I can read you like a book and honestly I’m afraid that you will explode when you keep going like this.” He didn’t even seem to listen to you.

“So what? Are you trying to help me or do you need some new topics to make fun of me?” The sarcasm was thick in your voice and Kyobashi chuckled.

“No, I think I have enough to tease you about. I just don’t want you to do something stupid. At least not when I’m in a car with you.”

You frowned at him but then gave him a short nod. “Don’t worry, I got it under control.” Kyobashi nodded back and now you couldn’t stop thinking how bad it must be when even Kyobashi started to get worried.

24 hours. Wasn’t there this song? “What a difference a day makes, 24 little hours…” Yeah. Yesterday at this time you were tossing and turning in your bed with Nomura and now your whole life was a huge mess. It had been a mistake, you could see that now, and still you couldn’t really regret it. You only wished you could stop thinking about it.

The perp showed up shortly before Tennoji and Eiki came to replace you. You didn’t get the chase you were hoping for, but he did resisted arrest so at least you could get some adrenaline that helped you chase some of the somber thoughts away.

And after that? You were allowed to go home and sleep. You didn’t have to go to work before noon. The perfect excuse to not send a text message to Rob.

 

The next days were similar. You tried to avoid Rob, you tried to avoid Nomura, you buried yourself with work and after your shift you spend some time in the gym, tiring yourself out. The less energy you had the less you dreamt at night. And you didn’t want to dream because you always dreamt the same. Nomura, how he held you, kissed you. Nomura, how he told you he loved you. Nomura, how he made love to you. Not simply sex, but love.

You were so tired. This was not the life you wanted, not this empty existence. Didn’t you always think a man wasn’t the way to happiness? That you had to be content with yourself to be able to love someone else, not the other way around? So why the hell were you pining for Nomura so much? Why couldn’t you just move on?!

You were angry, mostly at yourself, mad about your lack of self-discipline. And on the other hand you were too tired to change anything, too tired to fight for – for what? Nomura? Rob? Your own sanity? You were a coward and you knew it. So when Friday rolled on and Rob sent you the last instructions for your trip the next morning you simply accepted it as your fate.

 

You dragged yourself to work on Friday morning, wordlessly sat down at your desk and started ploughing through the paperwork, when a piping hot cup of coffee was sat down in front of you. Looking up you saw Hanai, a tight smile on his face.

“Thanks,” you muttered and grabbed the cup, burning your tongue at the first sip but at least you felt something.

“Is something the matter?” you asked when he still didn’t left.

“Yeah, somehow.” Hanai frowned, obviously he wasn’t comfortable with the topic. “We are worried about you. Personally I fear you will wear yourself out when you continue like that. And your mood isn’t good for the team. So, if something bothers you, maybe it helps you to talk with us about it.” You would have smiled at his apparent uneasiness and that he still came to offer you some support, but you were too exhausted to do so. So you just nodded.

“Thank you. I’m really grateful for your offer, but that’s something I have to figure out myself. But I’m sure I will be better soon.” He nodded back and patted your shoulder awkwardly before he went back to his desk.

You must be a really pitiful sight when even Hanai noticed that something was wrong. You let out a short, bitter laugh and returned your attention to your paperwork.

In your lunch break you decided to go to the roof, the fresh air better than anything else to help you think. At this time tomorrow you would be in that cozy little hotel with Rob. Maybe you would explore the surrounding, maybe he would only explore you. The thought alone of his hands all over your body, his lips on your skin made you panic. You weren’t ready for this. You would never be ready. You just couldn’t imagine that it would feel like with Nomura. It would never again feel like that time.

Standing at the banister, letting the cool air and the wind chill your face and trying to even your breathing you didn’t notice that someone else came out to the roof, too.

“Already dreaming about your weekend?” The voice made you jump in surprise.

“Hello Chief Deputy,” you said without turning around. “Excuse me, I have to-“ you began and wanted to leave but he grabbed your arm.

“Don’t. Don’t go.” You froze. His touch, the sound of his voice – was that pain you noticed?

“Sorry, my break is almost over, I have to go back to-“ you muttered just to get interrupted again.

“No, that’s not what I mean. Don’t go-“ He let go of your arm. “Sorry. I – I shouldn’t… it’s nothing. I shouldn’t be bothering you…” You looked at him, noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the nervous way he ran his hands through his face and hair. He looked shaken.

“N-Nomura… what…?” You didn’t dare to hope, to breathe, to think. Did he come to prevent you from going on this trip? This stupid, meaningful weekend trip with Rob?

“Ah, sorry princess. Don’t mind me, please. Just – it had been a hard week,” he answered and showed you a smile. It was as faked as the ones you showed lately.

“No, please, speak your mind.” You were shaking slightly, fear and nervousness mixed with hope and anticipation. Would he really fight for you? Try to change your mind? Here and now?

“I-“ He stared at you with wide eyes before he closed his mouth again. When he kept on talking you could feel everything inside of you die. “I wish you a great trip.”

You could only nod briefly before you fled.

 

You ran to Kirisawa’s office and begged him to let you go early. You couldn’t stay here any second longer, already the tears started to form and you knew you wouldn’t be able to fight them anymore. Realizing in what state you were he granted your request and you left after your lunch break, not even saying “goodbye” to your coworkers.

At home you just managed to close the door behind you before you broke down.

You needed a few hours, but eventually you calmed down, washed your face – the cold water stinging so pleasantly against your swollen eyes – and started packing. You went through the motions like a sleepwalker, your brain not even involved. At least you didn’t dream that night.

 

The next morning found you much too soon, not enough sleep and the tormenting days before had you grumpy and moody. If he wasn’t part of your problem – albeit unintentionally and without his own knowledge – you would feel sorry for Rob. One hour before he would came to get you he called you one last time, making sure you were awake and ready. Well, you were at least awake.

 

The knock on your door startled you. A quick glance to the clock showed you that you had been spacing out for almost 45 minutes. You cautiously went to your door, almost reluctant to open it at all.

Another knock, more forceful this time.

“I’m coming,” you said and put your hand on the doorknob. As soon as you turned it and unlocked the door, it was pushed open from the outside, almost slamming against you.

Irritated and slightly angry you wanted to yell at the intruder until you realized who it was.

“You are still here!” Nomura stared at you with wide eyes, a light sheen of sweat on his skin, his breathing ragged.

“Well, I live here,” you replied, wanting to slap yourself for saying something stupid like this.

“I thought you were off to your trip.” He seemed confused.

You shrugged. “I – I cancelled it,” you said in a monotone voice. God, you were so empty. So pathetic. “Why are you here?” The question came rather late into your mind, but once it invaded your thoughts you couldn’t think about anything else anymore. Why? Why was he here? Why was he here when he thought you weren’t even at home anymore? Why?

“Actually…” he awkwardly scratched his neck, still standing in your doorway, while you stared at him, waiting for the moment this all would make sense.

“I wanted to – to convince you to stay. Not to go on that trip. And now I feel stupid because you already cancelled…”

Okay. This was not what you had expected.

“Why? Why don’t you want me to go on the trip? I thought you wanted me to go. Even ordered Boss to give me some days off.”  Because the safest way to get rid of you was to drive you into the arms of someone else.

Now it was his turn to stare at you. For some moments none of you said a word.

“When I wanted to talk to you the other day – I wanted to tell you so much… and then you popped up with that guy, holding hands… and really, I thought if you were happy I could just leave you be – but I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t.” He slowly came closer, shut the door once he was in your hallway and you breathlessly waited for his next move. He stopped right in front of you, his fingertips almost touching your cheek, but he still hesitated.

“Are you and – Rob? Are you still…?”

Instead of an answer you got on your tiptoes and kissed him. Not a fierce, passionate kiss. A simple, gentle kiss, two pairs of lips touching.

When you parted you cleared your throat and avoided his gaze, afraid to ask what was on your mind.

“So, you came here for me?”

He chuckled. “I came here for you. Hoping to have actually a chance with you. I wanted to make you forget about Rob.” He dropped a kiss on your nose.

“Who?” you asked giddily, almost drunk on your own happiness.

“Right answer,” he mumbled and kissed you again. You would have to talk about all this, but right now, there in his arms, you weren’t even able to think straight. You moaned into the kiss and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. As if a switch had been flipped the kiss suddenly turned heated, his tongue glided into your mouth, playing with your tongue.

He reluctantly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. “We – I don’t want to rush things,” he mumbled and you nodded slightly, hummed your affirmation while you kissed him again, nipping at his bottom lip what you had learned was something he liked. Slowly you backed up towards your bedroom, pulling him along with you.

“That’s not… what I meant… with not rushing… things…” he muttered between kisses and you pulled back briefly to look him into the eyes.

