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August 8, 2005, Lincoln, Massachusetts

Sloane, the Miller brothers, Bill, and Frank sat around in a circle in the living room of the Lincoln house sipping their morning coffee. The QZ-ers had just brought the couple a whole haul of goodies that they’d had on their wish list for months, and Joel was reaping the rewards happily as he indulged in java–a luxury that was rarely afforded to him. There was a childlike happiness in his chocolate colored eyes that paired strangely on his face with his usual stern countenance. But it was a welcomed one nonetheless; Sloane thought that it suited him. 

“You know…” Frank began as he set his mug down on the coaster. “My birthday’s today, and I would like to have a dinner party of sorts if you three are inclined to join us.”

Bill stifled his eyeroll. It was evident that he loved Frank with his entire being, but what he didn’t love was having a bunch of people in his house. The homeowner made sure to make that abundantly clear to Sloane and the guys. Frank, on the other hand, was the complete opposite; he loved all things social and was desperate for connection. Sloane called him the host with the most, and he always got a kick out of it.

Sloane chewed on her lip as she waited for Joel to speak; he often was the decision maker of their merry little band. If it were up to Sloane herself, she would’ve said 'YES' as soon as the words left her ears. Joel looked at Tommy and Sloane briefly, and she held her hands up in the praying position as if begging him to agree. 

Joel nodded his head as he took a long sip of coffee. “We’d be happy to, Frank. Happy Birthday.” 

Sloane nearly squealed because that meant that she got to spend another night in the luxury of the Lincoln house. The Boston QZ and all its squalor would be there waiting for them when they got back. She got up from her seat and clasped Frank on the back. “Yes! Happy Birthday!” she parroted. “If I’d known I woulda gotten you somethin!” 

Frank shook his salt-and-pepper head. “You three have already done more than right by me. I finally got my hands on those pumpkin seeds that I’ve been wanting. I want to carve Jack-o-lanterns this Halloween.” 

Sloane gave him a wide smile as the statement both enthralled and shattered her. She’d almost forgotten that something as trivial as carving pumpkins was a tradition that she missed so much that her chest ached just thinking about it. Such things had been lost on her since the Outbreak. “That sounds mighty nice, Frank,” she replied gently.

Frank got up from his seat too and put his arm around Sloane. “Come with me. We’ve got to pick out something for you to wear tonight from the boutique.” 

Sloane looked at her reflection in the mirror, and for the first time in recent memory, she felt like she looked like a real person. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail with a small piece of hair framing her face on either side. Thanks to Frank’s generosity, she was outfitted in a strappy white calf-length sundress that was decorated with a pattern of tiny bluebell flowers. The five foot ten woman stood two inches taller from the tan wedged heels that he insisted that she wear. But the most exciting thing of all for Sloane was the red lipstick that stained her lips–something she’d found on the cosmetic counter at the boutique. This is a far cry from the cowboy hat and boots I normally got on. It’s different. Good different. 

Sloane smiled to herself and gave her reflection an approving nod. Her heels clacked on the floor as she went to move to the stairwell, and she swayed slightly trying to keep her footing. It had been a long time since Sloane had worn such shoes. There was something electric in her veins once she hit her stride; the femininity that was exuding off of her was something that she hadn’t thought that she’d missed. 

She went to take her first ginger step, when she looked up at the sound of a whistle being loosed from someone’s chest. “Golly, Savage. You clean up nice!” Tommy exclaimed with a cheeky wink. Tommy’s onyx eyes were glittering as they normally did, clad too with a smile on his face. His curly, raven hair was pulled back too in a way that revealed his handsome dark features. He wore a simple white button down, tan khaki pants, and brown loafers.

Sloane cocked her head. “Not so bad yourself.” 

Once she made it to the last three steps, Tommy held out his hand to her to help her the rest of the way down. The chivalrous act made Sloane feel even more beautiful. Normally things like that bugged her, but tonight, she adored it. His large hands were smooth and warm, and when she was at the bottom, he didn’t let go. Tommy moved her hand above her head and gave her an expectant raise of his brows. “Go awn, spin for me.” 

Sloane threw her head back and laughed as she spun. Tommy’s lip darted out to wet his lip, and Sloane found herself biting hers which shocked her. She and Tommy had become good friends, sharing a bed together when they came to the Lincoln house, but she never saw him as more than that. But there was something different in his approach on this night–something dangerous like Pandora’s box. There could either be a million dollars in the box or a bomb, and Sloane was considering whether or not she was feeling lucky. 

Tommy led her to the living room, and she was greeted by Frank. They talked for a long while, but every so often, Sloane couldn’t help but notice Joel sitting in the arm chair, legs crossed and holding a glass of bourbon in his calloused hands while he spoke to Bill. Joel was a mystery wrapped in an enigma, and that invited Sloane to want to know more about him. Plus, there was something to be said about how gorgeous he looked in his blue button down, navy slacks, and black dress shoes. His dark brown hair was slicked back, showcasing his sharp jawline and aquiline nose. The sight was enough to make Sloane’s breath catch in her throat for a moment. 

The conversations had moved along, and so did Joel as he excused himself to the front porch. Sloane followed behind him and caught the screened door before it slammed. Joel leaned himself against the wall. Sloane went over to him with a mischievous smile. She narrowed her brown eyes playfully. “Well I’ll be damned. Who are you and what did you do with Joel Miller cause you look too damn nice to be him.”

Joel clicked his tongue and rolled his own brown eyes. The button down shirt fit him snugly, showcasing his powerful body that could be hidden under his choice flannels that he wore. Sloane couldn’t help but look him up and down, over and over. “Shit, right back at you, Slo. I reckon this the first time I seen you without mud cakin yourself.” 

Sloane took a smug sip of her wine and lobbed her head to the side as drunkenness began to overcome her. Sloane was already inherently bold, but alcohol increased that tenfold. “So you’re sayin I look nice, Joel?” she cooed, her voice husky. His name tasted good in her mouth. She decided to double down. “You said your favorite color’s blue, didn’t you?”

Joel cleared his throat as if something were lodged in it as he shifted. “Yeah, but your dress is white.” 

Sloane touched the pattern on her breast. “With blue flowers on it. See?”

Joel looked down at her chest and then back up just as quickly as if he were caught red handed. He held her gaze as he replied, “I reckon it does. It suits you.” 

Sloane had been fishing, it was true, but the compliment warmed her from the inside out because it came from him. And if one thing was for certain, Joel Miller would never lie. He told the truth even when it wasn’t the wisest to do so. Sloane touched her finger to her lip and leaned in closer, and before she could say something, she felt a tug at her arm. She turned around and saw Tommy. 

“Hey, you two,” Tommy greeted them. He looked briefly at his older brother. “Mind if I steal Savage away from you?”

Joel gestured with his glass. “Go right head.” 

Sloane was a tad mournful as Tommy whisked her away. As he did so, he leaned down to her, his voice a gruff whisper, “Want to go for a walk?” He held out his hand to her.

Sloane looked down and debated. She leaned her head back and drained the rest of the wine down her throat, handing the empty glass to Joel. Joel took the glass with questioning furrowed brows. Sloane gave Tommy a friendly grin and took the hand extended to her. “Sure, Tommy.” There was a faint hint of relief in his eyes as if he’d been expecting her to say no. 

There was a hint of chill in the late summer air, but it was invigorating as it cooled down Sloane’s drunken flush. Tommy’s hand had instinctively begun to squeeze hers as they walked–the sounds of Sloane’s heels clicking as they did. She was swaying slightly, so she stopped them for a brief moment as she reached down. “One doggone minute, these shoe straps are diggin into my ankles.” Sloane took off her shoes, leaving her barefoot, and she grabbed the heels in a bundle in one hand. She grabbed Tommy’s hand again. “Sorry bout that. It was drivin me damn near crazy.” 

“Here.” Tommy gestured his hand for her to hand them over.

“You don’t have–”

“I want to, Savage,” Tommy cut her off. “Let me do somethin nice for you and give ‘em here.” 

She gave him a curious smile as she bit her lip. “Well, alright then.” Tommy held the shoes for her as they made their way down the street, admiring how the ghost town looked under the streetlights. Sloane couldn’t shake the feeling of having stepped back in time, like she was walking home from a long night at the bar with a handsome man. Sloane tried to soak the moment into her bones: the way the crickets chirped, the way the cool concrete felt under her feet, and the way Tommy kept peeking at her through his peripheral vision–everything. 

“Tommy?” Sloane asked suddenly.

“Yeah?”

“You’re a good man,” she replied softly. “A real goodun.” 

Tommy was quiet for a second before replying, “Thanks, Savage, but I ain’t. Not after the things I done.” There was a melancholy in his voice that made Sloane look at him–really look at him.

“We all done things we ain’t proud of. Me included,” she countered, trying to reroute the somber tone the conversation had taken. 

Tommy shook his head softly. “Not like what I done, you ain’t.” He sucked on his teeth before continuing, “Before me and Joel met you, we was doin all kinds of fucked up shit, Savage. To people who ain’t deserve it.” 

Sloane frowned at his confession, not out of disgust, but sympathy. “It’s a dog eat dog world. You were just tryna survive.” 

“But I–”

Sloane stopped them at the edge of the street and sat them down on a metal bench. She held both of Tommy’s hands in hers and turned her body to face him. She wanted him to really hear her when she said, “You stop it right now.” Tommy looked down, his forehead creased in shame. Sloane cupped his cheek with one hand, and he looked up at her with wide onyx eyes as if he’d just been electrocuted. “You was just tryna survive, Tommy,” she reaffirmed while nodding.

Tommy’s eyes drifted a few times from her eyes to her lips. Not before long, Tommy had leaned in and grabbed her neck as he slotted his lips against hers. Sloane made a small surprised noise before letting herself fall into the kiss. Tommy skipped over the polite entrance of having his lips greet hers, for his were on a search and destroy mission to claim them. He kissed her deeply as if he needed to suck the very breath from her to survive. 

The undaunted surety in his approach lit Sloane’s insides up. If she were a gallon of gasoline, then Tommy was a flicked match, and together, they were going up in smoke. Sloane moaned into his mouth as they took turns nipping each other’s lips. She let her fingers grasp his cheeks to pull him closer to her still. Sloane was nothing short of hypnotized; she was nothing and nowhere, yet everything and everywhere. She let her tongue slip into his mouth, and it found Tommy’s easily and without purchase. They swirled together into each other’s mouths, wet and needy, as they exchanged the taste of sweet alcohol. Suddenly a realization struck Sloane as crushing and grounding as a physical blow. Joel’s on the porch.

Sloane immediately pulled away and felt her cheeks grow hot. Tommy wordlessly queried as if he could find the answer on her face as to why she had a sudden change of heart. She rubbed the back of her neck and cleared her throat. “We have, uh, well, surveillance.” She tried to gesture to Joel covertly.

Tommy turned his head around and locked eyes with Joel, who’d been watching them the whole time. He turned back to her with furrowed brows. “Who? Joel? He don’t care none.” 

Sloane bit her lip. “I do,” she admitted. Her eyes widened at her confession, and she tried to smooth it over. “I mean on account I’ve only known ya’ll for a small beat now, and I ain’t want him to get the wrong impression…”

She could tell that Tommy was struggling to see her logic. He rested his hand on her thigh. “He knows you well enough to know you ain’t like that. C’mon now, you know that much.” 

Sloane sighed and rolled the sudden tension from her body. She didn’t know why she was reacting this way; it was just a night of innocent passion, and yet the weight of Joel’s stare pressed down on Sloane like ten thousand tons of steel. She shrugged as she said, “I just want some privacy, I reckon.” 

Tommy licked his lips and grinned–teeth and all. He rose from the bench and extended his hand to her once more. Even in the dimness of the dusk, Sloane could see how his twinkling onyx eyes had become blown black with lust. Tommy cocked head and spoke, his voice edged in something dangerous, “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t oblige, now would I?” 

Sloane tittered and let herself be led. Tommy took her to the side of the boutique–obscuring them from the prying eyes of onlookers. The only thing they saw was each other under the pale moonlight. Tommy backed her up against the shop’s siding, and he closed the distance. He reached for her cheek and let his thumb brush up against Sloane’s bottom lip causing her to look up at him in urgency. She felt a torrent of heat overtake the space between her thighs. Sloane had subconsciously begun rubbing her thighs together in hopes of alleviating the growing desire. A few moments passed, and all he did was look at her. 

Tommy let his fingers run along the delicate skin on her neck, and shivers danced down Sloane’s spine. A weather system of air hit the exposed skin as his hot breath mixed with the chilly night. Something broke in Tommy’s throat before he leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to her neck. Sloane tilted her head back, leaning into them to collect as many kisses as possible. There was no running from or hiding what she was feeling as she moaned under him. Sloane caught a ghost of a smile on Tommy’s lips as his hands pushed each of the dress straps down. His kisses trailed as the garment slipped further down her body, and soon, her peach pink nipples were exposed to the air. They’d hardened like diamonds to the point that they almost hurt, and Tommy soothed and tormented one as he pinched in between two fingers.

“Tommy,” Sloane breathed in euphoria. It felt like ages since she’d been touched by another, and while she was slightly bewildered that the person working on her was Tommy Miller, she let herself fall into it despite herself. It wasn’t that she couldn’t like him in that way, it was because she hadn’t thought of it. He’d been in front of her the entire time, and all she saw was a friend. But friends don’t do what Tommy was doing to Sloane…

“I been waitin for this since that night we sat up drinkin shine together,” he explained with wreckage in his voice. 

He been thinkin about this since the first night we met? Somehow she found the news to be both obvious and shocking. All the pieces had begun to click together in Sloane’s wine-logged brain. The flirty banter, the eyes, the way he wrapped his arm around her torso when they shared a bed…and there was the matter of how he was always glued to her hip when they went on a supply run. 

