Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 294

She wore a tank top that came a little short, showing off a beautiful strip of creamy midsection before her skin-tight cotton shorts got in the way. Those stopped only about a quarter of the way down her thighs, leaving most of her lovely legs bare for my viewing pleasure. Her hair was gathered in a loose pile at the back of her head, with several messy strands falling loose, giving her an unkempt, bedridden look that suggested an understated sensuality. She was also clearly not wearing a bra under the thin sleeveless shirt.

Despite the healing bruises and the fading split lip, she looked like a fucking snack.

"Why did you turn Danni down?" she asked.

"Because I'm not boyfriend material," I said, slightly altering the excuse she gave me a few weeks ago.

She chuckled, clearly getting the reference. "Do yourself a favor. Don't burn that bridge. You may not be boyfriend material yet, but give it some time. All things change, and Danielle is a catch."

Something about how she said that prodded the little hamster in my brain to start turning the wheel. "All things change…"

Natashya simply smirked.

"You're dating my sister now."

She broke out in a grin so wide that her eyes grew squinty. "You're insightful when it's not about you." She sighed. "Yes. We are 'official.'"

I felt a slight pang of jealousy. At one point, I could have seen myself dating Natashya. She was stunning, fit, and fun, and I could have easily found a best friend in her; I wondered what about Emily had inspired her to become girlfriend material. What was I lacking? Tits? "What changed?"

"Eh," Natashya said, "Vegas, mostly. You and your sister have been so sweet to me. I saw what having good people in my life was like. Don't get me wrong—the Starlight girls are good people, mostly, but you and Emily… Erin… you're different. Special." She grew more somber. "Emily took such good care of me after we returned."

"I wish there was more I could've done for you," I said, my guilt clawing its way to the surface as fresh images of Natashya on her knees with a gun to her head came to mind.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Marcus. You’ve done so much for me. I still have a job at the Starlight because of you. I’ve had the best medical treatment and no bills to pay. You have done so much while giving me the space I need to heal and asking for nothing in return.”

She slid off the table and put a knee on the chair I was sitting in, then planted the other so she was straddling me, settling the beautiful, round globes of her ass in my lap as she slid her fingers through my hair. Her nails were short, so her fingertips gently grazed my scalp.

“Aren’t you in a relationship?” I asked, trying my best to not react to the woman in my lap that I hadn’t touched since she’d blown me in Vegas.

“Yes,” she said, her auburn eyes scanning my face. “And we’ve decided to be monogamous.”

Half of that made sense; Emily had never seemed the type to be cool with an open relationship. It’s not like we’d ever discussed it, but I would have been shocked to learn that she was okay with her partner sleeping with other people. Natashya, on the other hand…

“This isn’t very monogamous behavior,” I said, working even harder to keep my hands in check. There was no way in hell I was going to make a move on my sister’s girlfriend.

“She knows about this,” Natashya said, smiling down at me. The Starlight dancer had always been fun and flirty when interacting with me in any sort of sexual way, but this was different. As she stared into my eyes, I sensed fondness.

“You’re telling me Emily is okay with this? I doubt that.” I gripped the arms of the chair a little harder just in case my hands got a mind of their own.

“She’s had given her blessing for one more ride,” she said, sliding her arms around my neck as she drew her face close to mine. “I think I can give up pussy if I love the woman enough, but she has no dick. That will be difficult for me to quit. I told her as much.” She pressed her lips to my forehead, and her lips felt like a brand on my skin. “I do not know if I can give it up permanently, but I told her I’m willing to try as long as one condition,” she said, screwing up her English as her crotch made contact with mine. I could feel the warmth radiating from her through my pants.

“Fuck,” I breathed, understanding what that one condition was.

“Marcus, will you please fuck me one last time?” Natashya asked, looking at me almost shyly.

I couldn’t believe Emily had agreed to let her new girlfriend fuck me one more time in exchange for swearing off dick for good! I’d been attracted to Natashya since I’d first laid eyes on her, and we’d made a strong, immediate connection. I’d missed her over the last two weeks since Vegas, and God… it felt good to have her sitting in my lap again. I had to be dreaming, right? I’d fallen asleep on the way home from brunch, and this was my brain trying to escape the misery of what I’d done to Danni. That had to be what this was, right?

Pressing my forehead into hers, I gave her a serious look as I whispered, “Please tell me you’re not joking.”

Keeping her forehead pressed to mine, she slowly shook her head back and forth and giggled, “I am not.”

Our breath mingled as we hovered close to each other, and my lips started to drift toward hers, inevitably drawn by some invisible force. Natashya had so many great qualities, but her lips were one of my favorites. Unfortunately, just before our lips made contact, she pulled away, her smile seasoned with a touch of regret. “There is only one rule, Marcus—everything is permissible except for kissing on the mouth. Emily was very clear on that.”

I hated that. Kissing was near the top of my favorite things to do with a woman. The sensual feel of soft, pillowy lips on mine… a soft, wet tongue pinning mine and wrestling with it… the taste and feel of little breaths taken between liplocks. There was something just so intimate about the feel of a woman’s mouth on mine.

However, that didn’t mean I couldn’t use every other inch of Natashya’s body. If this was the only way I could experience her… I would take what I could get. Besides, I needed the distraction, and Natashya was perfect for that.

“That’s okay,” I said as my gaze dropped to her lips… just a hint of fullness to them and soft as velvet. “If this is the only way I can have you—even if it’s for one last time—then I’m grateful.”

Natashya clicked her tongue as her smile widened. “Such a flatterer.” She ground her crotch into mine again in slow rocking motions and kissed my forehead again. “Don’t make me think I chose the wrong Upton.”

Instead of responding, I placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her down, my lips finding the soft skin of her throat. My teeth ran lightly across it, and I felt her shiver in my arms as my free hand dropped to her ass, squeezing it like a stress ball to release my anguish and pent-up frustration. If I couldn’t kiss her, I’d find plenty of other ways of stealing her breath away.

Suddenly, I shocked her by wrapping my arm around her waist and standing up; she instinctively wrapped her legs around me as she gasped, “What are you doing?”

Fortunately, my desk was relatively clutter-free and provided a perfect place to lay Natashya. Approaching it, I dropped her on the surface without ceremony. Her ankles dropped away from my lower back, and she looked uncertainly at me. I wasted no time. The tank top was gone in an instant, her natural breasts bouncing free as I stripped the thin cotton-like material away from her. The shorts came off next. By now, both of us were starting to breathe heavily as arousal began to cloud our minds.