Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Abby/Becker/Connor
Story: Housewarming
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Set during and after 4x05, and references events therein. Mild f-sub kink (consensual). Possible excessive schmoop.
Author's Note: Follows "Caregiver" and references "Inventory"
Summary: A celebration is in order
Housewarming
Becker was bored, Abby figured, given the way he was calling and texting them every hour from the moment he woke up. He was surprisingly not upset when she told him about Emily—he’d mostly guessed it, anyhow. Rather, he was far more annoyed with the state of his entertainment choices for the day: “Have you seen the utter cack they put on daytime telly?” He moaned in his most recent call.
“He needs something to do,” Connor noted, peering at road signs to figure out where they were going. “Our Becks is never happy when he has to stay still.”
Abby thought for a moment. “Y’know, we’re stuck on this road trip to nowhere. Why don’t we have him do some flat shopping for us? I can text him that list of options you were working on.”
“Brilliant!” Connor grinned over at her. “Make it so, number one!”
“Number what?”
“Nevermind. Just… Yeah.” Connor giggled.
***
She was still shaking on the drive back. Whether it was the adrenaline of the day or the argument, or maybe the powerful way Connor had kissed her, she wasn’t sure. Even a shower and a bit of food at the ARC didn’t settle her.
What did help, however, was the flat Becker had found for them.
It was every bit as beautiful as he had made it out to be: Positioned in a corner, on the second level of the building, it had a fantastic view of the lush park nearby. A balcony on the west side was perfectly placed for watching sunsets—a particularly gorgeous one was already painting its way down the sky—and had plenty of space to set up a container garden.
Inside, it was airy and light, decorated in calming, neutral colors, and well kitted-out—including a huge bed in the master suite, Abby noted with a private smile. As Connor puttered around the space with the leasing agent, babbling inconsequential questions, she held back, hovering close to Becker. She wanted him to hold her, to kiss her hello, to finish taking away the stress, but figured the agent would likely get unbearably confused.
As it was, she seemed confused enough. “So, you’ll all be living here then, yes?” Her face was a little tight. “Your… friend said he was staying with you two while he was taking some classes.”
“Classes?” Connor looked back over his shoulder, to meet Becker’s significant stare. “Oh! Right. Classes. Yes. Our friend here. He’s a big student, that one. All about the books.”
Becker raised an eyebrow. Connor coughed and looked away.
“Indeed.” The agent still looked bewildered. “Well, we’ve already run the credit data for you all and it’s checked out, so if you’re interested, I just need a cheque for the first month’s rent and a signature, and it’s yours.” She produced a contract and pen and set them on the kitchen table.
Abby’s heart flipped, and she stared down at the contract. Now that it was really happening, she almost wanted to back out. Sure, she’d lived with Connor before, but that was on her own turf—in her own space. This was entirely different; an equal venture between the three of them. It all seemed so whirlwind—it felt like they’d just barely arrived back in civilization.
Connor lay a reassuring hand on the small of her back and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Are you sure you want this? You can say no.”
Relaxing, she smiled up at him, and then over at Becker, who favored her with a warm smile of his own.
“I’m in,” she said, picking up the pen.
In a few moments, the documents were signed, the agent handed them the keys, and then left.
The minute they were alone, Becker descended on them, catching them both up in an enormous hug and peppering their faces with kisses.
“I’ve been waiting all day to do that,” he finally said.
Abby found she had, too. The steady thump of his heartbeat under his thin T-shirt reminded her that they were home in far more ways than one.
Connor, spying something across the kitchen, suddenly perked up and broke free of the embrace. “Hey, there’s a big gift bag here!” He went over to the corner of the kitchen to retrieve it, and read the tag aloud, “’Welcome to your new Premier Properties home. Please enjoy these gifts with our compliments.’ Supercool!”
“That’s nice. What’s in it?” Abby strolled up behind him and peered over his shoulder.
He pulled things out, sliding them down the counter for the other two to see. “Takeaway menus, a coffee mug, tea samples, pen and paper… oh! Useful!” He chucked a package of toilet roll at Becker and handed a few containers of travel-sized toiletries to Abby.