“Fuck me,” Sloane replied, her words somewhere between a declaration and a plea.

Tommy leaned down to lavish one of her breasts with his tongue. He alternated between biting and suckling it, until taking it on into the heat of his mouth entirely. Sloane whimpered underneath him and bucked herself at him. “Right here, right now?” he asked against her flesh. 

“Now,” was all Sloane could muster without beginning to become a pleading puddle of mess.

Tommy was silent as he moved to her other breast. The lewd sounds of his wet mouth mingled with those of the night around them. He flicked her nipple with his tongue a few times before unlatching. Tommy continued to knead the flesh as he replied, “I dunno, Savage. I reckon I want our first time to be somewhere other than the side of a buildin.” 

His response annoyed her because she felt as if she were about to jump out of her skin. Tommy was taunting and teasing her–dangling a metaphorical carrot in front of her face as if she were a horse. Sloane wanted to be fucked. And thoroughly. Her voice was low and raspy as she retorted, “I need you to cowboy up right the fuck now, Tommy.” 

Tommy laughed against her skin, the buzz of it reverberating into her very being. He was all too pleased with himself and his ability to get her worked up, but Sloane was struggling to find the punchline. It was because she couldn’t remember the last time she felt like she needed something so desperately. Tommy crouched down on his knees and lifted the skirt of Sloane’s dress. “Hold this,” he instructed her. Sloane did as she was told, holding the hem of it between clenched fists. His warm hands ran up her thighs and tugged on either side of her underwear. It pooled at her bare feet. 

“What’re you doin?” Sloane queried, her breath hitching as she felt him kiss her inner thigh. 

“I’m cowboyin the fuck up, ma’am,” he teased. One of his fingers ran along her wet folds and collected her slick onto it. Tommy raised the finger to his mouth and tasted her. He groaned at the taste, and the desire it was riddled with shook something in Sloane’s gut. He craned his head up to look at her. “Hold on tight, cowgirl, cause I’m gonna eat you alive.” 

Accepting no room for rebuttals, protests, or praises, Tommy’s tongue ran against Sloane’s core in a long stripe. She let out a desperate whine as she grabbed his head and thrust him closer against her. His onyx eyes watched her as he began to work, and the sight made Sloane double over inside. She never thought that Tommy would be eating her out, but lo and behold, there they were, and it felt divine. 

One of Sloane’s hands drifted to her clit, and she encircled it fervently. Tommy murmured against her pussy before spearing his tongue and dunking it into her. “Mmm. Tommy, Tommy, Tom–” Sloane sung his name in praises. Although his work was exemplary, Sloane only had one thing on her mind as she saw the outline of Tommy’s large cock straining against his pants. “I need your cock.” The omission came freely and easily. Her mind was swimming with drink, and still it felt like one of the easiest things she’d ever admitted. 

Tommy took his mouth away to answer her, quelling her by sinking two thick fingers into her cunt. Sloane muttered a slurry of cusses by the delightful onslaught. They disappeared and reappeared from her warm heat at a quickening pace. “You’ll get it, baby. First you gotta come.” 

Now that she knew Tommy burying his dick between her thighs was imminent, Sloane could focus on the compounding pressure in her gut. It had been building steadily, but now, she could feel the true degree of intensity. Sloane moaned again as the simultaneous feelings threatened to overwhelm her: her finger circling her clit and him finger fucking her while he lavished her folds with his tongue. She felt her body jerk as Tommy nipped at her clit. “That’s it, baby.” 

Sloane’s back arched against the wall as a mewl drawled from her throat–long and guttural. “F-fuck, I’m coming.” 

Tommy took her words as the green light to go harder, his tongue swipes becoming more punishing and his fingers moving faster within her. Her core tightened around him, and her body began to quiver. “Oh my– Oh my–” Sloane exclaimed. “Tommy, oooh, FUCK!”

Tommy didn’t relent as he goaded her through her orgasm. When she finished, he withdrew his fingers and rose on his feet. Once he was eye-to-eye with Sloane, something dark in his eye stirred as he said, “Open.” 

Still reeling from her release, her obedience was almost mechanical. She’d been given one orgasm by Tommy Miller and suddenly the loud and opinionated Sloane Savage was nothing short of bumbling. Her mouth opened, accepting his fingers within it and closing around them. Tommy watched through hooded eyes as Sloane tasted herself on his fingers. He withdrew them slowly until they were out with a lewd pop. 

Tommy shook his head in disbelief. “I swear to God, sometimes I think you ain’t real.” His adoration for her was not only in his eyes and his words, but within his very countenance. “You pretty little thing.”

“Please,” she replied instantaneously, not forgetting about his promise as her fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper. Sloane didn’t grovel, but she was getting dangerously close to it if Tommy withheld from her one second longer. 

Her words broke something within him. Before she knew it, he’d spun her around so that her breasts pressed against the siding. Sloane heard the clinking of metal and the rustling sounds of fabric. Tommy’s fingers dug into her hips as if staking his ownership in them. He yanked her back closer to him, and he smacked his rock hard cock onto her ass cheeks. Sloane turned her head around to catch sight of his member, and her mouth went dry when she beheld it. To put it simply, Tommy was very well endowed, and Sloane knew somehow inherently that she wouldn’t be found wanting in the slightest. 

“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice thin as he held himself back. 

“Yes,” Sloane replied as she wiggled her ass against him impatiently. 

There was no further deliberation needed for Tommy. He lined himself up at her entrance and plunged himself into her channel. Sloane’s knees buckled as she cried out. She felt him sheath himself all the way to her hilt, and yet Sloane craved more still. Tommy stifled his broken groans by kissing and biting her shoulder while he squeezed her other one as if to keep her in place. Tommy set an even pace, but as Sloane got wetter, each snap of his hips became more punishing as he bottomed out inside of her. Sloane’s cheek was pressed up against the siding as she let Tommy have his way with her. There was nothing she needed to do but enjoy the way her pussy stung gloriously by the way he spread her folds apart. 

As she stood there taking him, her chest still rose and fell with effort because her whimpers and moans punctuated each undulated motion of Tommy. And while the night grew colder still, Sloane’s skin was as red hot as an inferno both from the drink and passion that exploded within her.

“Yeah, do you like that, baby?” Tommy grunted as his balls clapped into her ass.

“Fuck yes,” Sloane cooed, letting her eyes close. “Yes, yes, yes, Tommy.” 

“I love the way you say my name. Say it again,” he begged hungrily as he brought one hand up to palm her breast. 

Sloane bit her lip and smirked. “Oh, Tommy. Fuck me, Tommy.”

“Jesus fuck, Sloane!” A guttural growl rolled off Tommy’s lips as his hips began to sputter. Sloane could feel herself clench tighter around him with each passing second, as if her pussy was threatening his cock to give it to her hard and fast. “I can’t– I’m not–” Tommy stammered as he hammered into her. “Gonna last much longer.” 

“Me either if you keep goin like that,” Sloane replied as she arched her back more to seat him even higher. The tightly wound coil within her began to release itself. It only took three more thrusts for her to say, “I’m coming!”

“Where do I?” Tommy huffed as his fingers dug into her sides again. 

Sloane leaned her head back as she rode the wave. “Inside me,” she breathed. “Come inside me.” 

Tommy gave her a needy groan as his pace slowed. He pushed himself even deeper into her wet heat. The invitation had Tommy spilling inside of her, his body jolting with euphoria behind her. It was as if his body was shaking from his orgasm, and for a few stunning moments, Tommy’s breath panted against her neck as Sloane felt their intermingling spent dribble down her thigh. Sloane let out a long contented sigh as Tommy withdrew himself from her. The skirt of her dress fell down as she reached to pull her underwear back on. She tucked her breasts back into her dress and leaned against the wall, waiting expectantly for him to speak. 

Tommy loosed a low whistle and shook his head as he tucked himself back into his pants. “I can’t believe that we–” he stopped himself, and Sloane swore that if it were daylight, she’d be able to see crimson heat on his cheeks. “You’re goddamned unbelievable.” Sloane said nothing at all as she grabbed his face and pulled him into a long torrent of kisses. With one final suck on his bottom lip, she let him go again. Tommy rubbed his neck–dumbstruck. “Did you enjoy it?”

His trepidation was charming to Sloane. He’d just fucked her like his life depended on it and still her opinion made him uneasy. “It was amazin,” she replied genuinely. Her lip quirked into a side-smile. “Who knew you had it in you?”

Tommy gave her a playful growl and grabbed her ass with both hands as he kissed her. “Don’t tease me or I’ll push you back up against this wall all over again, Savage.”

“As much as I’d like that,” Sloane replied as she sobered. “We’ve gotta birthday party to get back to. C’mon.” 

Frank, Bill, and Joel sat in front of a roaring fire with a round of whiskey in highball glasses. Joel’s stare bore into Sloane, hot and heavy, as if he were walking the line between scolding and surveying. She felt suddenly self-conscious, hugging her arms around herself to soothe and perhaps even hide. 

“Where did you two run off to?” Frank asked with a bright, chipper smile. 

“We uh–” Sloane began.

“Just uh–” Tommy interrupted. Sloane chewed on her lip and waited for Tommy to speak. “Went to show Savage that creek ya’ll got on the northside of the property.” She smiled and nodded as if to corroborate the story, avoiding the eye contact of the eldest Miller brother. 

“Oh, how lovely,” Frank commented. He pointed around his mouth. “Tommy, you’ve got a little…You too, Sloane.” His gray brows raised playfully as if he were in on a joke and they weren’t.

Tommy and Sloane exchanged worried glances, and when she caught sight of him, she muttered to herself, “Fuck.” Her red lipstick had smudged all around his mouth, and her eyes widened to ask Tommy, ‘Me too?’ He nodded slightly, and she brought a hand up to wipe her mouth. Talk about getting caught red handed. Sloane felt like she was having one of those dreams where she was standing stark naked in front of a room full of strangers. She felt exposed and judged. She wasn’t ashamed of sleeping with Tommy–not by a long shot; it was the fact that everyone knew their secret before she felt comfortable telling it. The truth always outs, huh?

Sloane did one of her counterfeit, silver laughs to make it seem like she was in on the joke too. “Oops!” she commented casually. She clicked her tongue and looked down at her small watch. “Golly, it’s gettin late. I think I’m gonna head to bed. I had a mighty fine time celebratin you, Frank.” 

Frank chuckled and nodded. “Goodnight, Sloane. I think we’ll be off to bed shortly too. See you in the morning.” 

“See you in the morning.” She bid them goodbye. Her gaze was boobytrapped into Joel’s momentarily, and in a panic, they darted away to Tommy’s. He was giving her a wide eyed gaze of his own because she was fleeing the scene. Sloane gave him an apologetic half-smile and took off for the stairwell. 

“I ought to turn in too,” Tommy agreed with a fake yawn and stretch. “Early mornin tomorrow.” 

“Just don’t get any of your…fluid on my bed sheets,” Bill commented somewhere between a warning and joke. Sloane facepalmed herself when she heard this. 

Chapter Text

August 8, 2005, Lincoln, Massachusetts continued 

Once the spare bedroom door closed behind him, Tommy leaned against it and sighed. “You left me to flounder down there.” 

“I know, I know,” Sloane acknowledged as she shimmied out of her dress. She went over to the dresser to grab her oversized tee. “I’m sorry. They was just all sittin around the fire like a damned boy’s club, and I panicked!” 

Tommy shrugged nonchalantly. “I told you, they don’t care none. They was just pokin fun. We don’t need to keep it a secret.” She could see a hint of hurt on his face. “I mean…do you regret it or somethin?”

Sloane’s shoulders sagged, and she pressed her hand to her temple. Sloane wasn’t able to articulate what she was feeling because she wasn’t even quite sure what it was just yet. She just knew that she wasn’t ready to announce to Joel and two of their closest friends that she and Tommy were…whatever they were. “No, I just–” she struggled. “Don’t see how it’s anyone’s business but ours.” 

A wash of relief washed over Tommy’s tentative face. He came over to her and raised her chin with his finger. Tommy kissed her feather-light, and Sloane smiled softly against it. “Then we gonna need to be quiet in this bed,” Tommy whispered in her ear.

Sloane cocked her head suggestively. “Who said you was gonna get some anyhow?”

Tommy’s chest puffed out slightly as he gave her a grin. “I just have a feelin.” His smooth, large hands snaked under her shirt and found her bare breast. As he pawed it with one hand, he used his other to take her tee off. Tommy pressed open mouth kisses along her collarbone. “I coulda told you not to put that on.” 

Sloane’s head lobbed to the side as Tommy showered her in kisses. His hands trailed down her sides, and he snapped the elastic of her underwear against her skin. “Take these off, baby,” he growled in her ear.

A small smirk appeared on her lips as her eyes fell closed, relishing in the interspersed kisses. “Make me,” she teased. 

As if faster than the speed of light, Tommy lifted her up and brought her over to the bed. He dropped her onto it, and he slithered up between her legs. With a show of force, he shoved Sloane’s legs open even wider so that her clothed pussy was on display. He trailed kisses up her inner thigh, and when he came dangerously close to her burning hot center, he bit her once and hard. 

“Oww,” Sloane puffed out her lower lip and whined. “What was that for?”

Something darkened in Tommy’s eyes. His usual easygoing lightheartedness was exchanged for something deeper, more possessive. He bit her again, and Sloane jolted. “I said, take ‘em off.” 

A knowing smile spread across Sloane’s face. She leaned herself up on her elbows and leveled him a glance as she raised her chin. “And I said make me.”

