YEARN FOR YOU

Residual heat

Freddy had barely closed the door behind him when Jane stepped into the hallway, silk robe loosely tied.

“Not so fast,” she said, a slow smile curling her lips. “A threesome always puts me in the right mood…”

Freddy looked at her for a second, then nodded once.

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. Jane opened it to her friend Gina, who stood there in a short black dress and nothing underneath. Jane kissed her at the door, slow and open-mouthed, while Freddy watched from the living room. The two women didn’t make it far before clothes started coming off.

Jane pushed Gina down onto the large sofa, spread her thighs, and buried her face between them without hesitation. Her tongue worked over Gina’s c**t in firm, wet strokes, lips sealing around it as she sucked. Gina’s hips jerked. She grabbed Jane’s hair and held her there, breathing hard.

Freddy stripped and stepped behind Jane. He yanked her robe open, shoved her knees farther apart, and lined himself up. One hard thrust buried him to the hilt inside her. Jane moaned into Gina’s cunt, the sound vibrating against the other woman’s wet flesh.

He set a rough pace immediately—deep, steady strokes that made Jane’s body rock forward into Gina. Every time he drove in, Jane’s mouth pressed harder, tongue pushing deeper. Gina’s thighs clamped around Jane’s head. She cursed under her breath, hips rolling up to grind against Jane’s face.

Freddy gripped Jane’s hips hard enough to leave marks and f****d her harder. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Jane’s p***y clenched around him each time he bottomed out. She kept eating Gina through it, licking and sucking like she couldn’t get enough of the taste, saliva and arousal mixing on her chin.

Gina’s voice broke. “f**k—Jane—right there—”

Jane didn’t ease up. She sealed her mouth over Gina’s c**t and sucked in rhythm with Freddy’s thrusts. Gina came first, thighs shaking, a sharp cry tearing out of her as she soaked Jane’s mouth.

Freddy didn’t stop. He reached forward, tangled a hand in Jane’s hair, and pulled her head back just enough so he could watch her face while he kept pounding into her. Jane’s eyes were glassy, lips shiny. She pushed back against every thrust, meeting him roughly.

He leaned over her, still buried deep, and spoke against her ear. “You’re going to come on my c**k while you clean her up.”

Jane’s answer was a broken moan. She dropped her mouth back onto Gina’s sensitive cunt and licked slower, messier, while Freddy drove into her without mercy. The dual sensation—his thick length stretching her, Gina’s taste on her tongue—pushed her over. Her orgasm hit hard. Her p***y locked down around him in tight, pulsing waves. She cried out against Gina, body trembling as Freddy kept f*****g her through it.

Only when the last tremor faded did he pull out. Jane collapsed forward between Gina’s legs, breathing hard. Gina stroked her hair, still flushed and open.

Freddy looked down at both of them, c**k still hard and slick, and waited.

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The apartment was quiet once the door clicked shut behind Jane and Gina. Freddy stood in the middle of the living room, still half-dressed, the scent of s*x and perfume lingering in the air. He poured himself a glass of water, drank it in one go, and was heading for the shower when his phone rang.

The name on the screen made his expression harden.

He answered.

“What.”

His little brother’s voice came through, quieter than usual. “I’m coming back next week.”

Freddy’s grip tightened on the phone. “No. You’re not.”

“I already bought the ticket.”

“Cancel it.”

“I just miss home, Freddy. That’s all.”

“This is not your home anymore,” Freddy said coldly. “Stay where you are. I don’t want you in this country. End of discussion.”

A short, frustrated sigh. “You still think you can control everything, don’t you?”

“I’m not asking. I’m telling you. Don’t come back.”

“I’m coming, Freddy. Whether you like it or not.”

Freddy ended the call without another word. He stared at the dark screen for a moment, jaw clenched, then tossed the phone onto the couch. The glass in his hand cracked under the pressure of his fingers.

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Saturday morning. No office. No meetings. Just silence.

Lizzy sat cross-legged on her couch in an oversized T-shirt, hair still damp from the shower, scrolling aimlessly when the knock came.

She opened the door.

Cherry stood there with two iced coffees and a wide grin. “Surprise. I was bored.”

Lizzy laughed and stepped aside. “You’re lucky I’m not still in bed.”

They spent the day the way they always did—legs tucked under them on the couch, music low, talking about everything and nothing. Work. Random men. The ones who disappeared and the ones who should have stayed gone.

Cherry stretched, sipping the last of her coffee. “Okay, real talk. What’s your favorite position?”

Lizzy raised a brow. “Random.”

“Come on. We’re adults. Spill.”

Lizzy hesitated, then smirked. “Doggy.”

Cherry’s eyes lit up. “Same. There’s just something about being bent over and taken like that… no face to look at, just pure f*****g. And the way they grab your waist—”

Lizzy felt heat crawl up her neck. She tried not to think about a certain pair of hands. “Yeah. Exactly.”

Cherry was still talking, laughing, when her phone buzzed on the table between them.

She glanced at the screen.

The smile on her face vanished.

Lizzy noticed immediately. “What’s wrong?”

Cherry didn’t answer. She just stared at the message, face pale.

Lizzy leaned forward. “Cherry?”

Cherry locked the phone and stood up too fast. “I… I have to go.”

“What? You just got here.”

“I’ll call you later, okay?” Cherry was already grabbing her bag, voice tight. “Don’t open the door for anyone else today.”

Lizzy stood. “Cherry, what the hell is going on?”

But Cherry was already at the door. She paused for half a second, looked back at Lizzy with something that looked almost like guilt, then left without another word.

The door shut.

Lizzy stood alone in the sudden quiet, heart beating faster than it should.

On the table, Cherry’s phone buzzed one more time.

The screen lit up.

A single preview flashed before the phone went dark again:

**Ken: Tell my little bride that I’m not done yet.**