“We can take it slow – as soon as I got you naked,” you said, voice firm because it was exactly what you thought. You just needed him. Everything else you could discuss later, but now you needed to feel he was real, actually there with you, not only some delusion your wrecked brain had come up with. He definitely felt real under your hands, your lips, pressed against your body, but you had dreamt so much about him lately that you just had to make sure that he REALLY was the one pulling your shirt over your head right now.

Your fingers flew over the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric and his tie away to touch his naked chest while he pulled you closer so that your still bra-covered breasts were pressed against him.

“I missed this so much,” he muttered, his lips trailing down your neck. “Missed you so much.” You gave him a needy whimper as answer and tilted your head to give him better access. His lips felt even better than you remembered and you were eager to find out if that only applied to his kisses or to everything else, too.

You could hardly believe this was really happening. Nomura, the man that according to the rumors never fell for someone and never had sex with a woman twice, actually came to your home, after you already had sex once, and was now undressing you, although he said he didn’t want to rush anything. This had to be karma making it up to you after sending you through hell for so long. And you gladly accepted it.

While he worked on your bra you quickly rid him of his tie and jacket, pushed the shirt off his shoulders and put your hand on his belt. He groaned against the skin of your neck and ripped the bra off you, hugging you tight after your breasts were bared to him. The feeling of his skin against yours was mind blowing. You would never get enough of this sensation, already knowing that you wouldn’t have been able to stand being touched like that by anyone else anymore.

“This – this is not just sex, right?” you asked, suddenly scared by the intensity of your own feelings.

“No, it never was for me anyway. Always knew I wouldn’t be able to let you go,” he confessed, making sigh in relief. Good. That was good – wait, what?

“But – but you left that morning and I thought-“ You slightly pushed against his chest so he backed off a bit, enabling you to look into his eyes.

“You never gave me the chance to talk to you afterwards. And then you planned this trip with that guy… I wasn’t even sure what exactly you want.” You were standing in front of each other, bare from the waist upwards, already panting – was this the right moment to discuss this?

“I’m sorry,” you muttered and actually meant it. All the wasted time, all the pain and insecurity – and not only on your side as you now learned.

“I’m making it up to you,” you promised and opened his belt. He groaned once more when you opened his pants and pushed your hands inside, under the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“Me, too,” he whispered, his voice slightly strained while your fingers curled around his already hard shaft. Feeling him in your hand, hard and heavy, slightly wet at the tip, was so much more than you had hoped for in the last few days and you reveled in the sensation. You dropped down on your knees, pulling his pants and boxers down and licked his length before he could even try to stop you. Not that you expected him to even try. He hissed when you took him into your mouth, enjoying the musky, slightly bitter and very unique taste of his precum.

“I – if you keep that up – I won’t…” He was panting and barely able to talk and you suddenly felt proud that you were the reason for that.

With a wet pop you released him from your mouth, licking your lips briefly, making him groan at the sight.

“Come here,” he ordered and you gladly complied, taking his outreached hand that helped you up. As soon as you were standing again he kissed you deeply, his hands now opening your jeans, tugging the fabric down over your hips, taking your panties with it. You stepped out of pants and panties as soon as they hit the floor, eager to be naked with him. Your hands buried in his hair while you kept kissing him you slowly walked to your bed, only letting go of him enough to crawl on it and drag him with you.

“Need you now,” you whispered, not even in the mood for any more foreplay, just wanting to feel him deep inside of you, making this even more real to you. You barely managed to get a condom from your bedside table, the impatience making you tremble slightly. He took the wrapper from you and kissed you gently, pushing you down and rolling the condom over his cock.

You lay on your back, eagerly awaiting him, legs parted, arms reaching out for him. Without hesitation he lay on top of you, supporting his weight with his knees and elbows. He kissed you gently, searching your face for any sign of discomfort or hesitation, but finding none of it. You just smiled at him and nudged his nose. He positioned himself and you wrapped your arms around him, hands on his hips to pull him closer .With one swift, impatiently awaited thrust he was inside of you, not stopping until he filled you completely. You were whole again. A soft sob, almost a whimper escaped you at this wonderful feeling and only when he kissed your eyelids you realized that you were crying.

“I love you,” he mumbled, prompting another sob from you. Your hands grabbed him tighter, your legs wrapped around him, too, you wanted him as close as possible.

“I love you, too,” you replied, feeling as if your heart would burst. Your head was spinning, unable to process what was happening right now. This was everything you ever wanted. And then he started to move.

It wasn’t the passionate, ecstatic sex like last time. You weren’t drowning in desire, not shaken by waves and waves of pleasure. This was so much deeper, so much more intimate and meaningful – truly the best sex you ever had. He wasn’t only touching your body, but soothing your heart.

Nomura held one of your thighs, making you tilt your hips slightly to thrust even deeper into you, making you moan and sigh, eliciting an occasional sob when your emotions got the upper hand over the fever your body was going through. You wanted him closer, deeper, more – just more of it all. You begged him to go faster, deeper, clinging to him as if he was the only thing that kept you sane. Unlike the last time there was no desperation, not the urge to memorize every touch because you knew this wouldn’t be the last time, there would be plenty of others so you could just enjoy it and get lost in the moment.

You exchanged countless of kisses and even though the fire in your belly was burning hot, you somehow knew that you wouldn’t reach the peak this time. This act was more an expression of your feelings than of your desire. This was not fucking, this was making love. And you loved every second of it.

When Nomura started to moan more, his breath already ragged and his skin sweaty, you knew he was close.

“Come for me,” you whispered, urging him on. “Come for me, Tadanobu.”

At the sound of his name from your lips he gasped, his thrusts stuttered, he pushed deep into you and kept grinding more than thrusting. His lips found yours, his hand grabbed your thigh almost painfully tight. After some seconds he slumped down on you. His weight was just perfect. You loved lying beneath him like this, covered by his body, your sweat mingling with his, your breath mixed while you sloppily kissed a last time for now. With a deep sigh he pulled out of you and got rid of the condom before he lay down next to you, pulling you close.

“I’m not letting you go again,” he said and snuggled closer and you smiled, this was so much bliss, so much happiness that it almost hurt. Almost.

When he had caught his breath he kissed you softly, pulling you on his chest so your ear rested over his heart. His heartbeat was so comforting you feared to fall asleep immediately.

“Uhm, you – you didn’t came?” It wasn’t exactly a question and you smiled even more.

“No, not this time.” You were fine with it, you suspected that your body couldn’t have handled the happiness AND the pleasure anyway.

“Hmm…” He sounded dissatisfied. “I’m not sure if I can let this slide.” His hand ran up and down your back, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

You lifted your head and smiled at him, sleepily and content and completely satisfied.

“It’s fine. I got so much more than just physical pleasure. And you will have countless of opportunities to make it up to me.”

He pulled you closer, your head down on his chest again.

“Yeah. Yeah, I will.”

You fell asleep to the sound of his heart – beating just for you.

Always on the roam Part 1

By the look in your eyes I can tell you’re gonna cry, is it over me?

If it is safe you tears, for I’m not worth it, you see.

For I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam,
Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home.

You knew it was wrong, you knew you should have fought those feelings when you first realized that they were there. But you couldn’t. Maybe you didn’t want to even. Maybe you thought that it would be different, that you would make a difference. That he would change for you.

You were so dumb. Naïve and dumb. Why should he change? Things were going great for him.

You remember when he told you not to fall for him and you jokingly said that wouldn’t happen. It was already too late then.

You couldn’t exactly say when it happened, just that one day you noticed a certain warmth in your belly when he entered the office and greeted you with his usual: “You’re cute again today. Do you want to go on a singles event with me tonight?”

And at some point you just agreed. Why not going out and meeting new people? You were tired of eating alone, sleeping alone, longing for someone, something that you tried to deny in the first place. You didn’t really want to meet someone new, but maybe, just maybe Nomura and you could talk a bit and get to know each other better. Maybe he would find you interesting. Maybe he would develop a crush on you just like you did on him.

 

It took less than five minutes to regret your decision. Of course he didn’t fall for you. He hardly even spoke to you. After the introduction he flirted with a beautiful red haired woman and you had to watch. You couldn’t NOT watch it. It was like a car crash – you just had to look.

How she threw her head back when she laughed and placed a hand on his arm. How he made sure that her glass was always full. The smoldering glances. The small touches. The smiles. Ugh. You hated every second. With your last ounce of self respect you tore your gaze from them and met the eyes of a nice looking man across from you. He smiled at you and you tentatively smiled back. Flirting wasn’t exactly your strong point, but after another glass of wine it seemed easier.

You talked a lot with Rob, that was his name, about his job – he worked at a bank, credits or something – his hobbies – he loved to go fishing and hiking – and his choice to be a vegetarian. He wasn’t exactly funny but cute and he tried really hard to make you smile. It was – nice. So when you saw Nomura walking away with that redhead you didn’t hesitate to give Rob your number – and get another glass of wine.

