by Lane Hart
“I understand. Good luck, Gabriel,” he says with a smile.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
Ian
“I’m so fucking full,” I tell Quincey with a hand on my gut. My six-pack is more like a keg at the moment after four beers and three-quarters of a large pepperoni pizza.
“You ate like a starving man,” she replies with a giggle, rubbing her palm up my chest. It’s a knee-jerk reaction to grab her wrist when her fingertips nearly touch the outline of my eagle tattoo. A reaction I can’t seem to fight. To try and make up for the unconscious and abrupt move, I bring her palm to my lips to kiss it before lowering it back down to my stomach.
“If you had to eat prison food for years, you would be starving too,” I assure her, even though part of it was comfort eating because I can’t stop thinking about Gabe on his date with a dude, doing gay shit.
“I have an idea for dessert…” Quincey says, just as there’s a rapid knock on the door.
“Ian? I changed my mind!” Gabriel shouts through the wood.
Oh, thank fuck.
Not only is he back from his date early as hell, but he’s agreeing to a threesome. Which is when I remember I probably need to get Quincey up to speed and get her approval.
“Ah, well, there’s something I have in mind for dessert too,” I begin quietly.
“What?” Quincey asks with her brows raised, waiting patiently for my confession.
“Did you hear me? I’m in, so let me in, man!” Gabe continues to yell through the door.
“Is that Gabriel? Why aren’t you answering?” she asks me when I don’t move. “Do you want me to get it?” Quincey starts to get off the bed, but I grab her wrist to pull her back down.
“I told Gabe that you wanted a threesome.”
“You what?” she asks as she blinks wide green eyes at me like I’m out of my mind.
“Can you really tell me that the idea of both of us naked in bed with you doesn’t turn you on?”
“I-I, that…the point is, this isn’t the type of thing you spring on someone!” she huffs.
“Come on, baby doll. Live a little,” I try to soften her up by leaning over to lick around her ear. After our short time together, I’ve already realized it’s her weakness. Get her ear wet, and I’m pretty sure she gets soaking wet between her legs. “Watching you suck his dick last night was hot as fuck. You liked being told what to do, didn’t you? I could give you all sorts of naughty orders all night long.”
Her entire body shivers before she says, “Tonight?”
“Yeah. Tonight. Right fucking now.”
“What happened to ‘I promise to give your pussy a break for the rest of today’?” she questions.
“I did give your pussy a break for the day. But the sun’s gone down now, baby doll,” I point out. Tonguing her ear, I ask, “What do you say, Quincey? I’ll make it so good for you. I’ll eat your pussy for dessert, making you come at least twice before I fuck you.”
Her gasp is noticeable before she answers. “Oh-okay. Fine.”
“Thank you.” I kiss her temple and then roll off the mattress to answer the door in just my boxer briefs. I don’t even consider covering up since we’re all about to get naked.
Making sure my face is completely blank, I jerk the door open just an inch, resting my arm above my head to block the view of the bed. “What?” I snap at him.
As expected, Gabriel’s eyes can’t resist lowering down my body I proudly displayed for him. His gaze spends a couple of extra seconds on the few inches he can see of my package in the tight cotton.
Licking his lips like he’s desperate to have me in his mouth again, he says, “I’m in. I’ll do it. I’ll…” He lowers his voice. “I’ll have a threesome with you and Quincey.”
“What happened to your date?” I ask, not letting him off that easy.
“There weren’t any sparks, so I came back after we finished dinner.”
There’s no way he had time to get to a restaurant, order and eat since he hasn’t been gone more than half an hour.
“What did you have?”
“Huh?” he asks.
“To eat? What did you have to eat?” I ask.
“Oh, um, okay, so fine! I didn’t get around to ordering after you put all this shit in my head.”
I try and fail at hiding my grin because I knew he was lying.
Glancing back at the bed that he can’t see with my body blocking it, I whisper, “Give me ten minutes to get rid of the prospect. He should get to come at least once…”
“Cedric’s working the bar, you liar,” Gabriel says with a smirk.
