House Rules

It had been five months since I moved in with Jess and Maya, and in that time, I'd learned a few things.

Jess, the bubbly blonde with a laugh that could turn heads across a bar, liked to walk around the flat in gym shorts that rode high and oversized tops that clung in just the right places when she stretched. She was the kind of woman who leaned against you in the kitchen for no reason, sat on your bed to borrow a charger, or shared a bottle of wine and got just a bit too close on the sofa. Always playful. Always just this side of flirty.

Maya, on the other hand, was more guarded. Slim, quiet, razor-sharp. She had this steady gaze -- calm, assessing -- like she always knew what was going on, even if she didn't say it. She never flirted outright, but I'd catch her eyes lingering, just a second too long. And every so often, there'd be a look -- when Jess said something suggestive, or when I walked out of the shower in just a towel -- that told me she'd thought about it too.

But nothing had ever happened. Not really.

There were moments. Close calls. A drunken almost-kiss on a night out. A midnight kitchen conversation that ended with Maya brushing her fingers against my wrist and holding it there just a beat too long. But we were adults. We shared bills, groceries, Netflix passwords. We were friends.

And maybe that's why it worked -- the push and pull of it. The tension. We weren't playing games. We were just... circling something. Something we weren't sure we'd survive if we touched.

By the time that Thursday night rolled around, the tension had become part of the furniture. Familiar. Delicious. And quietly unbearable.

It had been a long week. I was two deadlines deep and running on very little sleep. Jess had just come back from a weekend away, full of stories and cheeky energy. Maya was working from home, still in pyjamas by the evening, hair up, glasses on. There was no reason for it to be that night. But I suppose that's how these things happen. Not with a plan. Just... when no one can hold back anymore.

We'd ordered pizza and opened a bottle of red Jess insisted would "fuck us up in a good way." By 10pm we were half sprawled across the sofa and floor, trying to follow a film none of us were watching.

Jess was curled at one end of the sofa, legs tucked under her, sipping wine from a novelty mug that said You Wish. She was wearing a loose vest and boy shorts, her blonde hair a damp halo from a recent shower. Maya sat at the other end, stretched out in a way that said she wasn't trying to be sexy -- which, of course, made her even more so. Black camisole, no bra, dark eyes flicking from the screen to her phone. The light caught the sharp line of her jaw every time she turned her head.

I was on the floor, back against the coffee table, pretending to watch the film. I could feel the heat of them behind me. Hear the shifting fabric, the occasional sharp exhale, the creak of the sofa when one of them moved.

Jess had been extra touchy all week -- shoulder squeezes in the kitchen, leaning against me when brushing her teeth, lips brushing my ear when she asked if I could open a jar. Maya was more subtle, but I'd caught her looking -- just looking -- with a kind of quiet calculation, like she was waiting for the right moment.

That moment arrived somewhere between the second glass of wine and the third failed attempt to follow the plot.

Jess giggled at something, tossed a cushion at me, then climbed off the sofa and flopped across my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her legs dangled over one side, her head on the other. Her ass landed squarely over my crotch.

She didn't move.

I froze. Then I felt it -- her hips shifting. Just a little. A test. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Maya watched, still quiet. Still.

"You okay down there?" Jess asked, twisting slightly, her lips brushing my neck.

"I mean... not complaining."

"Good."

She sat up, straddling me now, her thighs warm around my hips. I glanced at Maya. She hadn't moved. But her legs were open slightly, one hand resting at her side, fingers idly tracing patterns on her thigh.

Jess leaned in and kissed me. Just like that. Soft, slow, confident.

Her tongue slipped between my lips and I felt her smile when I responded, hands going to her waist. I was hard already, and she knew it -- rocking her hips just enough to tease. Not enough to give me what I wanted.

She broke the kiss and looked at Maya. "Well?"

Maya's smirk deepened. "I was wondering how long it would take."

Then she stood. Walked over. Dropped to her knees beside me without a word.

Jess kissed my neck again, slowly, while Maya tugged my shorts down. My cock sprang free -- thick, already leaking. Maya wrapped her fingers around it and stared. No coyness, no hesitation. Just that calm, deliberate hunger.

Jess shifted off me and crouched beside her. They both looked up at me, like they were about to share a secret.

Then Maya licked the head -- slow, precise. Jess followed, flicking her tongue underneath. They alternated -- warm lips, wet tongues, glances exchanged between them, the occasional soft moan.

Maya took me into her mouth, deep and steady. Jess kissed along the base, tongue tracing my length. Then they switched. Jess went down messy and eager, Maya stroked what she couldn't reach. My hands were in their hair, guiding, gripping, desperate.

