[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 98: Big Move Arc: Four

Lacy was bent over the island in the kitchen. She had come home for lunch since the twins got home early from work. Samantha and Salmona both had their pants down, clits out. It was Samantha who was fucking Lacy first while her sister stood back watching while jacking off.

Salmona was watching her sister Samantha fuck Lacy. She was stroking her clit and watching the way Samantha was pounding Lacy, her eyes watching the way her sister’s clit went in and out, Lacy’s vaginal fluids slipping onto the floor.

She was thinking about how hot it was to see her sister fucking Lacy; here it was, here was that dominance she always wanted ti see from Samantha. She was also thinking about how much she wanted to fuck Lacy herself, how much she wanted to be just as dominant to match her sister’s energy.

Samantha picked Lacy up, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. Her hands gripped Lacy’s hips firmly, fingers digging into soft flesh. Lacy gasped, the sudden shift making her head spin. Samantha slammed her down onto the countertop, the cold marble biting into Lacy’s back. Lacy’s legs instinctively wrapped around Samantha’s waist, pulling her closer.

Salmona watched, her hand moving faster now. She couldn’t tear her eyes away as Samantha leaned down, pressing her lips hard against Lacy’s mouth.

It wasn’t gentle, more like claiming territory. Samantha’s tongue pushed past Lacy’s lips, deep and demanding. Lacy moaned into it, her body arching off the countertop. Samantha’s hips kept driving forward, relentless, each thrust punctuated by the slick slap of skin on skin, flesh on flesh, ever meeting one another. The rhythm was hypnotic, primal.

Salmona’s knuckles tensed around her own shaft. She watched Samantha’s back muscles ripple with each powerful movement, the sweat glistening along her spine.

The raw hunger in her sister’s eyes mirrored her own. Lacy’s cries were muffled against Samantha’s mouth, dissolving into choked gasps whenever Samantha pulled back just enough to let her breathe before surging forward again. The kitchen air thickened with the scent of sex and exertion. A lovely smell that demonstrated just how much they all wanted each other.

Samantha stepped back, allowing Salmona to enter Lacy. The sudden absence of pressure made Lacy shudder, her legs trembling where they’d been locked around Samantha’s waist. Salmona moved in without hesitation, her grip firm on Lacy’s hips as she slid home in one smooth, deep stroke.

Lacy’s back arched violently off the marble, a silent scream tearing from her throat as her nails scraped uselessly against the cold countertop.

Salmona’s rhythm was different, slower at first, deliberate, savoring the tight heat enveloping her, each measured thrust drawing out a ragged gasp from Lacy. Then she built, faster, harder, her hips snapping forward with a force that echoed Samantha’s earlier urgency.

Lacy’s body became a taut bowstring, suspended between Salmona’s bruising grip and the unforgiving marble beneath her. Every deep drive sent tremors through her, her muscles clenching and releasing in frantic waves.

Her head thrashed against the countertop, sweat-slicked hair plastered to her temples, eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming sensation.

Salmona’s thrusts lost their measured rhythm entirely, becoming frantic, urgent. Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps that filled the humid kitchen air.

Her fingers dug deeper into Lacy’s hips, bruisingly possessive, anchoring herself as her body coiled tighter and tighter. A low, guttural groan vibrated deep in her chest, escaping through clenched teeth, pure, unvarnished need.

Her spine arched, every muscle straining towards a single, shattering point. The relentless slap of their bodies grew faster, wetter, more desperate.

Her hips pistoned wildly, driving deeper with each plunge until her entire body locked rigid. A tremor ran through her, violent and unstoppable, followed by a choked cry ripped from her throat.

Her release hit like a wave crashing over rocks, powerful, consuming, leaving her shuddering against Lacy’s trembling form, her clit pulsing deep inside as she emptied herself.

Samantha watched, her own breath still ragged, a sheen of sweat cooling on her skin. The raw sight of Salmona’s climax reignited the embers low in her belly.

She moved forward silently, her movements predatory, displacing her sister without a word. Salmona stumbled back, legs unsteady, her spent clit glistening.

Samantha’s hands replaced hers on Lacy’s hips, fingers pressing into the fresh bruises blooming beneath the skin. Lacy whimpered, a sound thick with exhaustion and sensation, her body still taut from Salmona’s final thrusts.