“Guess that makes two of us,” I tell him before I throw the door open and grab his shoulder to pull him inside, shutting and locking it behind him.
Chapter Thirteen
Quincey
What the hell did I just agree to?
One second Ian and I were hanging out eating pizza, and the next he’s ambushing me, asking me to have a threesome and talking me into it before I even had a chance to think it over.
Why is he so gung-ho about Gabriel joining us in bed? Is it some sort of fantasy he’s wanted to do since he was locked up?
I’m not the type of girl to go to bed with two men at the same time! This is exactly what Peyton was warning me about. I don’t know Ian and have no clue about the types of sexual things he’s into or if I will like them.
Although, what I did last night was probably worse than a threesome. Having sex with Ian in front of other people and then giving Gabriel a blowjob minutes afterward was way out of my comfort zone, but I don’t regret it. Well, except for how shitty Gabriel made me feel afterward…
“First things first,” Ian says when he opens the door to let Gabriel into the room. I’m not sure where he’s been, but the younger man looks damn good in his navy-blue fitted suit. Grabbing Gabriel by the back of his neck, Ian tells him, “Apologize to Quincey for the shit you said to her last night.”
“Oh, right. Sorry, Quincey,” Gabriel says. “We were just having fun, and I shouldn’t have said that. I’m the last person in the world who should slut shame…” he starts, and then Ian slaps him upside the back of his head to stop him.
“Enough of that,” Ian says. “I don’t know about you two, but I could use a drink before we get naked.”
“Me too,” I agree.
“Since I’m the only one fully dressed, I’ll go grab a bottle from upstairs,” Gabriel offers before he disappears out the door like he’s not entirely sure about what we’re planning to do either.
When he’s gone, Ian comes over and sits on the side of the bed. I can’t help but ask him, “Have you had a threesome before?”
“Ah, yeah,” he answers while tilting his head to each side to crack his neck.
“You have? With another guy?” I say in surprise.
Shaking his head, he tells me, “No. Hell no. Two girls.”
“Oh. So, this is your first one with a girl and another guy?”
“Yeah, why? Is that gay or something?” he asks when he looks at me over his shoulder, sounding a bit defensive.
“No. Of course not. I was just wondering why you were so adamant about wanting one tonight, with Gabriel, sort of out of the blue.”
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he grumbles. “Just make up your mind, woman.”
“It’s fine. I think,” I reply. “I do want to give it a try.”
“Okay,” Ian says.
“I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to do,” I admit.
“Easy,” he mutters. “You do whatever the fuck I say. Starting with, take your clothes off and spread your legs so I can eat your pussy.”
That’s the reason I like being with Ian. He has no problem giving orders, and I like following them. When I’m doing what he tells me to do, I don’t feel insecure or worry I’m not doing something right.
My shirt and bikini top are over my head a second later, and then I push my cotton
shorts and bikini bottoms down my legs, kicking them off. I don’t have a chance to part my thighs before Ian pounces on me.
The first flick of his long tongue all the way down my slit has my back arching off the bed.
“You taste like heaven, baby girl,” Ian says, his growling voice vibrating against my flesh before he gets right back to work.
I barely notice when Gabriel returns, saying something about us starting without him. I’m too busy trembling and moaning as my eyes roll back in my head. By the time my orgasm dissipates, and I come back down from the clouds, I’m so relaxed that Ian and Gabriel could practically do anything they wanted, and I wouldn’t mind.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” Ian’s voice commands.
At first, I think he’s talking to me. But then I remember I’m already naked and on the bed.
I think.
It sort of feels like I’m still floating on the ceiling.
Guess he was talking to Gabriel, because the mattress dips next to my head and then there’s a lot of tan male flesh in front of me. The black and white dragon tattoo on his muscular arm catches my eye first before I take in the rest of his sculped upper body. He has a few patches of dark hair on his chest and stomach, leading down to his thick cock swinging between his legs as he crawls closer on his knees.
