Chapter 609: A last Intimate moment with Elin and Freja at Rome (3) *

Freja bit her lip, watching her companion service Nathan so eagerly. Before she could think better of it, her hand slid down her own body, finding the hem of her dress and slipping beneath it. Her fingers found the dampness soaking through her undergarments and she gasped softly at her own touch.

She couldn’t help it. Watching this was too arousing, the sounds too erotic. Her fingers began to rub in small circles, chasing her own pleasure while Nathan used Elin’s mouth.

Nathan’s eyes tracked every micro-expression that flickered across Freja’s flushed features, and he couldn’t suppress the wolfish smirk that curved his lips. Her pupils had dilated, her breathing had quickened almost imperceptibly, and that pretty pink tongue had darted out to wet her lower lip while she watched Elin worship his cock with devoted enthusiasm.

"Aren’t you enjoying this quite a bit?"

The words struck Freja. Her hand—which had been creeping almost unconsciously toward the junction of her own thighs—froze mid-motion as she flinched visibly. A strangled sound escaped her throat, something between a gasp and a whimper of mortification.

She’d done it again.

The realization crashed through her with humiliating clarity. Here she was, sitting on the bed while her best friend eagerly sucked his cock, and she’d been so entranced by the sight, so aroused by the wet sounds and masculine grunts, that her body had moved of its own accord. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction, seeking relief from the molten heat pooling between her legs.

"Don’t be so embarrassed about it," Nathan murmured, his tone gentling even as his eyes blazed with dark satisfaction.

His left hand reached out and his finger warm as they cupped her burning cheek with surprising tenderness. Below, Elin continued her devoted ministrations, apparently oblivious—or perhaps deliberately ignoring—the exchange happening above her blonde head.

"Glllurrpp~~~gluuuuurpp~~~hmmfff~~~"

The obscene wet sounds of Elin’s throat working around Nathan’s impressive length filled the room, punctuated by her occasional gasps when she pulled back for air. Saliva glistened on her chin, and her eyes had taken on that glassy, fuck-drunk quality that Freja recognized from their previous encounters with Nathan.

Nathan’s right hand tangled in Elin’s hair, fingers flexing with each bob of her head, guiding her rhythm. His left remained on Freja’s face, thumb stroking along her cheekbone in a gesture that felt simultaneously comforting and possessive. Freja remained frozen beside Elin, also on her knees on the bed, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from both bodies beside her.

"You don’t have to hide anything here," Nathan continued. "Look around you. It’s just the three of us. No judgment. No shame. Just honesty."

He had a point, didn’t he? Freja’s mind raced through the implications even as arousal continued to fog her thoughts. Nathan had already been inside her. He’d explored every inch of her body, made her come, wrung pleasure from her that she hadn’t known she was capable of experiencing. And Elin... God, Elin was her best friend, the person she trusted most in the world. They’d shared everything together for years, and now they’d chosen to share Nathan too, had made that decision together.

So yes, rationally, she had nothing to hide. Nothing to be ashamed of.

But rationality had very little to do with the complicated knot of emotions tangled in her chest—desire and embarrassment and vulnerability all wound together so tightly she could barely breathe.

"So don’t be shy," Nathan said, his voice taking on that commanding edge again as his hand slid from her cheek to grasp her wrist.

Freja’s breath hitched as he guided her hand away from where it had been hovering uselessly in her lap. He drew it forward, slowly, giving her every opportunity to resist if she truly wanted to. Her fingers trembled as they approached his cock—or rather, the portion of it that Elin’s eager mouth hadn’t claimed.

Elin had managed to swallow about half his length, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, but several thick inches remained exposed above her grip. The head disappeared into her throat with each downward stroke, her neck bulging slightly from the intrusion, but the base of his shaft gleamed with her saliva, untended and waiting.

Freja resisted for several heartbeats—five, maybe six seconds where her hand remained rigid in Nathan’s grip, her muscles locked in indecision. Her mind screamed contradictory commands:

Touch him, don’t touch him, you want this, you shouldn’t want this, it’s wrong, it feels so right—

Then something inside her simply... gave up.

Surrendered.

If this was going to be their last intimate encounter before Nathan left for months—before duty and distance separated them—then shouldn’t she make the most of it? Shouldn’t she allow herself to fully experience this moment, to create memories that would sustain her through the lonely nights ahead?

