Lush Life

Late June 2019, Los Angeles, California.

I was about to pack it in for the night. Work was done, the lights were off, and the gate was locked and secured. I was halfway through peeling off my shirt when my phone lit up with a FaceTime call.

Anya.

I stared at the screen for a second, hesitating for a moment like we were still sneaking around like last year. I answered.

She looked cozy. Her silky blonde hair was pulled back, her cheeks a rosy pink with no makeup. She was half-submerged in a soapy bath, her slim shoulders bare and glistening, the water around her softly clouded with bubbles. The camera was propped against something, maybe a candle or a wine bottle, and it wobbled slightly as she adjusted.

"Why are you calling me so late?" I asked.

"It's not late for me. I'm back in L.A.," she said, stretching one arm out of the water, her fingers wrinkled and wet. "Readjusted to the time. The weather. The traffic."

"And the attention?" I asked.

"Of course." Then her tone shifted, just a little. "Did you miss me?"

"...Yeah," I said.

She gave me a gorgeous, sweet smile, then leaned back deeper into the water, sighing and closing her eyes like she'd just sunk into something more comfortable than the tub. She closed her eyes for a second, sinking low enough that the water reached just under her chin. A small splash echoed as she moved her leg beneath the surface.

"I figured I'd call to ask you something," she said, like it wasn't a big deal.

I waited. Her eyes flicked open and aimed right at me.

"Two things, actually."

"Alright. Hit me."

"The first one's important," she said, raising her arm from the water to gesture vaguely. "How the hell do I handle taxes when half my brand deals are in Europe, and my team swears they 'already sent it to legal'?"

"That's what you called me for?"

"Well, you're the most boring adult I know," she said, a little grin tugging at her lips. "I figured you'd have an answer."

"I'm flattered." I laughed.

"You should be," she said, sinking a little deeper into the bath. "Also I kind of hoped you'd give me a whole breakdown."

"Ah, then I'll send you a spreadsheet in the morning." I joked.

"Perfect." She lifted her hand and flicked some water at the camera. "Now the second question."

She paused, like she wanted me to lean in, even through the screen.

"Do you have a celebrity crush?"

"What?"

"Come on," she said with a smirk. "Even at your age. Don't act like you're immune. I know you've got one."

"I'm not old."

"Didn't say you were," she said, clearly enjoying herself. "But I know even you've got one, and you can't say me even though I know you're just *dying* to."

"Very funny," I said. I figured I'd just give her the answer. "...Emilia Clarke,"

"Really?" Anya said, less surprised and more... pleased.

"Yeah. Never really had the chance to run into her. Honestly I should've asked HBO if they needed a quick rewrite or something."

She snorted. "Wow. That's... cute."

"Alright. Your turn." I said, leaning back on the bed and shifting so my phone was angled up from my chest.

Anya's smile faded for a second. Her eyes drifted to the side like she was actually thinking about it, or pretending to. Then she let out a quiet sigh, almost like she was daydreaming.

"...Ana de Armas."

That made me laugh.

She looked back at the screen, smirking now. "What? She's hot."

"No arguments here."

"I mean, if I had to choose between you and her..." Anya said, tilting her head like she didn't have a first hand experience with both Ana's loving and hateful side.

"Not going there."

She grinned. "Relax, Jason. It's just a bath-time crush list."

We went silent for a bit. The steam behind her curled along the edges of the screen. The water shifted gently with her breathing.

"I really missed you." She sighed.

I paused for a moment.

"...Yeah," I said. "I missed you too."

Anya's gaze held mine a little longer than before. Then she shifted her arms and slowly pushed herself higher in the water.

Her bare tits emerged with a soft ripple, glistening under the bathroom lights. She didn't fully sit up, just enough for the bubbles to slip down her collarbones and leave nothing to the imagination. Her pale skin was flushed from the heat, the steam still curling around her. She stuck her tongue out impishly.

"Well hello," I muttered.

"Mmm." Her voice dipped. "Tilt the camera down for me."

"Excuse me?"

"To your second-best feature," she said with a smirk. "I'm not looking at your eyes tonight, Jason."

I chuckled and played along, angling the phone just enough to show the thick bulge in my shorts.

"Mmm I really did miss you," she moaned. "Especially that."

I glanced back up at the screen, letting the camera stay tilted.

"Didn't think you knew how to give orders without Taylor or Florence around," I said flatly.

"Don't flatter yourself. I'm still the one in the bath, remember?"

