Everything is Better Now

Chapter 16

I woke up to someone kissing me. One might argue it’s one of the best ways to wake up. Soft lips kissing my back over and over again. The light from the window nearest to Johanna’s bed shined over me, gently warming the sheets.
“Finally awake, love?” Johanna whispers into my ear, the kisses continue. I never reply, though. My head was buried in her neck. “Are you feeling better?”
“It’s too early to talk about feelings.”
“Darling, last night you were begging me to touch you so that you didn’t have to think.”
“I’d say it was more than just touching. She was begging you to fuck her. Then she had the whole, ‘I can't do it, I can't do it’ thing and you really went to town. I didn’t expect her to be a one and done kind of girl, but it was worth it.” Laura said.
She was lying on the opposite side of me.
“Language, Laura.” Johana spoke.
“Carter doesn’t mind, do you Carter?” She asks, her hands beginning to wander. She moved over the swell of my ass caressing until she reached my lower back. A shiver ran through me as her hands explored.
“N-no, I don't think so.”
“Hmm,” She hummed deep in her throat. “Good girl.” She leaned in to kiss me, pausing slightly, making me close the distance. Though our first kiss was last night, this is the one I’ll hold to my memory. However before she could take it any further Johanna cleared her throat.
“Before this can go anywhere, we need to get up. I have errands.” She sat up and out of bed. Her ass shook as she walked away towards the restroom.
“That leaves us alone.” Her hands held onto me tighter. Anxiety wedged its way deep into my chest. I want
“A-actually, I’m going to start working on breakfast. I think I might be hungry.”
“You think you're hungry?” The words formed slowly in her mouth. I retreat from the bed while turning to face her.
“Yes?” I hurry scurrying out of the room.
--
“She is worried you do not like her dear.” Joanna says as she enters the kitchen. She makes her way to me, leaning on the island.
“She?” I ask. I already know the answer but the anxiety is still there.
“Carter,” She warns.
“I told her that it is early. I told her to date you. She cannot expect you to automatically open your legs barely a day after a dinner date with you.” She thinks to herself for a moment. “Although you did let her see you cry and cum last night.”
“Joey!” I exclaim.
“Well dear I am not wrong. But I do understand. You were in a fragile place last night.” She pauses. “Are you feeling okay?”
My hands stop chopping. “I was just anxious, but it won’t happen again. I’ll be okay.” I lied. I just couldn’t have her look at me like they did. I can’t stand the disappointment.
“When you’re ready I want you to talk to me.” I nod quickly before I resume. “I want you to relax here today with Laura, I told her to make you comfortable, and for the two of you to order lunch.” She stood behind me running her hands up my sides.
“No, I want to come with you! I just wanted breakfast.” I try to turn in her hands only for her to force me back to my original position. Anticipation settled deep in my belly. Her hands caused the hem of my shirt to rise, with only underwear on below the shirt a chill caused me to shudder.
“Please?” I plead. The disappointment is heavy in her voice.
“You cannot come this time dear. But next time we will do something fun. Yes?” I nod reluctantly.
“Do you want your breakfast?” I ask her.
“I would love it darling. Did you make any for Laura?”
“Yes ma’am,” I replied.
“Good girl” She smiles, turning me into a kiss.
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I spent the first few hours avoiding Laura. I tried being in different rooms, opposite sides of rooms and separate pieces of furniture. Nothing worked, she always found me. We’re sitting watching some stupid movie she picked.
“You okay?” She asks,
“Yes?”
“You just keep sighing. It’s pretty loud too.” She says a soft chuckle rising from her chest.
“Sorry” I curl my feet further under me. Shrinking further into the couch.
“You don’t like the movie?” She continues.
“I don’t really know what it’s about. It doesn’t make much sense.”
She pauses, turning her head towards me. “Its transformers,” She says as she turns towards me.
“Yes, but why would the car be alive, and why is the ‘Holes’ kid with the girl that looks way too old for him.”
“It’s just movie magic I guess.” I can see her smiling at me from the other side of the sofa. She’s sitting straighter, moving from sitting on her feet. “Would you mind getting me some water?”
“You can’t get it yourself? I just got comfortable.” I whine.
“Would you say that to Joanna?” She retorts. I laugh, the consequences of that would be nearly insurmountable.