The next thing that Sloane knew, she heard the sound of fabric ripping. Tommy had torn the fabric clean off of her. He raised the pink and gray polka dotted underwear up so that she could see it. Tommy held them as if they were a prize before throwing them carelessly. “Hope you didn’t like those too much.” Sloane could only whimper as he flipped her over on her stomach and towered over her, leaning down against her ear. “What’s wrong, Savage? Don’t have some smart aleck comeback?” 

Sloane subconsciously began to raise her ass into the air. She’d always imagined that Tommy would’ve been tender and submissive, but she was finding out that there was something wild and carnal in him. “No,” she moaned as his hands snaked under her to rub her clit. “Not at the moment. It’ll come though.” 

“So will you if you keep paying me mind.” Tommy licked the shell of her ear and sucked on the lobe. 

A shiver danced down Sloane’s spine, for his touch was like electricity. If Tommy was lightning, then Sloane was a metal rod, soaking up every charge. A string of lustful thoughts flashed through Sloane’s mind, and she smirked to herself. She raised herself from the bed and guided Tommy to sit down. Sloane straddled him as she began to unbutton his shirt. With every unbutton, a kiss was pressed in its spot. She looked up at him briefly. “And what bout payin me mind, Tommy Miller?” 

Tommy put his hands behind his head and admired her through hooded lids. “Yes, ma’am. I’d do anythin you ask.”

Sloane clicked her tongue softly. “Good.” She helped him out of his shirt and licked down his abdomen. A groan rumbled through Tommy’s chest, and Sloane began taking off his pants slowly. His cock had stiffened under its fabric prison so much so that Sloane could see its outline. She unzipped his pants and teased him by pressing the heel of her palm against his cock. “You’re already hard again for me, Tommy?”

“It ain’t the first time. Sometimes I get hard by you lookin at me just so.” he moaned. His eyes widened a touch, and his cheeks flushed the most charming shade of pink. 

This was news to Sloane, but judging by his reaction, it was information that he’d wished to keep close to his chest. She decided not to tease him about it. Instead, she helped him out of his lower clothes, and his cock sprang free, nearly hitting Sloane in the mouth. She grabbed it firmly with one hand and cupped his balls with her other. “It’s a pretty cock,” she mused. “Real pretty.”

“Ain’t nothin compared to that pretty little pussy of yours,” he countered. “Speaking of, bring it over here to me. I want to taste you again.”

Sloane shook her head and licked the underside of his hardness. “Not when I’ve got somethin better. Your cock still tastes like you ‘n me.” Tommy hissed and brought a hand down to her head, grabbing the back of her ponytail. She smirked to herself and began swirling her tongue around the head of his penis, dipping her tongue into the slit. 

Tommy pulled the end of her ponytail slightly, and Sloane could feel the delicious tension on her head. “You’re dangerous. Saying things like that to me.” 

Sloane took half of his length in her mouth and bobbed on it, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She made the room fill with lewd suction sounds. She looked up at him coyly. “What you mean?”

The sound of wreckage cracked in Tommy’s throat. Sloane knew that she had him by the balls, figuratively and literally. He was positively eating her up. “You know exactly what you do to me, baby. You ain’t even need to be suckin my cock to do it neither.” 

Sloane was beginning to realize that the start and end of Tommy’s feelings for her were more ambiguous than she anticipated. His hungry eyes had roved over her a time or two, but that wasn’t unusual for Sloane. She was an attractive girl. But the way Tommy looked at her and the things he was saying to her was showing a depth that she wasn’t expecting. It went beyond sex for him, and that prospect alone made Sloane nervous. But she liked to play with fire, so she pushed his length towards the back of her throat, taking all of him. 

Sloane deepthroated Tommy’s cock, not caring about the tears that blossomed in her eyes as she tried to no avail to shelf it even deeper within her. Tommy’s grip around her hair had tightened tenfold, and the sounds that he was making were a combination of praises and moans. 

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged as he began to gyrate his hips. “Take me good. So, so good. That’s a girl.” He rasped something akin to a whine. “My good, good girl,” he added.

The pleading tone in his voice led Sloane to believe that Tommy was teetering towards the edge, and Sloane was already an overachiever, so she just went faster and sucked harder. She massaged his balls with her free hand, and took care to lick the underside of his cock as she deepthroated him. She rubbed her thighs together to alleviate her wetness as she hummed around him. 

Tommy observed her movements and gave her a smirk. “You already wet for me again, Savage?” he teased.

She muttered, “Mhmm” around his cock as she pleasured him, and Tommy pulled the back of her ponytail hard. 

“C’mon and sit on my cock, huh?” His words were somewhere between a warning and a plea. 

Sloane half-heartedly agreed as she took her mouth off Tommy’s dick–a long string of saliva connecting her to it still. She licked her lips and looked innocently at Tommy. She could see that it made him double over inside. He yanked her up to his lap and plunged himself into Sloane’s wet heat. She yelped at the abrupt contact.

Tommy put a hand over her mouth. “You’ve gotta be quiet now, don’t you? Since you want this to be our lil secret?”

Sloane nodded almost drunkenly as she murmured against his hand. She was impossibly wet as she lifted her hips to grind herself down on his cock, only to complete the motion over again. She pinched her nipples and closed her eyes as she rode Tommy’s drenched and slickened cock. 

“Ugh,” Tommy groaned quietly as he watched her. “Tell me you love me–” He stumbled and tried to recover. “Tell me how much you love this cock.”

Sloane opened her eyes, and Tommy’s sheepish smile was under her. Sloane let him get away with it again because the way in which he fucked her was so completely and thoroughly, that she wasn’t about to get hung up on semantics in the heat of the moment. Instead she just nodded and mewled. She began to undulate her hips against his now–up and down. “Love your cock so, so much,” she replied breathlessly. “F-fill me so good.”

Tommy’s fingers dug into her hips, staking their claim in them. He guided her on his cock, and when Sloane looked at him, his onyx eyes were again blown black with desire. Sloane quite liked the way he looked at her; it made her feel sexy. With each descent, she could feel his cock hitting her secret spot–the one that always caused her to come undone. The pressure was building in her gut, and Sloane bit her lip and whimpered.

“I know you’re close,” Tommy goaded her. “I can feel your pussy tightenin around me.” 

Sloane’s hole fluttered around his sheathed hardness. It was true, her pussy had his cock in something akin to a chokehold. He’d already satisfied her earlier that evening, and she was already needy for him again. Sloane could feel Tommy’s large cock throb with the same neediness. She knew that his end would come very soon too. Sloane leaned down and gathered Tommy’s wrists in her hands. She held them above his head with both hands and began nipping at his lower lip, interspersing the pain with sweet kisses. “You want to come in me again, don’t you, Tommy?” She leaned her head back so that he could see her smirk. 

Tommy pulled her back to him and kissed her fervently. His hips snapped even harder, meeting Sloane’s bounces with gyrations. “Please,” he pleaded, his voice thin, low, and cutting something akin to shrapnel through skin. 

Sloane swept her tongue into his mouth and moaned into it. She melted into him as the theoretical kettle within her gut reached its boiling point. Sloane’s tongue wrestled Tommy’s as she whined like that same kettle, high and urgent.

“That’s it, Savage,” Tommy encouraged her before his tongue returned back to its post with hers. 

His strikes were more punishing, and Sloane was plunged headlong into ecstasy. Her body began to tremble, and her hole tightened around his cock more still. She pulled away slightly and huffed breathlessly against his mouth. “Oh my– Fuck,” Sloane whispered as she buried her head against his neck. Her meeting her end sent Tommy on a mission to retrieve his own. His hands ripped free of Sloane’s makeshift shackles and found purchase in the flesh on her back–gripping it tightly as if it would push her down further on him. 

Tommy was nearly out of breath himself as he muttered almost unintelligibly. “I’m gonna come in that pretty pussy.”

Sloane continued to meet him where he was, and she could feel just how tender her wet heat had become, but it only made her want it more. Her orgasm had created a mess of slickness between them, and the music their bodies made was positively raucous. She licked and bit along Tommy’s strong jaw. “Do it,” she whispered in his ear.

Tommy’s grip on Sloane tightened and his body stilled. Sloane was still too as she felt the torrent of heat rush between them–pump after pump. Before he finished coming, Sloane began to move herself up and down him slowly with a teasing grin. A whiny rasp passed his lips as his body lurched. 

Tommy wrapped his legs around her and rolled Sloane onto her back, still seated within her. “You’re the most–” he remarked as he began to suck on her nipple. “The most beautiful woman.” He brought his tongue over to lick her other breast. “I ever did see.” Tommy’s cock had softened, and he withdrew himself from her, but still looked at her ardently as he tucked hair over her ear.

Sloane giggled and sighed. “So much for not gettin fluid on the bed.” She shuddered. “I fuckin hate that he worded it like that, by the way.”

“Shit, we’ll be long gone ‘fore he finds out,” Tommy chuckled, his laugh hearty and gentle. “Reckon they heard us?”

Sloane shrugged lazily. “I reckon our cover’s already blown from earlier, but I think we did alright otherwise. Your moans were getting a little whiny though. I can’t say I blame you. I’m a great lay.” She gave him a toothy, teasing smile.

“Yeah, right. Like you wasn’t nearly screaming my name.” Tommy put his finger under her chin and raised it. “Told you I was gonna get you again.”

Sloane rolled her eyes playfully and threw him off of her. “Yeah, yeah,” she said as she got out of bed and began to put her clothes back on.”

“And what in the blue blazes are you doin, baby?” Tommy asked with a raise of his dark brow. 

The way Tommy called her “baby” so casually outside the confines of sex made Sloane’s stomach lurch. The reality that she’d been ignoring in heat was setting in. It’s more than just sex to him, ain’t it? Sloane bit her lip and put on her tee as she strode over to her backpack to grab another pair of underwear. Once she was dressed, she slipped back into bed with her back turned to him and pulled the covers up. 

“I’m, uh, tired, Tommy,” Sloane said quickly. “Let’s go to bed.”

Tommy turned her over to look at her. She tried to avoid eye contact. “Aww c’mon, Savage. You ain’t gotta sleep clothed. Not like I ain’t seen it before.” 

Sloane jerked herself back again and raised the blankets higher. “I get cold. Night.”

Tommy clicked his tongue softly. Sloane knew that he was hyping himself up to say something, but instead he just said, “Alright then. Night.” 

Sloane reached over and clicked the lamp off. As she laid there in the darkness she asked herself, What’ve you done, Slo?

Chapter Text

August 15, 2005, North End of Boston, Boston QZ, Massachusetts

Joel opened the door to his apartment, and Sloane greeted him with a bottle of moonshine in a brown paper bag that crinkled between her fingers. Whiskey was still an option in the Boston QZ, but it came at a much higher price than Sloane had the ration tickets for. So moonshine it was. Joel leaned against the threshold and gestured to the bag with his hand before sticking it in his jean pocket. “You’re not expectin me to drink that, are you?”

Sloane rolled her eyes and pushed past him. “You’re a rookie, Miller. You’re ‘spose to drink the good stuff first, and the bad stuff later when you’re too drunk to taste it.” 

“And what’s the good stuff?” 

“Your whiskey you keep hidden in that top right cabinet, what else?” Sloane replied with a shit-eating grin.

“Tommy, did you tell her about that!?” Joel huffed and turned towards his brother. 

“C’mon, man. Ain’t exactly a best kept secret,” Tommy teased. The youngest Miller brother held his arms open as he looked at Sloane. “There’s the birthday girl!” He made a growling noise as he closed the distance between them. Tommy picked Sloane up and threw her over his shoulder, spinning her around wildly. 

Sloane giggled with abandon as she smacked his butt. “Put me down! You’re gonna make me drop the shine!” 

Tommy lowered her to the ground. “Happy Birthday, Savage.” He kissed her cheek before he brought his mouth to her ear, and Sloane could feel his hot breath ghost against her neck. “I reckon I’ll give you your present later.” When Sloane raised her brow, Tommy added with a cheesy smile, “It’s me. I’m the present.” 

Sloane smirked at Tommy, looking up at him through hooded lips. They’d been sleeping together semi-regularly since the night at the Lincoln house. Tommy had even gone so far as to sleep over at her apartment on late nights. Sloane wasn’t entirely comfortable with the whole arrangement because it felt too much too soon, but she didn’t have the heart to tell him yet. She didn’t really know how. 

“Happy Birthday, Slo,” Joel added as he gave her an awkward side hug. His body was rigid against hers. 

“Can’t even give me a proper hug?” Sloane teased.

Joel grunted a laugh and wrapped his arms around her. Sloane’s fingers found purchase in his rippling back muscles and fell into the hug. She breathed him in softly. The outdoors, leather, and the smallest dose of vanilla, Sloane thought. He hugged her back, relaxed this time, as Sloane’s face was buried into his chest. It was an intimate hug, and there was something to be said about how naturally his arms felt around her. It seemed that neither one of them wanted to pull away. 

Tommy cleared his throat as glass clinked together in the kitchen. “So we gonna toast Savage or not?”

Sloane apprehensively unraveled from him and gave him a sweet smile. “Thanks, Jo,” she said quietly as she looked between his luscious lips and warm brown eyes. 

The corners of his lips tugged into a smile, and he nodded. Joel turned his attention to Tommy. “Yeah. Get the whiskey out.”

Sloane rubbed her hands together mischievously. Tommy poured them generous glasses. He held his in the air, and Sloane and Joel followed suit. “To Savage!” Tommy declared with a toothy grin.

“To Savage,” Joel agreed.

All Sloane could muster was a smile as they cheersed their glasses together. She took a long swallow of the amber liquid, and it went smoothly down her throat. It lit up her insides with its silky heat. Sloane put her glass on the table and with a curt nod she said, “Hit me again.” 

Tommy raised his brows and chuckled. He did as he was told and poured her another tall glass. “This is gonna be a wild evenin, ain’t it?”