The decision made, Freja shifted her position fluidly. She slid from the bed to the floor, settling on her knees on the plush carpet beside Nathan’s legs. The change in angle put her at perfect height, eye-level with where Elin’s mouth worked tirelessly.

Her hand found Nathan’s muscular thigh first, palm pressing against the hard muscle for support and balance. The heat of his skin burned through to her bones. Then, almost tentatively, she leaned forward and extended her tongue.

The first contact made Nathan grunt—a low, masculine sound that vibrated through his chest and went straight to Freja’s clit.

She licked along the exposed shaft where Elin’s lips hadn’t reached yet, tasting the salt of his skin mixed with Elin’s saliva. The texture was fascinating—silk over steel, the thin skin mobile over the rigid core beneath. She traced along a prominent vein with the tip of her tongue, following it down toward where his cock emerged from his body.

And then her eyes caught sight of his balls.

Heavy and full, they hung between his spread thighs, the skin slightly darker than the shaft above, wrinkled and textured in a way that made her mouth water inexplicably. She could see them drawing up slightly with each pull of Elin’s mouth, responding to the pleasure building in Nathan’s body.

Freja’s face burned hotter than ever. This was so dirty, so obscene. She was literally contemplating licking a man’s balls while her best friend sucked his cock. What had happened to her? When had she become this person?

But even as shame flooded through her, so did desire—hot and thick and undeniable.

She hesitated only a moment longer before leaning down, pressing her lips to the wrinkled skin experimentally. It was warmer than she’d expected, and she could feel the weight of them, could almost sense the cum gathering inside waiting to be released.

Her tongue darted out, tentative at first, tracing along the seam.

"Sluuuurrpp~~"

Nathan groaned right after. His whole body tensed and his other hand tangled harder in Freja’s locks, fingers tightening almost painfully against her scalp.

"Yeah... lick them," he commanded, voice rough and strained. "Use your mouth too. Don’t be shy now."

Freja obeyed despite the embarrassment still coursing through her. She’d started this, after all. Might as well commit fully.

"Sluuuurp~~"

She brought her hand up to cup his balls gently, marveling at their weight in her palm. They were heavier than she’d imagined, fuller, and the skin moved easily under her fingers as she explored. Then she extended her tongue again and began to lick in earnest, coating the wrinkled surface with her saliva, tracing every ridge and valley.

"Hmppfffh~~~~gluuurrrrk~~~"

From the corner of her eye, Freja could see Elin’s profile, could watch the way her cheeks hollowed with suction, how her throat convulsed as she attempted to swallow more of Nathan’s impressive length. It was genuinely one of the most erotic sights Freja had ever witnessed—her prim, proper best friend transformed into a cock-hungry slut, drool running down her chin, mascara smudging under her watering eyes.

When had they both become so shameless?

But even as the question formed, Freja knew the answer. Because being shameless with Nathan felt good. Being loved and desired and wanted felt incredible. And loving him back, expressing that devotion physically, satisfied something deep in her soul that she hadn’t known was empty.

Emboldened, Freja shifted her position again, sliding her body partially beneath Nathan’s thighs. Now her face was directly under his cock and balls, looking up at them from below. The perspective was dizzying—Nathan’s shaft disappearing into Elin’s stretched lips above her, his heavy balls hanging just above her face, his masculine scent surrounding her completely.

She licked his balls from underneath, following the seam from back to front, then parted her lips wide and carefully sucked one into her mouth.

"Oh fuck..." Nathan’s voice came out strangled, barely recognizable. His hand in her hair tightened to the point of pain, and his hips jerked involuntarily, pushing deeper into Elin’s throat.

Freja didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. Some primal part of her brain had taken over, driven by the taste of him on her tongue, the masculine sounds he was making, the pure intimacy of what they were sharing. She continued playing with his balls, rolling them gently in her mouth, coating them thoroughly with her saliva, licking and sucking with increasing confidence.

Above her, she heard Elin make a choking sound followed by desperate gasping.

"Haaah~hhaaa.... haaa..."

The wet suction sound broke as Elin pulled back suddenly, Nathan’s cock sliding free of her mouth with an obscene pop. Thick strands of saliva stretched between her swollen lips and his glistening glans, catching the light before breaking. Elin’s face was completely flushed, her chest heaving as she gulped air, but despite her obvious need to breathe, she wore the most blissed-out smile Freja had ever seen.

"My cock is free now, Freja," Nathan said, his voice colored with dark amusement and barely restrained lust. He shifted his hips slightly, and his massive erection—now unattended and pointing directly at Freja’s face—cast a shadow over her.