“God no, I would die. She would kill me.” I finally turned towards her. Instead of the smile I would expect to see there's a scowl. My laugh fades and my breath catches.
“Water.” She says again. I’m up and out of my seat before she can repeat herself again. If I’d have known she’d grow an authoritative bone, I would’ve gotten it the first time. Now I feel like I’ve messed up. I don’t think I've ever seen her that serious. To be honest, it makes me feel some kind of way.
“Here you go.” I set it on the side table while walking back to my spot.
“Actually Carter,” She grabs my hand stopping me. “Why don’t you sit with me? Joanna left you here to bond, right?” The water feels like a trap now.
“I-i uhm, well.” I stutter and pause.
“Sit here until you figure out how to feel about it.” She pulls me down nearly on top of her, my leg resting on hers. I attempt moving it to my own space but her hand stops me.
“Bonding, remember?” Her hand rests on the inside of my naked knee. I never changed out of the big sleepshirt. Mistake number 1. She sits calmly watching the movie as if my legs aren’t spread for her. As if she doesn’t know what she’s doing. The movie progresses but it still doesn’t make any sense.
“You’re sighing again.” She says, eyes remaining on the movie.
“I’m so confused. This makes no sense.” I mumble. “I think I’m getting a headache.”
“How about this,” she removes her hand, “stand up.” Not wanting to relive the disappointment I immediately move to my feet.
“Turn around,” She says as I’m finding my footing. I face her. She’s looking up at me with a dirty smirk across her lips. She reaches forward, hands grasping my waist before pulling me down to straddle her. “In order to avoid a medical emergency why don't you just rest here.”
Her hands run up and down my naked thighs, a wake of goosebumps in her trail. She smiles, eyes trained on the movie again. Her face is calm. No disappointment.
Maybe I can just enjoy it right? She wouldn’t put me here unless she wanted me here. It wouldn’t hurt right?
I slowly lean forward, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck wrapping my arms around her. I can hear her breathing, the slow in and out. Her heartbeat is muffled and her laughs, the chuckles are so close.
“You’re whining now dear.”
“S-sorry.” The chuckles reemerge. She vibrates softly against me.
“Don’t apologize. I kind of like it.” She squeezes my thigh. “You’re like a little cat.”
Her hands roam higher, beneath my shirt. She skims and slides up and down my waist. I shudder and she must feel it.
“You okay?” The movie continues on in the background.
“J-just sleepy,” I burrow further into her.
“Sleepy huh?” She drops it, but her hands continue. There’s a warmth that floods the bottom of my stomach. It's a familiar feeling and entirely consuming. It takes all the concentration in my body not to seem like all I want is her hands all over me. Surely by the end of the movie I’d be okay to go right? I could use some excuse to leave her here while I call Joanna from another room begging for permission.
“I like you in my arms Carter,” She says, pushing me away slightly. Her hands pull my face from her neck. “Can I touch you?”
“You’re already touching me though,” I reply. Her hands never stop. They’re resting on the crease of my hip, her thumb digging in.
“Well enthusiastic consent and all that.” She mutters, nipping at my neck. “Joanna would murder me if I didn’t ask.”
Fuck, Joanna. She wouldn’t have left me with Laura if she didn’t want this to happen right? She practically hinted at it.
“I probably shouldn’t have said her name. Now it's all you’re thinking about huh?” She speaks between assaults on my neck. Small nips become more pronounced and harsh. I’m breathing in short huffs as her hands grab and gather all over my body. “Poor baby. So busy thinking about daddy, you can barely rationalize me touching you.”
She was right. My head is in two different places right now. One hoping Joanna wants this and the other really wants Laura to keep going.
“What do you want, Carter?” She whispers below my ear. Her hands traversed lower slowly tugging at the hem of my underwear. “I can let you go, no further discussion of this. Or,” her finger grazes my lower lips sending a shiver down my spine.
“F-fuck,” I respond. I tense slightly expecting the slap that usually accompanies my less than innocent vocabulary. It never came.
She chuckles. “Or, I can fuck you, slow and hard. You can cum, with permission of course, but I’m going to make you work for it.” I shudder at her words. They’re just as filthy as I expected them to be coming from her, but that didn’t make them any less effective. “What do you want, baby girl?”
