Lush Life

Early July 2019, Los Angeles, California.

It was almost dark out when the rain came. It wasn't a storm, just a light drizzle that tapped lightly against the window. I didn't have anything on the TV or the speaker system. I was still in my slacks and white dress shirt from earlier in the work day. The top button was undone and I'd rolled my sleeves past my elbows. My body had sunk into the couch, but my mind hadn't caught up yet. You know that feeling, when your day is over but your mind keeps racing?

That was until my phone dinged with a text.

Anya: Can you make a nice dinner? I'm sending guests.

I stared at the message like it might go away if I did it long enough. Didn't happen. I immediately thumbed back a reply.

Me: Who?

Anya: Some friends. Be nice. I already gave them the gate code so don't leave them out in the rain, love. xoxo

I sat up a little straighter and looked toward the door, then the window. This little game of hers still wasn't done, even if she wasn't inside my house. The sheer audacity would've pissed me off if... frankly if I didn't like it so much. I could've said no. I could've pretended to have something going on. But I didn't. She assumed I'd do it, the cooking, opening the door for people I didn't know. That I'd care.

But tonight I did care.

I pushed myself off the couch and headed to the kitchen. I was going to make meatloaf anyway, so why not spruce it up?

*

The food was almost done. I'd turned off the stove, letting the last bit of heat finish softening the carrots when I heard a knock at the door. I wiped my hands on a dishtowel and walked to the door. I opened it slowly and carefully, and the first thing I saw was a smile I recognized.

Taylor Swift's long body draped in an expensive beige raincoat with the hood still up. She looked good as always. But the person behind her, their face half hidden by the coat's wide collar, was someone I didn't recognize. She was tall, slim and curvy even through the equally expensive coat. Then she stepped forward.

Dua Lipa.

Of course I knew about her, but never this close. Her face still had that pristine, music video perfect look about it, even with her blinking water off her lashes. I barely had time to process the curve of her smirk before Taylor piped in, still cheerful and dry despite the weather.

"You gonna let us in... or should we keep enjoying the rain?"

I stepped aside. Taylor slipped out of her coat first, revealing a black cotton one-piece that hugged her figure just enough to make my eyes wander. Those endless legs of hers supported by matching black heels flashed from below the dress. Her blonde hair was clean cut into a perfect bob, topping off her face with cherry red lips and minimal eyeliner.

Dua followed suit, removing her coat nice and slow and that's when I knew this was more than a friendly dinner. Dua's dress was... something else. It was sheer, glittery silver that wasn't exactly see-through, but close enough that your eyes wouldn't need help imagining the rest. What got me the most was her expression, like she had no idea how much it showed off and how badly it had me drooling.

"You have a beautiful home, Jason." Taylor beamed.

"Thanks." I said, switching glances between both ladies.

Dua finally stepped forward, offering her hand. "Nice to meet you."

Her voice was lower than I expected. I shook her hand, trying not to look like a deer in the headlights when she smiled.

"Dinner's almost ready." I said, letting go of Dua's hand.

*

They made themselves comfortable at the dining table like they'd been here before. Taylor crossed her legs as she sat, that sleek black dress climbing just a little. Dua sat opposite to her with her arms relaxed at her sides. Her dress kept catching glimmers of light with every shift of her shoulders. They kept exchanging knowing glances, laughing lightly amongst themselves before I even walked in with the wine.

I uncorked the bottle of red and poured slowly, giving Taylor the first glass. She nodded her thanks, blowing me a playful little kiss. I moved to pour Dua's next. She watched me the whole time with that unreadable gaze that didn't seem like disinterest. More like she had all night and I was just set dressing. As I tipped the bottle, Dua's hand rose and lightly grazed my forearm.

"Thank you," she whispered.

I met her eyes with a weak smile and finished her pour. I moved to mine when Taylor broke the silence.

"Are you happy, Jason?"

I froze for half a second. The question was too casual, her tone too light. That wasn't her question. That was Anya's. Taylor smiled sweetly, but not foolishly.

"Happy?" I clarified.

"Yeah. Just curious. It's a big house but... I mean... is all this enough?"

"It's plenty. Especially when I have such... esteemed guests."

Taylor let out a small laugh and Dua just smiled softly, still swirling her wine around. I sat down slowly. In the back of my mind I could feel Anya's smile. Watching all of this play out like some filthy symphony.