“Quite useful!” Abby giggled.
“Ooh, now this is tempting!” Connor pulled out a bottle of Beaujolais, an opener and a package of plastic glasses.
“Ah! Very tempting!” Becker began unwrapping the glasses. “Y’know, with all this, I suppose we could stay here tonight, if we wanted.”
“Sure,” Abby said, starting work on opening the bottle. “I don’t see why not. We can hit the locker room at the ARC in the morning for a change of clothes. We can move in proper in a couple of days.” The cork came loose with a pop and a delightful, sharp scent emanated from the bottle.
Becker nodded, and handed her a glass to fill. “Right. Honestly, I don’t think any of us really have much in the way of stuff we need to pack and move in. All my furniture stays with the flat, so that’s not a bother.”
“We do have those crates of stuff from my old flat that Lester saved for us.” Abby handed Becker a full glass and took one for herself. “Though honestly, none of it’s critical except for some photos and such.”
Connor took the bottle from Abby, and filled the coffee mug with his share of wine. After a sip, he suddenly grinned big. “Hey, you know? We should have a housewarming party!”
Becker coughed and Abby cocked an eyebrow at him. “Should we?”
“Who were you thinking of inviting to this party?” Becker looked sceptical. Moving into the other room, he sat down gingerly on the sofa, taking his shoes off and propping his injured leg up to give it some rest.
Connor followed, sitting down next to him and drawing Becker’s feet into his lap. “Well, Jess, of course, and…” Connor trailed off, looking a bit confused. “I guess Matt probably wouldn’t be interested, what with minding Emily and all that.”
“And Lester would probably be horrified. Though we might get a decent gift out of the invite, at least.” Becker chuckled.
“Speaking of horrified, I think Jess might be kind of a bad idea anyway,” Abby smiled gently at Becker, and sat on the floor next to him.
“Oh, ouch. Yeah.” Connor grinned sympathetically at Becker, who squirmed uncomfortably. “You know, that reminds me, though. She said something really weird to me this morning just before we left.” Connor began absentmindedly rubbing Becker’s feet with his free hand.
“What’s that?” Becker settled down further into the sofa cushions, enjoying the attention.
“That we should say hello to you for her.”
“Really?” Why would she think…?” Abby frowned. Had Jess figured them out already?
Connor shrugged. “Beats me. I have no idea what goes on in that girl’s head.”
Becker giggled. “I’m not sure she knows, to be honest.”
Abby nudged him. “Hey, now. Be nice. She’s sweet, really. She’s just young. I seem to recall someone else here who was once a bit awkward and nursed a nasty crush.” She looked pointedly at Connor.
“And you see how that turned out!” Becker laughed at her. “Though I hope that doesn’t mean I’m somehow destined to be with Jess.”
“She’d have to get through us, first,” Connor growled comically, and posessively clutched at the foot he was rubbing.
“Hey, you never know. She might like that.” Abby chirped cheekily, and was rewarded by Becker with a gentle cuff against her shoulder. “Oi! Connor, did you see that?” She pouted up at Becker. “Not five minutes of living together, and he’s already beating me! I think I’m going to file a domestic abuse complaint, now.”
“What, to complain that we’re not abusing you enough?” Connor shot back, a devilish gleam in his eye.
“Connor!” Abby suddenly flushed with embarassment and looked away. For a moment, a loaded silence filled the room. Then she finally looked up, locking eyes with each of them in turn. “Maybe?” She barely whispered the word, and then downed a huge gulp of wine.
Connor’s eyes fixed on her, and his mouth hung open in an unasked question. She suddenly felt embarassed. She was used to him looking up to her, and she never let him see her in a moment of weakness. Today, however, her angry bravado had almost got them killed, and they both knew it. So embarassed and guilty was she about it that she couldn’t even meet his eyes after he kissed her.
