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Girls’ night was established once a month around the time Lucy got with Tim for the first time.
It didn’t start like that. Angela wanted to get a drink after work desperately, Nyla followed because Angela came, Lucy joined because she loves drinks and Celina tagged along because she’s the puppy of the group. A very beloved, obsessed with astrology puppy, though. It only made sense they’d invite Bailey too. So yeah, they have a girls’ night once a month where they get drunk, talk about astrology and boys.
“I just don't understand why it’s hard for them!” Celina sighs, taking another sip of her drink. She's laying on her back on the floor, her head propped on all the pillows she could find. She’s three margaritas in, which means she’s the first to open the oversharing box and start a talk about oral sex. Apparently her last hook up was less than ideal and left a lot to be desired.
“You know you have to train them, right?” Nyla offers from her place on the couch. Angela nods beside her. Tonight Bailey is the one hosting the party so Nolan has been kicked out of his own home to do god knows what. But the instructions were clear, do not come back before midnight.
“Train them on what?” Celine whines sitting up a bit too fast. She sways but catches herself.
“On everything, baby.” Bailey replies with a kind smile. “Men are…” She trails off trying to find the correct words.
“Like dogs,” Angela finishes. “So you need to take them on a ride a couple of times. Show them what you like.”
“You all did that?!” Celina swings her arms around and Lucy watches as the alcohol in her glass moves along with it, spilling a bit of her drink.
“Pretty much.” They all nod.
“Lucy…” Angela turns to face her. “You’ve been awfully quiet. Do you have any wisdom for our puppy?” She hides her smirk behind her glass and Lucy can feel her cheeks heating up. She knows Angela and Tim talk about these kinds of things and she’s fine with it. If anything, she has a small exhibitionism kink. Nothing they’ll ever explore further but the idea that someone knows how good she and Tim work in bed gets her going a lot.
“I agree with you,” Lucy shrugs. She’s the designated driver for tonight so she’s only had one margarita. “Though, some dogs are trained more easily than others.” She adds and takes a sip from her own drink.
“Bradford doesn’t count!” Nyla throws back at her. “You guys verbally edged each other for five years! He learned anything he needed about you before you got together.” It’s not a lie. By the time they actually slept together they were both so worked up it couldn’t be anything but mind blowing.
“And a few more things after!” Angela’s laugh is followed by wolf whistling by the others.
“A lady never kisses and tells!” Lucy shoots back and they move to the next topic of discussion quickly.
They know she’s not drunk enough to share.
She drops Celina first at her old apartment complex.
She transferred the lease to the younger woman after she moved in with Tim. By that point Tamara was also done with her college thing so she moved back in with Celina. They’ve been getting along quite well. Nothing makes Lucy happier than seeing her girls living their best lives. Next she drops off Angela and then Nyla and by the time she’s on her way back home Lucy is more than ready to get under Tim. Over him will work just fine too.
They couldn’t keep their hands to themselves before their brief time apart. After they got back together Lucy became a bit feral for him. It might have been the weeks they did not share a bed. It might have been the idea of never being able to touch Tim that way again. Whatever the reason, though, as soon as the air was clear they picked up where they left off. Angela might or might not have also threatened to help Lucy kill him and hide his body if he ever pulled any bullshit again. Tim assured her that he had no such plans.
Three short months after getting back together he suggested she move in with him. Her things were all over his place to begin with so it only made sense. That was a long discussion of logistics and possible things that can go wrong. But they made it work. She parks the truck in their driveway and jumps out, her skirt flowing around her. Lucy remembers the first time she drove Tim’s car. It took Angela ten minutes to be able to string a sentence together.
‘He might as well have bought you a ring!’ She had called at Lucy’s retreating back. It wasn't a big deal. Lucy’s car was in the bodyshop and she needed a way to get to work. Tim had the day off and no plans. The easiest and cheapest thing was for Lucy to borrow his car. Deep down, though, Lucy knew what the gesture meant. When he said he’d do anything and everything she asked to be forgiven he really meant it.
Even if that something was to hand over the keys to his precious truck who he talked about for weeks before he actually bought it. Lucy would know, she was there for all of it. Anyway, a ring is coming for her soon enough too. She’s seen the little box hidden in his underwear drawer. As if Lucy is not the one doing laundry and putting the clothes away. She found it on the second day it was there. Lucy’s a good girlfriend, though, and kept her thoughts to herself. He’ll give her the ring when he’s ready.
Kojo is on her the moment she steps into the house. He jumps around her feet and Lucy lets him out so they can have some privacy. She hangs her coat by the door and takes her shoes off in the small hallway closet. Her back is left on the kitchen island as she makes her way to the living room. Tim is exactly where she left him, playing a new game Aaron got him as a gift. “Hey,” She smiles and drops beside him.
“Hey, babe,” He doesn’t get his eyes from the screen but leans over for a kiss. Lucy can’t help the butterflies that flutter in her stomach. Even now, even after what they’ve been through, kissing him makes her dizzy in the best way possible. “How was your night?”
“Same old,” She nods and moves her feets on his lap. “Alcohol, boys, sex talk.” She shrugs and it finally catches his attention. Tim presses pause on his game and turns to look at her.
“Oh?” He asks, narrowing his eyes.
“One track mind,” Lucy shakes her head smiling. “The girls wanted to know if old dogs can learn new tricks.” She explains innocently and Tim throws his head back laughing.
