Chapter 279: We’ve only just Begun *

Anna’s low laugh vibrated against his ribs. "Of course he is. We haven’t finished welcoming him home yet."

She pushed herself up onto one elbow, the movement graceful despite the residual flush still staining her cheeks and throat. Her golden eyes caught the low light, molten and intent. "We’ve only just begun."

Silas reached up, cupping the back of Anna’s neck, and drew her down for a deep, lingering kiss that tasted of himself and the salt of her earlier pleasure. She opened for him without hesitation, tongue sliding against his, soft and claiming. When they parted, she bit his lower lip lightly, then sat up fully, straddling his thighs.

Chloe watched with heavy-lidded interest as Anna peeled her own remaining clothes away-blouse first, then the soft pants- until she was bare and glowing in the dimness. Her body was lean and strong from years of fieldwork and infirmary work, breasts high and full, the soft curve of her stomach and the neat thatch of hair between her thighs already glistening again.

Chloe stirred, pushing herself upright as well. She stripped with less ceremony, tossing fabric aside until she was naked too- slender, pale, the marks of Silas’s mouth still blooming faintly across her collarbone and the inner slopes of her breasts.

She crawled closer on her knees, leaned in, and kissed Anna. The two women met with easy familiarity, mouths slow and deep, hands sliding over each other’s skin. Silas watched, pulse thickening, cock filling steadily against Anna’s thigh as the sight of them together- Chloe’s white hair against Anna’s darker strands, their soft moans shared between kisses- stoked the banked heat in his gut.

Anna broke the kiss first and looked down at him. "On the bed," she said quietly. "I want you properly this time."

They rose together, a tangle of limbs and soft laughter, and moved deeper into the suite. The bed was vast, the covers already turned down, the mattress firm beneath the weight of three bodies as they tumbled onto it. Silas landed on his back.

Anna straddled him immediately, reaching down to guide his now-rigid cock against her entrance. She was soaked, the head of him sliding easily through her folds. She held his gaze as she sank, inch by deliberate inch, until he was buried to the root inside her. The wet heat of her clenched around him in a slow, rhythmic pulse that drew a low groan from his throat.

Chloe settled beside them on her knees, one hand stroking Silas’s pink hair back from his forehead, the other sliding down Anna’s spine.

"Ride him," she whispered against Anna’s ear. "Show him how much you missed him."

Anna began to move- slow at first, rising until only the head of him remained inside her, then sinking again with a soft, wet sound. Her hips rolled in a practiced, sensual rhythm, the muscles of her thighs flexing.

Every downward stroke dragged her clit against the base of his cock; every upward pull made her walls flutter. Silas’s hands settled on her hips, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above the bone, guiding without forcing. He thrust up to meet her on the next descent, and the sudden deeper pressure wrenched a sharp gasp from her lips.

Chloe leaned in and took one of Anna’s breasts into her mouth, tongue circling the tight peak, teeth grazing lightly. Anna’s head fell back, golden eyes fluttering shut. "Chloe- god-"

Silas watched the two of them, the way Chloe’s mouth worked, the way Anna’s body tightened around him in response. He reached up and threaded his fingers through Chloe’s hair, tugging gently until she lifted her head and kissed him instead- messy, open-mouthed, tasting of Anna’s skin. The dual sensations- Anna’s tight heat sliding up and down his cock, Chloe’s tongue in his mouth- threatened to unravel him too quickly. He forced himself to slow, to savor.

Anna’s rhythm grew more urgent. She braced her hands on his chest and rode him harder, the soft slap of skin against skin filling the quiet room. Her breath came in short, broken pants.

"Silas... I need... harder..."

He sat up in a smooth motion, arms wrapping around her waist, and flipped them without pulling free. Anna landed on her back with a soft oof of surprise that melted into a moan as he drove into her in a deep, steady stroke.

He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her wider, and set a relentless pace- long, powerful thrusts that made the bedframe creak softly. Chloe crawled closer, straddling Anna’s face in reverse, lowering herself until Anna’s mouth could reach her.

The golden-eyed woman didn’t hesitate; her tongue slid through Chloe’s folds, licking and sucking with the same focused intensity she had used on Silas earlier.

Chloe’s head dropped forward, white hair cascading around her face as she braced herself on Anna’s thighs.

"Yes- just like that-" Her hips rocked against Anna’s mouth while Silas fucked into Anna below, the three of them locked in a tight, desperate circuit of pleasure. Every thrust of

Silas’s hips pushed Anna’s tongue deeper into Chloe; every moan Chloe made vibrated through Anna’s body and clenched her around Silas’s cock.

The pressure built fast. Silas could feel Anna starting to flutter around him, the telltale tightening that meant she was close. He reached between their bodies and found her clit with his thumb, circling in firm, steady strokes timed to his thrusts.