Her hand had gone somewhere under the surface. I couldn't see it, but I could tell. I sat up straighter, set the phone down on the bed for a second, and hooked my thumbs beneath the waistband of my shorts.

"Hold for reveal," I said.

Anya's eyebrows rose with amused anticipation.

And then, with an exaggerated sweep of my hands, I pulled them down and gestured like a game show host.

"Ta-da."

Anya snorted, her hand slipping just enough that I caught the smallest ripple in the water. "You're so stupid," she laughed, her voice breathy, but her eyes stayed glued to the screen.

I wrapped my hand around my cock firmly.

"I'm already so soft from the water. Now I'm just..." She trailed off with a breath, her hand moving again beneath the surface. Her shoulder flexed subtly. "Keep going."

I did. I pleased myself for her with long, generous strokes from top to bottom, spurred on by her little whimpers and light gasps.

"You always make it feel like this," she whispered, her eyes fluttering but never closing fully. "Even now. Even with everything... fixed. It still feels like we're getting away with something."

"Maybe we are." I groaned.

She smiled again, but it was softer this time. She teased her sweet spot in tandem with my strokes. Like we were syncing up across time zones, screens, and all the mess we swore we cleaned up.

"You're bad, Tennerman... and you like being bad..."

"You called me." I moaned as I upped the pace.

Grunts and soft moans filled the air through the speakers, the ripple of the water against the tub nearly overpowering both of us now.

"I'm gonna cum..." Anya moaned. "I'm gonna cum so good..."

"Me too," I huffed through clenched teeth as I kept my hand working my shaft.

"Haaah... ahhh... I... I love you..." Anya came with a gasp, her head falling back against the edge of the tub. Her words, words she probably didn't mean for me to hear, hit me like a spark to dry kindling. I came with a groan, heavy ropes spilling from my pulsing cock and flying off into the darkness.

Silence followed. I looked at the screen. Anya's eyes were still closed. I couldn't think of a joke. Just before it got awkward, her eyes opened slowly.

"Thanks..." she huffed.

"Anytime." I swallowed hard.

She tilted her head to the left with a small, casual smile.

"I'll make the proper arrangements tomorrow."

"What? What does that mean?"

She leaned in, gave the camera a kiss and ended the call, leaving me in my own mess in the dark.

*

FRONT GATE OPEN - 7:03 AM

I blinked at it, my eyes still in the deep pull of sleep. I hadn't scheduled any deliveries. No pickups or visitors either. Before I could fully register it, a sharp knock at the front door followed from downstairs.

I sat up fast, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a random shirt. It couldn't have been Ana, and there was only one other person that knew the gate code. Even if it was Ana surprising me, she wouldn't brazenly knock. I bolted downstairs, but when I reached the front door, I heard a voice I didn't recognize.

I paused for a second, my hand hovering just at the doorknob. After a deep breath, I opened it.

Anya was there, makeup free with her hair gently pulled behind her ears and a faint smirk on her face. She wore a sheer black top that clung to her chest, revealing quite a lot in the early morning sunrise. But I wasn't really surprised by her.

The woman standing beside her, Emilia Clarke in the flesh. She was bundled up in a thin knit purple sweater and jeans, a silver pendant resting just above the dip of her cleavage. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a gentle low bun, a few loose strands around her cheeks.

"Good morning," she said politely like she didn't have a clue what that enchanting smile of hers was doing to me.

Anya shifted slightly, keeping one hand in her pocket and the other resting on her hip. Her smirk deepened as her eyes danced across my stunned face.

"Anya said you might still be asleep. I told her that we should wait, maybe get some breakfast, but... she didn't listen." Emilia pouted, clasping her hands together.

I tried to speak but nothing came out.

"Is now a bad time?" Emilia asked sweetly.

My hands were still in my pockets, cold and clammy. Emilia's eyes flicked downward.

"Oh," she said with a slight tilt of her head. "Hiding your wedding band. That's very modest. Don't worry, not gonna steal ya!"

"Wha-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Anya stepped between us, hooking her arm gently through Emilia's.

"He's still just a little tired, dear. You should go inside." Anya said. Emilia gave me another warm smile as she passed, like all of this was normal. I stepped back automatically, watching them move past me like this had been rehearsed. Then I saw it.

On Anya's left hand, the hand she kept in her pocket, was a ring. A massive, pear-shaped diamond, gleaming off the sunlight that crept in. Emilia made her way deeper in the house and Anya stayed in the doorway with me.

"What the hell is going on?" I whispered.