Dinner started harmless enough. Taylor asked about work, Dua asked about the wine. The rain had slowed outside, finally giving me some room to think. I kept my eyes on their faces as much as I could. But every time I glanced lower, it got harder to pretend I wasn't noticing the way their legs moved under the tablecloth. Taylor crossed and uncrossed hers like a metronome, her heel brushing the marble floor with a soft tap. Dua just kept draping hers, nice and slow like she was handling relics of a long-lost time.

Then there was the food. Dua loved it. A little too much. With every bite she took, she closed her eyes for a fraction of a second. A small hum that sounded almost like a moan followed. Then she'd take a sip of her wine. Taylor noticed my shock, glancing at me over her glass with a sultry smile.

"This is incredible," Taylor said. "Seriously. I had no idea you could cook like this."

"It's just meatloaf," I shrugged, trying not to look at Dua's mouth.

"No, it's dangerous. Ricky's gonna kill me." Taylor huffed.

"Ricky?"

"My P.T. Anyway, the only way we're not going to feel guilty about eating all of it is if we go sit on the couch and... y'know, work it off." Taylor explained, stretching herself over the chair.

"Is that so?"

"That's so." She grinned.

I stood to collect the plates, somehow not realizing I was using the table to hide the serious bump in my slacks. I caught their eyes flicking down, but neither of them spoke. When I turned to put their dishes in the sink, I heard the slow click of their heels over the marble. I dried my hands on a towel and took a deep breath to control myself.

I walked over to the living room. The overhead lights made their skin look smoother and their eyes even hungrier. Taylor was already lounging on the far end of one of the couches with her legs stretched out. Dua sat on the edge of the cushions with her legs crossed, that dress still glittering in the low light.

"Come sit." Dua said with a smile, patting the space between them. I did as told, lowering myself between them and trying not to bump them. But even in trying, it happened anyway. Taylor's silky smooth thigh met mine first, then Dua's pressed in gently as she turned to face me a little more.

Just like that I was flanked.

Dua's hand found my forearm again, just absentmindedly tracing her nails over my skin as she leaned in closer. Taylor just watched me, still smiling to herself.

"When's the last time you had fun, Jason? Real fun. *Our* kind of fun."

Dua purred softly right by my ear. "Yeah... I'd love to know what kind of fun you and her have."

Her other hand brushed my knee. I figured whatever I had to say, if I had anything to say at all, wouldn't matter. I tried to think of something cool or clever, but Taylor cut me off with a soft, but firm kiss. Her mouth still held the flavor of red wine. Her fingers curled lightly under my jaw for just a second before she let go, pulling back with a smile.

"Don't starve Dua, babe. You've been teasing her all night." Taylor whispered.

I turned before I could think, before I could even catch my breath. Dua was already there, crashing her lips into mine. She slipped her tongue into my mouth with ease, growling into the kiss and gripping the back of my neck. Her other hand was lower, fumbling with my zipper without a single break in her kissing.

I felt Taylor's hand sliding lower over my chest, trailing across the buttons of my shirt. I was pinned between them, one giving me teasing rubs and the other devouring me. And underneath it all, Anya's voice still rang in the back of my skull.

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

Taylor's fingers moved with a patient rhythm, popping the cotton open and revealing my skin to the cool air. I barely had time to react before Dua's hand slid beneath the fabric, running her soft fingers over my skin.

"God..." Dua huffed, her voice smoky as her hands squeezed my pecs. Then her lips found the side of my throat while Taylor pressed to the other. I was surrounded, swallowed whole by their perfume and voracious tongues. Their mouths moved in sync like they were tasting honey off a spoon. Dua's hand wandered up my chest while Taylor's curved behind my neck.

My shirt slid off my shoulders. I had no idea where it went, and didn't care. Every kiss, every scrape of their lips across my skin made it harder to hold onto any pretense of control. I was their dessert, plain and simple. They slid my slacks down together, with Taylor working the clasp with nimble fingers and Dua guiding the zipper all the way down with an eerie calmness. I couldn't tell if that made it worse or better.

My pants dropped to my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my briefs, and even those were hanging on by a thread. Dua nearly tore them off my body as Taylor kissed along my ribcage. Dua moved between my legs with ease, her glittering dress pooling around her knees. Her hands slid up my calves and over my thighs as she trailed a line of kisses over my inner thigh.

Taylor stayed at my side as her kisses traveled back up to my neck and shoulder.

"You okay, babe?" she asked, mock-concered. "You're looking a little... overwhelmed."

