Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 226

Chapter 226

"Fuck, baby," Gemma moaned throatily as you ground the head of your cock through her steamy pussy lips, not pushing into her and instead just grinding against her pussy. "You're so fucking good at getting me ramped up."

"You do the same to me," you said, leaning forward to wrap your hands down to squeeze her breasts. She was standing next to your bed with her legs straight, thrusting her ass back at you a bit and letting her tits dangle.

"Baby, it doesn't take that much to get you going," Gemma laughed.

You kissed her back, squeezing her tits more firmly. "Samesies," you said. "I don't think I've ever had to work a moment to get you in the mood."

"That's because I've been in love with you the whole time," Gemma smiled. "Now, are you going to stick that beautiful big cock in my ass or what?"

Gemma didn't want to have vaginal sex while she was on her period - she had almost no flow because of her IUD, but she was still uncomfortable with it. Anal, on the other hand, was still on the menu.

You were about halfway into her ass when the door to your room opened and Sabrina walked in holding three bowls, three spoons and a pint of chocolate peanut butter ice cream.

"OK, that's just not fair," she said, eyeing the two of you before closing the door. "When I'm on the rag I don't get an alternate entry point."

"Just blow him?" Gemma offered.

"Just blow him, she says," Sabrina sighed. She went to your desk and opened your laptop, quickly typing in your password and bringing up Netflix and cueing up the next Castle episode. Then she turned back to you and Gemma, as you hadn't stopped your slow butt fucking. "So is this going to be a hot and fast thing, or slow? Because if it's slow you two should rearrange so we can eat ice cream and watch the show."

".... Slow, please?" Gemma asked you over her shoulder.

You all rearranged, and soon Gemma and Sabrina were laying on their stomachs each with a bowl of ice cream as the three of you watch Nathan Fillion solve crimes. You didn't have a bowl of ice cream because you were slowly grinding your cock in Gemma's ass in a prone bone position.

"Can I be honest?" you asked after about twenty minutes of slow fucking and watching.

"Of course, baby," Sabrina said, looking back at you with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"It's weird watching guys on a TV show while I'm having sex."

"Just focus on Detective Beckett," Gemma groaned softly. "She's hot. Pretend I'm her."

"I could never," you said, laying down a bit more on her and kissing her cheek. "You are much sexier than her."

"You also have a bigger butt and tits," Sabrina giggled.

You ended up getting your bowl of ice cream after creaming Gemma's bowels.

Later that night, after Sabrina had gotten her own slow-boning, the three of you were cuddled up watching the show together under the covers.

"We should really stop doing this," Gemma sighed.

"What? Why?" you asked.

"Sleeping together on work nights," Gemma said. "I don't have any more outfits here that are clean, but I also don't want to get out and leave you two."

"Truer words," Sabrina mumbled. She was running her fingers through the hair on your chest as she was watching the show. "I can't wait for next year."

"Next year?" you asked.

"Next summer. And law school," she said. "When we can all live together for real."

"That'll be nice," Gemma sighed.

Sabrina sat up, the covers falling down to her waist and baring her breasts as she looked over you at Gemma. "Hon, you don't mind if John and I live together for the next year, right? Like, if that's too much without you I get it and we'll figure something else out."

"No, no," Gemma shook her head. "I kind of figured it would be like that. There's nothing we can do about it, but I don't want to punish you two just because it isn't... equal, or whatever."

"Thank God," Sabrina smiled, leaning over and kissing Gemma lightly.

"So... I don't get a say in this?" you asked. "I do have a place lined up already."

Both of the girls gave you looks.

"Yeah, OK, I'm bluffing," you chuckled. "The boys can find someone else to bring into the house. I'll call them tomorrow while you two are out on your Girl's Night recruitment date."

"To be fair, I could always come live with you and 'the boys,'" Sabrina said with a little smirk. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind me walking around with my booty out and bright pink from your spanking me, or hearing my screaming your name and calling you Daddy every night."

"Well, now I might be a little jealous," Gemma teased. "Every night?"

"OK, most nights," Sabrina acquiesced.

"Yeah, that's not something I'm interested in them seeing or hearing," you said. "But where are we going to live?"

"With our budget? I'll find a place, don't worry," Sabrina said. "And it'll be nice. And clean. And we won't live out of suitcases. And we'll have privacy."

"This jealousy thing is growing," Gemma said, but she still had a teasing smile on her lips.

"Was it being clean or private?" you asked.

"Not living out of suitcases," Gemma laughed.

"Hold on, we missed a good part," Sabrina interrupted, reaching over and rewinding the show a good five minutes.

You watched, and you couldn't help but crack a smile. This Nathan Filion guy was growing on you.