Samantha didn’t hesitate. She drove into Lacy with a single, brutal stroke, reclaiming her with possessive force. Lacy’s cry shattered the humid silence, echoing off the stainless-steel appliances.

Her legs, trembling and weak, tried to lift again, but Samantha pinned them down against the marble’s edge with her weight, bending Lacy impossibly deeper.

The rhythm was relentless from the start, no buildup, no tenderness. Samantha’s hips pistoned with raw, mechanical precision, each thrust slamming Lacy’s body against the countertop.

Sweat dripped from Samantha’s jaw onto Lacy’s heaving stomach, mingling with the slickness already coating her skin. Lacy’s fingers scrambled for purchase on the smooth surface, slipping uselessly as her vision blurred at the edges.

"Mom! Siree! I’m home!"

Samantha quickly pulled out, pulling her pants up along with Salmona and Lacy who both got dressed. Lacy scrambled to get her clothes on. She ran around the island and met her daughter in the living room.

Lacy wiped her forehead and smiled at her daughter. "Hey, how was school, sweetie?"

"Good, I made a lot of friends. Yes, I did. My teacher says I’m also a good writer, see!" Aurora went into her backpack and pulled out a paperwork that had a 100 grade on it.

"Wow, good job, baby girl!" Salmona gave Aurora a high five and a kiss on the cheek.

Lacy stood up and picked the little Omega up once more. "Alright, I’m heading back to work. I’ll be back right before bedtime, okay?"

Aurora nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Okay!"

Lacy set her down gently, smoothing her daughter’s hair. The scent of sex still clung faintly to Lacy’s skin beneath hastily applied perfume. She avoided Samantha’s lingering gaze as she grabbed her purse.

The kitchen countertop gleamed coldly under the overhead lights, its marble surface still faintly warm where Lacy’s body had been pressed minutes before. Salmona leaned against the refrigerator, arms crossed, watching Lacy’s hurried movements with a lazy smirk.

Bruises were already blooming beneath Lacy’s blouse where fingers had dug into her hips. She felt them throb with every step toward the door.

Lacy pulled up into the parking lot and saw Theresa’s car parked in front of the restaurant. Confused, she got out and placed her apron on and went inside. She saw the Alpha sitting at a table on her own eating.

Theresa glanced up from her plate, fork suspended mid-air as Lacy approached. Her eyes tracked Lacy’s movements, the slight stiffness in her walk, the way her blouse collar sat askew revealing a faint red mark beneath hastily applied foundation.

A knowing smirk played at the corner of Theresa’s mouth as she took in Lacy’s flushed cheeks, the subtle tremor in her hands as she adjusted her apron strings. The scent of sex still clung to Lacy like a second skin beneath cheap floral perfume. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Hey Lacy," Theresa said. She saw the long face of Lacy and became perplexed. "You don’t seem happy to see me."

"Why are you back in Ashley, Theresa," Lacy asked.

"I wanted to see you..."

"Theresa, I think we should stop doing what we’re doing."

Theresa’s smirk vanished, replaced by a flicker of genuine confusion that hardened into something colder as she absorbed Lacy’s words. Her fork clattered onto the half-eaten salad plate, the sharp sound echoing in the near-empty restaurant.

She leaned back slowly, fingers curling around the edge of the table, knuckles whitening. Her gaze, previously predatory and amused, sharpened into a blade, dissecting Lacy’s expression, the forced steadiness of her voice, the slight tremor in her clasped hands resting on her apron, the way her eyes darted towards the kitchen doors as if seeking escape.

The faint, lingering scent beneath Lacy’s perfume suddenly felt like an accusation hanging thickly between them.

"I don’t want you to duel my Alphas; I want us to stop our affair," the Omega said. Lacy turned away from Theresa and went into the kitchen. When she started to cook, she looked out every now and then but saw Theresa was still there.

Even as the sun went down and Lacy clocked out, Theresa followed Lacy to her car.

"Theresa..."

"Why all of a sudden. What happened?"

"You raped Sune Joon."

Theresa got quiet, unaware Lacy knew about the situation. Her eyes shifted and she gulped. She placed her hand on the car. "Who told you?"

"He did...and I told my Alphas. I don’t want you coming around Aurora," Lacy said, getting into the car.

Theresa stepped back and shook her head. So this was how it was going to end?