 

The next few days you felt awful. Whenever you saw Nomura your heart pounded and your stomach clenched. You couldn’t stop imagining what he might have done with that woman that night. You wished to be in her place. Even for just one night. Everything was better than this unrequited crush. You tried really hard to get him out of your mind, out of your heart.

 

You went on some dates with Rob. You let him kiss you after your third date. It wasn’t exactly bad but it didn’t make your heart race. Still you were willing to give him a chance. He really seemed to like you. Actually called when he said he would. Never tried anything without checking if you were okay with it. He didn’t even choose a restaurant for dinner without asking if you liked it.

So you found yourself on your couch, making out with Rob after another date, hoping time would pass quickly so you could send him home and go to bed. To dream of Nomura. That night you cried yourself to sleep.

 

You had romance, did you break it by chance over me?
If it’s so, I’d like for you to know that I’m not worth it, you see.
For I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam
Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home that’s my home

 

The next day you came to work, tired and grumpy, just to run into Nomura on the way to the office.

“Hey, my favorite detective! You are cute as always!” His cheerful voice made you want to punch him. Or kiss him. Or both. You did neither.

“Nomura, good morning. What can I do for you?” You didn’t even fake a smile, just looked at him with your slightly red eyes.

“What’s wrong, princess? Didn’t get much sleep?” He winked at you and you simply sighed. Why did you have to fall for him? Him of all people?

But you did and now you had to either get rid of those feelings or act on them. You were afraid of both options.

“Something like that, yeah…” you muttered and he peered at you intently.

“Trouble with your boyfriend?” He sounded actually concerned.

“No, not really trouble, just – stuff. Anyway, did you need me for something or was that just the impression I got from your exaggerated greeting?” If you had to choose between fight or flight it was the latter today.

“If you want to get a new boyfriend you can come to another singles event tonight. A cute girl like you won’t have trouble to get someone else.” You felt his warm gaze on you and wanted to scream at him to shut up, that it wasn’t so easy to replace another person, someone you actually dated. Kind of. Somehow. But you didn’t. You found yourself nodding again.

“Sounds good. When and where?”

He grinned. “How about I take you there tonight?”

He could take you anywhere and you would be happy, so you nodded again.

“Great. I’m dropping by the office at 8pm. Be ready by then.” With that he waved and walked off. And you cursed yourself for being so stupid.

 

The evening came and with it your nervousness. He would take you there. Did that mean he would bring you home afterwards? Or would he ditch you again to spend the night with another woman? Why did you even do that to yourself? And still you ran to the bathroom at 7.30 to touch up your makeup and change your clothes. At least you had some spare clothes in the office in case you stayed the night. Not that anyone would notice.

Halfway confident with your appearance you went back to the office, just to get some teasing comments from your co-workers. They were all ready to leave, Tennoji and Eiki already gone. Kyobashi, Hanai and the boss were still there and Kyobashi unabashedly looked you up and down.

“Having a date tonight?” His eyebrow raised he looked at you.

“I’m going to a singles party with Nomura,” you admitted and Hanai frowned.

“I thought you had a boyfriend?”

“Uhm, things are – complicated…” you vaguely answered and went to your desk, pushing piles of paperwork around.

“Are you following my example and get a boyfriend for every day of the week?” Kyobashi kept asking.

“No, just going out. It’s not as if I’m obliged to end up with one of the participants. I just don’t feel like staying at home tonight.” You didn’t want to discuss this right now. You and Rob, that was something undefined and honestly you didn’t saw a bright future for the both of you.

Kirisawa stared at you for a moment.

“You could come with us to Station,” he finally offered.

“But I already agreed to go to the singles event. It’s not that I can cancel at the last minute.” More that you didn’t want to. You still hoped that spending time with Nomura could lead to something between you. Even though it usually just led to more tears you shed alone in your bed afterwards, while he was surely having fun with another woman.

You really needed to get over this! And you would! First thing tomorrow.

The door was opened and Nomura came in.

“Hey guys, I’m going to borrow the princess for a bit,” he announced and nodded at you.

“Princess? More like the grumpy stable-lad,” Hanai said and you poked you tongue out at him.

“I’m ready, we can go,” you said and took your bag.

“You’re looking really cute,” Nomura said, waved toward the others and opened the door for you.

The ride in his car was awkward. You analyzed every motion, every glance, every word, but in the end you weren’t any wiser.

“So what’s with the guy you dated? Why aren’t you with him tonight? Why are you coming to a singles event instead?” He broke the silence eventually and you looked at him, slightly confused.

“Well, actually… he’s nice and all, but he isn’t the one, you know? Nothing exclusive anyway. And all I want to do is go out and get a bit drunk, talk with other people. It’s not that I’m going to hook up with someone.” You shrugged.

“I never saw you as someone who would hook up with someone else in the first place,” he answered with a grin. Yeah, right. You weren’t that type of girl. You wanted something steady, that was just the way you were. Not flings or one-night stands. But your heart wanted Nomura, and he wouldn’t give you something steady.

“Maybe you saw me in a wrong light, then,” you answered seriously. “Maybe I am the type for a hook up. And maybe that’s exactly what I’m looking for tonight. Just one night. Without strings attached.” You looked out of the window, your words the closest to an actual confession you dared to admit.

 

Oh, you keep telling me, you keep telling me, I’m your man.
What do I have to do to make you understand?

For I’m the type of guy who gives girl the eye, everybody knows.
But I love them and I leave them, break their hearts and deceive them
everywhere I go.

 

You arrived at the bar where the party was held. You had stopped talking again after your little statement. Nomura put on a smile when you entered and you did the same. After the introductions he started flirting with a blonde, a nurse or something, and you started to drink. Not much. Just enough to numb your heart and your brain. You suddenly realized that you hadn’t asked him if he would take you home afterwards or if you should get a cab. Oh well, you would see eventually. It didn’t really matter.

You talked with some people, both guys and women, not really trying to make friends or find a date, just chatting and drinking. Soon the first couples formed, but there were still enough possibilities to casually talk with others. You got another drink and realized that you might be a bit tipsy. Time to get some air.

You stumbled out of the door, took a deep breath and decided to just walk up and down a bit. When you came around a corner you saw them. Nomura and the blonde. She was trapped between the wall and his body, giggling, with a hand on his arm. He leaned against the wall with one arm, the other hand brushing her hair from her neck. He leaned in and whispered something that made her giggle once more. You couldn’t hear them, just watched them being so close. You turned around before you could see them kissing. You instantly regretted coming here at all, your heart ached so much and you felt completely sober. Sober and stupid. He would never consider being with you. Never.

You went back inside and took a seat at the bar. You weren’t in the mood for the party anymore. You were in the mood to drink. Not the wine you usually had. You ordered some Tequila shots and downed the first two without even blinking. The barkeeper shot you a glance but you only waved him off. No need to worry about you.

Half an hour and maybe six shots later Nomura came in, his hair and clothes slightly disheveled. The sight nearly broke your heart. At least the part that wasn’t already shattered to dust.

“Hey princess, I thought you had left already with someone,” he cheerfully greeted you and sat down next to you.

“Thought the same about you.” Your answer was already slurred.

“What are you having?” There seemed to be worry in his eyes but maybe you were just too drunk already to read him correctly.

“Tequila.” You motioned the barkeeper for a refill.

“Is that a wise decision?” Nomura seemed amused.

“Is it ever?”  You had trouble to fixate him with your gaze already. Maybe it was time to switch over to water. Oh, what the hell! Just one more. You downed the shot and made a face. The time for salt and lemon had long passed.

“So, didn’t found someone for tonight?” he kept teasing you.

“Who says that? I mean, the night isn’t over yet, is it?” You tried to get up but swayed until Nomura grabbed your arm to steady you.

“I think your night is over. No more Tequila for you,” he chuckled. “Seems as if you missed your chance for a hook up.”

“Hmph…” The sound you made wasn’t ladylike, it was a typical drunken noise to show your disagreement, confusion, anger – every little emotion you just felt. “So what about you? Already got lucky or do you want to go home with me?” Your in alcohol drenched brain made you say the most horrible things.

“You wouldn’t want that, princess,” he said, somehow sad. But you were too far gone to notice.

“What? Afraid I wouldn’t like it?” With that you got on your tiptoes and kissed him. A sloppy, drunken kiss that ended in giggles. But still so much better than anything you had imagined.

“Come on, live a little,” you taunted him and he clenched his jaws. Next thing you knew was that you were driving back in his car. He was actually taking you home.

 

The tensed silence was even worse than on your way to the party, but it helped you getting a clear head. Or at least a clearer head. There was still enough Tequila and unrequited longing to drown all your reason. When he put his hand on your thigh at a red light you almost jumped. When his hand wandered upwards you wanted to moan.