I tried to answer, but Dua's mouth found my cock, pressing a light kiss to the tip. I looked down and her eyes, those fucking uncaring, endless eyes, stared back. Dua leaned in, swallowing me with ease and just letting her tongue rest against my slick skin. I twitched under her touch. Taylor giggled, resting her chin on my shoulder with a grin.

"I missed you," Taylor murmured as she continued to rub my chest.

Dua's mouth moved in a slow, steady bob. I sat there, just letting it happen as my thighs tensed up. Dua built up a solid pace, slipping and sliding her plump lips up and down my cock like I was her water in the desert. Taylor peppered my jaw in kisses, giggling to herself constantly. Dua hummed softly around my pulsing tool, the vibration shooting through my whole body.

"God, I missed watching you twitch..." Taylor purred softly.

Dua bobbed lower and deeper, adjusting her angle with zero hesitation. She brought her hand up, wrapping it around my base and twisting her hand in sync with her sloppy mouth. I groaned unashamedly, and Dua sped up, creating a hypnotizing 'slrp slrp slrp' sound. Taylor bit my earlobe, gently rubbing it between her teeth.

My ass began to rise off the couch as Dua's lips went higher, nibbling at my sensitive cockhead. Then she pulled back with a quiet pop, still effortlessly calm and composed. She sat back on her heels. Taylor was already moving in, sliding off the couch with ease and giving Dua a playful tap on the thigh as they passed each other.

"Tagging me in?" Taylor grinned.

Dua smirked, but decided to close in on me again, trailing her tongue along my sternum. Taylor settled between my legs with none of Dua's restraint. Taylor's hands were warmer on my skin, and those blues of hers burned brightly.

"You're not gonna cum, are you?" Taylor asked cutely.

I shook my head, but just barely.

"Wonderful." She grinned, opening her mouth wide and taking me deep from the first pass. Where Dua was slick and focused on technique, Taylor was generous and sloppy. She moaned softly around my cock as a heavy buildup of spit began coating my veins. Taylor always seemed so excited to blow me, and this time was no exception.

Dua stayed close, watching and smiling softly. Taylor briefly took me all the way, forcing a yelp to escape my lips. Dua held back a giggle before she moved in. For a second I figured she was just embarrassed that she'd broken her cool, but then she dropped lower again, kneeling beside Taylor.

Taylor slips her pouty lips off my cock with a nasty sound, smiling at Dua.

"Wanna help?" Taylor asked.

Dua nodded, kissing my thigh, then my hipbone, then her lips finally found the base of my shaft. Taylor shifted slightly to give her space. Then the tongue lashing began. Dua's was warm and slow while Taylor's was messy and unpredictable. They teased the same spots, drenching the same veins in thick, copious amounts of spit and giggling every time I bucked my hips.

Taylor licked smoothly along the side, her tongue brushing along Dua's cheek. Dua reached the top of my cock, then took me deep into her mouth. My legs shook as she kept her eyes on me. Taylor slipped her mouth down to my sack, cradling it between her tongue and lips and moaning like she just couldn't get enough. As Dua bobbed and Taylor skillfully suckled, I felt my balls churning.

Dua pulled back, thin strings of spit clinging to her lips and chin. "Not yet. We're not done." She huffed.

Dua returned her mouth to just the tip, slipping her lips over that sensitive spot and forcing me to grit my teeth. Dua made a waterfall of spit with such little space, I was shocked into submission, sinking myself deep into the couch as she drowned both me and Taylor in it. I let out a choked sob, but they never let up. Dua grabbed my spit-soaked base with both hands, twisting and jerking in that expert rhythm while making sure she didn't hit Taylor in the nose.

I couldn't cum. I felt like they'd kill me if I did. I was shaking now, shaking from the maddening moans and torrent of warm spit that was now leaking down Taylor's face and my inner thighs. Taylor pulled her mouth off my battered balls, smiling and sloppily kissing Dua along her jawbone.

"Look at him... he's dying." Taylor cooed. Dua slipped her mouth off my cock, but kept her tongue flat against my slit. A heavy blip of precum popped from the tip and lightly glazed her tongue and teeth. Taylor stared at me faux-innocently.

"You want more?"

I nodded a little too quickly.

"He's fun." Dua laughed. Taylor nodded in agreement, then kissed her. Their lips pressed together like they'd done it a million times before, even with the thick helping of bubbly white spit melding between them. Their tongues followed suit, dancing smoothly right over the tip of my cock and dribbling down to my pelvis. Their lips smacked softly in the quiet room, swapping spit and wine with lewd ease.