“Lucy Chen,” He saves his game progress and turns the PS5 off. He’s clearly done for the night. “One of these days you’ll say one thing too many and nothing will save you.” She yelps as he pulls her on his lap. Lucy straddles his thighs, her skirt falling around her like a waterfall. It’s not that she put too much thought on today’s outfit. It’s a simple black long skirt paired with a white shirt. But she does have a thing for being fucked while dressed and Tim likes to indulge her. She loves sharing something so personal with him and then wearing the clothes outside, holding onto private moments of them when he’s not around. They kiss for a long moment, deep and hard. Tim unbuttons her shirt but doesn't push it off her shoulder. instead his hands cup her chest over the lace of her bra.
“So,” She pants as they come up for air. “Do old dogs learn new tricks?” She feels Tim’s smile against her neck, as he sucks bruises into the skin.
“I don’t know,” He murmurs, his fingers pulling at her nipples through the lace. “You seem pretty happy with my normal tricks.” She yelps as he throws her on her back and moves to settle between her thighs.
“I think you need to remind me,” She shoots back, bunching up her skirt around her waist so he can get to work. Tim is hands down the best sex of her life. Lucy is aware that part of it is due to her feelings for him. But another is also his good fucking skills. He’s never let her get out of his bed unless he’s sure she’s absolutely satisfied. He kisses a path from her ankle, up the inside of her leg until he reaches the apex of her thigh. Lucy relaxes deeper into the couch pillows, watching him as he takes her panties off before he throws her leg over his shoulder.
The first lick is always the most intense for her. Tim makes a point of dragging his tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit. Lucy’s left hand finds a home in his short hair. The right one grabs the arm of the couch. She rolls her body against his face. Tim is not afraid to go all in, alternating between sucking her clit and letting his tongue dip inside her. “Babe,” She gasps and he knows the next thing she wants is his fingers.
“That what you need, sweetheart?” He asks, looking up at her as two long digits slipping inside of her easily and Lucy nods.
“Fuck, Tim,” She throws her head back, her body tensing, chasing after a release she knows is going to be earth shuttering. Tim goes back to sucking her clit, rolling his tongue over it while his fingers fuck her hard. He knows she can take it. Her orgasm rolls over her in waves. He doesn’t stop until she’s a moaning mess. Even then, he knows she needs more. “Need you in me,” Lucy whines when he pulls away from her.
Not for long, though. Tim sits up and pulls her along with him. Lucy straddles his lap again, her thighs falling on either side of him. She helps him out of his t-shirt as his hands trail up the soft skin of her thighs, pulling the fabric of her skirt along. She lifts herself up enough for Tim to pull his cock out of his sweatpants and then she’s guiding him to her entrance. Her head falls back and she grabs the back of the couch as he slips inside inch by glorious inch. She’s sensitive but it doesn’t matter, she’ll always need to feel him like this.
“Lucy,” He moans, one of his hands slipping into her hair while the other settles on her waist. “Babe,” He’s pleading with her as if she’d deny him anything. Lucy has made peace with the fact that she belongs to Timothy Bradford. Body, mind and soul. Every single part of her is his to do as he pleases.
“You know what to do, Sergeant Bradford,” She whispers against his lips before diving in for another kiss. It’s like she’s thrown matches at gasoline. He grabs her hips with strong arms and pulls her down against his cock roughly. Lucy can do nothing but take it. Take him as deep as he possibly can get. “Tim, please,” She moans as she feels the waves rise again. Her thighs shake with the effort of riding him.
“What do you want, Lucy?” He whispers against her ear and she shivers.
“I want you to come in me,” She begs, her hands fisting into his hair. “I want you to fuck me hard, make a mess and then clean it up with your tongue.” He’s done it before a few times, when he wanted to completely ruin her and it worked. She needs it desperately again. Needs to feel like he owns her in the most primal way.
“Your wish is my command,” He says and lets his fingers find her clit. Tim plants his feet firmly on the living room floor, thrusting up inside her roughly. It takes exactly three strokes of his fingers in combination with his cock to make her lose it. He fucks her through it and when he’s sure she’s done he chases his own happy ending. Lucy will never get tired of feeling him come inside her. Never get tired of the way his body goes taut, all pure muscle before he fills her up. She’s dizzy from the pleasure, Tim is under her, in her, around her. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. She barely registers being put on her back before Tim is between her legs again.
He eats her out with quick strokes. She’s tittering the fine line between pleasure and overstimulation but he knows. Tim knows her and he gets her there quickly. Her thighs lock around his head as she comes for a third time tonight. Her clothes are a mess, her lips are swollen, her hair sticking to her skin. She looks down between her legs only to find the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. Tim’s face is full of her, and it should be off putting but Lucy can’t help but pull him up by the hair for a kiss. She tastes both of them on his tongue and it drags a moan out of her.
“God, I love you,” She pants as they come up for air. He rests his forehead against hers, smiling.
“What a surprise,” He teases. “I love you too.” Tim rubs his nose against hers lovingly, melting into her arms as if he doesn’t want to ever leave. “You should have girls' nights more often if that’s what I get out of them.” He teases and drops a chaste kiss to her lips.
“Depends,” She shoots back smiling. “If I can teach you new tricks. I can’t go back without at least a new good story!” He swats the inside of her thigh lightly and it only makes her laugh harder.