“You sure about this, princess?” He was still looking at the road.

“Definitely.” Maybe that was the solution for your problem. You could just forget about him once you had him in your bed. It wasn’t your heart that wanted him so much, it was your body. As long as you kept telling yourself things like that you could actually go through with this hook up thing.

“We are here, princess. Still sure?” He gave you another out but again you ignored it.

“Absolutely. So how about you stop talking and come in instead?” You left the car in a rush of bravado, walked, slightly swaying, to your door and fumbled with the key.

And suddenly he was there. Pressed closely behind you, his hand on yours helped with the key, his breath ghosted over your neck. When your door finally opened you were already panting, his lips were attached to your neck , one arm around your waist kept you upright. You stumbled into your hallway together, every reservation forgotten when you turned in his arms to kiss him again. This time it was even better, slower, but still full of desire and hunger. Your knees grew weak and you clung to him desperately.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this after all,” he whispered, his voice already hoarse. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Convenient excuse, Deputy Chief, but I’m not that drunk.” You rattled off your badge number, your social security number and your telephone number. “Prove enough? Believe me, I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Maybe, but it’s still a stupid decision.” But he didn’t stop kissing you, touching you. His hands were all over your body, opening buttons and tugging on clothes.

“I don’t need to be drunk to make stupid mistakes,” you replied before you opened his belt. And if all this was a mistake, at least you would enjoy every moment of it.

Your clothes landed on the floor all over your place while you slowly made your way to your bedroom, pausing every once in a while for a heated make out session against a wall, a door or on a piece of furniture. You were rather surprised that you made it into the bedroom at all. And still had your panties on. Nomura was in his boxer briefs, dark and tight, and if that sight didn’t get you sober nothing else could. The realization was like a bucket full of ice water. He was really there, in your bedroom, in underwear, and he WANTED you. That much was clear. And you felt not only your body reacting, but also your stupid heart. The pounding wasn’t only from your arousal.

“Hmm, princess, you have no idea how long I wanted to see you like that,” he put your thoughts into words. His hands on your waist pulled you closer and he kissed you again, your lips were already swollen and red but you just couldn’t stop. Kissing him was like a dream come true. He slowly walked you over to your bed and stopped next to it. He kissed your neck, your collarbone, down to the valley of your breasts. Dropping on his knees he let his lips trail over your body until he reached the waistband of your panties.

“I think you don’t need these anymore,” he muttered against your skin and tugged the fabric down your legs. You gasped when your sex was exposed to him, his hungry eyes and curious hands. He grabbed your hips and pushed you on your bed until you were sitting on the edge. Everything was like in a haze, the heat of his tongue trailing up your thigh, the strength of his hands holding your hips, his beard tickling your skin. You didn’t want to close your eyes, you wanted to watch him all night long, his face finally buried between your thighs. You were propped on your hands behind your body so you had the perfect view when he wrapped one of your legs over his shoulder and licked a broad stripe over your folds. You couldn’t hold back your moans when his tongue circled your clit, making it the centre of your needs when he flicked it over and over, sucked it between his lips. At some point you plopped down on your bed, your back arched, your mind blank, just focusing on the pleasure he caused you. Your breath came in quick, shallow puffs, mixed with sighs and moans and occasional ‘fuck, yes’s and ‘oh god’s. Your legs started to tremble, your whole body taunt and needy, ready to snap any minute now, the pressure in your belly almost unbearable when he brought a hand up and slid two fingers into you. With a loud cry you came on his tongue, your core clenching around his fingers. You panted and sobbed, the intense pleasure coursing through your body made you almost oblivious to anything else.

So you only noticed Nomura hovering naked over you when he kissed you again, the taste of your arousal on his lips and tongue. You reached down and grabbed his hard cock, feeling the precum on the tip. Nomura hissed when you spread the sticky liquid with your thumb over his tip before you started to gently pump his cock.

“You better – ughh, stop that… I don’t want to… to come like that…” he pressed out between gritted teeth. You grinned lazily, still in your afterglow, but stopped and got up slightly. He moved away to give you room and you crawled to the middle of the bed, patting on the mattress to show him where he should lie down. When he did you straddled him and leaned in to kiss him, your hips grinding down on him, his hard cock gliding through your slick folds. He grabbed your hips, threw his head back into the pillows so you had the chance to attack his neck. Your breasts grazed his firm chest, your hard nipples begging for attention when he cupped your soft mounds and started to play with your nipples.

It was torturous for the both of you so when you finally decided that you had played enough with him you were already in need for another release. You reached for your nightstand, opened a drawer and pulled a condom out. You shifted slightly and opened the wrapper, looked at Nomura in all his naked glory beneath you and a wild pride surged through you. The one you loved, the man you wanted more than any other man before – he was here and you would have sex with him. And afterwards you would be free to love someone else.

At least that was the plan. You rolled the condom over his cock, held it in place and positioned your hips. You lowered yourself onto him and you both moaned when he finally entered you. You took your time, wanted to savor the moment and every single inch of him. When you were finally sunken down on his lap as far as possible you put your hands on his chest to steady you and watched his face as you started to raise and lower your hips. He had his eyes closed, his lips were slightly parted, you saw and felt the heaving of his chest, the beating of his heart. For a moment you made yourself believe that it beat only for you.

Nomura’s hands slid from your thighs up to your hips. One stayed there and the other mad it’s way to your breasts. He rolled and tugged your nipple and you sped up your movements, riding him so that you dragged your clit over his pubic bone for more friction.

Your soft whimpers and his low moans filled your ears, you felt the light sheen of sweat covering your body and the heat in every spot he touched.

Suddenly he wrapped his arms around you and sat up, holding you in his lap while he kissed you and you just wanted to cry. This kiss wasn’t the hungry kind, not only lust and passion, it was sweet and soothing and sent your heart into overdrive.

Before you could get drunk on that feeling he had shifted you both so he could lay you down on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist while he kept sitting on his knees. Your ass rested on his thighs, your hips were raised, your breast bounced with his every thrust. Each one hit your sweet spot deep inside your core and even more, each thrust was directed at your heart. You felt the fire burning again in your belly but you were afraid that this time it would consume you fully, not leaving anything behind but an empty shell. There was no denying anymore, you had lost your heart to this man who only thought of you as a casual sexual adventure.

An especially deep thrust made you cry out in pleasure and despair, you sobbed and panted, unable to decide if your body or your heart was in charge right now.

“So good, princess… feels so… perfect… come for me… come around my cock…” he muttered while he started circling your clit with his thumb. You were so close already, so close, so afraid, so confused – so done for.

You grabbed your sheets tightly when the pleasure overwhelmed you again, you arched your back, tried to meet his thrusts as good as you could. You gasped, followed by a long moan when he slumped down on your, kept thrusting some more before he came, too. You trembled under him, the waves of your orgasm washing over you when you felt him twitch inside your core, when he growled in your ear and bit into your shoulder.

You only noticed your tears when he rolled off of you to get rid of the condom. Quickly you wiped your face clean, suddenly only wanting him to leave as soon as possible so you could cry openly. But he stayed. He snuggled close to you, hugged you tightly form behind and rested his head between your shoulder blades.

“You are really something,” he mumbled, his words affectionate and his touches gentle.

Your exhaustion made you fall asleep quickly.

 

Don’t you know that I’m the type of man who is always on the roam,
Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home.

When you woke up in the morning he was still there, but already getting dressed.

“Morning, princess. Sorry, I’ve got to leave, early meeting in the PD. Are we good?” He smiled at you like on every other morning when you met in the hallway. It was killing you.

“Sure. I better get ready, too. New case, lots of work today,” you answered, trying to keep your voice steady. He nodded, obviously satisfied, and grabbed his jacket.

“See you at the PD.” With a last wave of his hand he was gone.

He had been right. You had made a mistake. Sleeping with him didn’t help you to forget him, it only made your infatuation grow bigger. Now you would never be able to get over him.

With a self-depreciatory laugh you got up, took your phone and answered to a text Rob had sent you the evening before.

‘I would love to go on a weekend trip with you. Can’t wait!’

You weren’t fair to him, but maybe you would be able to love him eventually. If you were ever able to get your heart back from Nomura.

You know, I can’t make it all alone.
Sometimes that’s the way, that’s the way.
I’m not sad, I’m not sad, I don’t love you.
Just got to do.

Leather jacket

Snuggled against the broad back of your boyfriend you are enjoying the wind that roars in your ears, almost just as much as the roar of the engine somewhere under you. The vibrations of the motor bike seem to travel directly into – no no no, focus in the ride! It’s been a long time since you and Hiroshi had some time alone together, but now you have wrapped up that long and difficult case and even if you and Hiroshi don’t have a day off together you can still go on a ride with his Harley after work.