The pet name alone nearly made me cum. ‘Babygirl’. I’m back to that place where I feel small and content and so so horny.
“Please,” My hips are rolling hoping to find her hand.
“I’m going to need more than that. Tell me what you want, baby.” She’s not going to quit. 
“Yes, please the second one. Please fuck me,”
“Good girl,” She slipped my underwear to the side and slid two fingers inside of me.
“Huh,” she stole the air from out of my lungs. Her fingers felt so good.
“Don’t stop grinding baby girl, I like it when you’re needy.” My hips jump into the motion again, this time making contact.
“You’re so wet Carter, did this just happen? Is it for me Baby?” Her fingers are slow and steady, I'm barely able to think let alone speak.
“Talk to me baby,” She says. “Answer the question.” She’s still fucking me, so slowly, as she talks. My hands are gripping the fabric of the sofa behind her. Fuck talking, I’m just trying not to pass out.
Her hand comes up under my shirt to my breast and twists my nipple. “Ah!” I cry out pulling away leaving a slight gap.
“As much as I like abusing your pretty nipples, I asked you a question.” Her voice took on a deep rasp, but her fingers never stopped. “Answer me,”
“Y-yes, that's all” her fingers find a sensitive spot, making me gasp. “All for you.”
She kisses my neck, leaving marks and she bites her way to my chest. She pulls down the collar and continues biting at my chest. Her thumb reaches up and taps softly on my clit as she begins to pump harder.
“Good, I want all the glory for what I'm about to do to you.” She murmurs into my ear. She kicks into hard drive, her free hand grabbing my waist to pull me down onto her fingers.
“Uhh,” I lost my grip on the couch. I grab onto her shoulders, my hands wrapping around her neck, pulling her closer to my chest.
“When you come, what are you gonna say?” She asks. “You can’t call me daddy, she’s already staked her claim on that one or papi really, she’s got a pretty far reach huh?”
Her thumb becomes more and more persistent and I'm getting closer and closer to the edge. She knew exactly where I needed her fingers and exactly how I needed them.
“Can you be a good girl for me?” She asks, I clinch around her in response. She laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes”
“I need you,” she starts. “To cum. I want to feel you leak all over my fingers. Can you do that?”
Her fingers curve just right while her thumb gives the perfect pressure. She bites into my neck one last time and I'm coming.
“Laura!” My hips rut a few more times before I still. I attempt to lift off of her.
“We’re nowhere near done Babygirl.”  Her hand pulls me back down to her waiting fingers.
I gasp out, my eyes rolling further back than legally allowed. “I’m not satisfied with laura. I know we just met, but I am optimistic.”
Her hands continue driving in, but I'm so sensitive. I lean back and reach for her hand to pull her away.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” She swears steel in her voice.
“Please ,” I shudder.
“I’m gonna fuck you with my cock now.” She lifts me and her hips shimmying her pants from around her.
“When d-did you-” She cut me off finishing my sentence.
“When did I put it on?” She smiles predatorily. “When JoAnna told me she was leaving us together today while she ran her very important errands without her favorite little girl.”
She grabbed my hips and dragged me across the underside of her cock. I grabbed her shoulders and cried out at the stimulation to my sensitive clit.
“You’re all stretched out and ready for me now Babygirl.” She gently squeezed my hip. “Are you ready?”
One of her hands rested on my hip, the other her cock, positioning herself.
“I-its kinda big Laura,” I said shyly.
“Laura this and Laura that. Usually it's just JoAnna calling me that.” She sighed running the head through my folds, making my breath catch. “Either you come up with one of those sexy titles you give out or you call me Lo. I feel like an old woman when you say my full name. “
“Lo,” I whispered.
“Perfect.” She slowly pulled me onto her cock, taking her time.
It wasn’t the same one that JoAnna used with me last night. No, this one was much different. The length never changed, but the girth. It was stretching me much more than I expected. Our hips finally met once I was fully impaled.
“I’m guessing you’ll need a minute from the noises coming out of your mouth.” She chuckles. I nod my head as best I can. “Words babygirl.”
“Y-yes. Yes please.” Her hands stroke the outside of my thighs as I get as comfortable as possible on her. Shivers run down my back as her nails slowly scratch up my thighs.
“You can start now.” My head never moves from her neck. “Please.”
