Chapter 5

A lazy breeze stirred Mia’s hair where she lay on her stomach, her lips still wrapped lovingly around Linda’s breast. Her eyes were half-lidded, her body languid, one leg bent at the knee and twitching slightly in time with her steady suckling.

Linda reclined with her arms above her head, glowing with post-orgasmic bliss, the deep lines of her body still rising and falling with breath. Her nipples stood proud, wet and stiff, one between Mia’s devoted lips and the other kissed softy by the sun.

Tommy hovered nearby, kneeling uncertainly on the edge of the daybed, flushed and breathing shallowly. His cock throbbed, heavy and eager, but his eyes flicked nervously between Linda’s relaxed body and Mia’s unabashed worship.

Jon was behind him, grounding him. One hand gently rested on Tommy’s lower back, the other stroking up and down the inside of his arm. His voice was calm, smooth.

“Go to her, sweetheart. You don’t have to wait.”

Linda opened her eyes and smiled at Tommy, reaching out. “Come here, baby. I’ve got room.”

Tommy moved like a tide lapping toward shore—slow, tentative, pulled by something deeper than desire. He crawled over her body, settling between her legs, his eyes wide with wonder. Mia, still latched to her nipple, turned her head just enough to give him a lazy grin.

“‘Bout time,” she mumbled around the soft flesh in her mouth. “I’m already naming her left boob.”

Linda chuckled, brushing her fingers through Tommy’s hair as he leaned over her, trembling. “You look so lovely,” she whispered. “Just feel.”

Jon leaned in and kissed Tommy’s shoulder. “Go slow. I’ve got you.”

Tommy nodded and guided himself into her gently, his breath catching the moment their bodies joined. He gasped—more from emotion than sensation—and dropped his forehead to Linda’s chest, just above Mia’s tousled head. Linda moaned softly, wrapping her legs around his hips, anchoring him in.

“You feel beautiful,” she whispered.

Tommy began to move, slow and cautious. Jon’s hands stayed on him—stroking his sides, guiding his rhythm, grounding his trembling body with every touch. He kissed the back of Tommy’s neck, murmuring praise, helping him breathe through it.

Mia, meanwhile, was completely unbothered by the shifting bodies around her. She kept sucking Linda’s breast like it was her personal source of light and joy.

“I’m staying right here,” she murmured, lips still sealed around the nipple. “I’ve merged with this nipple. I live here now.”

Tommy let out a shaky laugh, even as his hips moved more confidently. He looked down, seeing Mia’s cheek pressed to Linda’s breast, her fingers absentmindedly stroking the underside.

“I wanted to ... I mean...” he stammered, and then just whispered, “You’re both so beautiful.”

Linda cupped his cheek and guided his mouth to hers, kissing him slowly. “We’re yours,” she said softly. “And you’re ours.”

Tommy moaned into her, his thrusts deeper now, more rhythmic. His hand reached up, trembling, and cupped the breast Mia wasn’t currently worshiping. Mia lifted her head for just a moment and raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me, sir,” she teased. “That one’s under protection.”

Linda laughed breathlessly. “Share nicely.”

Tommy chuckled through his tears, and Mia relented, letting him gently squeeze the soft weight in his palm while she returned eagerly to her prize. She kissed Linda’s nipple with a smacking sound and whispered, “Sorry, babe. You’re the only one who understands me.”

Linda was shaking now—overwhelmed by love, by touch, by pleasure. Her arms were holding both of them, her breath coming fast and uneven. She wasn’t far behind.

Tommy’s movements grew faster, more instinctual, his soft cries swallowed by Linda’s mouth as they kissed. Jon pressed his body to Tommy’s back, anchoring him with warm, protective strength.

“Let go, baby,” he whispered. “Let it happen.”

And Tommy did—his whole body seizing with sensation as he cried out against Linda’s throat, pouring himself into her in a final, helpless surge. Linda gasped, and her own orgasm followed—a powerful, rolling wave that made her arch and cling to him as she came around his pulsing shaft, moaning deep and low.

Mia felt it.

Her lips were still sealed around Linda’s nipple when the tremors rolled through her. She could hear it in Linda’s voice, feel it in the racing of her heart. Her whole body tingled, electric and alive, as the heat inside her lover spilled down, seeping, spreading ... and Mia followed it down.

She slipped lower between them, letting Tommy collapse to Linda’s side as he panted, wide-eyed and shaking, held close by Jon. And there—between Linda’s thighs—Mia’s tongue found the sweetness of their shared release.

It was everywhere.

Spilling out in thick, warm pulses, dripping onto the sheets like honey. Glorious. Messy. Holy.

Mia lapped at it with reverence, moaning softly, her mouth open and hungry. She drank every drop like it was sacred. Linda’s hand reached down, fingers trembling as they threaded into Mia’s hair, guiding her gently. Her body shuddered again from the overstimulation, hips lifting, breath gasping.

“Oh, my sweet girl...” Linda breathed.

Mia looked up, her lips glistening, eyes shining.

“I just wanted to taste how much we love each other.”

And she buried her mouth again, hungry and tender, as the room held still around her, soaked in warmth and devotion, the taste of it alive on her tongue.

The four of them lounged on the wide daybed, bare skin against soft cushions, the warm Nordic evening casting golden light through the windows. No one spoke. They didn’t need to. Mia’s fingers idly combed through Tommy’s hair while Linda held his hand across his chest. Jon sat behind Linda, one hand resting lazily on her hip.

“I never thought I’d have something like this,” Tommy murmured. “So simple ... and so hot.”

Linda kissed his temple. “You do now.”

Tommy swallowed hard. “I always felt like I had to earn love. Be someone different.”

Mia leaned in, kissed his brow. “You don’t. Not with us.”

Linda reached for him, and he melted into her embrace. Jon’s voice rumbled low and steady. “You matter just because you’re you. That’s enough.”

They lay like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, no words needed.

Then—the doorbell rang.

Everyone looked up.

Linda smirked. “Now who could that be?”