That’s why you are racing with him through this warm summer night, the lights of the city long left behind, the moon and the stars over your heads spend just enough light that you can see the landscape flying by. It’s like dreaming.

You wrap your arms tighter around his waist, his leather jacket warm at your cheek. You love the smell of it, the old leather and Hiroshi’s scent mixed together to something utterly comforting and soothing.

Suddenly he pulls over and the bike rolls towards a small clearing. You hop off and wait for him to tell you why you have stopped. He taps on your helmet and you take it off while he does the same.

“Look over there,” he says and points away from the street. You turn around and see water glittering. The stars and the moon are reflected, the movements of the waves makes them sway on the ground and stay fixed on the sky. It’s absolutely breathtaking.

“Wow…” you mutter and he steps behind you to wrap his arms around you. The night air around the lake is chilly, but his chest pressed against your back is warm. “I would never have guessed that there is a place like that around here.” You are so awestruck that you whisper.

“Yeah, it’s pretty hidden,” he whispers too, but right next to your ear and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“How hidden?” you ask after some seconds.

“If you go over there you can’t be seen from the street,” he answers and points towards a group of trees next to the lake.

“And have you brought me here with an ulterior motif?” you ask further, teasingly this time.

“Hmm…” he hums in your ear. “Maybe…” With that he nibbles your earlobe and you squeal before you wriggle out of his arms and start running towards the trees. He follows you with a grin.

 

When you reach the trees you realize that there’s even a small bench. Sitting here and watching the stars could be pretty romantic. But the long time without him and the sight of him in his leather jacket was just too much for you. No way you will be able to keep the mood purely romantic. You love how he looks in that black leather. It is soft and worn, smells like Hiroshi and freedom and adventure. Whenever you smell it you feel adventurous yourself. That and the fact that the ride itself is pretty hot with all those vibrations and Hiroshi between your thighs – you just wish he could have been in another position. Not on that Harley, though. Even though it’s a pretty sturdy machine, there’s no way to get frisky on it. But it can take you to places like this.

Your musings are interrupted by Hiroshi who slowly saunters towards you. You love the way he walks when he isn’t in duty. All confidence and swagger, and he has no idea what this does to you.

“I see you found the bench,” he says and you can actually hear his smile. “Isn’t the view breathtaking here?” He sits down next to you and puts an arm around your shoulders, pulls you closer and kisses your temple.

“What about your ulterior motif you had mentioned?” you ask, not wanting to let the mood drift into the wrong direction.

“Ah, yes.” He grins and you can see it in the dim moonlight. “I thought about something that would make this view even more stunning.”

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow, unsure if he can even see it.

“You, naked, bent over that bench,” he simply explains and now you’re glad that it isn’t bright enough so he can see your suddenly burning cheeks. You don’t know how to answer that. Usually he isn’t that straight-forward, but then again, he can be pretty bold. You simply nod and turn your face to kiss him, giving him the answer without words.

He pulls you closer and cups your face, his thumbs running over your jaw line while his tongue brushes yours. You love the way your kisses usually start, sweet and slow, before they become more urged and passionate, before the hunger washes over you and robs you of your senses, before reason gets swallowed by lust and need.

There are already the first changes in his kiss, the desire slowly noticeable. The way he starts sucking at your bottom lip, how his hands slide down your neck, leaving tingles in their wake. He pulls you even closer until you almost straddle his lap, but he has made clear what he wants today so you just hover over his lap without taking initiative.

Slowly he opens your jacket and presses kisses on the naked skin of your cleavage. His hands grab your hips and he pulls you down on his lap and you wrap your arms around him, your hands buried in his hair. Your kisses get more and more passionate, his lips roam your neck and you nibble at his jaw line from time to time. You slowly grind down on him and he groans, his hands sliding under your shirt and pushing your bra up. Your breasts spill out of the cups and he gently massages them, his thumbs rubbing your nipples that are already hard from the cool night air. He takes off your jacket and shirt, the bra stays where it is for the time being. You know that Hiroshi likes it when you’re naked but he also likes it when you keep something on. Not much, though. ‘Naked is the new black’ he once said when you asked him if you should wear something special for him.

You start taking off his jacket and shirt, too. It’s your turn now to explore his chest and stomach with your hands and lips. You gently run your nails over his skin, leave light red trails that are barely visible in the soft moonlight.

“I love it when you do that,” he groans approvingly and you smile. You love how much you affect him. You want to drive him crazy with desire just for you. You never felt so sexy and covetable with any other man before and you want him to feel the same. He is the one for you.

You shiver when he licks your bare chest and he stops.

“Are you cold?” he asks concerned but you shake your head.

“Not really. If you’re worried so much you can warm me up already,” you purr teasingly. He growls and pulls you closer.

“I’m going to make you sweat in no time,” he grunts, his voice thick with desire. He crashes his lips against yours and cups your ass, groping the soft flesh. He really likes your ass, more than your breasts. That’s why he likes to bend you over, like over this bench. He just loves taking you from behind, his eyes glued to your ass and his cock that slides into you again and again.

He lifts you up and you scramble off his lap. Standing next to the bench he opens your jeans before he pulls it down. He crouches down in front of you and helps you take off your shoes before he fully pulls your pants off.

“Are you overly attached to those panties?” he asks when he slowly trails his hands up your legs. You shake your head. You have dozens like that, simple cottons panties. Not sexy but comfortable. And easy to tear.

“Good,” he whispers when he’s finally face to face with you again. He pushes you backwards against the wooden bench.

“Turn around,” he says and you comply. He quickly puts his jacket on the bench before he gently pushes you forward until you kneel on the soft black leather. You put your hands on the backrest and wait with bated breath for his next move. He leans in and kisses your neck and you moan. Goosebumps run over your skin at his touch. He trails his lips and hands over your arched back, his fingers grazing your sides before he slides them over the soft curve of your hips and down your legs. On their way up again he strokes the inside of your thighs until he reaches your panties. You know the fabric is already damp and he hums approvingly when he notices it, too. His fingers wrap around the edge of your panties and with a tearing sound he rips them off you. You moan again. His fingers now dance over your wet folds, the cool air in stark contrast to his warm hands. He gently slides a finger inside you and you gasp.

His other hand snakes around your body to circle your clit with two fingers. Your arms tremble but you stay upright.

“Oh, that’s… so good…” you moan and he chuckles.

“Not only for you,” he growls with a deep voice. “But I can’t wait any longer.”

He pulls his hands away and next thing you hear is the clinking of his belt and the sound of his zipper. Then you feel his hard, velvety length pressed against the soft flesh of your naked ass. He simply rubs himself against you for some moments, his hands grabbing your hips tightly.

“Ugh, you feel so fucking good,” he groans before he slides his length between your thighs, through your wet folds. You are panting and so is he, the excitement and arousal constantly growing. You want to beg him to put it in but you can’t. All you can do is moan but as if he heard your thoughts he finally pushes into you and only stops when he’s buried in your warmth to the hilt.

He leans over your back and kisses your neck again. You turn your head and try to kiss his lips but it’s a sloppy kiss, all tongue and nothing else. Then he finally starts to move and you almost sob. The whole foreplay seems to have taken ages and all you want now is that he fucks you hard and relentless. Again he wraps an arm around you and starts rubbing your clit, slowly at first but then faster, speeding up like his thrusts. You try to brace against the force he uses and smile when you feel the bench moving with you. You just hope that it won’t break. But wouldn’t that be a funny story, a great memory? You giggle lowly but of course Hiroshi hears you.

“What’s so… funny… huh?” he grunts and gives you a particularly hard thrust.

“Just… enjoying… the ride,” you reply, as smugly as you can muster.

“You’re going to… enjoy it… even more,” he promises and his other hand leaves your hip to grab your breast. He rolls your stiff nipple between his fingers, tucks and pinches it lightly. A jolt of pleasure shoots through you and settles in your belly where the tension is already hard to bear. You moan loudly, not caring for your surroundings. You are alone after all.

Only the slapping sound of his hips slamming against your ass is heard, your panting and your mixed moans.

“Hi- Hiroshi, I’m… sooo close…” you cry out and he starts pounding you even harder, his fingers work you over the edge. You grip the wooden backrest harder, your body trembles and a breathless gasp marks your climax. You close your eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over you, the satisfaction and love fill your heart and make you sob.

Hiroshi slows down but doesn’t stop, he grunts while pushing into you again and again, his hands back on your hips. You feel weak now and just want to lie down but keep yourself in this position. You know that he is close, too, the way he grips your hips is almost painful and his breathing is labored.

“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath.

“Exactly,” you sass and he slaps your ass as answer, not too hard, but it’s enough to send him over the edge as well. He grunts and thrusts deep inside of you, followed by some more shallow thrusts.

Still panting he leans in to kiss your cheek.

“I love you,” he mumbles, his sweaty chest pressed against your back.

