Everyday Turn-Ons - Chapter 3

Shan misses him first in her lungs. Mark's shirt smells like his skin, warm and sharp, so she presses it to her face and inhales until she gets dizzy. The missing turns to heat fast. She has had a thought she never said aloud; now she needs to try it. Effie arrives wearing yesterday's doubt. They laugh, strip the dress from her shoulders, and button her into the shirt that smells like Mark. Tailored fabric never touched curves like these. Shan slides it over breasts, cinches the belt around hips, stands back. Effie's eyes drop. She kisses Shan once, hard, then shoves her onto the sofa. Her tongue finds Shan already wet. The shirt hangs open. Shan closes her fingers in the collar that should be Mark's and pulls Effie deeper until her thighs shake. A drawer opens. Leather straps snap. Effie climbs behind Shan, fingers digging into her hips, and sinks the silicone cock in on one slow push. The breath leaves Shan on a moan. They begin to fuck—Effie driving forward, Shan pushing back. Every thrust jars them together until the rhythm tightens and slows, no space left between skin and leather. Shan comes first, sharp, and then Effie reaches under, finds her clit, and drags her through the aftershocks. Still buried inside, Effie bends to kiss the nape of her neck. The game stays between them until the last thrust ends, shirts soaked, breath gone, time almost up for a borrowed name and borrowed trousers.