“I reckon if we're lucky,” Sloane winked as she took another sip. 

“If we’re lucky, yes indeedy,” Joel echoed as he tilted his head back and drained his glass. He slammed the empty glass on the counter and gave Sloane a dangerous look that lit her insides up more than the whiskey.

After three glasses of whiskey, Sloane’s head swam pleasantly from the drink. She was reclined in Joel’s loveseat with her booted feet on his table. She sank into the couch. 

“Are we gonna spend your birthday drinking and staring at each other or are we gonna play some cards?” Tommy questioned as he sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. 

Sloane readjusted herself closer to him and buzzed her lips together as she thought. “I reckon we can play poker. I’ve been wantin a rematch against ya’ll anyhow.” 

“Alright, little savage,” Joel replied as he rose from the recliner. “But let’s up the ante.” He licked his lips as he looked at her. “Strip poker.” 

“If ya’ll wanted to show me your birthday suits, you coulda just said so,” Sloane teased with a laugh as she got up from the couch. “Cause ya’ll are gonna be belly naked while I’m still clothed. I reckon I’m gonna kick your asses.” 

“Famous last words,” Joel goaded her back with a quirked brow and a look of mischief of his own. 

Sloane had never seen the man acting so obviously interested, and she couldn’t deny the feeling it was stirring within her. Joel’s looks of lust were always covert and sly. Sloane couldn’t gauge why Joel had decided to choose that moment to flirt, but she was glad for it. Yes siree, Happy Birthday to me.

Tommy had moved to stand beside her–ever glued to her hip. “Are you sure you want to play that over somethin like Rummy?” he asked her with his lips in a straight line, his voice thin and nervous. 

“I’m sure,” Sloane replied as she bumped her hip to his playfully. “Cmon, it’ll be fun.”

Tommy wrapped his arm around her again as if claiming ownership of her. “Alright, fine,” he agreed.

Sloane and the Miller brothers sat crosslegged around the living room table. They looked at each other intensely as they laid down their first hand, and Sloane facepalmed herself when she was the first to lose. 

“What was that about winnin, Slo?” Joel mocked with a dark look in his eye. Sloane huffed a bitter laugh and took off her boots. “Aww c’mon now you’re cheatin. Everyone knows socks and shoes count as one. Right, Tommy?”

Tommy nodded. “I’m fraid so.” 

“What!?” Sloane threw her hands in the air. “Since when?”

“Since always,” Tommy winked.

Sloane peeled off her socks and waved her hand around. “Fine. Deal em up again.” 

On the next hand, she lost again and shed her hat and jacket. The Miller brothers insisted that it only counted as one item as well. On the next hand lost, Sloane stood up and shimmied her long legs out of her bootcut jeans. She felt the two pairs of eyes watching her every move, and it made her smile to herself. She noted how Joel looked up at her through hooded lids and how Tommy’s tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Sloane took the jeans and threw them straight at Joel’s face. “Keep your eyes in your skull,” she teased.

When Joel’s face emerged from the denim, he cocked his head and asked, “Now where’s the fun in that, little savage?”

Joel didn’t often call her “little savage”, but when he did, Sloane was sure that he could see the way her body responded to it. It was an involuntary movement beyond her control. Sloane clenched her thighs together and bit her lip. “Don’t get so cocky now,” she replied in a husky voice. “There’s still game to be played.”

Sloane was thanking God when Tommy lost the next two rounds, shedding his shoes, socks, and jacket. She didn’t exactly have many more losses in her because all she had left to shed were her shirt and underwear. Sloane was beginning to regret not wearing a bra. 

When Tommy lost the next hand too, Sloane loosed a wolf whistle from her throat. She clapped her hands together and cheered. “Yeah! Take it off!” Tommy rolled his eyes and laughed, throwing the shirt at her which Sloane caught in her hands. She swung the shirt above her head. “Keep losing ya’ll. I’m likin what I’m seein.” 

The meaning behind that sentiment only doubled when Sloane watched with lips parted as Joel reached one arm behind his back and peeled off his tee. She’d seen it before, but she still found herself hypnotized as if remembering every rippling muscle and stretch of skin. Sloane swallowed hard as his hard arms flexed as he put the shirt down beside him. 

“Keep your eyes in your skull,” Joel echoed her earlier words to her with a knowing smirk. 

Sloane shook her head wordlessly as she continued to stare at both Miller brothers. She thought there was something to be said about the two of them shirtless in blue jeans. Both of their masculine bodies boasted raw power, and all she wanted to do was be underneath the both of them. Sloane rubbed her thighs together again. 

“Cat got your tongue, Savage?” Tommy teased.

“Somethin like that,” Sloane replied. “Go awn, deal again.” 

Tommy chuckled and handed out the cards. When they revealed, Sloane lost. Her eyes met Joel’s, and she kept them trained on him as she moved. She crossed her arms in front of her in an ‘X’, grabbed the hem of her tee, and lifted it over her head. Her generous breasts bounced with her movements. Joel rubbed his beard and blinked slowly–taking the sight in. Sloane maintained eye contact as she took off the hair tie binding her braid and used her dexterous fingers to unweave it. When Sloane was done, she shook out her hair with narrowed, daring eyes. 

“Never gets old,” Tommy winked at her.

“Naw, I don’t imagine it does,” Joel agreed with gravel in his voice. 

Despite Sloane’s face feeling like it’d grown hot, her shoulders were back and her posture was proud. The only thing standing between her and stark nakedness was her underwear. And by the way that the brothers’ eyes watched her, she knew that they were both hoping that Sloane lost her next hand. 

The two next hands were lost first by Tommy, then by Joel. Tommy hadn’t tried to hide his stiffening erection under his boxers unlike Joel. Joel grabbed a handful of the fabric and shifted to ease the tension in the way his hardness pressed up against its garment prison. It was Sloane’s turn to deal again, but instead of shuffling, she put the cards down. The brothers watched her with furrowed brows as she stood. With a hand on either side of her underwear, she stretched down to take them off. They pooled on the floor at her feet, and she stepped out of them. 

There was something powerful and primal in her approach. One didn’t often find themselves naked in a room with two gorgeous men, so Sloane was going to take charge of her destiny. A knowingness coursed through her telling her that her gamble would surely pay off and pay out. Sloane cocked her head and asked Joel, “You like what you see, don’t you?”

Joel cleared his throat and rubbed his nose once with his hand nonchalantly. Sloane smirked to herself. He ain’t so bold now, is he? 

“Anyone with eyes and sense would,” Joel responded, looking quickly up at her then back to the ground.

“I’m not askin about anyone, Jo. I’m askin bout you,” she retorted as she gathered her hair in one hand and moved it to one shoulder to better show off her breasts.  “Cause you been hard since I took off my shirt.” Before Joel could respond, she walked over to Tommy and straddled his waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him sloppily and passionately. His cock was rockhard underneath her, and Sloane rocked on it gently. Tommy groaned under her kisses. 

When she pulled away, Tommy’s onyx eyes were wide and blown black. She pushed herself to her feet and walked slowly over to Joel. Her pointer finger slid across his back as she walked behind him, and Joel shivered. “I wanna play a different game. I’m bored of poker.” 

Tommy put his arms behind his back and leaned. “Yeah? And what do you reckon, baby?” 

“I wanna fuck you two at the same time,” Sloane explained as she got into Joel’s lap. His breaths were coming deep and uneven as she took his hands and guided them to her hips. Sloane rocked herself on Joel’s hardness too. “I know you wanna, Jo.” 

Joel brought his tanned face inches from hers. He looked between her lips and eyes before asking, “Is that what you want? To take both of our cocks?”

“Mhmm,” Sloane cooed as she pushed herself closer to his lips. She turned and looked at Tommy. “Would you do that for me?” 

Tommy slipped out of his underwear and began fondling his hardness. “I can show him all the ways you liked to be loved on.” 

Sloane turned back to Joel and put her lips as close as she could to his mouth without touching and asked, “So what’ll it be?”

“What do you think, little savage?” Joel teased as he raised himself from the floor with Sloane in tow. She wrapped her legs around his torso as he walked them over to his bed. His lips enveloped hers, and the kiss was tender and slow–tasting of the spiced body of whiskey. His were plush against Sloane’s, and the very size covered hers with confident surety. If Sloane wasn’t roaring drunk before, she surely was then–on Joel and his soft, proprietary kisses. He dropped her on her back, and Sloane watched with bated breath as Joel lowered himself to her. His movements were precise and catlike as if stalking her as prey. 

Tommy had come over and joined them, and Sloane felt the mattress give under his additional weight. He took Sloane’s hand and kissed her fingers, briefly putting one of them in his mouth. “How do you want us then, birthday girl?” 

“Take off your underwear, Jo,” Sloane husked. Once he did, she responded to Tommy, “I want to suck him off while you eat me out.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Tommy obliged. 

The three got situated. Joel laid on his back, while Sloane laid horizontal to him on her stomach. Tommy kneed on the floor so that his face could be buried in Sloane’s cunt. Tommy spread her legs and pressed kisses to her inner thighs. Tommy dipped his head to her wet heat, spread her folds apart with his fingers, and sucked at her clit. 

“Tell Joel how you like when I suck your clit, baby,” Tommy huffed against her flesh.

“Fuck yeah.” Sloane agreed with a heady moan as she raised herself on her knees to arch her ass. 

“Good,” Tommy praised her. “Now use those pretty fingers to circle it while you work on Joel and I work on you.” 

Sloane’s diligent hand slithered down her smooth body and found the bud. She pressed her middle finger to it and began encircling the spot. Tommy softly lapped at her folds before spearing his tongue inside of her. 

“That feels good, don’t it?” Joel asked with erotic curiosity. 

“So good,” Sloane agreed again as she took deep breaths. “Tommy, it’s so, so good.” 

Sloane closed her hand in a fist over Joel’s heavy cock. She let a wad of spit fall from her mouth as she looked up at him. Sloane spread it across Joel’s length and let her hand rise and fall over it. The low groan that left Joel’s lips was weak and guttural, and the very sound of it drove Sloane wild with desire. She’d let herself wonder a dozen times what Joel’s sounds of ecstasy would sound like, and she was not disappointed by the euphoric wreckage in it. Seeing a man of whom was an unstoppable force of nature writhe under her touch sent jolts throughout her. 

Sloane maintained eye contact and lowered her lips to his cock. She wrapped her lips around the head and swirled her tongue around it. Her mouth and hand began to work in tandem as they traveled north and south over Joel’s shaft, only to complete the rotation again. Sloane took it wet and slow, for she was in no rush. 

Sloane’s body jerked when Tommy sank one of his thick fingers up until the knuckle, then another shortly after. Sloane mewled around Joel’s cock as she felt Tommy’s fingers curl inside of her. Tommy chuckled darkly against her folds as he licked them in long, continuous strides. “She likes when I hook my fingers in her pretty little cunt, Joel. Don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, yes,” Sloane replied needily. “Give me more. Goddamnit, give me more.” Tommy slipped another finger into her wet heat, and Sloane showed her gratitude by humming again on Joel’s cock. The vibration of her approval earned her a breathy moan from the oldest Miller brother. 

Joel gathered her hair in one hand and bundled it up on top of her head. “That’s it, little savage,” Joel rasped. “Take all of it.” 

Sloane pushed Joel’s cock to the back of her throat and began deepthroating it. It was a series of tears and spit, but Sloane had never felt more turned on. She’d never experienced the majesty of a threesome, and she was finding that with the Miller brothers, it was so much better than she could’ve even dreamed. Every one of her cells rared with kinetic energy, and their very touch was like fire in her blood. 

Sloane bobbed her head on Joel’s hardness swifter, subconsciously following the pace that Tommy’s fingers had taken on. His hooked fingers began to work triple time, and they were coaxing Sloane to her finish with every passing second. She took her mouth off Joel with a pop, and she craned her head up as she backed her ass up against Tommy’s fingers to absorb more tension. 

“Look at you,” Joel cooed as he admired her. “Go awn, come all over his fingers.” 

“Let me feel you come, baby,” Tommy added from behind her. 

Sloane's breath quickened as she threw herself back into Tommy. Her middle finger encircled her clit faster until she finally felt herself hurdling towards the edge with profound velocity. Her moans were heady and high, and her tongue could form no words. Sloane’s body began to tremble, and after a few moments once her body stilled, Tommy’s fingers slowed to a stall. He smacked her ass and praised her, “Good girl.”

Sloane let her head fall to the mattress as she collected herself. Her chest rose and fell with effort, and she turned her cheek to give Joel a sweet, apologetic smile. “Sorry, Jo. I got caught up.”

Joel shook his head slowly with a smirk of his own. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up to him. He pressed two hard kisses to her mouth and uttered, “I ain’t worried bout it, Slo. I know I’ll get mine in the end.” 

Sloane ran her tongue against his bottom lip and sucked on it before saying, “Oh, yeah. I’ll make sure of it.” She peeled herself away from him and went over to Tommy. He’d sat back against the headboard, and she straddled him. Sloane kissed him deeply and tenderly, feeling his tongue greeting hers in her mouth. The taste of her mingled with the spiced alcohol and she let herself get drunk on that too. 

Tommy bit her lip a few times before smiling against her lips. “Let him feel that pretty pussy wrapped round him, baby.” 

Sloane interspersed kisses and bites along his jaw before whispering in his ear, “You sure, cowboy?”

“I reckon you’ll just owe me later, won’t you, Savage?” he teased. 

She bit his earlobe and chuckled lightly into it. “I always pay in full.” Sloane lowered herself so that her face hovered above Tommy’s erection, and she raised her ass in the air. She looked over her shoulder at Joel and cocked her head. “You gonna fuck me from behind or  you just gonna sit there?”