“I love you, too,” you answer, slightly shivering since your own sweat cools off in the night air.

Tomorrow you will have to work again but tonight it’s only you and him, the stars, the moon and the faint smell of his leather jacket under your skin.

Three’s a party

Jazz smile politely at the man to her right who seemed as uncomfortable in the setting as she felt. He had introduced himself as a reporter and started a conversation with Jazz who wasn’t sure if he was only chatting or actually hitting on her. Besides the fact that he probably was a few years younger than her, he was somehow stiff. Clever, no doubt about that, but the stick up his ass must have been quite impressive.

“And what are you doing?” Jazz blinked before she realized that he was asking her something.

“Oh, I’m an event planner.” She flashed him a small smile and took a sip of her drink.

“So your job is rather ‘eventful’, isn’t it?” He grinned as if he was really proud of that pun but Jazz inwardly groaned and rolled her eyes. Where was Miho? Did she got lost on her way to the restroom?

“So, Miss Event Planner, what else have you planned for tonight?”

That did it for her. Another pun and she would throw her drink right into his face – and it was a good drink, not something she wanted to waste, so she simply smiled again, said curtly “bye” and turned into the other direction, to the place Miho should sit if she only was back from the restroom. Instead her gaze fell on a man. Tall, dressed in a suit, sandy hair and goatee. He was drinking alone, just like she currently was, but he seemed deep in thought, oblivious to his surroundings.

“What are you looking at?” Miho’s voice suddenly sounded next to Jazz who almost jumped.

“The only decent looking guy here tonight.” She didn’t even turn around to check if that reporter was still there when Miho slid back on her seat and followed Jazz’s line of sight.

“He’s a looker, but what if he’s just another annoying, stupid jerk?”

“Oh please, I don’t want to marry him after all.” The eye roll was almost audible in Jazz’s reply. She motioned for the barkeeper and ordered that man another drink of whatever he was having, almost excited to see what would happen next.

The man looked up when the barkeeper put the drink down in front of him, eyes following the direction the barkeeper was pointing to. He smiled and raised his glass in a greeting and Jazz tilted her head slightly, silently accepted his thanks for the drink.

“What are you doing?” Miho asked and took a swig of her whiskey – straight, although Miho wasn’t completely straight herself – and kept looking at the man who snuck a glance into their direction every now and then, but made no move to join them.

“Come on, drinking alone is boring. Let us have some fun, okay? I know you had a shitty week and believe me, mine wasn’t much better. We can at least play a bit when we are out already.”

Jazz didn’t want to say it out loud but Miho really could used to get laid. Not that Jazz had any satisfying encounters lately, and she didn’t dwell on the fact that there was only one decent guy around here, but it was more important to drag Miho out of her slump than having fun herself.

There was one way to bait Miho, something she couldn’t resist. Jazz turned it into a competition.

“Besides,” she started with a smug grin, “in the end I will be the one taking him home, so don’t worry about him.” She took a sip from her drink, watched Miho straighten up a bit and throwing another glance towards the guy.

“You sure about that?”

“Yep,I mean, he’s obviously checking me out already. Should be a piece of cake.” Jazz grin only widened when Miho’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”


“How about we ditch this place and continue this conversation somewhere else?” With a bat of her lashes and her bottom lip between her teeth briefly Jazz looked at him, waiting for his answer. Not that she doubted he would accept, the question just was, which invitation would he take? After chatting and flirting for a while now it was the perfect moment to find out if that man, Nomura how he had introduced himself, would react to her plan.

“We could go to my place,” Miho offered and downed her drink.

He faced her, seemed to contemplate the invitation.

“Or to mine,” Jazz added, swirled the remains of her drink in her glass before she drained it, too.

His gaze flitted back and forth between them, pondering his options.

“I have the bigger bathroom,” Jazz pointed out.

“But I have more toys,” Miho shot back.

Nomura grew restless, this situation was strange, even for him. Two hot women basically fighting over him?

“That’s true,” Jazz admitted. “But I have hoped we wouldn’t need that many toys anyway if we have him.”

And suddenly it clicked. With an almost awestruck expression Nomura realized that they didn’t ask him to choose, they wanted to share him!

“We could also go to my place,” he suggested but their bewildered expressions told him that wasn’t really an option.

“Sorry, but we barely know you. I would feel much better – and safer – in a familiar place,” Jazz explained with an apologetic smile.

“Of course, I understand. But taking a stranger home – that’s not very safe, either, is it?” He wondered why the heck he was bringing that up just now, sabotaging this once in a lifetime opportunity.

“Hm, if you are actually concerned about that we could still blindfold you so that you wouldn’t be able to find back to the place we’re taking you…” Miho suggested, eyes glinting and lips curled up in a grin.

“And I thought we’d safe the kinky stuff for when we’re out of here,” Jazz remarked with a shrug and motioned for the barkeeper to pay for their drinks. “So, how is it? You game?” She turned to face him, one hand rested lightly on the lapel of his jacket, a completely innocent touch but in combination with the way she looked up at him from under her lashes, lips slightly parted, it didn’t miss its purpose.

“I’m not completely sure what to expect but yes, I’m game.” He would have to be an idiot to let an offer like this one pass after all.

“Don’t worry, we’re not biting – too hard,” Miho reassured him and slid off her stool, looked at Jazz with a short nod.

“Okay, your place. But only because your shower is huge and I’m not keen on cleaning afterwards.”

In the cab they all shared the backseat, Nomura in the middle unsure if he was dreaming or not. But the solid weight of Jazz’s hand on his thigh, slowly and absentmindedly running up and down a bit, and Miho’s side pressed against him were proof that this was really happening. They didn’t speak, at least not with Nomura, but Miho and Jazz casually chatted about indifferent topics.

“Do you still have that body lotion? You know, that vanilla scented one?” Miho asked and leaned towards Jazz a bit who raised her arm so Miho could smell the faint hint of vanilla.

“Yep. You wanna borrow it?”

“Mhm. Afterwards.”

That word sent a pang of arousal through Nomura.

“Is it still far?” he asked and shifted a bit, jumped slightly when Miho’s hand came to rest on his other thigh.

“Maybe five minutes, depending on the traffic,” Jazz let him know. “You think you can wait that long?” With a quirk of her eyebrow she slid her hand higher up his thigh, fingertips grazing the inside, following the seam of his pants. Miho mirrored Jazz’s motions, and both leaned in closer to him, practically nuzzled his neck until he groaned lowly and closed his eyes.

“You’re going to be the death of me, am I right?”

Jazz giggled once and Miho nodded. “We’re going to eat you alive. And you are going to love every single second of it.”

When the cab pulled over Nomura almost threw the money at the driver, ushered Jazz out of the door and tugged Miho with him when he got out, almost tripped over his own feet.

“Hey, we thought you would be a bit more – I don’t know, casual about this,” Jazz teased but quickly unlocked her door as soon as they reached it. They all piled into the small entryway and took off their coats – only that no one bothered with their own coat. Jazz and Miho unbuttoned Nomura’s coat while he alternated between the zipper of Jazz’s jacket and the buttons on Miho’s.

Shoes were kicked off, one jacket dropped to the ground, carelessly discarded because other activities than hanging up a jacket were more important.

And still not even a single kiss on the lips was exchanged. Jazz nibbled at Nomura’s ear a bit and Miho brushed her lips over the other side of his neck.

“Anyone wants a drink?” In a flimsy attempt to be a good host Jazz pulled back slightly, smiled when she realized that Nomura’s eyes were closed.

“You know what I like,” Miho replied and grabbed Nomura’s hand, led him towards the living room.

“Indeed, I know,” Jazz smugly shot back and hurried into the kitchen, came back with glasses and a bottle and found Miho and Nomura on the couch, her legs thrown over his lap, his hands lightly running up and down her calves. Jazz handed both of them a glass of deep red wine, let her gaze sweep over the couch.

“Is there some room for me?” She put her own glass down, waited for Miho to lift her legs from his lap and straddled him, almost made him choke on his wine.

“Woah, that’s – pretty bold,” he mumbled but let her take his glass away again after a sip.

“I think it’s time for a kiss,” Jazz announced and smiled at him, but then she leaned to the side where Miho met her halfway in a soft kiss that made Jazz giggle. When she faced Nomura again his gaze flit back and forth between the two women.

“Okay, I have to ask that, just to know… are you two – together?”

Miho laughed and Jazz giggled again.

“Nope. But don’t worry, that’s not our first rodeo, cowboy,” Miho dryly answered.

“You are not interrupting something exclusive here and you are not an adventure to liven up our relationship. We are just friends – who happen to share something more than just the lipstick every now and then.” With an encouraging nod Jazz smiled at him, leaned in closer when he did and tilted her head a bit to the right, but waited for him to close the remaining gap.