Anna’s muffled cry against Chloe’s cunt was the only warning before she shattered- back arching, walls pulsing hard around him, thighs trembling. The rhythmic squeeze almost pulled him over with her, but he gritted his teeth and held on, riding her through the waves until she went soft and boneless beneath him.

Chloe was still grinding against Anna’s mouth, chasing her own release. Silas pulled free of Anna’s heat with a wet sound, the sudden loss drawing a soft whimper from her. He moved behind Chloe, hands settling on her hips, and guided his slick cock to her entrance from behind.

She was dripping, ready, and he sank into her in one smooth thrust. Chloe’s cry was sharp and broken. Anna, still recovering, reached up and stroked Chloe’s clit with two fingers while Silas fucked her, the dual stimulation tipping her over the edge almost immediately. She came hard, clenching around him in tight, rhythmic pulses, her forehead dropping to Anna’s stomach as the orgasm rolled through her.

Silas held still inside her until the aftershocks faded, then slowly withdrew. Both women were flushed and panting, limbs heavy with spent pleasure. He lay down between them again, gathering them close. For a time they simply breathed together, the frantic hunger of the first round easing into something deeper, slower.

Anna was the first to recover enough to speak. She propped herself on one elbow and looked down at him, golden eyes soft.

"We thought we might lose you out there," she said quietly. "When the void closed and the signal cut out... Chloe and I sat in the infirmary for hours. Waiting."

Chloe’s hand found his, fingers lacing tightly. "I kept thinking about the last time we were like this. Before the mission. I didn’t want that to be the last time."

Silas turned his head and kissed each of them in turn- slow, deliberate presses of lips that carried more weight than the earlier desperate hunger.

"I’m here," he said. "I’m not going anywhere."

The words seemed to settle something in the air. Anna leaned down and kissed him again, softer this time, then trailed her mouth lower- along his jaw, down the column of his throat, across his chest. Chloe mirrored her on the other side.

Their hands stroked over his skin, relearning the planes of muscle, the small scars from old contracts, the places that made his breath catch. When their mouths reached his cock- already half-hard again from the lingering heat of their bodies- they shared him between them. Anna licked a long stripe up the underside while Chloe took the head into her mouth, tongues brushing occasionally as they worked him back to full hardness with slow, loving attention.

Silas’s hands settled in their hair, not guiding, just holding. The dual wet heat, the soft sounds they made, the way they occasionally paused to kiss each other with his cock between them- it was almost too much.

When he was fully hard again, Anna rose and straddled him once more, this time facing away so Chloe could watch. She sank onto him with a soft, satisfied sigh, then leaned forward, presenting herself to Chloe.

Chloe moved in immediately, mouth finding the place where Silas’s cock stretched Anna open, tongue sliding over the base of him and up to Anna’s clit. The dual sensation made Anna shudder and clench.

They moved together in a slow, deep rhythm. Anna rose and fell on Silas’s cock while Chloe’s tongue worked between them. The pace was unhurried now- less frantic reclaiming, more a reaffirmation.

Silas’s hands stroked up and down Anna’s back, feeling the play of muscle beneath soft skin. When Anna’s breathing grew ragged again, Chloe reached up and pinched one of her nipples, rolling it between her fingers. Anna came with a low, drawn-out moan, pulsing around Silas in long, slow waves.

Chloe took her place next, climbing onto him facing forward this time.

She sank with a soft gasp, already sensitive from earlier, and began to rock. Anna knelt beside them and kissed Chloe deeply while her hand slid between their bodies to stroke

Chloe’s clit in time with the slow rise and fall of her hips. Silas thrust up to meet her, the angle letting him grind against the front wall of her with every stroke. Chloe’s orgasm built more gradually this time, a rolling wave rather than a sharp break. When it crested, she buried her face in Anna’s neck and cried out softly, body tightening around him in rhythmic pulses.

Silas was close himself by then, the repeated tight heat of both women pushing him toward the edge. He sat up, wrapped an arm around Chloe’s waist, and rolled them so she was beneath him. Anna stretched out beside them, one leg draped over his, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as he thrust into Chloe in deep, steady strokes.

Chloe’s legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper. The wet sound of their joining filled the quiet room. Anna’s hand slid down to cup his balls, gently rolling them, and the extra stimulation tipped him over.

He came with a low, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and spilling deep inside Chloe in long, pulsing jets. Chloe held him through it, arms locked around his shoulders, whispering soft encouragement against his ear.

When the last aftershock faded, he collapsed carefully onto his side, bringing Chloe with him so they stayed joined for a moment longer. Anna curled against his back, one arm draped over both of them, her lips pressed to the nape of his neck.