And now, the idea was out there again: the notion that she wasn’t strong all the time. This vulnerability, this desire to let go sometimes, was something she had always kept to herself, out of necessity; it was too dangerous to risk losing control. She did love it, really. She loved having that power, loved being able to take care of herself, and certainly loved the excited reactions she got from Connor when she was rough with him. But she also longed to give that power up sometimes, too, and to let someone else take the reins. She’d just never felt safe enough to do so.
Becker seemed to be one step ahead of her. Stroking the back of his hand down her cheek, he purred quietly, “Abs, you know neither one of us would ever really hurt you.”
She closed her eyes at the soothing touch. “I know.”
“And I’m not exactly closed minded, as you might have guessed.” He poked gently at the tip of her nose. “Though you can always ask him if you want confirmation of that.”
Abby looked up. It was apparently Connor’s turn to blush. “Oh? Did I miss something?”
Becker grinned. “Didn’t he tell you about the armory?”
“Uh… Yes?” She looked at Connor. He had told her something about it. But apparently not everything. She could, however, guess, familiar as she was with his quirks.
“Well, then. That makes three of us perverts then, hey?” Becker said slyly, polishing off his wine and setting the glass aside.
Abby laughed nervously, still unsure at exactly what this revelation meant. She downed the rest of her own wine, hoping it might steady her.
Becker shifted around and stood up. “I don’t know about you two, but I think I’m going to go inspect the bedroom.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Connor hurriedly drained his mug and bounced up.
Becker reached down to Abby. “Coming?”
She took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet. “I hope so.” She grinned at him.
The last of the day’s light filtering in through the bedroom windows drew ominous shadows on their faces. Becker switched on one of the bedside lamps, which added a little bit more glow.
“I like to see what I’m doing.” He smiled.
“Or is that whom you’re doing?” Connor teased.
Becker chuckled, and reached over to ruffle Connor’s hair. “Something like that.”
Abby smiled at them both. It felt slightly strange to be in this new room—their room, she reminded herself—but she also felt completely at ease. Well, except for her quickening heartbeat.
Becker sat on the edge of the bed and gazed up at them. “Connor,” he said calmly, “I think our darling Abby needs to be naked, don’t you?”
Connor laughed a little in surprise. “Uh! Right. Yes. I completely agree. Rather hard to have our way with her with all these clothes.”
“Good. Hold her still while I make that happen.”
As Connor swiftly caught up her arms behind her back, Abby’s head started spinning. He’d never been like this with her before, and the oddity of it took her off guard. It also caused a sharp thrill to run through her belly. Or maybe that was the way Becker’s fingers danced over her flesh as he began to unbutton her shirt. In a moment, it was out of the way, and he tugged on the front of her cami and thin bra, pushing them down and exposing her.
“There we are. That’s a start.” Becker purred, and reached for her, catching both breasts in his hands.
She gasped in shock, and her eyes fluttered closed. Becker’s touch was always strong and sure, but this time, there was an edge to it—a little more roughness, a little more speed. He squeezed and rubbed at her flesh, now and again tweaking a nipple or scratching his nails across her skin. Growing weak, she sagged back against Connor, who bore her steadily.
“You like that, don’t you?” He whispered in her ear and began biting his way down her neck, still keeping her wrists solidly locked in his grip.
She could only nod and whimper, words slowly leaving her mind as the attention intensified. As they worked at her, they also ditched the rest of her clothes, and soon she was standing between them, entirely naked while they were both still dressed. She felt more exposed, more vulnerable than she ever had been before, and the feeling made her knees weak.
“You look amazing like this,” Connor said quietly, switching her wrists to one hand, and grabbing a firm handful of her arse with the other. “My pretty little Abby, all nice and bare and open. Just ready to be taken.”
She shuddered at the words, shocked that he seemed to be warming so readily to his new role. She was so used to his ready submission to her own control that seeing him turn the tables was mind-bending. In a very, very good way.
