Ana texted me her friend's address and I returned to my car once I'd finished my coffee and punched the postcode into my GPS. Turns out Ana's friend lived in the west of the city and again I had to deal with the famous London traffic as I made my way there from the south. I pulled up to the curb outside Ana's friend's home and texted Ana to tell her I was here. I watched as the door swung open and Ana de Armas came sauntering out, markedly dressed down in a tight black top and a pair of gold pants. Ana waved, beaming me that gorgeous smile as I opened the car door and exited the vehicle.
"You can park here," Ana said, standing in an open space in her friend's large driveway.
I gave her a thumbs up and climbed back into the car. Of course I'd seen the spot when I arrived at the house, but I didn't want to park my car in a possible stranger's driveway without an invitation. I pulled into the parking spot and stepped out of the car.
"Hi," said Ana, grinning at me as I closed the car door.
Though affluent, the street Ana's friend lived on was more built-up than Rosamund's was, so Ana was weary of prying eyes. With that in mind, she greeted me with a simple hug, not the full on tongue-wrangling kiss that she usually did.
"Shall I get my case?" I asked, twirling my keys around my finger as I gestured to the trunk of my car.
"Mmhmm," said Ana. "She said you can stay here."
"Cool," I said as I fetched my case from the trunk, locking the car as we walked towards the open door.
Ana led me into the house and through to the lounge where, sitting on the couch, was the familiarly ample frame of Miss Lashana Lynch. Now, this was less of a surprise, as while I wasn't aware of Ana and Rosamund's friendship, I was very aware of her and Lashana's, having seen
No Time to Die
. It also gave me a pretty good idea of what might happen in France, but more on that later.
"Tyler!" she said as I entered the room. "Fuckin' hell, small world, eh?"
"I'll say," I laughed as she hurried towards me, pulling me in for a very warm hug.
I peered down over her shoulder, seeing how the long orange skirt she was wearing hugged her ass in just the right way. Honestly, I think she'd struggle to find a piece of clothing that
didn't
hug her ass, but that's besides the point.
"Wait, you know him too?!" Ana asked, looking slightly shocked as another of her British mates greeted me like a lifelong friend.
"Yep," said Lashana, grinning as she wrapped an arm around me and planted a kiss on my cheek.
Ana laughed then looked at me, muttering something in Spanish. "Is there anyone in this country you
haven't
fucked?!"
"Yeah," I said with a shrug of my shoulders. "There's gotta be someone, surely."
Ana and Lashana both burst out laughing, then Lashana took my hand in hers and led me across the room. "Come on, I'll give you the tour."
Lashana showed me around her home and Ana tagged along with us despite presumably having already seen it. Her house was modest compared to some of the mansions I'd visited back home in LA, but very...homey, for want of a better word. Her hallway and landing were both decked out with mementos of her acting career and nods to her Jamaican heritage. There was a big picture of her and Brie Larson at the top of the stairs, and Lashana flashed me a grin as we passed it, no doubt thinking, just as I was, of the time I fucked them both in the ass (see my Gemma Chan story for further details). Lashana showed me the upstairs rooms, wrapping up the tour with the master bedroom.
"...and this is my bedroom," she said as she ushered me in.
I stepped inside and looked around.
"Big enough for three," she added with a wink.
"So I see," I said back, grinning.
"Meirda," Ana laughed. "I'm gonna have to keep my eye on you two, huh?"
"What, in case we start fucking?" Lashana asked her. "Isn't that why you brought him here?"
Ana chuckled. "OK, you got me there."
The girls both laughed. "We won't get started without you, don't worry," Lashana assured, then clapped her hands together as she changed the subject. "OK, who's hungry?"
Lashana led us back downstairs and through to the lounge/kitchen-diner as she rustled us up some food. Three of us talked while Lashana made dinner, asking us what we'd been up to so far. Ana filled her in on our night with Rosamund, and seemed to take particular joy in telling her about my submissive role and how many hours I was cuffed to the ceiling. She neglected to mention how I pounded her into a coma once they set me free, but I guess that goes without saying.
"Oh, blimey!" Lashana laughed. "Sounds like our night together, doesn't it, Ty?"
The 'coma' comment applies there too.
Lashana asked what I'd gotten up to while Ana was busy with work and I filled them both in on my evening with Juno and Hannah. I gave them a rundown of everything we did, but didn't name names, despite the girls' insistence. Confidentiality and all that.
Lashana cracked open some Red Stripe beers, which she said was the perfect accompaniment to the meal she'd prepared of jerk chicken, rice and peas, a Jamaican staple. We continued to talk over dinner then moved to the couch where we finished the twelve pack that Lashana had opened. It was there that things began to happen.
As Ana finished the last of her beers, she set down the bottle on Lashana's coffee table and stretched herself out across her black leather couch. Resting her head against the armrest, Ana kicked her shoes off and laid her legs out in front of her, ending up with her knees in my lap and her feet in Lashana's. Of course, my hands went straight to her legs and I began to gently stroke them as we kept on talking, while Lashana started rubbing her feet.
It was all pretty innocent to begin with, but things kicked up a few more notches when Ana slipped a foot from Lashana's hands, ran it over her thigh and mine, and placed it in my crotch. Looking at each other from across the couch, the girls were wearing the exact same grin as Ana's foot started rubbing my cock, teasing it through my pants.
I felt my cock get instantly hard, and it only got harder as Lashana took my chin in her hand and pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed her back with immediate vigour, letting my tongue slide into her mouth as those big, thick lips pressed against my own. I felt a hand run down my chest, continuing past my six pack abs and finally stopping when she reached my belt.
Our lips came apart and she looked across at Ana as she pulled my belt from the first two loops, raising her eyebrows like she was asking permission. Ana nodded with a big, wide grin, and Lashana began to unbuckle my belt as Ana continued to tease my cock, running her foot down the fully hard shaft. Lashana quickly unclasped my pants then ordered me to stand so I could pull them down. Ana moved her foot and quickly I did as instructed, lowering my boxers with them as I sat back down on the couch.
"Mmm, yes," Lashana purred, curling her fingers around the base of my shaft. "I've missed this cock."
"So have I," Ana declared, now kneeling on the couch with her hands down beside her.
Lashana laughed. "You only had it two nights ago, you fucking slag!"
"Exactly," Ana grinned. "That's 48 hours!"
"Fuck, you thirsty bitch," Lashana grinned back, adopting the same position as Ana as she dipped her head down into my lap.
Ana took my face in her hands and pulled me in for a kiss. I promptly moaned straight in her mouth as Lashana's lips slid over my crown and began to sink down the length of my shaft. I was quickly reminded how great her mouth felt as she started to bob her head, guiding her lips up and my cock. Her lips went deeper with every pass and I was forced to break my kiss with Ana, unleashing a very charged-up moan as my crown pushed past Lashana's tonsils and her lips sunk down to the base of my shaft.