“Please, thank you, yes ma’am, no ma’am.” She huffed into my ear, rolling her hips. “So fucking hot. But it’s you that has to start. I want you to ride me.”
A whimper fell from my lips at her words. Her hands found a more steady position, providing the smallest amount of support as I lifted my hips. Before I’m ready she pulls me down, her cock finding its home again.
“Watching her have you like this last night” Over and over I rose and fell onto her. “It made me feel almost feral. The way you shuddered in her arms.” Again. “How you cried out for her,” again. “How your eyes rolled back when she fucked you just right. I’ve never been so jealous of something that wasn’t mine.”
“Uh,” I moaned. My hips stuttered.
“That too. When you move like that, on me. Makes me want to fuck you more, but I want you to cum on top of me.”
I moan again.
“What a dilemma.” As I sink onto her she ruts into me.
            “F-fuck.”
I gasp for breath but she knocks it right back out of me.
“When you cum, I’m not going to stop. Im gonna fuck you until you pass out. Do you understand?”
“Can I cum?” Between her sinful words and her powerful hips I wasn’t going to last long. “P-please.”
“Mmm, yeah babygirl, you can cum. But I’m not stopping.” She smirks.
My hands slide from her shoulders to the nape of her neck gripping her hair for dear life.
“Fuck babygirl!” She calls out from the pain.
“I-” She cuts me off again.
“You what? You’re gonna cum for me?” She cajoles. She’s fucking into me harder giving me everything she’s got and its more than enough. I’m cumming before she can speak again. My hips drop and I arch further into her.
“Just like that baby girl,” but she doesn’t stop. Just like she said. She rolls to lay to her side pulling me under her. She continues. My legs cradle her as she drives into me.
“Fuck I-i” She smiles laughing in my ear.
“I know baby girl,
“S-sensitive. please.”
“And you’re so wet, baby. Can you hear that?” The slight pain morphs into something much more pleasing.
“Ahh!” I cry out again. She’s killing me and it feels so good.
“Yea, just like that babe.” She sits up and rests her hand on my lower belly. Her thumb finds my clit and I jolt.
“I-am sensitive please. Just-”
“Oh I know baby, but I told you I wasn’t stopping.” Her gaze never leaves me and she never stops. My hands are still in her hair, hanging on for dear life. Her cock grazes my front wall and I’m right back at the edge again.
“C-cum. Gonna cum-” I mumble.
“Already? You just came babygirl,” She chuckles, her hips continuing their jog. Her words are so humiliating, but in such a good way. I feel so small and helpless under her. She feels so good.
“She’s trained you so well baby.” Again, her words are like lava down my back. But Joanna has trained me well, she’s fucked me into oblivion too, and punished me when I didn’t ‘communicate’. And I loved every second of it.
“Yes. You can cum again. But I'm still not stopping.” It didn’t take much more before I was flying off the cliff. My eyes wander back into my skull. True to her word she doesn’t stop. She just keeps fucking going. It’s more than I’ve ever taken in one sitting and my body knows. I’m on death’s doorstep with cookies because I’ve moved into the neighborhood.
“Shit you hot when you cum.” The words barely make it to my brain. I was on another plane. Like Doctor Strange and that bald lady. I would float away but she didn’t stop. She sped up maybe feeling ecstatic about my ‘looking hot’ or simply to feel me cum harder.
“F-fuck. Fuck, lo!” I called out. She dropped towards me, slotting her face into my neck.
“Finally!” She moans. I don’t even see the third orgasm coming, it just washes over me. My arms wrap around her, scratching down her back. It takes longer to come back this time. When the fuzz finally recedes from the edges of my eyes she’s pulling out. Thank fucking christ, I don’t know how I’d be able to do it. “On your knees, lean on the pillows.” Fuck.
I take my time getting into her desired position trying to  get my barings before she fucks me into the sofa. Again.
“Come on baby, I'm getting lonely.” I shiver as her hands move me where she wants me.
In one swift motion she bottomed out in me again. She’s leaning over me slowly stroking my back.
“Fuck,” I whisper. Her hand comes down to my ass before she starts fucking me in full.
“I’m n-not going to last.” I cry out. My sensitivity remains. Her nails scrape down my back and I jerk from the feeling.