Becker, meanwhile, had bent his head to her breasts, and was currently chewing lightly on one nipple while he pinched and tugged the other. His other hand he slid between her legs, groping roughly at the slippery flesh. “Why, Connor,” he said teasingly between suckles and bites, “I do believe our lady is enjoying herself.” He brought his hand up, his fingers coated with her steadily flowing wetness, and smeared it across her lips.
“I’d say so!” Connor agreed, and pulled her head back so he could capture her slickened mouth in a deep kiss.
Becker returned his hand, this time pushing his fingers past her folds, and stroking one fingertip across her clit.
“Ahfuck!” She blurted into Connor’s mouth, and squirmed violently at the touch. Taking the reaction as encouragement, Becker did it again, swirling quick circles around and over the hard little nub. She quaked, thighs shaking, nearly unable to bear the feeling.
“You need more, don’t you?” Connor kneaded her arse, and pressed his denim-covered crotch against her. She nodded furiously. He laughed low in her ear. “Not yet.”
She squealed in frustration—he just laughed again.
“What do you think, Becks?” Connor locked eyes with him. “Would you like some attention from her?”
“I certainly wouldn’t argue,” Becker smiled, and leaned back on the bed, unfastening his trousers and pulling out his swollen cock.
Connor released her wrists. “Suck him,” he ordered, his voice uncharacteristically gruff. “I want to watch him come.”
Flushing at the command, she obeyed. Leaning over and steadying herself with one hand on the bed, she took Becker’s cock in the other, and descended upon it.
Becker groaned, and reached a hand up, grabbing a handful of hair and guiding her. “Good, Abby,” he panted. “So good...”
She relaxed into her task, taking him down her throat, and sucking hard, reveling in the warm hardness as it lay against her tongue and stretched her mouth.
Connor, meanwhile, took advantage of her bent-over position, and shoved two, then three fingers inside her. The shock nearly made her choke at first, but then she recovered, and quickly began backing into the strokes, keening in frustration as she struggled to find a rhythm that would get her off. It didn’t quite work for her, but it worked for Becker: his breathing quickened, and he began the short, sharp barks he made when he was close to coming.
Connor noticed. Abby made a noise of protest when his fingers disappeared, but in just a couple of moments, she was quite happy again, as he entered her in one swift, hard stroke. She cursed brightly around her mouthful, distracted for a moment by the blissful feeling.
“Don’t stop!” Connor growled, smacking her rump and rocking against her. “Keep sucking, baby. Make him come!”
Nearly howling in need, she redoubled her efforts, which shortly paid off. Panting and gasping, Becker tightened his fingers in her hair and his hips began jerking involuntarily. "Fuck her Connor!" He cried desperately. "Fuck her hard!" Connor needed no encouragement; he was already drilling her intently, hips snapping in a frantic rhythm. Just as Becker crested, groaning loudly in his bliss, Connor finally took pity on Abby, and pushed his fingers down to rub rapidly at her aching clit as his cock pounded her, over and over, deep and strong.
As her mouth flooded with Becker’s hot, thick come, the wave hit her. Nearly blindsided with the intensity, she could do little more than swallow and breathe as her body shook with wave after violent wave. Shortly after, Connor cried out himself, his fingers digging into her hip, and the heavy pulses of his cock adding to her own aftershocks.
Just after the last shudders faded, she became lightheaded and dizzy. Disengaging from them, she collapsed bonelessly on top of Becker, trying clumsily to avoid bumping against his injured leg. Connor flopped beside them, draping an arm over their limp forms and leaning up to trade weak, happy kisses with them.
In a little while, the world’s chaotic spinning slowed, and she caught her breath. It still all seemed so dreamlike, though: Being with them like this was something she never would have imagined a year ago. And yet here they were, all together, in their flat, on their bed, and the two of them had just ravaged the daylights out of her. Finally, she realized what the strange feeling was: she was calm. For the first time in years, she was at peace. With the job and life they had, she knew the feeling might not last long, but for this moment, it was everything she needed, all in one perfect place.
“I think,” she said, burrowing her face into Becker’s shoulder and reaching for Connor’s hand, “the house is now officially warm.”