Freja released the ball she’d been sucking with a wet pop and looked up.

Nathan’s cock loomed above her, huge and intimidating from this angle, the thick shaft glistening with Elin’s saliva catching the ambient light. It bobbed slightly with his pulse, rock-hard and flushed deep red with arousal. A pearl of precum had formed at the tip, threatening to drip.

She glanced sideways at Elin, who was still catching her breath but watching with eager, encouraging eyes. Her best friend’s lips were swollen and red, thoroughly debauched, and somehow seeing her like that made everything feel more real, more acceptable.

Freja pulled back slightly, repositioning herself to face Nathan’s cock head-on rather than from below. From this angle, she could truly appreciate its size—the way it curved slightly upward, the network of veins running along the shaft, the way the head flared wider than the shaft itself.

"W...what am I even doing..." Freja whispered, the words tumbling out unbidden.

Her eyes were actually tearing up from the overwhelming combination of embarrassment and arousal. This was so far beyond anything she’d imagined for herself. Sweet, studious Freja who’d been a virgin and untouchable until now, now kneeling between a man’s legs with her best friend, taking turns worshipping his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But even as she spoke the words, even as tears of mortification pricked her eyes, she felt herself being pulled forward as if by invisible strings. Her hand reached out of its own accord, fingers wrapping around Nathan’s thick shaft just below where Elin’s hand had been. The heat of him burned into her palm, and she could feel his pulse through the rigid flesh.

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the swollen head. The taste of him—salt and musk and something uniquely Nathan—exploded across her tongue. That pearl of precum smeared against her lips, and without thinking she licked them, gathering the salty essence.

"Sluuuuurppp~~"

Then she extended her tongue and began to lick the glans properly, tracing around the ridge, dipping into the slit to gather more of his flavor, coating every inch of the sensitive head with her saliva while her hand slowly stroked the thick shaft.

Nathan’s groan of pleasure rumbled through his entire body, and Freja felt her own pussy clench in response, empty and aching and so desperately wet she could feel her arousal beginning to soak through her panties.

Freja took a shaky breath, her fingers still wrapped around Nathan’s thick shaft, and made her decision. Her lips parted wider, stretching to accommodate his girth as she slowly took him into her mouth.

"Hmmphhh~~"

The grunt of discomfort was immediate and involuntary. He was

big

—far too big for her small mouth, really—and the stretch burned at the corners of her lips as she tried to accommodate him. Her jaw ached almost immediately, forced to open wider than felt natural, and she could feel her teeth grazing slightly against his shaft despite her best efforts to keep them covered.

But she didn’t stop.

She pushed forward, taking another inch, then another, her tongue flattening beneath the weight of him. The taste intensified—salt and musk and that indefinable essence that was purely Nathan flooding her senses. Her eyes watered from the strain, from the way he pushed toward the back of her mouth, threatening her gag reflex.

"Glllkkk~~~ Hmmphhh~~~ hmmfff..."

The lewd, wet sounds spilled from her stretched lips as she began to move, bobbing shallowly at first. Saliva pooled around her tongue, having nowhere else to go, and began to leak from the corners of her mouth. She could feel it running down her chin, could hear the obscene slurping noises she was making, but she couldn’t bring herself to care anymore.

Her hand remained wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth—which was still a considerable amount. She hollowed her cheeks, creating suction, and was rewarded with a deep groan from Nathan above her.

"Fuck, Freja... just like that..."

His praise sent a spike of pleasure straight through her core. Her thighs pressed together desperately, seeking friction, as she continued to work his cock with increasing desperation. The discomfort didn’t disappear—her jaw still ached, her eyes still watered, her throat still protested the intrusion—but it all melted into the background against the overwhelming need to please him, to hear more of those delicious sounds.

"Sluuurrrp~~Hmmmphh..."

Then, from beside her, movement caught her attention.

Elin had recovered from her breathless interlude and was now shifting closer, drawn back into their orbit by the sight of Freja’s devotion. She settled on her knees right next to Freja, their shoulders brushing, their faces inches apart as they both focused on Nathan’s body.

Her hands found Nathan’s muscular thighs, gripping for purchase as she leaned down toward his heavy balls.

Freja felt rather than saw when Elin’s mouth made contact. Nathan’s whole body jerked, his hips pushing forward involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into Freja’s mouth and making her gag.