Anya stared at the floor as she reached into the back pocket of her tight jeans, pulling out a black wedding band. She placed it in my hand.

"Play along," she urged. "Put it on."

"Anya..."

"Please. Just for now." Then she stepped inside. I watched Emilia glancing around the house and Anya following behind. I stared down at the band, swallowing hard. I slipped it on. Of course it fit perfectly.

I closed the door and walked deeper into the house. Anya was mid-tour, gesturing with her hands and explaining the open floor space like she really lived here. Emilia took it all in with glee.

"I love the fact that the kitchen isn't so far from the living space. It's a nightmare back home, especially in the dark." Emilia laughed. Goddamn that laugh was like crisp, cool air on a warm summer day.

"Thank you," Anya beamed, turning toward me and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She kissed me on the cheek. "We've made it ours."

I froze, unable to even mumble something.

"We're actually planning our anniversary next month. Panama." Anya said.

"Oh that's beautiful! I wish I'd been invited to the wedding earlier this year." Emilia sighed.

"Eh, he's a recluse and I wanted it small anyway. Big ones are just too noisy. Too many eyes, you know?" Anya smiled, wrapping her arms around mine, her hands curled lovingly around my bicep.

"Of course. That sounds like a dream." Emilia nodded.

"Also," Anya's smile curved to almost cartoonish proportions. "I've been meaning to drop the Taylor-Joy part of my name. It's always been a bit of a mouthful. Anya Tennerman rolls off the tongue better."

I was still too stunned to speak.

"Right babe?" Anya turned to me, a faux-innocent glint in her eyes.

"...Yeah. It's... yeah..." I muttered.

"You need coffee. Where's the machine?" Emilia quipped, patting me on the shoulder with another smile.

*

The coffee only sort of helped with all this Truman Show shit Anya was weaving. We'd moved to the dual couches. Emilia had shed her sweater somewhere between story two and three. Underneath it she wore a simple white tank top that was somehow more hypnotizing than Anya's see-through top. That pendant still sat on her chest, catching the light when she laughed and she laughed a lot.

Mainly because Anya was on a roll.

"We met at this tiny event in Vermont. I was just trying to get a break from it all y'know? He was all wrapped up in his work. Opposites attract and all that..." Anya shrugged, sipping her coffee casually. Terrifyingly casually.

"That's true. Sometimes you wonder how some people just work." Emilia nodded.

"Right? I knew we were soulmates though."

I sipped my coffee and tried not to make eye contact with either of them. Emilia made that way too difficult. She was everything I imagined and then some. She was very down to earth, obviously always smiling, and cracking jokes at her own expense. I was stuck on her. And Anya knew it.

"So..." Emilia started, clearing her throat with a more wicked grin. "Are you two really open-minded?"

"What?" I choked. Anya just kept smiling.

"Well, when we were on the way here, Anya said you've been... experimental. That you're open... and that made me a bit curious to hear it from you." She blushed.

Anya didn't miss a beat, placing her cup down and adjusting herself slightly.

"Well my husband does have a crush on you."

My pulse spiked as Emilia's face grew even redder.

"Really?" She chuckled. "I thought my Daenerys days would have properly cured everyone of their little fantasies. Guess not."

Then she leaned forward, drifting her hand up to play with her pendant.

"If it's true..." Emilia purred with a bat of her eyelashes. "Prove it."

Anya gave me the softest nudge with her foot.

"C'mon babe."

My mind was short-circuiting. One of the most beautiful women on the planet was asking me to prove it with Anya right next to me like she wasn't lighting me up from the inside. Every cell in my body locked up. Maybe it was the ring, maybe it was just the strangeness of the moment, but Emilia was done waiting.

She leaned in and softly pressed her lips to mine. Before the synapses in my head could register what was happening, she pulled back with a small, satisfied grin. Then Anya kissed me, pulling my head to the side with her hands and shoving her tongue into my mouth.

As Anya leaned into the kiss, one hand ran down my stomach and found the growing arousal through my sweats, the other was clamped tight around the back of my neck. When she pulled back, she gave me a little peck on the nose then glanced sideways towards Emilia.

"He's really excited..." Anya purred.

"Oh, I can tell." Emilia giggled.

"Lift your arms, babe." Anya said softly, her fingers already tugging at the hem of my shirt. I did as I was told, letting her slip and pull it off me. She tossed it behind the couch, running her warm hands down my sides like I was her favorite trophy.

Emilia literally wolf-whistled. "Jesus, do you eat any bread?"