Joel’s panther-like movements brought him over behind her. He began to kiss down her spine as one of his hands cupped one of her ass cheeks. Joel ran the head of his cock along her folds and groaned in approval. “Nice and wet for me.” Joel pushed himself inside of her inch by inch, and Sloane whimpered as she felt herself part around his generous length. He seated himself within her slowly, only to withdraw and seat himself again. He had stuffed her full of him, and she didn’t want to be without anytime soon. 

Sloane didn’t waste any time and plunged her mouth headlong onto Tommy’s cock. A note of surprise caught in his throat, and he ran his fingers through her hair. Tommy pressed softly at the back of her head to encourage her further down onto him still. Joel’s pace quickened, and unleashed a hungry beast from within Sloane. Her increased suction hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked Tommy off, her tongue licking the underside of his cock as she went. 

Joel’s balls clapped against Sloane’s ass as his hips snapped into her. Sloane muttered moans around Tommy’s cock while she worked, and she fixed her brown eyes on his. His lips were parted as he watched her with unwavering precision. His palm covered the crown of her head, and he used the force of it to push her down harder. The room was a discordant arrangement of wet sounds and three people touching nirvana at the hands of another. 

Joel’s calloused hand slapped her ass a few times, and each time she felt a sting, he soothed the blow before striking again. “Fuck. Take it, Slo. Take it.”

Sloane’s keen was muffled, and she momentarily took her mouth of Tommy to reply, “Ngh. Give it to me harder.”

Joel obliged as he sunk himself into her with renewed ferocity. His fingers found purchase on the flesh of her hips to steady himself, and Sloane could feel him bottoming out inside of her. Just when she didn’t think that he could hit any deeper, it felt like he somehow managed. Sloane’s mouth returned to its post, and she used her hand and throat to undulate with swift surety. Tommy’s grip at her crown tightened, and she noted how his eyes fluttered close as he groaned.

“Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me–” he interrupted himself with a grunt. “Come down your throat.” 

Sloane could feel the tension at her jaw collect from how hard she was sucking, but she wouldn’t relent. Tommy looked unreal as he squirmed underneath her touch, and it was fuel for her to make his words a reality. A few more lust riddled moans broke from his chest and with one last rise of his hips, he was spilling himself into her mouth. Sloane sucked it down, and the warm salty taste of him sent her into overdrive. Once he finished, she took her mouth off and found his lips, letting him taste his spent on her tongue as she made out with him. 

Her mouth fell open, and she tilted her head to the side. Tommy sucked and bit along her neck. “Please, please,” she muttered as she felt the lightning crackle through her veins, spreading its tendrils throughout her. “Pl-ease harder, Jo!”

“Go awn, come on my cock, Slo,” Joel goaded as he rammed himself into her. There was nothing languid or fluid about it. It was sloppy and marcated, and so, so good. 

Sloane turned her head and watched Joel at work. The sight of his sweat glistening over his muscular body as it flexed with effort was enough for Sloane to meet her match. She bit her lip to fight the instinct to cry out, but she failed all the same. Sloane whimpered needily, and she felt her body rock with the wave. Joel continued to fuck her through her orgasm, and once she finished, he didn’t relent. Sloane knew that he was ‘getting his’ as he mentioned, and she didn’t want him to stop until he did. Despite the tenderness of her freshly orgasmed pussy, she was still far too intoxicated by his touch. 

Joel’s strides began to sputter, and his fingers dug into her so deeply that she swore that he’d leave bruises. Joel fucked her like a man starved, his ravenous touches meeting her flesh. Sloane pushed herself back up against him to compound the tension as she cooed, “Goddamit you feel so fuckin good.” 

Joel tried to answer her, but he couldn’t manage as he groaned with effort. With one final pound of his hips, he withdrew himself from her and came on her ass. Sloane could feel his hot seed hit her skin, and Joel clutched her as if she was the only thing holding him upright as he came. He tugged the last bit of spent from his penis, and slapped Sloane on the ass softly. “You’re somethin else, little savage,” he mused drunkenly. 

“I keep tellin her that,” Tommy agreed with equal inebriation. 

“You two ain’t bad yourselves,” Sloane flirted. Sloane stayed still and admired how Joel sauntered with a newfound bravado. He strode over to the kitchen and grabbed a rag. He came back over to her and wiped his spent off her skin. 

Once she was clean, she crawled up to Tommy, and he gave her a soft peck. Sloane settled herself into his strong arms and was awash with a feeling she hadn’t felt in longer than she could remember–safety. She nestled against him with a sleepy smile and yawn, and his fingertips skated across her skin gently, rubbing her arm softly just in the way that she liked. 

Joel settled back into bed with a sigh. Sloane tugged him closer to her, and she was surprised when he huddled against her too. She’d have expected some grumpy response about them getting out of his bed. Instead, Sloane found herself in the middle of the Miller brothers–contented, peaceful, and ready for sleep.

Happy Birthday, Slo, she smiled to herself as she felt the embrace of sleep wrap around her too. 

Chapter Text

August 19, 2005, North End of Boston, Boston QZ, Massachusetts

No matter how hard she tried, Sloane hadn’t been able to think about anything else but her birthday. It came in flashes. The way that Joel’s powerful body looked behind her while he was piledriving into her…how his muscles flexed with the effort…the look of ecstasy on his face when he came. It was as if she could feel their phantom touches too. The way Tommy’s fingers curled inside of her…how the tears skated down her skin as she deepthroated his cock in her throat…how good he tasted on her tongue…

The three of them hadn’t uttered one thing about the whole ordeal, and parts of Sloane were beginning to wonder if she’d dreamed the whole thing. But the love bites from Tommy and the bruises at Sloane’s hips from Joel’s fingers digging into them were enough to remind her. The truth of the matter was, she’d been avoiding the Miller brothers for the better part of a week because when she was around them, it took everything in her not to get down on her knees for them. But they didn’t mention a single thing, and Sloane didn’t know how to not think about it. Because as much as she tried to keep herself busy, all she could do was think about it. 

Sloane groaned and rolled over in her bed. She adjusted her pillow and tried to close her eyes, but after a few seconds, she was flinging them open again as she laid on her back. Sloane let out a frustrated huff and scolded herself, “Fine, but we do this once and then we forget about it!” 

Sloane lifted her baggy T-shirt, exposing her soft generous breasts. She brought each hand to a breast and sighed softly to herself as she pinched her nipples. Sloane brought her thumbs to her mouth and licked them before bringing them back down to her buds. She kneaded her breasts as she squeezed her nipples, tightening her grasp on them with each passing seconds, making her gasp to herself. Sloane envisioned Joel towering over her, stalking towards her up the bed like he did a few nights before. His movements were languid, graceful, and calculated. He was the predator, and she was the prey. 

Sloane’s left hand wandered down her slim body, savoring the way her goosebumps rose on her tanned skin as she got lower and lower. She teased herself by snapping the elastic of her underwear against her skin a few times. Sloane reckoned that would’ve been something that Joel would do to her. His style of lovemaking seemed to be interspersing pain with pleasure. 

She hissed a moan as her middle finger met her sensitive bud. Sloane circled her clit a few times as she continued to pinch her nipple. Her eyes were closed as she let her fantasy play in her mind. She added another finger to her clit to simulate the size of one of Joel’s, imagining him working on her in long, lazy circles. 

“Oh, Joel,” Sloane whispered into the night air. It was as if she could see him in front of her, stroking his cock in preparation to take her. But there was a taunting look on his face. “Fuck me.” 

Sloane slapped her palm against her folds a few times to simulate what it would feel like when he smacked his rock hard cock against her before entering. She imagined him telling her to beg for him, and the admission was as easy as if he were standing there in front of her. “Please fuck me, Joel.” 

She could see his wicked smirk and dark eyes in her mind’s eye, and Sloane’s fingers plunged inside of her wet heat. She didn’t take her time to just use one and to go slow. Sloane used three of her slender fingers at once, and still she was frustrated how it didn’t feel full enough in comparison to Joel’s heavy cock. 

Sloane’s fingers were desperate and frantic as she plunged them in and out of herself. She could feel her hot breath against her nipple that she was pinching as it came unsteadily. She raised her back from her bed in a slight bridge pose to seat her fingers deeper within her. 

“Fuck, you feel so good Joel,” she whimpered to herself as her greedy fingers quickened. “Fuck! Joel, Joel, Joel,” she chanted as she darted her hand down from her breast to her clit to add to the symphony. 

“Savage?” a familiar voice asked as a lamp was clicked on.

Sloane’s body froze as if she’d been caught redhanded in a robbery. She was completely and utterly exposed–spread eagle and panting as she pleasured herself. She withdrew her fingers. She cleared her throat and tried to nonchalantly raise herself in bed. “Tommy? W-what are you doin here?” she stammered as she pulled her shirt down quickly to cover her breasts. 

His dark brows were raised and his eyes surveying. He stuck one foot out as he leaned against the other, hands on his hips. “I think the better question’s what are you doin, Savage,” he told her. She watched as his head moved on a swivel, as if he were looking for someone. 

Sloane rubbed her eyes. Jesus H. Christ did he hear all that? Does he think Jo’s here or somethin? She could feel her cheeks redden. “I was, uh, having a restless fit in my sleep.” 

Tommy’s boots softly tapped against the hard wood as he sauntered over to her. “Don’t lie to me. Where’s he at?” Sloane’s brows straightened at his sharp and accusatory tone–the one a man uses with a woman when they feel like they own them. And while Sloane and Tommy were being intimate, she didn’t belong to him–not like that. 

Sloane huffed bitterly. “Where’s who at? And lower your fuckin voice, it’s the middle of the damn night.” 

Tommy licked his lips and his jaw tightened. “And don’t play dumb with me neither. I heard you moanin his name. So where is he?” Tommy looked around the room a few more times, the veins in his neck pulsing. 

Sloane shook her head as she said, “No one’s here, baby.” 

“Baby,” he repeated quietly as if the word were dirty in his mouth, his nose crinkling. Tommy stepped closer to her and raised his finger. “I’m gonna ask you one more time, Savage. Where the fuck is he?” 

Tommy’s puffed out chest rose and fell with passion. And while it was more in her nature to bark back when someone took on such a tone with her, she found herself smiling softly. Sloane tucked a piece of blonde hair over her ear. “No one’s here, baby,” she repeated. Her nipples were still hard under her shirt. “I was…touchin myself.” 

Tommy’s chest decompressed as he exhaled sharply. The words were a visible relief to him, but he still had that territorial glint in his eye. He drew closer to her. “Yeah? And why you moanin his name?” Before she could answer, he leaned down and grabbed her chin. And it wasn’t gentle like he usually coveted her. Tommy shook her face as his grasp tightened. “I asked you a question,” he seethed in something that walked the line between rage and obsession. 

The situation was awkward to say the least–Sloane being caught in a solitary moment of passion as she moaned Tommy’s brother’s name. And yet his approach now made her wonder if she should’ve been moaning his name instead this entire time. Sloane squeezed her thighs together as she looked up at him through brown doe eyes. “I was…thinkin bout the other night when we…you know,” Sloane admitted as she bit her lip. 

“Stand up,” Tommy commanded suddenly. When Sloane was too dazed and blinded by him to comprehend quickly enough, he let go of her face and tugged her by the shoulders. His fingers dug into them as he pulled her closer. Tommy’s eyes were wide and wild–rabid almost. “You were thinkin about him fuckin you? Huh!?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer as if he were talking at her and not to her. Tommy spun her around and grabbed her by the throat. Goosebumps rose on her flesh and danced down her spine as she felt his hot, heavy breath huff against her neck. “Let me tell you somethin. You’re mine. Do you hear me?”

Sloane’s mouth widened in need, and her lashes fluttered. The whole man marking his territory thing was normally enough to make her roll her eyes. As far as Sloane was concerned, she and Tommy were friends with benefits and friends with benefits only. They weren’t official, and Sloane was going to do her own thing as she always did. But this was different. He was different. And she wasn’t rolling her eyes. His attitude was a bit brutal and chauvinistic, but there was a sort of pleading possessiveness in his onyx eyes and pointed words. He was speaking to her as if he were running out of air, and she was an oxygen mask. Like he’d simply fall out without her. Tommy was clinging to her, and Sloane didn’t find herself wanting to pry him off. 

Something within Sloane stirred, and it wasn’t just desire. Something carnal within her too rose up from deep within her to answer him. The fluttering in her chest reminded her of a bygone era, when she had fallen for another man so long before. But no, this wasn’t sweet like the fluttering of butterfly wings. It was urgent like the buzzing of bees. 

Her stunned and enthralled silence led him to take the charge of filling it. “Do you hear me?” he growled.

Sloane let her tense body relax against him. “Okay,” she whispered as she rested her hand over his that still clutched her neck. 

Tommy’s body relaxed slightly too. “Okay?” he repeated in disbelief. 

“Okay,” Sloane doubled down as she guided his hand from her neck, skating it down her stomach and to her needy core. She could feel the wetness that pooled between her thighs. Sloane’s body seemed to have fallen under Tommy’s spell. 

Tommy stopped his hand before it could graze her pussy. “Tell me that you’re mine.” 

Sloane knew that she had two options: lie so that he would fuck her like she’d never been fucked before or be honest and risk losing him. As much as her body had some animalistic magnetism towards his, her mind hadn’t quite caught up yet. She couldn’t deliver the words with absolute certainty like Tommy wanted and deserved because she hadn’t recovered from losing Todd. And she didn’t know if she ever would. It was still too fresh. 

“I can’t–” Sloane stopped herself. “I’m not–” 

“Just tell me you’re mine first,” Tommy pleaded, his palm sweaty against her skin. 