--End--
Characters: Abby/Becker/Connor
Story: Housewarming
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Set during and after 4x05, and references events therein. Mild f-sub kink (consensual). Possible excessive schmoop.
Author's Note: Follows "Caregiver" and references "Inventory"
Summary: A celebration is in order
Housewarming
Becker was bored, Abby figured, given the way he was calling and texting them every hour from the moment he woke up. He was surprisingly not upset when she told him about Emily—he’d mostly guessed it, anyhow. Rather, he was far more annoyed with the state of his entertainment choices for the day: “Have you seen the utter cack they put on daytime telly?” He moaned in his most recent call.
“He needs something to do,” Connor noted, peering at road signs to figure out where they were going. “Our Becks is never happy when he has to stay still.”
Abby thought for a moment. “Y’know, we’re stuck on this road trip to nowhere. Why don’t we have him do some flat shopping for us? I can text him that list of options you were working on.”
“Brilliant!” Connor grinned over at her. “Make it so, number one!”
“Number what?”
“Nevermind. Just… Yeah.” Connor giggled.
***
She was still shaking on the drive back. Whether it was the adrenaline of the day or the argument, or maybe the powerful way Connor had kissed her, she wasn’t sure. Even a shower and a bit of food at the ARC didn’t settle her.
What did help, however, was the flat Becker had found for them.
It was every bit as beautiful as he had made it out to be: Positioned in a corner, on the second level of the building, it had a fantastic view of the lush park nearby. A balcony on the west side was perfectly placed for watching sunsets—a particularly gorgeous one was already painting its way down the sky—and had plenty of space to set up a container garden.
Inside, it was airy and light, decorated in calming, neutral colors, and well kitted-out—including a huge bed in the master suite, Abby noted with a private smile. As Connor puttered around the space with the leasing agent, babbling inconsequential questions, she held back, hovering close to Becker. She wanted him to hold her, to kiss her hello, to finish taking away the stress, but figured the agent would likely get unbearably confused.
As it was, she seemed confused enough. “So, you’ll all be living here then, yes?” Her face was a little tight. “Your… friend said he was staying with you two while he was taking some classes.”
“Classes?” Connor looked back over his shoulder, to meet Becker’s significant stare. “Oh! Right. Classes. Yes. Our friend here. He’s a big student, that one. All about the books.”
Becker raised an eyebrow. Connor coughed and looked away.
“Indeed.” The agent still looked bewildered. “Well, we’ve already run the credit data for you all and it’s checked out, so if you’re interested, I just need a cheque for the first month’s rent and a signature, and it’s yours.” She produced a contract and pen and set them on the kitchen table.
Abby’s heart flipped, and she stared down at the contract. Now that it was really happening, she almost wanted to back out. Sure, she’d lived with Connor before, but that was on her own turf—in her own space. This was entirely different; an equal venture between the three of them. It all seemed so whirlwind—it felt like they’d just barely arrived back in civilization.
Connor lay a reassuring hand on the small of her back and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Are you sure you want this? You can say no.”
Relaxing, she smiled up at him, and then over at Becker, who favored her with a warm smile of his own.
“I’m in,” she said, picking up the pen.
In a few moments, the documents were signed, the agent handed them the keys, and then left.
The minute they were alone, Becker descended on them, catching them both up in an enormous hug and peppering their faces with kisses.
“I’ve been waiting all day to do that,” he finally said.
Abby found she had, too. The steady thump of his heartbeat under his thin T-shirt reminded her that they were home in far more ways than one.
Connor, spying something across the kitchen, suddenly perked up and broke free of the embrace. “Hey, there’s a big gift bag here!” He went over to the corner of the kitchen to retrieve it, and read the tag aloud, “’Welcome to your new Premier Properties home. Please enjoy these gifts with our compliments.’ Supercool!”
“That’s nice. What’s in it?” Abby strolled up behind him and peered over his shoulder.
He pulled things out, sliding them down the counter for the other two to see. “Takeaway menus, a coffee mug, tea samples, pen and paper… oh! Useful!” He chucked a package of toilet roll at Becker and handed a few containers of travel-sized toiletries to Abby.