Anya smiled at that, then kissed my jaw. "She's drooling over you, love. You gonna thank me?"

Before I could respond, Emilia chimed in.

"Take those sweats off. I want to see how much he really likes me."

Anya immediately hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my sweats, easing them down smoothly until the fabric bunched up at my ankles. My cock rose up from my legs, hard and throbbing. Emilia's cheeks went pink, genuinely stunned at what she was seeing. Anya, as usual, grinned hard.

Anya then wrapped one hand around my shaft, her fingers stroking along the base nice and slow. I groaned as my hips twitched ever so slightly.

"This is certainly a first," Emilia murmured, sliding her hands up her sides. "Making someone's husband live out his dream."

With that, she peeled her tank top up and over her head, her gorgeous, flushed breasts and curves bared to all. The only thing left was that delicate pendant. Anya kissed along my jaw as she continued to stroke my cock, playfully licking my skin. Emilia dropped to her knees, her smile plastered on her face.

She ran her hands over my inner thighs, gently rubbing them like she was trying to calm me down. Anya removed her hand from my shaft, bringing it up to my chest as she peppered the side of my face in kisses. Emilia giggled before planting a kiss on my leaking tip. I could feel her shutter against me when my pre-cum hit her lips. Emilia opened her mouth wide, taking my cock halfway into her warm, wet maw.

"Goddamn! Fu-" Anya cut me off with a firm kiss. Emilia's pace was slow, but smooth. Smooth as butter. She glided her thick lips up and down my shaft, the trail of slime getting thicker and thicker with every pass. Anya broke the kiss, moving to lick the inside of my ear.

"Feels good doesn't it?" She whispered.

I nodded softly, another yelp escaping me when I felt Emilia's heavenly soft hands cradling my sack, kneading my heavy balls with reverent grace.

"Yeah... It could be yours everyday if you'd just stop screwing around and tie the knot..." Anya purred.

Emilia gurgled around my shaft, a thick trail of spit leaking down and hitting her hand. I throbbed around the tight seal of her lips, the quake of her moans against me sending shockwaves through my entire body. Overstimulated wasn't the right word for how I was feeling. I was close and getting even closer, Emilia's tight yet sloppy seal around my cock was bending my already warped reality.

"Stop." Anya spoke up.

Emilia pulled her mouth off my cock with a reluctant groan, a thick smear of bubbly spit left behind. Anya trailed her way down my body with a series of kisses and licks until she found my cock, nibbling at the tip with a coy smirk.

"You know what's coming." Anya said, licking her bottom lip. I braced myself. Anya opened wide and took me all the way down her throat, her lips flat against my skin, her tongue pressing lightly against my sack. As usual, she kept her eyes on me the entire time as her throat sleeve squeezed me tight.

Emilia made a shock sound beside her. "She wasn't kidding."

Anya kept going, clearly just to show off for Emilia and to drive the point home that I was hers. Then she finally pulled back with a pop and a smile, nudging my cock towards Emilia. Emilia leaned forward and brushed her lips over my tip until her lips wrapped around me again. Anya's mouth moved just beneath her, moving along my slippery shaft with ease.

Anya flattened her tongue, dragging slow circles while Emilia bobbed her head just slightly. Both women hummed into my skin, slipping and sliding even faster every time I twitched. Anya and Emilia's lips met on that sensitive spot and I came hard. My cum shot out of my cock hot and fast, streaking across their lips and fingers as they stayed still in order to share it.

Anya smiled first, licking her lips in satisfaction. Anya then kissed Emilia on the cheek before looking up at me smugly. I was still trying to breathe.

"He's just a little out of it," Anya explained. "But don't worry. He'll be ready again soon."

As much as I wanted to object, Emilia was still kneeling with her eyes wide.

"How soon is soon?" She asked innocently.

"Take those pants off," Anya smirked. "He'll be ready instantly."

Emilia immediately rose to her feet to shimmy out of her jeans. The fabric hugged her thighs for just a moment before slipping right down. Anya followed along, slipping her sheer top off in one smooth motion. Then her shoes and jeans followed and in seconds, both Anya and Emilia were naked. Emilia moved first, stepping over me as I leaned back into the couch.

She took me in with her eyes first and placed her hands along the sides of my face to kiss me softly. Then she reached down to guide my cock with slow care, easing her pussy down onto me. I gasped and threw my head back as her hands moved to my shoulders. Emilia sank down onto my cock, a slow and heavy moan escaping her lips with every inch she took.