Sloane found herself smiling softly. That much she knew she could declare. “I’m yours first,” Sloane vowed. Tommy groaned lowly in her ear as if the statement turned him on as much as when she talked dirty to him. His hand moved slowly past her belly button and further south. He grazed a finger down her folds feather light, and its presence and absence haunted her in equal measure. “I’m yours first,” Sloane repeated as she let her eyes fall shut. 

Tommy nipped at the shell of her ear. “I’m just yours,” he whispered. The whites of Sloane’s eyes largened as she opened them. The declaration was subtle but didn’t escape Sloane’s ears. She tried to whirl herself around to meet his eyes so that she could peer into them to sort through whether it was honest–a habit that was born from her only other confidant amidst the Outbreak world being ripped from her. Tommy’s strong arms caged her in, and she was reminded of who he was. Tommy only spoke in truths; if anything, he was honest to a fault. “Stay still, baby. I’ll show you. Don’t worry none.” 

A soft whimper passed Sloane’s lips as Tommy added more fingers and a harder touch. For the first time in recent memory, her feet were planted firmly in the ground. She knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be. Sloane’s hand fumbled down to Tommy’s to urge him inside her, but she was stonewalled there too. “Tell me again,” Tommy said as he batted her hand away. 

“I’m yours first,” Sloane replied.

“Then why you dreamin of other men? Hmm?” he queried, his words something akin to a loaded gun–both protection and warning. Sloane didn’t have an answer for his question. Something about Joel’s mysteriousness had always drawn her in. Sloane had a nosy nature, so when she met Joel, she was just dying to find out what was below the exterior. But here she was with Tommy’s hard cock pressed up against her and that telltale fluttering in her chest, she knew that she should’ve been fantasizing about Tommy all the while. “Tell me again,” Tommy said. 

“I’m yours first.”

“Again.”

Sloane whimpered and wiggled herself against Tommy, hoping to chase any relief for the beautiful storm of desire, longing, and desperation that raged within her. When Tommy touched her, it just felt right, and she was almost mournful that she hadn’t realized it sooner. There were many capacities in which she wasn’t and possibly couldn’t be ready in, but the realization that she wanted Tommy in ways that didn’t make sense sometimes hit her. And it wasn’t purely physical. Sometimes all she needed was his grounding presence and goofy smile. 

“Again,” he repeated himself.

Sloane turned herself around, and while Tommy had tried to stop her, she was too quick. She looked up at him as she cupped his cheek. Tommy automatically fell into her touch as he nudged against it. Sloane’s lashes fluttered a bit, and she swallowed the dryness in her throat. “I’m yours first,” Sloane said, making sure to enunciate the words with honest intent this time. Tommy’s lips parted as if the breath had been robbed from his chest. His eyes searched her face–a habit she knew all too well. Sloane gave him a nonchalant shrug and warm smile. “I’m yours first. You’re the one always sleepin over anyhow.” 

Tommy’s look of unsurety faded as he chuckled at her jest. He grabbed her face, and his thumbs brushed her cheeks back and forth. Tommy dipped his chin. “And I’m just yours, Savage.” 

They were repeating the same phrases, but every time they said them, they evolved with a deepening meaning. It wasn’t an admission that happened once through happenstance or habit, it was repeated over and over again through choice and contemplation. 

Sloane cocked her head playfully as her brown eyes narrowed. “Good. Now will you please fuck me, Tommy Miller?” 

An amused smirk played on Tommy’s lips. His fingers pushed the blonde hair out of her face. “Please, huh?” 

A normal automated response from Sloane would’ve been an eye roll of playful banter to the teasing, but she couldn’t ignore how she was burning for him from the inside out. She didn’t have time to waste. “Please,” she repeated. 

Tommy licked his lips and shook his head as if her plea had shattered the last bit of restraint he had. He picked her up, and Sloane wrapped her long legs around his torso and arms around his neck. Tommy gave her one last ardent look before cocking his head to rip her into his current. He moved them slowly to the bed as he kissed, bit, and sucked her lips. Tommy laid her down on the bed, the springed harshness of the QZ mattress pressing up against her back. The mattress sank slightly as his weight pressed down on top of her. His bulge that was restrained against his jeans pressed against her core, and Sloane tried to get leverage to rub herself against it. 

Tommy chuckled against her lips. “You want it bad don’t you, Savage?” Sloane’s response was a pained whimper as she throbbed with need. Tommy’s hand wandered down, and he glided his fingers against her slickness. “I can feel you do, but you gotta say it for me.” 

Sloane wiggled herself impatiently. She was on the verge of such hopeless want that she would’ve probably confessed to murder if he asked her to. “I want it bad, Tommy,” Sloane husked. 

Tommy brought his arms down, crossing them over his torso to peel the shirt off himself. His broad hairy chest and tanned skin was always enough to make her breath catch in her throat. Sloane’s eyes scanned down his body, noting how the v-lines from his hipbone peaked out from under the starched denim. He shed his pants and underwear before rolling onto his back on the bed. This earned him a mischievous smile from Sloane, and as she went to situate herself into a riding position, he bucked her off slightly. “Naw, you gotta earn this first, Savage,” Tommy concluded with punishing amusement as he stroked his thick cock lazily with his hand. 

When he lifted and placed Sloane on his left thigh, she looked at him with confusion. “Earn it how?” 

A flash of white teeth showed as Tommy grinned. He rested his arm behind his head. “Ride my leg like you would my cock. S’pose to be a cowgirl, ain’t you?” 

A tightness wound up in Sloane’s chest at his provocation. Her brows were furrowed as she looked down at his leg underneath her. Sloane had humped a pillow before to get off but never a man’s leg. She hadn’t even thought of it before, but as her nipples pebbled under her shirt, she knew that she liked the idea. 

“And get that shit off,” Tommy commanded as he tugged at the hem of her much-too-big shirt. “Let me see that body.” 

Sloane did as he said and shed the shirt, throwing it in the corner of the room. She rocked her body against his muscular thigh as if testing it. A static crackled through her core making Sloane drag her wet seam against him now. “Ugh,” she moaned. Sloane ground herself down harshly now, noting how the slickened nub of her clit slid down his leg. “Fuck,” she cussed. 

Tommy’s eyes were pieces of coal alight in a furnace like he’d fantasized about the act at length before and was now getting to see it before his very eyes. “Look at you, pretty little thing. I knew you’d love it.” 

He kept his hands to himself, and the frustration of that only added to her passion. Sloane wondered first if the act felt so erotic because of its newness, but she concluded it was because of the way he was looking at her like she was the brightest star in the night sky. The arguably odd sexual act somehow felt impossibly intimate. 

Sloane bit her lip and rocked her body, trying to chase down and collect enough friction to ease the burning in her loins. She resorted to vacillating her hips, but the firm flesh couldn’t do enough to quell her. Her pussy was throbbing, her hole fluttering around nothingness. There was a roguish look on Tommy’s face as he watched her compounded frustration through his heavy lids. Her arousal made her slip in his lap, both of her thighs locking it into place as if it were a hostage. But no matter how quickly she moved or how much she bared down, there wasn’t enough resistance to relieve her. “I can’t–” Sloane whined through exhausted huffs of breath. She puffed her bottom lip out. “Please.” 

Tommy’s eyes fluttered shut as he took a steady and deep inhale. He tugged against his cock momentarily before tucking his hand back behind his head. When he opened his eyes, he wore that same smug smirk. “Guess you gone have to figure it out, ain’t you, baby?” 

“Please,” Sloane pleaded hopelessly in protest. As soon as she thought she was on the verge of orgasm, the tension would loosen, towing Sloane on the line between desperation and madness. 

Tommy bent his knee slightly. He moved his hands to her hips and moved her down on top of it. Tommy licked his lips and bowed his head. “Give that a whirl.” 

A pathetic thankful whine crackled through Sloane’s throat as she ground herself down against the bone. Her body trembled as she humped his kneecap, ecstatic to finally be met with the resistance that she needed. Sloane’s generous breasts bounced with her renewed enthusiastic determination. The air around them had become a concert hall for her moans. 

“That’s my girl,” Tommy praised, his low voice a mix of gravel and cement. His hands guided her quickened hips. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You want it so fuckin bad.”

“So fuckin bad,” Sloane echoed as she rolled her head back. She brought her hands down to grab at his flesh to steady herself as she’d become a ruin of sloppy movements. The adjustment added enough oxygen to her burning desire, lending it to swell and rage. 

“I know that look,” Tommy rasped. “You’re gettin close.” 

There was no precision or reason to Sloane’s methods. It was a mixture of humping, grinding, and any other haphazard movements that Sloane could come up with. Sloane’s hips stuttered until she finally reached a screeching halt, her fingers a vicegrip around Tommy’s upper thigh as she came onto it. She could feel the wetness that pooled beneath her from her orgasm, and Sloane panted as she tried to recover herself. “Oh my fucking God,” she huffed, somewhere between euphoria and disbelief that she’d just done that. 

A proprietary look overcame Tommy’s soft, jovial face–showcasing his sharp jawline and dark features. He snaked his arm around Sloane and rolled her so that he was on top of her. His hand found her hot center and rubbed her come around in circles. “You want this or you had enough?” he asked her dangerously as he used it to lube his aching length. 

Sloane was experiencing something akin to whiplash. Her head swam as if overtaken by some high altitude. But even without, Sloane’s body answered for her as she carded her hands through his curly hair and pulled him down to her. “I want it,” Sloane whispered against his lips. “And I’m gonna raise Hell if you don’t give it to me right now, Tommy Miller.” 

Tommy pulled away and lowered himself to her breasts. He kept steady eye contact as his tongue slowly peeked past his lips and took one of her buds in his mouth. Tommy hummed in satisfaction against her flesh as swirled his tongue around her areola. He pressed open mouth kisses up her chest and neck, the whispers of them giving her goosebumps on her skin. Tommy sucked on her ear lobe before raising his lips to the shell. “No, you ain’t,” he warned. “You’re gonna do exactly what I tell you when I tell you, Savage.” 

A flash of heat overcame her as she gave him a heady moan. Her sensitive and slightly engorged pussy ached for him, as if it puckered around the phantom visage of his cock. “I can’t,” Sloane rasped, her silver voice taking on a smoky edge. She tried to lock her legs around his torso and wrestle him closer, her strength no match for the youngest Miller brother. “Give it to me now.” 

“You can and you will,” Tommy advised as his dark brows raised. “You’re gonna get it when I say.” 

Sloane was sure that she looked like a desperate, needy mess–pout and all. But she decided that if Tommy was going to make her burn, she was going to make him burn with her. “Yes, sir,” she acquiesced as saccharinely sweet as ambrosia. 

Tommy answered her by groaning into her ear and biting it again. His cock brushed up against her inner thigh, and Sloane’s stomach did a somersault. A grin tilted on her thin lips, pleased with herself that her efforts paid off. She knew that he was going to resort to giving her desire in his own sweet time, but she was at least glad that perhaps she’d made him want her as badly as she had. 

Sloane could see his eyes again, and they were narrowed playfully. “I’m gonna get you for that,” Tommy told her. 

“Yes, sir,” Sloane acknowledged in the same tone. 

“Fuck,” Tommy growled, the coals in his eyes burning brighter than starfire. He grazed his top teeth down her neck and chest and over her other breast. Sloane shivered and then bucked herself off the mattress once he nipped at her areola. He lavished her breasts with a flattened tongue for a time, alternating between sucking and biting before licking a trail down her slender torso. 

Sloane lowered a hand down her body and parted her folds with her fingers in preparation. 

“That’s my girl,” Tommy praised her as he pressed wet kisses along her inner thigh. He’d moved himself down between her thighs, and opened her legs wide so that her pussy was on display to him. The October air in the ramshackle QZ apartment was cool on her exposed flesh, and Sloane would’ve been chilled if it weren’t for the burning heat of her lust keeping her warm. 

Tommy’s cheeks hollowed as he suckled at her glistening pearl making Sloane’s toes curl. “Just like that. Please. Oh fuck,” Sloane croaked through her dry throat.

Tommy’s tongue lapped at her folds before inserting two thick fingers inside of her. His free hand, the calloused one of a blue collar man, squeezed her thigh. Sloane’s fingers laced through Tommy’s dark silky curls before she pressed her palm at the crown of his head to welcome him closer. Sloane didn’t need to utter a single word because Tommy was already devouring her pussy with tongue, teeth, and fingers. Now that Sloane’s aching cunt had something to grasp around, she was damn near keening for Tommy. 

“Sweet as fuckin pie,” Tommy panted, the whites around his large pupils nothing more than a thin halo. “Gotta stretch you out for this cock, ain’t I?”

“Fuck!” Sloane cussed at his goading. She was nothing more than putty in his able hands–free for him to sculpt as he pleased. Sloane closed her legs, trapping Tommy’s head between her thighs. He pried her legs back open with one brute movement. He withdrew his fingers and substituted it for his speared tongue. Tommy’s thumb worked on her clit, and before Sloane knew it, her vision almost seemed to blacken stunningly. Her hitched breath came quick and uneven, and Tommy shook his head back and forth as he ate her out. “I’m…I’m…” Sloane stammered as she grabbed a fist full of his hair.

Tommy pulled away, his mustache and chin glistening with her essence. Her fingers clawed at him to return him to his post. “No, no, no. I was so close, Tommy!” 

Without a further word, Tommy’s mouth met hers again, and Sloane could taste herself on his tongue. She swirled it around his face to clean it, and in another swift movement, he was yanking her down. His large hand covered the majority of the back of her head as he pushed her down to his cock. “Shut up and suck this.” 

Sloane expelled a breathy moan from her chest as she fought against his hand. It’s not that she didn’t want to suck his cock, it’s that she knew that a bratty resistance would be met with consequences. 