“I bet you are babygirl, you’ve gone through 3 nearly back to back orgasms.” It’s hard to even think straight. I’m so sensitive, but it feels so good. And her hands, gripping, scratching, touching me everywhere.
“I can’t -”
“None of that, you absolutely will.” Her hips continue their relentless effort. Over and over.
There’s a jingling in the background, behind my moans and our labored breaths. In hindsight I probably should’ve focused more but how do I do that when the thickest cock ever is devouring me whole.
A squeek joins the jingle than a gasp.
“When I said get to know her and hang out with her I did not mean to get to know her in my living room.” I turn to JoAnna at the sound of her voice. My breath is still labored and my vision is blurry.
“She was just too cute, I couldn’t help it!” Laura replies, never stopping.
“And what of consent?” Joanna asks, taking a seat facing me getting my guts rearranged.
“Does this not sound enthusiastic?” She asks, her hips deliver a few thrusts in quick succession. I cry out, my arms give out.
“It does not matter how it sounds Laura and you know that.” She sighs. “Did she consent?” She enunciates further as if Laura didn't understand.
“Yes, JoAnna, she consented.” She looks at me as i’m floating, bent over and fucked.
“Are you enjoying your time with Laura, Darling?” Her voice is like lavender. “You sure sound like you are?”
“Doesn’t she though?” I can hear the cocky smirk on her face already.
“I’m gonna cum,”
“Is that how you are supposed to ask, sweetheart?” She moves closer to me, moving closer to my face. Her hand slips through my hair before she grabs a handful. “Try again,”
“Oh fuck,” I sigh. She has to know I love when she’s rough. Her hand gripped harder. “Uuh”
The rugged moan left my chest at her hands. “P-please.”
“Ask again, girly.” My insides melt and I clinch Laura’s cock. Again. for the millionth time today.
“C-can I please cum?” I ask aloud.
“Not me dear. I am not the one touching you like this. I am not the one in charge.” That’s a fucking lie. If she gave the order Laura would still inside of me. I don’t think Laura knows it, but JoAnna surely does.
“L-laura?” Joanna nods. “Can I please cum?”
I'm shaking now and Laura is delivering the most intense strap I've ever experienced. I’m between 2 beautiful women, getting fucked and about to come.
“Of course you can babygirl.” She unleashes what must be the last of her strength. She gives me a few deep hard strokes as I cum. I can feel the drool leaking from my mouth and I can feel her cock reaching deep into me, but that’s all I can feel. My body disconnects from my mind, but the full body jerks and shudders shake my frame.
“Such a good girl,” She says. A few seconds pass, maybe a minute. Both women touched me lovingly.
“I’m going to pull out now, okay baby girl?” I groan, words still not producing. She slips out of me slowly. I shiver at the feeling. The feeling of loneliness overtakes me and my eyes close.
“I’m gonna pick you up now okay?” Laura says. “Joanna started a bath for you a few minutes ago, it should be nice and warm for you.” Joanna left? Maybe I’d been more out of it than I thought. I hope I didn’t miss anything important. The anxiety of messing something up because I maybe passed out creeps around my heart.  
She walks me through the house to the master bath where Joanna is sitting on the side of the tub hand in the water. She is beautiful. The anxiety clutches me again. I wince.
She stands me up near the edge of the tub, by Joanna. They finish stripping me then guide me in.
“You know I have not been able to do this much, and it has become a disservice to you,” She spoke with a sigh. “This part is called after care. There is a lot of stress that comes with this type of relationship. Aftercare is a check in, it is a reassurance. Do you understand?”
I warily step into the tub with her help. “I think so,” I reply.
“Joanna breaking one of her own rules? Say it isn't so!” Laura interjects.
“I get that you find her attractive, Carter, and she gives good strap but she is annoying.” I smile at her joking, but perhaps it comes off more as a grimace. They both look at me with curiosity. I sink lower into the tub, the water coming up to my chin.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Joanna asks. I hate feeling so vulnerable. Deep down I know they like me. I know they want me. I know I want them. So why is it so hard to let the good stuff last? But the anxiety is still there. It’s still gripping my heart, holding it hostage.
“Did I do good?”
“Did you do good?” Joanna repeats, her shoulders falling. “That’s a question for Laura dear.” Laura has a small smile on her face when I turn to her.
“You did so good, Babygirl. So good.”