“Quite useful!” Abby giggled.
“Ooh, now this is tempting!” Connor pulled out a bottle of Beaujolais, an opener and a package of plastic glasses.
“Ah! Very tempting!” Becker began unwrapping the glasses. “Y’know, with all this, I suppose we could stay here tonight, if we wanted.”
“Sure,” Abby said, starting work on opening the bottle. “I don’t see why not. We can hit the locker room at the ARC in the morning for a change of clothes. We can move in proper in a couple of days.” The cork came loose with a pop and a delightful, sharp scent emanated from the bottle.
Becker nodded, and handed her a glass to fill. “Right. Honestly, I don’t think any of us really have much in the way of stuff we need to pack and move in. All my furniture stays with the flat, so that’s not a bother.”
“We do have those crates of stuff from my old flat that Lester saved for us.” Abby handed Becker a full glass and took one for herself. “Though honestly, none of it’s critical except for some photos and such.”
Connor took the bottle from Abby, and filled the coffee mug with his share of wine. After a sip, he suddenly grinned big. “Hey, you know? We should have a housewarming party!”
Becker coughed and Abby cocked an eyebrow at him. “Should we?”
“Who were you thinking of inviting to this party?” Becker looked sceptical. Moving into the other room, he sat down gingerly on the sofa, taking his shoes off and propping his injured leg up to give it some rest.
Connor followed, sitting down next to him and drawing Becker’s feet into his lap. “Well, Jess, of course, and…” Connor trailed off, looking a bit confused. “I guess Matt probably wouldn’t be interested, what with minding Emily and all that.”
“And Lester would probably be horrified. Though we might get a decent gift out of the invite, at least.” Becker chuckled.
“Speaking of horrified, I think Jess might be kind of a bad idea anyway,” Abby smiled gently at Becker, and sat on the floor next to him.
“Oh, ouch. Yeah.” Connor grinned sympathetically at Becker, who squirmed uncomfortably. “You know, that reminds me, though. She said something really weird to me this morning just before we left.” Connor began absentmindedly rubbing Becker’s feet with his free hand.
“What’s that?” Becker settled down further into the sofa cushions, enjoying the attention.
“That we should say hello to you for her.”
“Really?” Why would she think…?” Abby frowned. Had Jess figured them out already?
Connor shrugged. “Beats me. I have no idea what goes on in that girl’s head.”
Becker giggled. “I’m not sure she knows, to be honest.”
Abby nudged him. “Hey, now. Be nice. She’s sweet, really. She’s just young. I seem to recall someone else here who was once a bit awkward and nursed a nasty crush.” She looked pointedly at Connor.
“And you see how that turned out!” Becker laughed at her. “Though I hope that doesn’t mean I’m somehow destined to be with Jess.”
“She’d have to get through us, first,” Connor growled comically, and posessively clutched at the foot he was rubbing.
“Hey, you never know. She might like that.” Abby chirped cheekily, and was rewarded by Becker with a gentle cuff against her shoulder. “Oi! Connor, did you see that?” She pouted up at Becker. “Not five minutes of living together, and he’s already beating me! I think I’m going to file a domestic abuse complaint, now.”
“What, to complain that we’re not abusing you enough?” Connor shot back, a devilish gleam in his eye.
“Connor!” Abby suddenly flushed with embarassment and looked away. For a moment, a loaded silence filled the room. Then she finally looked up, locking eyes with each of them in turn. “Maybe?” She barely whispered the word, and then downed a huge gulp of wine.
Connor’s eyes fixed on her, and his mouth hung open in an unasked question. She suddenly felt embarassed. She was used to him looking up to her, and she never let him see her in a moment of weakness. Today, however, her angry bravado had almost got them killed, and they both knew it. So embarassed and guilty was she about it that she couldn’t even meet his eyes after he kissed her.
