Part of this story, though not meant to be a direct follow up.
Warnings: SMUT, wlw focused (but not exclusive), polyamory, female reader, sweet but filthy, not proofread, 1.7k words
MDNI or there will be consequences
Soft moans fill the quiet air of Jacks bedroom, as the morning light shines through the window.
Robby, trying to make the most of his rare day off by getting an early start, had left you and Samira a short while ago to get breakfast from your shared favorite diner, so that the four of you could have breakfast together once Jack gets back from night shift.
He left you and Samira to sleep in a bit more, considerate of the fact that you rarely get the opportunity to. (Even though he didn't either.)
Of course his massive frame shifting out of bed had roused the two of you anyway, but any offer to go pick up breakfast instead of him, or at least go with him was quickly shut down.
Secretly you were glad for it. Even if you wouldn't fall back asleep again you'd be content to cozy up with Samira a little while longer.
Any chance you got you'd always tell her she looks angelic in the morning, at which, like clockwork, she'd give an embarrassed whine and hide her face in the crook of your neck.
This morning however Samira seems intent on teasing you back, trailing soft open mouthed kisses from her place in your neck down towards your chest, tugging the blanket down as she goes.
When she hears the first soft moans fall from your mouth she wraps her mouth around one of your nipples, sucking and gently biting, and snakes her hand in between your legs.
Feeling the wetness there she lets go of your nipple with a pop, giving a sly grin up at you.
"Wet already?", she asks teasingly. "...Or still wet? Robby did do a number on you last night."
"If I recall correctly", moving your own hand down between your bodies to her heat you grin at the hitch in her breath and the wetness coating your fingers, "he did a number on both of us."
Samira's face turns almost bashful for a second as she reminisces, "Yeah, he's always good too us."
Smiling fondly, you softly tangle your other hand in her hair to guide her mouth back to yours, sighing into her, "Mhm, so good."
"Though", gently rolling her onto her back using your legs and the hand cradling her head, you grin, "Not as good as I'm about to be to you."
You cut off the smart reply on the tip of her tongue with a deep kiss, grinning into it at the way Samira practically melts under your body and lets your tongue explore her mouth.
When you pull back from the kiss there's a thin line of spit connecting the two of you. You use two fingers to break it off and then gently push them into her open mouth, cooing at the way her lips automatically close around your digits.
Removing your fingers again you trail kisses down her body, just like she'd done to you before, though an impatient whine from Samira makes you move quickly, only stopping to leave a mark or two on her breasts.
Once you reach her navel you shuffle down as much as you can, kicking the blanket off the bed in the process, which leaves you face to face with her glistening cunt. The tops of her inner thighs are already shining with wetness, which you immediately being to kiss away.
You adore this.
While you love sex with Robby, sex with Jack - hell sex with all four of you together, there's just something special about it just being Samira and you. Something about the softness of it all and the way your bodies respond to each other is purely addicting.
Another impatient whine from above draws your attention back to the present.
Deciding to pay Samira back for her earlier teasing you ask, "What is it love?", at which her hips buck up to your face and a breathless "Please" leaves her lips.
You coo softly in response and kiss around her mound and thighs, anywhere but where she needs it. "Please what?"
A hand twists gently into your hair and guides your head down. "Please make me cum."
Her words go straight to your own core and you're left unable to deny her.
Licking a broad stripe up her cunt and grinning at the high pitched moan that leaves her mouth in response, you immediately slide two fingers into her heat.
You know she can take it. Your fingers are nothing compared to Robby's and she'd taken three of those last night.
It only takes a few minutes of you eating her out and massaging her walls in just the way you know she likes before Samira's a babbling shaking mess above you - completely oblivious to the sound of twin footsteps approaching and the sound of the bedroom door opening.
A graze of your teeth across her clit sends her of the edge and she shatters in your arms.
You detach from her cunt when the hand in your hair starts pushing you away instead of pulling you close and move to leave kisses over her hips and thighs instead, only stopping when a deep chuckle sounds out from behind you.
Samira's too fucked out to startle, only briefly opening her eyes to confirm it's Robby and Jack before closing them again, still panting.
Turning so you're sitting between Samira's legs with your back to her you're faced with Robby and Jack. The former couches down to push a bit of hair behind your ears with one hand and using the other to gently stroke Samira's shaking leg.
"Well I brought breakfast", Robby begins, eyes dark but teasing, "but I think you've had yours already, hm?"
He uses his thumb to collect a bit of Samira's wetness from your chin and pushes it back into your mouth.
Your cheeks grow warm and you move to kiss him to escape his intense gaze, when he halts you by firmly grabbing your jaw.
"Ahah", he tuts, "why don't you be good and give Jack a taste, hm? I know he wants to."
Nodding mutely you stand and walk over to Jack, who looks just about ready to devour you, pupils wide and breathing elevated, and slide your arms around his waist, mumbling a shy, "Morning Jack" in greeting.
One of his arms wraps around your waist and the other moves to cradle your face.
"Morning sweetheart", he answers, swiping his thumb over your glistening lips. "You been taking care of my girl for me?"
You catch his thumb between your teeth in response, giving a gentle warning bite. "Our girl", you correct, at which he grins, kissing you deeply.