His lips were soft and pliant, but his goatee was tickling a bit. Before they could deepen the kiss Jazz pulled back and made some room for Miho who was now sitting with her legs pulled under her body. Jazz watched the kiss between Miho and Nomura, grinned when they deepened it.

“You’re looking really hot together,” she casually remarked. It was true. Miho looked good with anyone because she was hot anyway, but the way he carded his hand through her hair while cupping her cheek was just the perfect balance between gentle and demanding.

But watching got boring soon, even if it was such a good sight. Jazz started kissing Nomura’s neck, switched to Miho’s eventually, boldly started undoing buttons here and there.

Still sitting in his lap she could feel how affected he was, started rocking her hips slightly so that Nomura groaned into the kiss with Miho.

“How about we go somewhere a bit more comfortable? I have a really nice, soft, huge bed,” Jazz suggested, kissed both of them once briefly and scrambled off his lap.

After she had smoothed down her skirt a bit she offered both of them a hand, led them to her bedroom. Luckily they were all far too distracted to pay attention to the clothes that cluttered up the corner next to her wardrobe, but Jazz hadn’t expected visitors. At least not two of them.

Miho was the first to crawl onto the bed, Jazz followed her, tugged Nomura with her.

“Do you – is there some kind of plan?” He was distracted by two sets of hands starting to undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“No, we are going to do whatever we feel like,” Miho explained and leaned in to kiss Jazz once more, as if to prove her point. Or maybe simply because she felt like it.

Nomura breathed heavily but watched in silence, in awe when Miho slid a hand in Jazz’s hair, pulled her closer. They started a heavy makeout session, open mouthed kisses and the slow exploration of every inch of naked skin, how little that was so far.

When they slowed down a bit, more cuddling now than actual kissing, interrupted by whispered words and giggles every now and then, the both shifted a bit, made room between them.

“Do you just want to watch or do you want to join in? Because I’m fine with both,” Miho casually invited him, but she was a bit breathless, cheeks slightly flushed.

“Is it just me or are we all still wearing too much?” Jazz asked, undid a few buttons and discarded her shirt just to reveal her silky chemise.

“Oh, you ended up buying it? Good choice!” Miho nodded appreciatively and Jazz laughed lightly.

“‘Sometimes we have to spoil ourselves’, were your words if I remember correctly. And it really is like silk to the touch, so it’s worth the money.”

“Great. And now take it off,” Miho demanded.

Jazz snorted a short laughter. “No way! That’s not the kind of garment you just take off yourself. It’s made for someone else to take off of me.”

Miho smoothed a hand down from the cleavage all over Jazz’s stomach to the hem of the chemise.

“True that.” She turned towards Nomura. “Do you want or should I?”

“Let me,” he quickly said and inched closer towards Jazz.

“Hi.” She smiled at him encouragingly and he leaned in to kiss her. His fingertips grazed her collarbone, followed the subtle lace trimming before he ran his hand over the length of the chemise to the hem.

“It’s really nice, feels like silk.”

Jazz’s breath hitched a bit when he slipped his hand under the fabric, his warm touch on her skin more than welcome.

“But you feel so much better…” It took him three more kisses before he finally pulled the chemise up and off her, let it drop to the floor and left Jazz in her satin bra.

In return Jazz reached for Nomura’s tie, slowly undid the knot and pulled it from him.

“This could come in handy. Do we want to keep it in reach?”

Miho grinned and nodded, but was busy tugging at Nomura’s vest and shirt. Together they rid him of his shirt and left him bare from the waist up. Next was Miho’s dress. Jazz opened the zipper but Nomura took it off, sighed approvingly when he saw her lacy bra and panties.

With a grin Miho pushed him down, started undoing his belt when Jazz joined her and opened the button and the zipper of his pants. Jazz’s skirt followed next so they were all in their underwear, kissing and touching each other.

So far no one had dared to cross the underwear line, no hands slipping under panties, no curious fingers under the waistband of his boxers. But when Miho casually grabbed the tie that Jazz had carefully placed at the pillow, it was like a sign to take things further.

“Are you okay with getting restrained a bit?” Jazz asked and pushed Nomura down on the bed, straddled him with a naughty grin.

“You – you are not going to rob me, are you?” He didn’t sound worried, more as if he was joking.

With a brief giggle Jazz leaned down, threw Miho a short glance before she kissed Nomura.

“We are going to rob you of your breath and sanity, nothing more.”

Slowly Jazz grabbed his wrists and pulled them up, towards the headboard of her bed. Another reason why she preferred her place, her bed was huge and sturdy. Exactly what they would need tonight. Miho leaned over Nomura and started tying his hands to the headboard, firm enough so he wouldn’t just wiggle out of the bonds but not so tight that they would have to cut him free in the end.

Once she was done she pressed her breasts against his face teasingly, laughed when Jazz slapped her ass.

“We are not done yet. You can let him worship your boobs when I got you out of your bra.” Immediately Jazz let her hands roam Miho’s back until she reached the clasp of the bra, snapped it open. Miho had straightened up again, shrugged the bra off and simply dropped it on the floor.

“Your turn.” On their knees, facing each other but with Nomura’s legs between them Miho and Jazz kissed playfully, their giggles mixed with his groans at the sight. Once Jazz’s bra dangled from Miho’s fingers they shifted their attention towards Nomura again. One shared glance, a cocked eyebrow and a slight tilt of the head – without a word Jazz and Miho pounced, slid down next to him on each side, settled half on top of him, legs entangled with his, hands meeting on his chest.

“Maybe we should have talked about that earlier, but – anything you don’t like?” Miho purred, fingertips drawing circles on his chest until she grazed a nipple, made him jerk a bit.

“I’m a pretty simple guy… so I’m fine with the basics but not too adventurous when it comes to – uhm… certain things.”

“So no pegging?” Miho asked to make clear and he coughed slightly, cheeks flushed a bit.

“Yeah, that. And I’m not keen on pain, neither on receiving nor causing. For everything else I’m at least open for suggestions.”

“We could just check in with you every now and then,” Jazz suggested and leaned in to run her tongue over his neck.

“Or you can just tell us if you don’t like what we’re doing,” Miho chimed in, let her fingers slowly wander further down.

Nomura squirmed lightly under their touches and kisses, his breathing already hard. And not only his breathing, Miho discovered when her hand brushed over his tented boxers. That was something they could work with. She only hoped he also had some stamina, for the night would definitely be long.

“Okay, just let us know if you don’t want anything,” Jazz decided and let her hand join Miho’s, teased and caressed him through his boxers for a moment.

“I don’t want us to wear underwear,” Miho announced and sat up, followed by Jazz who shifted until she knelt next to Nomura’s hips, started tugging at the boxer briefs.

Without much ceremony she pulled them down and off him, slid her own panties down her legs and kicked them off before she crawled up his body while Miho already had a hand wrapped around his hard cock, held it in place for Jazz to run her tongue from his balls up to the tip.

Nomura started tugging at his restraints, groaned when Jazz sucked his cock as deep into her throat as she could manage, meeting Miho’s hand at the base. She bobbed her head, slowly, eyes on Nomura’s who had raised his head as good as he could to not miss a single second of this.

“You look so good with your lips around a cock,” Miho praised, almost proudly, and Jazz hummed before she let his cock slip out of her mouth.

“You wanna join?”

Nomura let his head fall into the pillows before he strained his neck again when Miho leaned down, settled on one side while Jazz got comfortable at the other. They licked and kissed the whole length of his cock, meeting for kisses every now and then, giggled and moaned. It was messy, his cock, their fingers and lips slick with spit and precum, but they stopped before he could get too excited. After all they had plans for him.

“Condoms?” Miho panted when she sat up again and Jazz pointed towards the bedside table.

“Top drawer, second holds the toys.” Jazz stayed where she was, kept teasing Nomura, licked and nipped at his balls until Miho threw a condom at her.

“What else?” Miho stared into the drawer and Jazz raised her head.

“Cock ring, lube I guess. And whatever you feel like.”

“Cock ring?” Nomura rasped, eyes wide.

“Well, we don‘t want you to come before we are done, do we?” Jazz cooed and took the silicone ring Miho handed her.

“Don’t worry,” she assured Nomura, “it’s brand new.” With only minimal struggle she put first the cock ring on Nomura, then the condom. Miho was still rummaging through the drawer, pulled out a bottle of lube and some other items.

“We have to untie him,” Jazz just pointed out. “He’s too close to the headboard.”

“What exactly do you have in mind?” he asked when Miho undid the knot at his tie and both girls made room so he could scoot down a bit. Jazz and Miho shared a short glance, waited until Nomura had settled more or less in the middle of the bed.

“Well, we’d like to start with me riding your cock and Miho riding your face,” Jazz sweetly informed him, earned them a groan and an eager nod.