"Gllkkk!"

"Fuck," Nathan gasped out, his voice strained to breaking.

Elin was licking his balls now with the same devoted attention Freja had shown earlier, but with maybe more confidence. Her tongue traced along the wrinkled skin, coating it with fresh saliva, before she opened wide and carefully sucked one into her mouth.

"Hmppphhh~~"

The vibration of Elin’s moan traveled through Nathan’s balls, up through his cock, and Freja could actually

feel

it against her tongue.

Nathan’s hands flew to both their heads, fingers tangling in brown and blonde hair simultaneously. His grip was tight—possessive and desperate—as he held them both in place. Not forcing, exactly, but definitely guiding, controlling the pace and depth of their ministrations.

"Both of you... fuck... your mouths..."

His words dissolved into incoherent groans as they worked him over. Freja bobbed faster now, taking him as deep as she could manage—about halfway down his length—while Elin sucked and licked at his balls with single-minded devotion. Their rhythm wasn’t coordinated, wasn’t planned, but somehow it worked. When Freja pulled back to catch her breath, Elin would suck harder. When Elin released his balls to lick along the underside of his shaft, Freja would take him deeper.

The sounds filling the room were absolutely filthy—wet sucking, desperate moaning, the slap of saliva-slicked skin, Nathan’s increasingly ragged breathing.

"Sluuuurrrp~~gluuurp~~~Hmmmphhh..."

"Hmpff~~...

pop

... haaahhh..."

Freja’s hand joined Elin’s on Nathan’s thighs, both of them gripping the hard muscle, anchoring themselves as they worshipped his cock and balls. Drool ran freely down both their chins now, creating wet spots on their clothes and on the carpet beneath them.

They must look absolutely wrecked. Debauched. Like proper sluts.

The thought should have mortified them. Instead, it made both their pussies clench with desperate need.

Nathan’s breathing grew increasingly ragged, his muscles tensing beneath their hands and mouths. His cock seemed to swell even larger in Freja’s mouth—something she wouldn’t have thought possible—and she could feel it pulsing against her tongue.

"Fuck... I can’t... I’m gonna..."

The warning came through gritted teeth. Nathan’s hands tightened almost painfully in their hair, and suddenly he was pulling—yanking Freja off his cock with enough force that she gasped as he popped free from her lips.

His cock bobbed between them, angry red and glistening with saliva, the head nearly purple with need. Nathan’s hand immediately wrapped around his shaft and began stroking—fast, almost violent movements, his fist flying up and down his length.

"Open your mouths..." He grunted.

Elin complied immediately, understanding exactly what was about to happen. She sat back on her heels, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth wide—tongue extended, eyes locked on Nathan’s face with complete submission, completely lost in the act as if her whole personality had shifted.

But Freja hesitated, confusion mixing with her arousal.

"What—"

She didn’t get to finish the question.

Nathan groaned—a deep, guttural sound that seemed to come from his very soul—and then he was coming.

The first thick rope of cum shot from his cock with surprising force, hitting Freja squarely across her face before she could react. The hot, thick fluid splashed across her cheek, her nose, catching in her eyelashes.

"Haah!" Freja yelped in shock, flinching but not pulling away.

Nathan adjusted his aim with the second pulse, directing his cock toward Elin’s waiting mouth. The white stream landed perfectly on her extended tongue, pooling there before she instinctively swallowed with a satisfied moan.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

The third rope painted Elin’s face, catching her across her closed eyes and the bridge of her nose. The fourth went back to Freja, landing across her lips and dripping down to her chin. Nathan’s hand never stopped moving, milking every drop from his cock as he aimed back and forth between them.

Hot, thick cum continued to shoot in powerful spurts—hitting their foreheads, their hair, their necks. It was messy, excessive, marking them both completely. The musky scent filled the air, and Freja could taste it on her lips where it had landed, salty and bitter.

Nathan groaned, his hips jerking with each pulse, his hand slowing as the spurts became less forceful but no less copious.

Freja knelt there in shock, feeling the warm fluid sliding down her face, dripping from her chin onto her clothes. She could feel it cooling in her hair, on her neck, catching in her eyelashes. It was everywhere—painting her like some kind of obscene artwork.

Beside her, Elin looked equally thoroughly marked. Cum dripped from her nose, her chin, matted in her blonde hair. What hadn’t hit their faces had splattered across their necks, their clothes, even a few drops that had reached their chests.

They looked absolutely

ruined

.