Then I looked a little lower. Between Dua's perfect legs, the glittering silver fabric of her dress had darkened. Her thighs were glossy with her own arousal. Taylor had shifted one leg, revealing the edge of her dress bunched up around her waist and her bare, gleaming pussy lips beneath. No panties. They were both soaked from sucking my cock, insatiably so.

"Look at what he's doing to us." Taylor huffed.

Dua just kissed her, then her hand started stroking me again. I groaned from her touch, but they continued to pepper each other with kisses before pulling back and leaving a shiny bridge of spit behind. Taylor lowered her gaze to my twitching dick before dropping down and swallowing me whole. Taylor sucked with sloppy bobs, a mess of blonde flying all over the place as Dua just watched.

Just as my toes started to curl, Taylor popped off and Dua immediately slid in. She licked circles around it as she lowered her head halfway, returning to stroking me just fast enough to make my head spin, but just slow enough to barely keep me on this side of the edge.

"Fuck," I barely managed to gasp. Taylor beamed at that and Dua cheekily decided to try her hand at taking me all the way. A sharp, throaty gag escaped her as a blast of spit shot from her mouth and coated my legs. Dua didn't give up, sliding back up to the tip, licking it swiftly, and then taking herself all the way back down. Taylor egged her on, playfully placing her hand on the back of Dua's head and using her like a toy over my cock.

'Slorp! Slorp! Glurk! Slorp!'

Another few seconds of this and I'd be gone, dissolving into them completely. But... they stopped. Taylor pulled Dua off my battered cock with an obscene pop. Dua gave me one final stroke before turning to lightly peck Taylor on her gummy lips.

"What... what the fuck..." I choked.

They stood and flopped on the other couch. Taylor leaned back with a satisfied little sigh.

"Wow. That was fun."

Dua curled up beside her, her dress wrapped around her waist.

"Better return the favor, cutie. I think we've earned it." Taylor purred, blowing me a kiss. Their legs draped over each other, baring their perfect, soaked pussies to me. I stood slowly, drenched in sweat and still throbbing.

"Oh?" Dua arched a brow as I approached. "You're not tired?"

"You clearly didn't believe me in the car when I told you he could go all night." Taylor giggled.

I dropped to my knees in front of Dua, immediately trailing my hands up the insides of her thighs. She didn't stop me, instead she spread her legs further. Dua's scent was unreal. I leaned in and kissed right at her folds, instantly drenching my lips. I groaned into her pussy and stuck out my tongue, desperate for a real taste. Dua gasped. Her hand went to the back of my head.

"Oh..." Dua whispered. "Ohhhh..."

I kept my tongue slow at first, teasing her folds and tracing her slickness with patience she hadn't shown me. I kept one hand on Taylor's thighs, squeezing it lightly as I reminder that I hadn't left her out. I had my other hand pressed firmly to Dua's slim stomach, holding her steady as her hips began to roll against my mouth.

"Ohhh fuckin' hell..." Dua groaned. She was wet before, but now she was dripping. I wanted her mess all over me, leaking down my stubble and chin. I slid a finger inside her while my mouth stayed on her clit.

"Fuuuckk..." Dua huffed, her back arching off the couch slightly.

She was close, so close I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled around my head. Her grip on my hair switched from confident to desperate. One more swirl of my tongue and she'd be crashing through it, but I stopped.

"Fucker..." Dua gasped.

I pressed a gentle kiss just above her slit. Then I turned to Taylor, climbing up onto the couch just a bit until we were face to face.

"Your turn," I huffed.

"Took you long enough," she smiled. Then our lips met. Taylor moaned softly into my kiss, sliding her arms around my neck as she pulled me fully into her. Our bodies pressed tight, her wetness dragging across me as she shifted her hips to remind me of what she really wanted. I was in no rush. I slid down to kiss her throat and collarbone, before dipping lower. One of her straps slipped off, and I followed it with my mouth. My tongue found her tits, gently kissing and suckling along every inch of her perfect, fleshy handfuls.

Then I dipped lower, teasing her stomach until I settled between her legs. Taylor was dripping wet and leaking her mess down onto the couch cushions. I kissed her inner thigh once, then I went right in.

"Hng..." Taylor hissed, clasping one hand to her breast and taking Dua's in the other. Taylor didn't ride my face like Dua did. She let it happen. She knew what I was capable of. I rolled and lapped around her slick, creamy folds like I'd never be able to get enough, addicted to her breathless whimpers and pants. Her stomach tightened, her hips went wild.