Watching them kiss between turns nearly undid me. Their mouths met over the head of my cock, tongues tangling, spit glistening. Jess moaned into Maya's mouth, and Maya smiled against her lips.

"You taste like him," Jess whispered.

They kissed again, slower.

I almost lost control.

Jess looked up at me, breathless. "We should move this somewhere softer."

Bedroom. Clothes half-off before we even made it. Jess climbed onto the bed first, lying on her back, legs spread lazily, inviting. Maya knelt beside her, kissing down her stomach, peeling the last of her shorts off.

Jess was soaked -- folds glistening, pink and swollen. Maya didn't hesitate. She went down like she meant it. Tongue flat, firm, stroking deep and slow. Jess whimpered, legs twitching.

I watched, still standing, pumping myself slowly, taking it in -- Maya's arse in the air, her back arched, Jess's hands clutching the sheets, her hips rolling. Jess grabbed Maya by the hair and pulled her up, kissed her deeply, tongues flicking, breath ragged.

"Come here," Jess gasped, looking at me.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling Jess's chest. She grinned, wrapped her hand around my cock, and guided it into her mouth. Warm, eager, her tongue tracing circles, then darting underneath. Maya moved behind me, reaching around to squeeze my balls, kissing my lower back, the top of my arse, anywhere she could reach.

Then I felt her shift -- and suddenly her tongue was licking Jess again, while I fucked Jess's mouth. She moaned around me, vibrations sending jolts through me. Maya licked and sucked beneath us, tongue flicking Jess's clit while Jess whimpered with my cock halfway down her throat.

It was sensory overload. The rhythm, the heat, their moans.

I pulled out just before I came.

"Not yet," Maya whispered, lips wet, eyes dark. "We want all of you."

Jess flipped over, presenting herself. "Come fuck me."

I didn't need telling twice.

I knelt behind her, lined myself up, and slid in -- inch by inch, her tight little body gripping me like a vice. Jess cried out, loud and raw. I grabbed her hips, started thrusting -- slow, deliberate. She pushed back, meeting every stroke. Her ass bounced with each movement, skin slapping against skin.

Maya lay in front of her, kissing her, stroking her breasts, whispering filth. I watched them kiss -- messy, moaning -- while I drove into Jess harder, faster. My hands slid up her back, gripped her shoulders, pulled her closer.

"Come in me," Jess gasped. "Fuck... fill me up."

But I wasn't done.

I pulled out, flipped Jess onto her back, then pulled Maya onto my lap. She straddled me, guided me inside her -- warm, tight, slick. She didn't ease into it. She sank all the way down and rocked her hips with purpose, biting her lip, eyes locked on mine.

Jess crawled up beside us and kissed Maya, her fingers dipping between Maya's legs, stroking her clit as I fucked her from below. Maya moaned into Jess's mouth -- long, drawn-out -- as I gripped her hips and thrust deeper.

"Harder," Maya breathed. "Fuck..."

Her orgasm hit like a wave -- shaking, sudden. She collapsed onto my chest, panting.

Jess straddled my face, lowering herself onto my mouth. I gripped her thighs and licked her slowly, teasing her clit, flicking my tongue just right. She was trembling already. She rocked against me, grinding, crying out, hands tugging my hair.

Maya moved beside us, kissing Jess's breasts, sucking on her nipples. Jess moaned into her mouth, body twitching, and then she came -- loud and messy, grinding against my face as her orgasm ripped through her.

I was aching to come.

Jess saw it in my eyes. She moved down, wrapped her lips around my cock again, but Maya pulled her off and said, "No. Let him fuck us both."

They lay down, legs intertwined -- Jess on her side, Maya behind her. I slid in between them and pushed into Jess first. Her cunt was still pulsing, wet and eager. I fucked her deep, watching her mouth open in a silent scream as Maya kissed her neck, her hand rubbing Jess's clit in time with my thrusts.

Then I pulled out, slid into Maya. She gasped, still sensitive, gripping the sheets. Jess reached down and rubbed her too, fingers teasing her swollen clit as I drove into her hard.

We took turns -- Jess, then Maya, then back again. Their mouths never stopped kissing, moaning into each other, hands stroking each other's skin.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

I fucked Jess fast and deep, one hand on her hip, the other gripping Maya's thigh. Jess clawed at the bed, crying out, her second orgasm cresting.

"Inside," she begged. "Please... I want it."

I came with a grunt, spilling deep inside her, hips jerking, body shaking. Jess held me tight as I emptied myself into her, while Maya kissed her softly, stroking both of us.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, skin sticky, breath ragged, hearts pounding.

No one spoke for a long while.

Eventually, Jess rolled onto her side and smiled. "I think things are going to get a lot more interesting."