And now, the idea was out there again: the notion that she wasn’t strong all the time. This vulnerability, this desire to let go sometimes, was something she had always kept to herself, out of necessity; it was too dangerous to risk losing control. She did love it, really. She loved having that power, loved being able to take care of herself, and certainly loved the excited reactions she got from Connor when she was rough with him. But she also longed to give that power up sometimes, too, and to let someone else take the reins. She’d just never felt safe enough to do so.
Becker seemed to be one step ahead of her. Stroking the back of his hand down her cheek, he purred quietly, “Abs, you know neither one of us would ever really hurt you.”
She closed her eyes at the soothing touch. “I know.”
“And I’m not exactly closed minded, as you might have guessed.” He poked gently at the tip of her nose. “Though you can always ask him if you want confirmation of that.”
Abby looked up. It was apparently Connor’s turn to blush. “Oh? Did I miss something?”
Becker grinned. “Didn’t he tell you about the armory?”
“Uh… Yes?” She looked at Connor. He had told her something about it. But apparently not everything. She could, however, guess, familiar as she was with his quirks.
“Well, then. That makes three of us perverts then, hey?” Becker said slyly, polishing off his wine and setting the glass aside.
Abby laughed nervously, still unsure at exactly what this revelation meant. She downed the rest of her own wine, hoping it might steady her.
Becker shifted around and stood up. “I don’t know about you two, but I think I’m going to go inspect the bedroom.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Connor hurriedly drained his mug and bounced up.
Becker reached down to Abby. “Coming?”
She took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet. “I hope so.” She grinned at him.
The last of the day’s light filtering in through the bedroom windows drew ominous shadows on their faces. Becker switched on one of the bedside lamps, which added a little bit more glow.
“I like to see what I’m doing.” He smiled.
“Or is that whom you’re doing?” Connor teased.
Becker chuckled, and reached over to ruffle Connor’s hair. “Something like that.”
Abby smiled at them both. It felt slightly strange to be in this new room—their room, she reminded herself—but she also felt completely at ease. Well, except for her quickening heartbeat.
Becker sat on the edge of the bed and gazed up at them. “Connor,” he said calmly, “I think our darling Abby needs to be naked, don’t you?”
Connor laughed a little in surprise. “Uh! Right. Yes. I completely agree. Rather hard to have our way with her with all these clothes.”
“Good. Hold her still while I make that happen.”
As Connor swiftly caught up her arms behind her back, Abby’s head started spinning. He’d never been like this with her before, and the oddity of it took her off guard. It also caused a sharp thrill to run through her belly. Or maybe that was the way Becker’s fingers danced over her flesh as he began to unbutton her shirt. In a moment, it was out of the way, and he tugged on the front of her cami and thin bra, pushing them down and exposing her.
“There we are. That’s a start.” Becker purred, and reached for her, catching both breasts in his hands.
She gasped in shock, and her eyes fluttered closed. Becker’s touch was always strong and sure, but this time, there was an edge to it—a little more roughness, a little more speed. He squeezed and rubbed at her flesh, now and again tweaking a nipple or scratching his nails across her skin. Growing weak, she sagged back against Connor, who bore her steadily.
“You like that, don’t you?” He whispered in her ear and began biting his way down her neck, still keeping her wrists solidly locked in his grip.
She could only nod and whimper, words slowly leaving her mind as the attention intensified. As they worked at her, they also ditched the rest of her clothes, and soon she was standing between them, entirely naked while they were both still dressed. She felt more exposed, more vulnerable than she ever had been before, and the feeling made her knees weak.
“You look amazing like this,” Connor said quietly, switching her wrists to one hand, and grabbing a firm handful of her arse with the other. “My pretty little Abby, all nice and bare and open. Just ready to be taken.”
She shuddered at the words, shocked that he seemed to be warming so readily to his new role. She was so used to his ready submission to her own control that seeing him turn the tables was mind-bending. In a very, very good way.