“Yeah, that – that sounds good to me.” He licked his lips briefly, looked at Miho who smirked, crawled up to his face and leaned in to kiss him.

Jazz didn’t waste any time and straddled him, slicked his cock by sliding it through her already wet folds.

Miho sat up and slid her panties off before she swung a leg over Nomura’s head, shifted until she she was halfway comfortable, facing Jazz who waited for Miho to find a good position. Nomura wrapped his arms around Miho’s thighs and pulled her closer, grunted when Jazz positioned herself and sank down on his cock with a satisfied moan. Once Jazz was still again Miho rested her hands on Jazz’s knees and leaned in a bit, kissed her softly and gasped when Nomura started parting her folds with his tongue.

When Jazz started moving a symphony of their moans, ragged breathing, hisses and some wet noises filled the room, together with the soft creaking of the bed.

Jazz rocked her hips, one hand behind her on Nomura’s thigh, the other in Miho’s hair while they kissed again and again, Miho’s hands still on Jazz’s knees for support while Nomura cupped Miho’s ass, occasionally squeezed the soft flesh and used the grip to keep her in place.

Miho slipped one hand higher on Jazz’s thigh and grinned, challenged her friend to stop her but that was far from Jazz’s intentions.

“Go on,” Jazz said, breath ragged, “you know I – hahhh… can’t get off from fucking alone…” She arched her back, raised her hips slightly so Miho could slip a hand between her thighs, gasped when Miho’s fingertips found her clit. Jazz’s moan was echoed by Nomura when Miho’s finger brushed against his cock every time Jazz slowly moved her hips. They found a rhythm, easily fell into a push and pull, a slow build of pleasure and arousal.

There was no need for haste, no rush to the peak, they all got lost in the moment, the sensations their dance caused them.

Miho was the first to get impatient. She raised her hips, evaded Nomura’s kisses and made him loosen his grip on her ass.

“What’s wrong? Did I do anything wrong?” he asked, slightly confused just for Jazz to lean in and kiss him, not caring about Miho’s taste on his lips.

“It’s fine,” she breathed against his lips. “Miho is hard to get off orally. She needs – a bit more.” As if to emphasize the last bit she rode him harder, now that she could move freely again. For a moment it was just the two of them, Miho still there but not actively taking part. Instead she browsed through the toys she had taken from Jazz’s drawers, grumbled at the sparse selection. She grabbed some lube and a toy, knelt next to Jazz and Nomura who had taken it up a notch, his hands on her hips now while she bounced on his lap.

Miho settled behind Jazz, straddling Nomura’s legs, and showed Jazz what she had picked.

“God… please, yes…” Jazz eagerly agreed when she saw the small vibrator Miho held in her hand and now slowly ran over Jazz’s body, from her collarbone down to her breasts, around the already hard nipples.

“Fuck, you both are looking so hot,” Nomura pressed out between gritted teeth, sweat on his forehead. Jazz tipped her head back, rested it against Miho’s shoulder.

“He’s right, you know? And you look so beautiful when you come… don’t you want to show him? How pretty you are when you’re begging to come?” Miho pressed her lips against Jazz temple, let her hand wander between Jazz’s thighs again. The first contact of the toy on her clit made Jazz hiss and jerk a bit, she was already so close that it was bordering painful. She switched from bouncing up and down Nomura’s cock to rocking her hips again, back and forth, against the toy with every move.

With one arm she reached behind her, wrapped it around Miho’s neck while the other hand rested on Nomura’s firm stomach. Her legs trembled at the strain and her arousal, but she didn’t stop moving.

“Miho…” Jazz whined, took her hand from Nomura’s belly and pressed it instead against Miho’s hand that was holding the toy.

“You want more?” Miho teased and Jazz whimpered in response. Nomura could only watch in awe how Jazz arched her body, her hips now moving faster and faster, chasing her release.

Miho’s other arm now wrapped around Jazz’s chest, her hand cupped a breast, pinched the nipple lightly. Jazz curled her toes, her body taut, her hand now back on Nomura’s stomach, fingertips digging into his skin.

“Hahh… oh fuck… oh my… gooooooood…” Eyes closed, head thrown back, her grip on Miho’s hair and Nomura’s skin tightening Jazz let the pressure in her core shatter, let the tension boil over and euphoria flood her body. She kept moving, panted, finally slumped forwards into Nomura’s arms. Miho pulled her hand back and pressed a kiss between Jazz’s shoulder blades.

For a short moment they stayed like this, let Jazz catch her breath before Nomura started to squirm a bit, still far from finishing.

Jazz scrambled off his lap and stretched leisurely, plopped down on the bed and watched Nomura and Miho who stared at each other, unsure how to go on from here.

“Oh, come on… Nomura, get up. Change the condom. Better take off the cock ring, too. Or do you think you need it to last?” Jazz winked cheekily and leaned over to the pile of toys Miho had gathered earlier, grabbed the lube and a small toy.

“Miho?” She showed her friend what she had picked and Miho nodded, grinned at Nomura who now stood next to the bed and just rolled off the condom and the cock ring, hissed slightly but kept moving his hand lazily over his cock.

Miho rolled on her stomach, looked at Jazz expectantly. “I love when you take charge, did I ever tell you that?”

Jazz chuckled and threw a pillow at Miho who stuffed it under her hips, raised her ass and wiggled it slightly.

“Impatient?” The clicking sound of a bottle of lube being opened followed Jazz’s question and Miho giggled.

“Well, I’m not the one who just came.”

“Don’t worry, you will,” Jazz assured her and dribbled some lube between Miho’s cheeks, coated the small buttplug with more lube and used it to spread the remaining lube around Miho’s puckered hole, ran the toy past it a few times without pressure before she slowly worked Miho open, under the watchful eyes of Nomura.

“Don’t worry, this is not for you,” Jazz let him know when she pushed the buttplug a bit deeper before she pulled it back again. “Just some additional fun for her…”

The sound of his groans mixed with Miho’s moans, with the wet sounds of lube and penetration, with Jazz’s heavy breathing. It only took a few minutes before the buttplug slid in place and Jazz sat up, panting. Both women looked at Nomura.

“Come here,” Miho invited him, pushed herself up on hands and knees. Jazz wiggled her way under Miho, giggled when they were face to face again. The bed dipped under Nomura’s weight when he joined them, let his hands run over Miho’s back to her ass.

“Ready?” His voice was hoarse already, strained.

“God dammit, yes!”

Jazz chuckled at Miho’s repeated display of impatience and shushed her with a kiss. She could feel the moment when Nomura pushed into Miho, the suddenly slacking jaw and lack of response from Miho gave her away.

“He’s good, isn’t he? So wonderfully thick and hard…” Jazz whispered and hummed appreciatively at the memory of it.

“Fuck… yes…” It wasn’t clear if Miho answered to Jazz or simply couldn’t contain her pleasure anymore, but both Nomura and Jazz moaned in response.

Jazz raised her hand towards Nomura, rasped a quick “Open up” before she stuck her index and middle finger into his mouth.

“Get them nice and wet.” Being in charge wasn’t her favorite thing but Jazz could pull that off without a problem and sometimes she even enjoyed bossing her partners around in bed. Not that she got that chance very often when Miho was involved.

Nomura sucked and licked at Jazz’s fingers until she was satisfied and pulled them back, only to slide them down Miho’s body, between her thighs and through her soaked folds.

“I know you’re a greedy little thing,” Jazz whispered to Miho who closed her eyes when Jazz’s fingertips started circling her clit. “And I think he won’t last much longer, so let’s just make sure to get you off properly, shall we?”

And Nomura gave it his all. Every thrust was deeper than the one before, harder, until he was pounding Miho into the mattress, or as much as possible with Jazz still trapped under both of them.

“Oh fuck… I… so close…” Miho’s arms trembled already, she dropped her head on Jazz’s shoulder, pushed her ass up higher.

All it took to tip Miho over the edge was Jazz tilting her head and pressing a sloppy kiss on her lips. With everything that was going on, all the different sensation and stimulations Miho just couldn’t keep the pleasure from boiling over any longer. So she took a deep breath and let herself fall into the promise of ecstasy, let the fire under her skin consume her with a choked out cry.

Nomura’s thrusts stuttered but he kept moving, until Miho relaxed again, her body void of any tension now, slumping down in Jazz’s arms. He tightened his grip on Miho’s hips, pushed two, three more times into her before he tensed, breath escaping with a hiss through his gritted teeth when he came.

Still panting he pulled out, almost collapsed next to both women after quickly discarding the condom.

“Wow… that was…”

“Mhm…” Jazz lazily agreed. “Miho, you are kinda crushing me… roll over already.”

“You know me,” Miho drawled sleepily. “Either we cuddle now…”

“Or?” Jazz asked, trying to see Miho’s face.

“Or…” Miho pushed up a bit, looked over to Nomura. “Round two?”