And just like a moth to a roaring flame, Tommy grasped her throat with one hand as the other stayed resting on the back of her head. “I said suck it.” 

Sloane gave him an innocent, doe-eyed look as she lowered her mouth to his length. She parted her lips slowly and took her time collecting his inches in her mouth. Saliva flooded her mouth. And not before long, Tommy thrust his cock into the back of her throat. Sloane gulped in surprise, tears stinging her brown eyes. It didn’t take much effort for Tommy to reach the back of her throat to begin with, but his shove made her choke on it. 

“Open that pretty mouth wide, baby,” Tommy instructed as he situated two hands at the back of her head. When Sloane relaxed her jaw, his sheer size was met with less resistance. She gave him a pleading look as if asking for him to continue, and he answered by rutting his cock in and out of her mouth. Drool ran down the corners of Sloane’s lips as she gargled him. “Gonna give you some new material to dream about, ain’t I? How bout me fuckin your throat?” 

Sloane let out a long and steady exhale through her nose as her eyes fluttered shut. At first, she’d been mortified that Tommy caught her masturbating, and now she was finding herself thankful for the chance encounter because it ignited him in a way she’d never seen before. Sloane’s hand trailed down her torso and found her pussy. She plunged two slim fingers inside of herself and let out a whimper as he sheathed and unsheathed himself in her mouth over and over, in quick succession. 

“My little fuckin slut,” he panted as he observed her. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? Finger fuckin yourself while you take this cock.” Tommy’s face slackened as if on the verge of collapse, and he tugged his dick out of her throat. Sloane tried to put it back in her mouth, but he grabbed her chin. “Get on your stomach,” he said. 

Sloane rotated herself and rested on her knees so that her back was arched and ready for him. She would’ve preferred to be face-to-face so that she could watch when he spilled himself inside of her, but she still could always look over her shoulder as he worked on her from behind. 

Tommy went over to his paired pool of denim on the ground and freed his leather belt from its loops. He ran the material through his hand with a knowing smile on his face. Sloane gulped preemptively wondering what his plans were. She found herself hoping that he’d use it to bind her hands behind her back. The metal from the belt buckle clanked as he sauntered over to her, his chest puffed out and confident. 

Tommy palmed one of her ass cheeks with his hands before giving it a lazy smack. He ran the leather belt across her skin, and it felt buttery against it. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away with that whole mess from earlier, did you?”

Sloane’s lips parted in need. “W-what are you gonna do?” she asked, static crackling in her veins. 

“Teach you who you belong to, what else?” he asked with a shit-eating grin. A moan escaped Sloane’s strangled throat. He gave her a soft lash of the belt, and her body jolted alive with energy. Now she knew what the belt was for. 

Tommy raised his hand and brought the belt down like a judge striking a gavel to enact his justice. Sloane yawped, not from the stinging pain, but from the surprised pleasure that came shortly after that. “You like that, huh?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” Sloane whimpered with a nod. 

Tommy sucked on his bottom lip and shook his head as if the words caused him to short circuit. He struck her again with the belt, and Sloane didn’t have to look at her ass cheek to know that it had grown red and angry. Despite that, she had never been so desperately turned on. The leather sang through the air, and Sloane nestled her head in her arms as she arched herself higher to atone for her sins. 

“Tell me again,” he said.

“I’m yours first,” Sloane replied, her words muffled. 

Her body jerked as leather kissed her skin again, its savage caress unlike anything she’d ever known. He soothed the stinging spot with his rough hand. She heard the belt being thrown on the ground, and she was conflicted whether she was excited or saddened by it. On one hand, she was one step closer to being filled to the brim, and on the other, she was enjoying her masochistic streak. 

“C’mere, baby,” Tommy told her, the previous harshness in his voice evaporating into the ether. Sloane raised herself, turning her body slightly to look at him. The devoted look on his face was enough to make the bees in her chest take flight again. Sloane laid on her back, and Tommy crawled on top of her. “How you want me?” 

“Like this,” she nodded with a toothy grin. She cupped his cheek with one hand, and he leaned down to kiss her palm. It was a mundane, simple act, but its beauty was not lost on Sloane–not by a long shot. 

“You tell me what you want now,” he breathed. 

“Just love on me,” Sloane whispered as she clawed for his back. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he vowed with a toothy grin of his own–the pearlescence of it gleaming in the dimly lit apartment. 

Tommy lined his cock up at her entrance. Spit rained down from his mouth, and he used his thumb to rub it in. Sloane was positively soaked, so there wasn’t quite a need for the spit, but again, the extra thoughtfulness in his approach showed itself to her. His tongue darted out to his lip as he concentrated. Tommy sunk himself into her wet heat slowly and deliberately, and Sloane could feel herself parting for him as if in a warm embrace. He let out a gravelly groan and lowered himself to her, wrapping one of his arms under her neck. Sloane locked her legs around his torso, begging him closer than was possible. If she had it her way, she would’ve been able to jump inside his skin. 

“Tommy,” she crooned, almost drunk on the feeling of him. 

He used his free hand to get some pieces of hair out of her face. And he looked like he was about to say something, but he stopped himself. They’d been so brazenly open that the secrecy made Sloane want to ask him, but she stopped herself too. He rolled his hips into her slowly. “You’re so beautiful, Sloane,” he sighed. Sloane knew, somehow instinctively, that wasn’t what he’d been about to say, and yet she accepted it with the same grace in which it was given. 

Sloane wrapped her arms around his back and hugged him close to her. “You’re so beautiful,” she responded in kind. Although the unspoken was lingering somewhere in the air around them, it didn’t feel insidious, so Sloane let it fade away from them entirely. 

They resorted to exchanging a series of deep, unending kisses as Tommy stuffed her full of him. They exchanged breaths and spit as they unhurriedly collided. Their previous encounters had been lurid and debauched compared to the lazy and sensual wave that they rode together now. It wasn’t long, however, before they were both moaning each other’s names into the blackened night. 

Once Tommy’s cock softened, he pulled it out of her, trailing a mixture of their spent in its wake. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and the action made Sloane wrinkle her eyebrows as if deciphering what it meant. Tommy settled himself beside her with a satisfied sigh, albeit awkwardly. 

Sloane surveyed him with a small smile. It was curious to her how they crossed such expansive areas in the bedroom, although they treaded so carefully otherwise. Sloane knew that the move was hers to make, so she made it. She wordlessly settled herself on his chest and listened to the steadying thrum of his heartbeat–its passionate percussion booming in her skull. Sloane grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her. Tommy gave her a curious smile but didn’t say anything further. It wasn’t a bold or large move made on Sloane’s part, but it was progress nonetheless. The two eventually faded into sleep, tangled in each other’s limbs.

Chapter Text

November 24, 2005 Portsmouth, New Hampshire 

Sloane and the Miller brothers found themselves in the old port town of Portsmouth, New Hampshire on some lead given to them by Frank and Bill. Apparently there was a man who traveled by himself across the Piscataqua River between New Hampshire and Maine collecting and transporting supplies from one state to the next. If they could make connections with him, he would become a good supplier for them in their QZ smuggling network. It was a bit of a ways to travel for a lead, but Frank swore that the man was good for it, and that was enough for Joel to drag Sloane and Tommy along with him. If they made the connect, that meant a good deal of profit could be made for the three of them. That was as far and as much as Sloane knew about the details; all she cared about was getting paid. 

What she did know for sure, though, was that the colonial house turned bank they found themselves in smelled like mildew, and the broken windows brought in a cruel draft. They situated themselves on the third floor of the house on Joel’s behest. He claimed it was as good a spot as any, and Sloane learned not to second guess Joel when it came to matters of survival. She tended to follow his lead, and for good reason. 

Even with her winter gear and sleeping bag, Sloane’s teeth were chattering. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop her body from shivering either. Tommy laid beside her in his sleeping bag, and Sloane cussed to herself wishing for a bottle of whiskey to warm her body from the inside out. All she had was a canteen of water. Sloane let out a long sigh as she pondered her dilemma that prevented her from getting sleep. And it was much louder than she’d intended. 

“Between your fidgetin and sighin, how’s a man supposed to catch some shut eye round here?” Tommy asked groggily as he sat up. “I mean, shit, Savage.”

Sloane rubbed her arms with her hands, trying to spark some heated friction. “Sorry,” she whispered with a frown. “I’m so fuckin cold my nipples could cut through glass.” 

Tommy chuckled warmly and said, “If you think this is cold then–”

“Wait till winter,” Sloane finished his sentence for him. “I know it cause ya’ll make sure to remind me at least once a day.”

“Are–are your teeth chatterin?” Tommy asked suddenly.

“Y-yeah,” Sloane nodded to herself.

“Why didn’t you say anythin?”

“I d-didn’t really think you’d like to be woken up with my bellyachin for o-one,” Sloane quipped back, imagining the earful that would’ve gotten her.

“Get up.” Before Sloane could protest, Tommy insisted again. “Get up, lazybones.” Perhaps it was the cold or the exhaustion, but Sloane didn’t have the fire to bite back. The room was pitch black, and all she could hear was the sound of zippers and fabric being shuffled around. After a few blind moments, she felt Tommy’s hand feeling for hers through the dark, “C’mere.” He guided her down to the floor, and she found that he’d unzipped both of the sleeping bags completely, laying one of them down and the other to cover them, sandwiching them in between. 

Without a second thought, Tommy faced her and wrapped his arms around her. He pressed his cheek to her face in different spots and said, “Golly, you really are cold.” 

“Told you,” Sloane replied as she huddled closer to him, trying desperately to soak up any degree of warmth she could. The tip of his nose was chilly, but his cheeks were warm as if flushed. 

“You know there’s a way that we can fix this,” Tommy told her–the silly, slightly wavering edge of his voice not lost on her ears. 

Sloane huffed to herself. “Alright, genius. Tell me how.” 

Tommy lightly grasped her chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting it up. His breath brought welcomed warmth to her face. He brushed his lips against hers a few times, and the rigidity began to melt from Sloane’s bones by the simple touch. Tommy kissed her tenderly and sweetly, and she could tell by how she felt his muscles move that he was smiling–probably one of his shit-eating grins. “We both take off our clothes.”

Sloane broke from the momentary spell that she was under and jabbed him in the ribs playfully. “I’m freezin my ass off, and you want me to get naked? You ought to be ashamed.” 

“Ouch!” Tommy chortled as he rubbed the sore spot. “I’m suggestin it cause it's true! People do it for survival and whatnot.” He rubbed the tip of his nose along her jaw before pushing aside her hair to better whisper in her ear. “Plus, don’t act like you ain’t want to.” 

A chill danced down her spine, and she shivered again. Sloane exhaled sharply. “Fine, but only cause it feels like my extremities are gonna fall off one by fuckin one.” 

“Right, right,” Tommy teased. 

Sloane ignored him. Her emotions for Tommy were messy, complicated, and tangled like Christmas string lights. She didn’t know where they began and where they ended. What she knew with certainty, however, was how much she craved his presence and to feel his body pressed up against hers. As much as she tried to pretend like she didn’t, Sloane needed Tommy in more capacities than one. She just wasn’t sure how to decode those feelings yet. 

It took some time, but they shed all their layers. When Sloane tried to keep her underwear on, Tommy cited something about how it wouldn’t work because they had to be one hundred percent skin-to-skin. She knew it was a crock, but went along with it anyway. They pulled the blanket up to their chins, and Sloane turned her back to Tommy so that he could wrap his arm around her. 

Tommy propped his head up with his hand and used the other to rub down her goosebumped arm. His strokes were measured and strong, slightly massaging her with the weight of his grasp. Sloane found herself nearly purring as if she were a cat, subconsciously drawing herself closer against him. Tommy’s body always was a furnace burning redhot, and Sloane was all too happy to curl up against it and soak it up for her own. With each passing moment, he was thawing her. 

His hand wandered down to hers, and he intertwined her frigid digits in his warm ones. His muscular leg crossed over hers, and he used the strength of it to pull her closer still. His leg sat on top of her feet, heating them too. Sloane sighed and leaned her head back in relief. 

Tommy began kissing behind her ear, trailing down her neck to her shoulder. He bit her shoulder softly at first before pressing more kisses along it as if to soothe. Then he bit it again and harder. Sloane bucked back up against him, and when she felt his stiffness press up against her, she moaned. A rush of static washed over her, and for a stunning moment, her head was devoid of thoughts–empty of fear and insecurity. Sloane felt as if she were standing with her neck craned up to the sky on a warm spring day, letting the sun soak into her skin. But it wasn’t spring, and there was no sun. There was only Tommy. 

Tommy moved their hands, hers nothing more than a mere puppet under his. He skated it diagonally across her stomach and down to her slit. He guided their fingers along her pussy lips, and Sloane shivered again–not from cold but anticipation. Tommy’s warm, steady breath still caressed Sloane’s face, and his voice was rough yet tender like a bomb wrapped into a darling little package–bow and all. “We’re gonna need to warm those fingers,” he told her as he bent his middle finger against hers and dipped both against her core. Their fingers didn’t enter her yet, but they circled around the entrance. 

“We can’t,” Sloane stammered. She grit her teeth, half regretting the statement. She breathed softly and continued. “Joel’s right in the next room.” 

Tommy’s tongue licked the curvature of her ear. “I don’t give a damn.” 

All the cells in Sloane’s body were screaming to tell her that she in fact, also didn’t give a damn. But there was that nuisant and persistent voice that told her that she should. It wasn’t because she didn’t want Joel to know or was nervous about what he thought about it if he did. It was the fact that that voice in her head was her survival instinct speaking for her. When all she wanted to do was lay down and die, it told her to get back up. And right now, it was telling her that she should be getting rest for the day ahead. But more than that, Sloane knew deep down that there was something about Tommy that made her lose control. The longer she rotated in his orbit, the more control she lost, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. 

