Yes, Boss 2💦

CHLOE

Maya kissed me deeper, swallowing the shaky sound I made. Her fingers kept rolling my nipple, pinching just hard enough to make my hips twitch. Jordan’s hand pressed more firmly between my legs, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over my pants. The friction was already too much and not enough at the same time.

“Wait—” I tried again, but my voice came out weak and breathless. “I’ve never… I don’t know how to do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Jordan murmured against my jaw. “Just let us.”

Maya tugged my shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. Cool air hit my skin. I crossed my arms over my chest on instinct, suddenly shy, but she gently pulled them away.

“Don’t hide,” she said softly. “You’re allowed to be looked at.”

Jordan reached behind me and unclasped my bra with one hand. The straps slid down my arms. I shivered hard when the air touched my bare breasts. My nipples were already tight and dark from Maya’s fingers.

Both of them looked at me.

I felt exposed in a way that made my stomach flip. Part of me wanted to cover myself again. Another part of me — the part that was already soaking through my underwear — stayed still.

Maya leaned down and took my nipple into her mouth.

“Ah—!” The sound left me before I could stop it. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive tip, then she sucked gently. My back arched off the couch. Jordan watched for a second before lowering his head to my other breast, mirroring her.

Two mouths on me at once. Wet heat. Soft suction. The occasional scrape of teeth. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I just gripped the couch cushions like I might fall off.

“Oh my god… oh my god…” I kept whispering it like a broken prayer. My thighs pressed together around Jordan’s hand. He rubbed harder in response, finding the exact spot that made my breath hitch.

Maya pulled off my nipple with a wet sound. “You’re already shaking.”

“I can’t help it,” I gasped. “It feels— it feels too much.”

Jordan kissed lower, down my stomach. Maya shifted so she could keep playing with my breasts while he unbuttoned my pants. I lifted my hips without thinking, still half-shocked that I was allowing any of this. He pulled my pants and underwear down together in one motion and tossed them aside.

I was completely naked between my two best friends.

The cool air against my wet pussy made me whimper. I tried to close my legs, but Jordan gently pushed them apart again.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough. “So wet already and we’ve barely touched you.”

My face burned. I turned my head away, but Maya caught my chin and made me look at her.

“No hiding,” she whispered, then kissed me again while Jordan settled between my thighs.

The first lick made me cry out into Maya’s mouth.

His tongue was hot and slow, dragging from my entrance all the way up to my clit. My hips jerked hard. Maya held me down with one hand on my stomach while she kept kissing me and pinching my nipple.

Jordan licked me like he had all night. Long, flat strokes. Then focused circles around my clit that made my thighs tremble. I had never felt anything like it. The one time I’d had sex, there had been no mouth involved. No slow attention. Just awkward thrusting and discomfort.

This was nothing like that.

“Jordan— fuck—” I moaned, the word breaking. My hand flew down and tangled in his hair without permission. He groaned against me like he liked it and sucked my clit between his lips.

My back arched. A sharp, high sound left my throat. Maya swallowed it with another kiss, then moved her mouth back to my breast, sucking hard enough to make me squirm.

I could feel myself getting closer to something I had only ever felt alone, late at night, with my own hand. But this was stronger. Wetter. More overwhelming.

Jordan slid one finger inside me while he kept licking. I was so wet it went in easily, but the stretch still made me gasp.

“Tight,” he muttered against my pussy. “Jesus.”

He added a second finger slowly, curling them upward. The pressure hit a spot that made my vision blur for a second. My mouth fell open. Maya took the opportunity to kiss me deeper, her tongue sliding against mine while she tugged on my nipple.

I was moaning constantly now — soft, broken, surprised sounds I didn’t recognize as my own.

Jordan kept working his fingers in and out while his tongue focused on my clit. The dual sensation was too much. My legs started shaking harder. My stomach tightened.

“I think— I think I’m gonna—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“Come,” Maya whispered against my lips. “It’s okay. Let it happen.”

Jordan sucked my clit harder and curled his fingers at the same time. The orgasm hit me like a wave I wasn’t ready for. My whole body locked up. A loud, shaky cry tore out of me as I came on his tongue, pulsing around his fingers, thighs clamped around his head. It went on longer than I expected — wave after wave until I was whimpering and trying to twist away from the intensity.

He didn’t stop until I was trembling and oversensitive.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth and chin were shiny. He looked up at me with dark eyes.

