Sweeter Than Wine

The Start of a Long Day

The moment George and I step into view of the dining room, for a lack of better words, all hell breaks loose.

Before I can react I'm being yanked from George's warm arms and sat at the head of the table. Paul offers me a drink, "orange juice for the beautiful lady?"

I open my mouth to speak, but get cut off by John also offering me a drink, "don't be a fool, Macca. The lady clearly wants some milk." The two start arguing quite loudly, my drink situation clearly and quickly forgotten.

I look at George helplessly, a large smirk accentuating his marvelously chiseled cheeks. He mouths "it's a competition." I make a face and mouth back, "why?"

George shakes his head smiling, when Ritchie joins us at the table. "Mornin' lads, lady." He winks at me, "would you like a drink?" He shoots a glance to the two arguing behind me, still. Nearly flinging orange juice and milk all over the room.

I nod, "anything is fine. Anything" Ritchie gives me a mug of coffee and a glass of water. "Thank you for the drinks Ritchie."

My words snap John and Paul out of their argument. Suddenly they surround me piling things on my plate, putting far too much to eat on it. Satisfied with themselves, they each take a seat and start eating some of the things they piled onto my plate.

George laughs at my bewilderment and stacks a plate for himself, gazing across the table at me. Ritchie does the same, rolling his sapphire eyes at the two lunatics. I take a sip of coffee, eyeing the two men seated on either side of me.

"Do you guys mind?" I ask biting into a slice of bacon. "No, not at all, m'lady" Paul says biting into some toast. George chokes on the food he was eating and laughs out loud.

I shake my head, amused at the absurdness of the situation. I pick at the food on my plate until I'm full, then John speaks, "we've got quite the day planned out for you, love. You best get ready while we clean up this mess."

I stand, stretching my arms above my head, the tilt my head side to side cracking my neck. Paul stands and moves my hair aside. I'm surprised at his sudden closeness and I jump back slightly.

John stands with Paul staring at my neck. I lift my hand to hide my neck, "you guys are making me feel awfully self conscious..." John grabs my hand and pushes it down slowly, looking back at George who has a smug smile on his face.

I see intense jealousy cross both of their faces as John speaks again, "so you've bonded already, Georgie. How nice." Paul touches the small wound on my neck, "yes how nice, George." He smiles dryly and him.

John leans in and whispers, "you can have a bond with more than one person, just for future reference, sweetheart." Paul lifts one corner of his mouth in a half smile, "indeed, beautiful. You could have 4 if you really wanted to."

I feel my face heat up and look at George. He gives me a small smile as he stands up, striding over to us he takes my hand, "we'd better take a shower if we've got a big day planned, ay love?"

I feel the jealousy spike as George leads me upstairs. As we reach the top we sprint into the bathroom giggling like maniacs. I slam the door behind us and lock it. I turn to George a huge smile on my face.

***Smut ⚠️ ***

He leans his arms beside my head on the door, trapping me between him and it. I feel a spark ignite deep inside as George leans in and kisses me passionately.

He slams himself against me into the door. I let out a hushed moan as I tangle my fingers in his hair. "Let's get in the shower." He growls in my ear, weakening my already trembling knees.

We strip ourselves down as fast as we can. George turns the water on nice and hot, taking my hand he guides us in. George kisses down my neck turning me to face the bench, "lean over, darling"

I do as he commands with a small whimper, bending over the bench. George's hands lift my ass up into the air. I look back to see George admiring me. "You look great from this angle, love." I whine as he rubs his tip against my slick opening.

George slams himself in, "You look even better from this angle." I groan his name. "What do you want, darling?" I press myself back into him and whisper, "please move..."

He gently grips my hips, slowly, teasingly, thrusting himself in and out, effectively driving me crazy. "Faster..." I plead. He grips my hips tighter, "What was that, baby?"

I grip onto the bench tightly, "please...Mr. Harrison...harder.." I feel George twitch in me. He leans over, lips behind my ear and grunts, "good girl."

George starts slamming himself into me, "you're such a naughty girl. I bet you'd like to cum, wouldn't you." George reaches around rubbing his rough fingers against my clit in time with his thrusts.

I moan wantonly, "yes please...sir.." I speak breathlessly. George growls, angling himself to hit my g-spot ruthlessly. "Then cum for me." His last words send an electric shock up my spine.

I moan incoherent words as my climax builds up. One final thrust pushes me into the realm of pleasure and I scream, "fuck..fuck...shit..george..." I arch my back as I clench around him.

"Christ..." George whispers and releases himself into me. After a few more blissful moments George pulls out and helps me stand.

Pushing me against the cool tiles on the wall he kisses me sweetly, "do you know how much I love you? Truly?" I smile at him wrapping my arms around his waist, "I do. And I love you just the same." I kiss him back tenderly.

George kisses his way down to my neck hovering his mouth over his bite from the night before. Wordlessly, I tilt my head to the side inviting him to bite.

George's already quite visible fangs elongate as he bends down. I grip his forearms as he sinks his fangs into the soft flesh of my neck. My nails dig into his arms, "oh...ahhh...george..."

George pulls back a gentle smile highlighting his glowing face. "I love you, __________. Now let's get ready for our, uh, day trip."