Smut for Ladies by Ladies

A Game of Blades

Gemma looked up from her book and saw the bus stop nearing. She shoved her book into her knitting bag and rang the bell to alert the driver. The bus slowed and she stood before it had finished stopping. She strode off the bus with her heels clicking on the pavement. The doorman nodded politely to her as he opened the apartment building doors. 

The elevator rose smoothly and Gemma felt a silly smile creep onto her face. It had been two weeks since she'd last been home. The conference had been informative and she was glad she had gone but she missed Chris and Melody. It'd been the first time she'd been away from Chris since they had moved in together. 

Click. Clack. 

Her heels tapped out the rapid beat of her heart as she approached the flat's door. Gemma rummaged in her bag for her keys and inserted them into the lock. A quick twist and she was home. 

The door closed softly behind her and she smiled again as she saw Chris's keys in the dish by the door. She dropped her bag and keys and strode into the flat. 

Chris walked out of the bedroom, hair wet and towel draped over his shoulders. His eyes fell on Gemma and he moved with pure adrenaline. Gemma found herself pined against the wall with Chris's lips locked onto her own. 

She let out a satisfied hum and wrapped a leg around his waist. His hand stroked her thigh as it moved to grasp it to keep her in place. 

"Gemma,"  he groaned as he pulled away slightly.

"Chris," Gemma hummed happily, "I missed you."

"I missed you more," he nuzzled her neck and she delighted in the feel of his beard against her delicate skin. 

She ground her hips into his and his breath stuttered. Gemma threw the towel on the floor and then arched her back.

Chris didn't miss a beat. He unbuttoned her shirt with tantalizing slowness and then unhooked her bra. His tongue lathed a path of worship across her breasts. He was sucking her nipple and scraping his teeth along the sensitive flesh when a loud voice interrupted him.

"And what is this?" Melody's voice was hard.

Gemma bit her lip, Melody was wearing that leather jacket and boots that always made her want to be ravaged. 

"Are my playthings playing without me?" Melody continued. 

"I'm taking what's mine," Chris spoke as he straightened. 

"Yours? Prove it." 

A sword was thrown in his direction and Chris nimbly caught its handle. Melody had plucked a second sword from the entrance hall display. 

Melody lunged and Chris danced out of the way. She gave Gemma a quick kiss as she passed by her. And then the sword fight began for earnest.

The ringing of steel on steel had Gemma clutching her hands together in excitement. Both her lovers were accomplished swordsmen. Melody's leather skirt caught on the edge of Chris's blade and the material tore smoothly. 

She smirked as she stepped out of the ruined mess and licked her lips with a threatening smile. "I rather liked that skirt," she swung her blade. 

A clash of steel and then Chris felt his shirt open. 

"HA!" Melody cried. 

Gemma leaned against the wall with rapt attention, a hand held to her mouth and eyes wide.

Another clash and then Melody gasped. Her shirt was cut open and revealed her lacy black bra underneath. Her olive skin contrasted with the material beautifully and Chris took a moment to appreciate his view. 

The lunges became more accurate as each wielder aimed to destroy the other's clothing. Next to go was Chris's pants. Then the rest of Melody's skirt. Both stood panting, sweat gleaming their flesh, and Melody's lacy underthings clinging to her flesh.

Chris stumbled and Melody pressed the advantage. The moment he was on the ground, her blade found its way to his throat where it delicately traced a pattern. "Now watch," Melody ordered.

Chris turned to watch as Melody strode to a waiting Gemma. "Hello love," Gemma purred.

Melody pulled Gemma's remaining clothes off with tantalizing slowness. Her teeth gripped Gemma's lace thong and tore it off without hesitation. Gemma's folds were so wet they glistened before Melody. 

A sole slender finger found its way to Gemma's core and swirled. "Would you like more?" Melody asked sweetly.

"Yes, please," Gemma groaned as she leaned against the wall for support.

"Then beg," Melody smiled.

"Fuck me, please, Melody," she begged. 

Another two fingers plunged into wet folds and teased her clit.

"More!" Gemma cried.

"Chris," Melody's voice was low and seductive.

He crawled to where the two women were. "Yes?"

"Fuck Gemma. Hard." 

Chris stood, fully erect, and pushed Gemma till her hands braced herself against the wall. Then he plunged into her without any warning. 

"Oh god," Gemma moaned. 

Chris smirked, "Not quite," and he slammed her into the wall with the force of his thrusts.

The sound of flesh slapping against wet flesh met Melody's ears. She smirked as she stood. With a deliberate slowness, she slipped between Gemma and the wall. Her hand slowly met Gemma's face and held her in place as her other touched Gemma's clit. 

"Cum for us, love," Melody purred.

"I'm going to cum!" Gemma moaned as Chris continued to slam into her with ferocity that showed how much he craved her sweet flesh. 

Melody increased pressure on her clit and that combined with Chris's efforts pushed Gemma to the edge. She screamed, seeing white, and her legs gave out beneath her. 

Melody and Chris shared a kiss as they held her up. "Welcome home, love," they spoke. "We aren't done with you." 

"Not by far."