Becker, meanwhile, had bent his head to her breasts, and was currently chewing lightly on one nipple while he pinched and tugged the other. His other hand he slid between her legs, groping roughly at the slippery flesh. “Why, Connor,” he said teasingly between suckles and bites, “I do believe our lady is enjoying herself.” He brought his hand up, his fingers coated with her steadily flowing wetness, and smeared it across her lips.
“I’d say so!” Connor agreed, and pulled her head back so he could capture her slickened mouth in a deep kiss.
Becker returned his hand, this time pushing his fingers past her folds, and stroking one fingertip across her clit.
“Ahfuck!” She blurted into Connor’s mouth, and squirmed violently at the touch. Taking the reaction as encouragement, Becker did it again, swirling quick circles around and over the hard little nub. She quaked, thighs shaking, nearly unable to bear the feeling.
“You need more, don’t you?” Connor kneaded her arse, and pressed his denim-covered crotch against her. She nodded furiously. He laughed low in her ear. “Not yet.”
She squealed in frustration—he just laughed again.
“What do you think, Becks?” Connor locked eyes with him. “Would you like some attention from her?”
“I certainly wouldn’t argue,” Becker smiled, and leaned back on the bed, unfastening his trousers and pulling out his swollen cock.
Connor released her wrists. “Suck him,” he ordered, his voice uncharacteristically gruff. “I want to watch him come.”
Flushing at the command, she obeyed. Leaning over and steadying herself with one hand on the bed, she took Becker’s cock in the other, and descended upon it.
Becker groaned, and reached a hand up, grabbing a handful of hair and guiding her. “Good, Abby,” he panted. “So good...”
She relaxed into her task, taking him down her throat, and sucking hard, reveling in the warm hardness as it lay against her tongue and stretched her mouth.
Connor, meanwhile, took advantage of her bent-over position, and shoved two, then three fingers inside her. The shock nearly made her choke at first, but then she recovered, and quickly began backing into the strokes, keening in frustration as she struggled to find a rhythm that would get her off. It didn’t quite work for her, but it worked for Becker: his breathing quickened, and he began the short, sharp barks he made when he was close to coming.
Connor noticed. Abby made a noise of protest when his fingers disappeared, but in just a couple of moments, she was quite happy again, as he entered her in one swift, hard stroke. She cursed brightly around her mouthful, distracted for a moment by the blissful feeling.
“Don’t stop!” Connor growled, smacking her rump and rocking against her. “Keep sucking, baby. Make him come!”
Nearly howling in need, she redoubled her efforts, which shortly paid off. Panting and gasping, Becker tightened his fingers in her hair and his hips began jerking involuntarily. "Fuck her Connor!" He cried desperately. "Fuck her hard!" Connor needed no encouragement; he was already drilling her intently, hips snapping in a frantic rhythm. Just as Becker crested, groaning loudly in his bliss, Connor finally took pity on Abby, and pushed his fingers down to rub rapidly at her aching clit as his cock pounded her, over and over, deep and strong.
As her mouth flooded with Becker’s hot, thick come, the wave hit her. Nearly blindsided with the intensity, she could do little more than swallow and breathe as her body shook with wave after violent wave. Shortly after, Connor cried out himself, his fingers digging into her hip, and the heavy pulses of his cock adding to her own aftershocks.
Just after the last shudders faded, she became lightheaded and dizzy. Disengaging from them, she collapsed bonelessly on top of Becker, trying clumsily to avoid bumping against his injured leg. Connor flopped beside them, draping an arm over their limp forms and leaning up to trade weak, happy kisses with them.
In a little while, the world’s chaotic spinning slowed, and she caught her breath. It still all seemed so dreamlike, though: Being with them like this was something she never would have imagined a year ago. And yet here they were, all together, in their flat, on their bed, and the two of them had just ravaged the daylights out of her. Finally, she realized what the strange feeling was: she was calm. For the first time in years, she was at peace. With the job and life they had, she knew the feeling might not last long, but for this moment, it was everything she needed, all in one perfect place.
“I think,” she said, burrowing her face into Becker’s shoulder and reaching for Connor’s hand, “the house is now officially warm.”
--End--