Maya kissed my forehead. “First real orgasm with other people. How does it feel?”

I couldn’t answer. I was still trying to remember how to breathe.

Jordan moved up my body and kissed me. I tasted myself on his tongue — strange and intimate. Maya shifted, pulling her own shirt off, then her bra. Her breasts were fuller than mine. I stared without meaning to.

She took my hand and placed it on one of them. “You can touch,” she said softly.

I did. Tentatively at first. Her skin was warm. When I brushed her nipple, she made a small sound of approval. Jordan was watching us while he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. His cock sprang free — thicker and longer than the only one I had seen before. My stomach flipped with nerves.

Maya noticed me staring. “He’s going to be careful,” she promised. “We both are.”

Jordan stroked himself slowly while looking at me. “You still want this?”

I hesitated. My body was still buzzing from the orgasm. My mind was a mess of shock and want. Finally I nodded, small and uncertain.

“Words,” he said gently.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I want to try.”

Maya smiled and kissed me again. Then she moved so she was straddling my face the other way, lowering her pussy toward my mouth.

“Lick,” she said softly. “Just like he did to you.”

I had never done this before. The scent of her hit me first — warm and musky. I stuck my tongue out tentatively and dragged it through her folds. She moaned above me, a low, pleased sound that made my own pussy clench again.

“That’s it… just like that.”

While I learned how to lick her, Jordan settled between my legs again. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance. I tensed immediately.

“Breathe,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

He pushed in slowly. The stretch burned more than I expected. I made a pained little sound against Maya’s pussy. She lifted up slightly so I could speak.

“It hurts a little,” I admitted, voice small.

“I know.” Jordan stopped moving, only halfway inside. His hand rubbed my clit in slow circles, trying to ease the tension. “You’re doing so good. Just breathe for me.”

Maya leaned down and kissed me upside down, distracted and messy. The angle was strange but comforting. After a minute the burn faded into a heavy fullness. Jordan pushed the rest of the way in with a low groan.

“Fuck… you’re tight.”

He started moving in slow, careful thrusts. Every time he bottomed out I made a soft sound. Maya lowered herself back onto my mouth and I returned to licking her, more confidently now. The taste of her, the weight of her, the way she rocked against my tongue while Jordan fucked me slowly — it was overwhelming in the best and scariest way.

Jordan’s pace gradually increased. The wet sounds of him moving in and out of me filled the room. Maya started grinding harder on my face, her moans getting higher. I kept my tongue on her clit the way Jordan had done to me earlier. She came first, thighs trembling around my head, a broken “fuck—” leaving her mouth as she pulsed against my tongue.

The moment she came, Jordan started thrusting harder. The careful pace disappeared. He gripped my hips and fucked me with deep, steady strokes that made my breasts bounce. I was moaning openly now, no longer trying to hold the sounds back.

“You feel so good,” he gritted out. “Taking it so well for your second time.”

Maya moved off my face and leaned down to suck on my nipples again while Jordan kept going. The dual sensation sent me racing toward another orgasm. I didn’t think I could come again so soon, but the pressure built fast and sharp.

“I’m— I’m gonna come again—” I warned, voice high and panicked.

“Do it,” Jordan said. “Come on my cock.”

He rubbed my clit with his thumb while he thrust deep. I shattered with a loud cry, pulsing hard around him. My second orgasm was even stronger than the first. My vision went white for a second. I felt myself gush around his cock, wetter than I thought possible.

Jordan cursed and pulled out suddenly. He stroked himself twice and came across my stomach and the tops of my thighs in thick ropes, marking me. Maya watched with dark eyes, then leaned down and dragged her fingers through the mess, spreading it over my skin.

We all stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard.

I stared at the ceiling, completely wrecked, body still twitching with aftershocks. My mind was quiet for the first time all day. No thoughts about rent. No thoughts about the promotion. Just the heavy, satisfied ache between my legs and the warmth of my two best friends on either side of me.

Maya brushed damp hair out of my face. “Still think you don’t like sex?”

I let out a weak, disbelieving laugh. “I… might have been wrong.”

Jordan kissed my shoulder. “Good.”

I closed my eyes. Tomorrow I still had to face Mr. Grant. Tomorrow I still had to decide if I was going to walk into his office at eight and accept his offer.

But right now, for the first time in a long time, my body didn’t feel like something I needed to protect or ignore.

It just felt used. And warm. And very, very awake.