On the other hand, Sloane couldn’t deny how she’d been pressing her ass up against his hardness and how she’d already begun throbbing. The static had begun to electrify her and the thought of someone catching them when Tommy was balls-deep inside of her gnawed at her mind and turned her on even more. “W-what if someone hears us?” she asked as she bit her lip. 

Tommy commanded their pointer fingers to stroke Sloane’s clit, and she bit her lip harder. “Guess you’ll have to be quiet then. Can you be quiet, Savage?” Tommy questioned her back. They both knew based on experience that the answer was no, but Sloane nodded slowly. Tommy chuckled softly in her ear. “Tell you what. I’ll slip my cock inside you real quiet-like, and if you get too loud, we’ll cover your mouth.” Sloane’s eyes fluttered closed and loosed a breathy moan from her chest, his words stealing the air from it. “Alright?” he asked. 

“Alright,” she agreed. 

A weak groan crackled through Tommy’s throat. “Let’s warm up those fingers,” he said as he grabbed hold of her pointer finger too. He laid his middle finger on top of Sloane’s two slender fingers and guided them to her burning center. Sloane’s entrance yawned as their fingers plunged inside, and her body jerked. Tommy used his thumb and pinky to clamp on the sides of Sloane’s hand to control it with his own. All she could muster was a thankful whimper. 

Sloane’s fingers kept pace with Tommy’s, and before she knew it, she’d reached down her other hand to circle her clit. She wasn’t sure if it was her desire reaching a fever pitch or if Tommy’s suggestion actually worked, but Sloane wasn’t cold anymore. The slick between her thighs only grew as they worked on her together in tandem. She pursed her lips together tight, occasionally biting the dry corners of her mouth to occupy the incessant need to moan, coo, or cry out his name. Her cusses of praise were locked behind the barricade of her lips, but she knew that Tommy could still make out her muffled noises.

“You’re tryin so hard to keep quiet, ain’t ya?” Tommy goaded her before biting down on her shoulder again. 

“Mhmm,” Sloane acknowledged in a hushed, husky voice–the words barely escaping the corners of her mouth. 

Their fingers teased Sloane’s perfect spot as they dipped in and out of her pussy. It had scarcely just begun, but she could feel her toes flexing and curling as she writhed against him. If Sloane’s body was a blueprint, then Tommy was its architect knowing exactly what to do and when. Tommy’s finger pressed down on hers inside of her, encouraging them to curl to something akin to a hook. 

Sloane lost what little semblance of composure she had as she tilted her head back and let out a needy groan. “Fuck yes, Tommy,” she mewled. 

Tommy’s breath quickened as if her reaction had incited something within him, and their fingers moved faster. Sloane’s fingers were no more than a mere extension of his own at that point. Sloane’s other hand was already circling her glistening pearl as quickly as she could manage. She could feel the rumblings of a volcano shake within her core and its magma coursing through her like adrenaline. 

“Yeah? That feels good, don’t it, baby?” Tommy huffed against her skin. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” Sloane replied with a wrecking ball of abandon. 

“What happened to being quiet, Savage?”

Sloane reckoned that these were indeed the times when she was a hypocrite. She’s the one that told them they’d have to keep things quiet, and yet she couldn’t help herself. Tommy had the uncanny ability of sweeping her away at a moment’s notice. He’d meant it playfully of course, but being loved on by him when someone else was close by felt taboo in a way that she liked. 

“Then shut me up by kissing me, Tommy,” she responded, her voice turning smokier than a dying bonfire on the Fourth of July. 

His lips found hers magnetically as if he were some south pole being caught up in her north pole. The movement was graceful–languid and smooth. Their mouths connected together fervently as they exchanged air. Sloane and Tommy were a mess of clinking teeth, swirling tongues, and breathy moans. 

And not a moment sooner as Tommy shut her up with his mouth, the volcano of Sloane’s pleasure erupted. Their fingers didn’t relent as her body twisted and turned, nor did her other hand on her clit. She bared pressure down against her fingers, and she squeezed her thighs together to absorb its shock. 

“Fuck, I needed this. I needed this,” she whispered against his lips as she came. Sloane felt Tommy’s lips grow taught as if he were smiling again. 

Once her body stilled, Tommy’s fingers withdrew from her, and so did Sloane’s by proxy. He brought them up to his mouth, and before he could even do anything, her lips had parted. Sloane had seen him do it dozens of times, but it wasn’t enough. She was loathe that they were in the dark because she wished to see it again. Tommy put their fingers into his mouth and sucked her essence off of them. He withdrew their fingers slowly until she heard a wet pop. 

“Godfuckindamnit,” Tommy cussed with gravel in his voice. He shifted his body and guided her onto her back. Sloane knew by the grasp at her hips and the breath against her inner thigh that he was between her legs. He licked the length of her pussy lips in one long and gentle stripe. “And I need this,” he said.

The desire to be wrapped around his heavy cock burned through her chest, and Sloane seemed to be coughing up the smoke of it. “Fuck me,” she squeaked, something between a demand and a whine. 

“Don’t you rush me,” Tommy objected as he rose. He palmed her generous breasts easily in both hands. Tommy ran the flat of his tongue across one of her nipples and shook his head as he suckled it. Sloane’s nipples were hardened pebbles, and far too sensitive that she nearly yelped in bliss. He gave her other breast the same equal treatment before setting a punishing and slow trail of kisses down her abdomen. 

Tommy took his time eating her out. Sloane’s once cold body had now become feverish with impatience and Tommy’s warmth. Despite that, the flat of his tongue licking against her core still made shivers dance up and down her spine. Tommy didn’t lavish her like he normally did. More times than not, he devoured her whole like she was the only thing standing between him and starvation. But this time he was intentional and thorough as if savoring every moment. Sloane pinched one of her nipples while the other clawed through Tommy’s silky black hair. 

Her breath hitched as she arched her back off the ground. Tommy noted the subtle change and stiffened his tongue into a spear to plunge inside of her. He used the pad of his thumb to circle her clit as the other wandered up to her free breast to pinch the nipple too. Sloane found herself wishing again that she could see Tommy through the din blackness–to watch how his pupils blew and how his muscles flexed as he dined on her. There was something about locking her eyes onto his while they fucked that made her chest tight while also flutter. 

Sloane closed her slender thighs around Tommy’s head, locking him into place. Her bottom lip quivered with effort as she tried to stifle the moans on the tip of her tongue. Her efforts were dashed, however, when Tommy’s mouth made bright white stars fill her vision. “Fuck, Tommy. Oh, Tommy!” Sloane panted as he coaxed her further to the edge. “You’re so fuckin–” Sloane gasped, her mouth falling open as she grabbed Tommy’s hair in a fist. She rolled her body against his tongue, and he brought his hand up to her mouth to quieten her. His large hand covered half her face, and her words were distorted under the muzzle. 

Sloane’s chest rose and fell with effort as she recovered from her second shaking orgasm. Tommy’s lips rose to meet hers, and she sighed against them. Her body felt as if she’d just been shocked by an electrical socket–undoubtedly wired and gloriously alive. Sloane should’ve been satiated, but she only grew more greedy and ravenous. A string of spit connected them still as they pulled apart from their kiss. Sloane began to speak, but Tommy put his finger against her lips. “Hush now and turn around,” he said as he tugged her up.

Sloane was on her knees as Tommy’s fingers traced lines and shapes on her back. She tilted her head to the side and he licked down the dip between her neck and shoulder. His lips moved back to her neck, and he sucked at a spot for a few seconds before doing it twice more to other spots, leaving love bites behind. Tommy was marking her. He moved her long blonde hair to her other shoulder and licked back up her neck to her ear. He knew all too well how those spots made her come undone. Sloane reached behind her to grab his hands, struggling to find them for a few moments. Once she did, she guided them to knead her breasts.

Sloane rubbed her ass against Tommy, an instinctual and automatic response, and she could feel his hardness brush up against her. He poked it into her back a time or two earning her a guttural grunt. The cool air around them kissed her skin, but it didn’t chill her quite like before. Their hands massaged her breasts with Tommy’s on top of hers, and he whispered into her neck between kisses. “I fuckin hate bein on the road sometimes cause I can’t jump on you whenever I want. You drive me crazy, Savage.” Tommy nipped at her neck, and Sloane let out a breathy yet sharp exhale. “Absolutely fuckin crazy.” 

That much Sloane knew was true. And yet there was something different completely from knowing it rather than it being affirmed by someone else. And with the blissful wreckage in his voice…Sloane was finding that Tommy had the same effect on her. “When we get back to the QZ, I’m gonna be as loud as I please and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it,” she replied in a hushed voice. “Gonna let everyone know how well you fuck me.” 

Tommy laughed against her skin. “They already know, baby.” 

Sloane leaned her head back and laughed too. She was certain that the whole of their government issued housing’s tenants hated them because of their frequent, late, and loud trysts. “I know it,” she replied with a grin tilting on her face. “And I’m gonna make sure they don’t soon forget it.” 

“That’s my girl,” he replied with a chuckle before grabbing her by the shoulder and guiding her to lower her body a bit. Tommy slapped his cock against her ass and goaded her, “Ain’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Sloane stammered as she bit her lip in anticipation. 

“Good answer, Savage,” Tommy countered with a lustful sigh as he covered her mouth. He held it there as he used his other hand to guide himself inside her slowly. As soon as he slipped inside of her easily and without purchase, Sloane couldn’t help but keen against his hand as he pushed to the back of her. His hand moved to her hip, and he leaned in close to her as he set a smooth and leisurely pace. “Can you handle me takin my hand off that pretty mouth?”

“Mhmm,” Sloane’s voice replied, stifled against his hand as she nodded her head rapidly. 

“Alright then,” Tommy said as he brought the other hand down to her hip too. 

He used his hands to steady himself as he picked up the pace as he rutted his hips into hers. Sloane’s pussy lips parted for his thick cock with no resistance, and she wanted nothing more than to cry out for him to let him know how good it felt. Instead, she turned her head and leaned back to press her lips against his. “Mmmm,” she moaned into his mouth as her tongue swirled around his. 

As his pace quickened, Tommy’s kisses grew more and more interrupted by his own needy groans and hisses. He was panting into her mouth. “Fuck this,” he huffed as one of his hands forced her back lower until they were in the doggystyle position. “I need to be so much deeper.” He grabbed a bundle of her hair and tugged on it as his pace grew swift and ferocious. 

Sloane’s heart felt as if it were going to thunder out of her chest. Her appetite for Tommy was insatiable, and he was giving her what she wanted: more, more, more. Tommy’s natural approach to all things love and lovemaking was sweet, tender, and soft. But there were times that a switch would be flipped when he was possessive, demanding, and controlling. Sloane was pleased with him in any form and fashion, but there was something about the latter that made her absolutely weak for him. 

Sloane’s head was lifted, and she panted softly too as Tommy took her from behind. There was a stunning staccato rhythm to his methods as his cock slammed into her tight hole. Each time he withdrew, it promised only to be swallowed again by Sloane’s wet heat. The tension at the back of Sloane’s head was hot as Tommy pulled her hair, surely not realizing how tightly he was grasping it, but she liked it. 

There had always been a part of her that yearned to be possessed so completely, and it just so happened that when the mood struck, Tommy coveted her exactly in the way she’d always wanted. And it wasn’t him just wanting to use or conquer her. No, he wanted to love her so thoroughly, completely, and desperately that she wouldn’t be able to stand being loved by anyone else ever again. He pined for her with such a loyal and ardent obsession in which she’d never experienced before. Sloane knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was his magnum opus. 

“That’s my fuckin girl,” Tommy praised as his flesh smacked against hers, filling the room with the sounds of it. “You’re takin me so good.” 

“Yeah, I’m your girl, Tommy,” Sloane echoed as she clenched the sleeping bag in her fists. After she said that, Tommy’s hammering movements turned sloppy as his hips sputtered. Sloane bit her lip and got a mischievous smile. “I’m your fuckin girl, Tommy Miller.” 

“Oh my–” Tommy gasped as he gave her two more ruts and squeezed both of her ass cheeks. “Fuck!” he hissed as Sloane felt his come shoot inside her. She hummed happily to herself as she pushed herself against him slowly to keep stroking his cock. 

When he was done, Tommy let out a long steady stream of air as if the tension had just evaporated from his body. He withdrew himself from her and laid down with a sigh. Tommy tugged at Sloane’s arm. She laid on top of him and looked up at him from his chest. While she couldn’t see him, she knew that he was smiling. “Was it somethin I said?” Sloane teased innocently. 

Tommy chuckled and threw his arm around her and squeezed her close to him. “You know damn well what you do to me.” 

“That was cute and all. Your whole survivalist BS just so that you have an excuse to crawl all over me,” she goaded him in a low voice as she kissed up his neck. 

“Wasn’t no BS,” Tommy countered as his fingers gently danced up her spine. “You’re warm now, ain’t you?” They wandered up to the back of her head, and Tommy firmly grasped it. “Plus I don’t need an excuse.”

“Oh, you don’t, huh?” Sloane raised her eyebrow playfully.

“Naw,” he shook his head coolly. “Cause you always want it just as bad as I do.” He massaged her scalp. “You might pretend not off the rip, but it always ends the same.” 

“And how does it end?” she asked quietly. 

Tommy brought her ear down to his lips. “With you moanin my name and me comin in that cunt.” 

He’d rendered Sloane damn near breathless again. She swallowed the lustful lump in her throat and husked, “You just wait until we get back to the QZ, Miller. You’re gonna be the one moanin my name and loud.” 

“Naw, we gonna settle this right here and now, Savage,” Tommy countered cheekily. “Who gives a fuck who hears.” He pulled her down into another passionately endless torrent of kisses.