“Suck Gabriel’s dick while I suck your clit again,” Ian directs me.
I finally lift my eyes up to the younger, quieter man’s face to see if that’s what he wants.
He takes a swig of clear liquor from the bottle he’s clutching tightly around the neck while keeping his eyes on Ian, who’s swirling his tongue over my clit in the best possible way. Then, Gabriel sets the bottle down on the bedside table and reaches for the back of my head. He pulls my mouth down to his dick that’s currently only semi-hard. I take that as a challenge. After kissing his crown softly a few times, I wet the underside of his shaft with my tongue while cupping his sac in my palm and rolling his balls around. Slowly but surely, he lengthens and hardens in my mouth until it’s almost uncomfortable to stretch my lips all the way around his impressive girth. I relax my throat as Gabriel begins to drive his cock in and out of my mouth with force. He barely makes a sound as he holds my hair in his fist to keep my head still. I’m actually glad when he takes over, because Ian’s tongue is lapping at me so furiously that I shatter apart again so hard and fast that I can’t concentrate on anything except keeping my mouth open wide.
When Ian’s fingers start to drill inside of me, I moan through the tremors, humming around Gabriel’s cock, which has him shouting a curse and finally losing control.
By the time I come back down from my pleasure high and open my eyes, Gabriel’s warm release is pulsing down my throat. He holds my face to his body while I swallow everything he’s giving me.
Gabriel
I have to admit that a threesome with Ian is better than nothing. At least I get to see him naked after he finishes eating Quincey’s pussy on the first round. His body is amazing, and this is the first time that I’ve ever seen all of it at one time. The Harley Davidson bald eagle with its wings spread wide that I tattooed across his chest is one of my favorite parts. Seeing it is like seeing a piece of myself permanently inked onto his flesh. Does he think about me whenever he sees the design in the mirror?
Those are the first thoughts that went through my head before Ian ordered Quincey to suck my dick. I didn’t even bother telling her she doesn’t have to tonight since Ian said she wanted this fucking threesome. Instead, I hammer my dick into the back of her throat with my eyes closed tight, imagining it’s Ian’s mouth instead. I last as long as I possibly can before he makes her moan and I finish down the back of her throat. The release feels good, but only a little better than my hand. It’s just not…mind-blowing when I’m with a woman, and it never has been.
When I pull out of her mouth, I wipe my still dripping dick on Quincey’s tits and then roll to my back, propping my right arm behind my head just in time to watch Ian slam inside of her pussy. His mouth and goatee are still glistening with her juices as he folds her body in half and then fucks her hard and fast like the world is going to end if he doesn’t come in the next five minutes.
Quincey cries out in either pain or pleasure, and then her fingernails are clawing at the bedsheets trying to find something to hold on to before the closest hand grips my left arm and her nails dig in.
And, fuck, it hurts as she pierces through my skin and screams Ian’s name. But I don’t remove her claws. Stupidly, it’s like a connection to Ian and as close as I’ll ever get to him fucking me the way I’ve wanted for so many damn years.
This, tonight, is only about him giving in to what Quincey wanted – two men in bed. Ian’s never going to let me touch him again. Those days are long gone, still locked up tight on the other side of the prison walls like they’re too deviant to ever be released into the free world.
So this, watching the man I want fuck a woman, is the best I can do.
I would do anything just to have him want to touch me.
“Ian, oh god!” Quincey screams when Ian presses his thumb to her clit while he keeps pounding his cock into her.
But his denim blue eyes that are even darker than usual with lust are actually on me. They do a quick sweep up my body, spending a few seconds longer on my ink before locking in on my face.
“Suck her tits,” he says with a nod of his chin to the woman underneath him.
“What? Why?” I ask before I can even help myself.
“You made a mess on her tits, now clean it up,” he says, not even sounding out of breath from his exertions. Is that because he’s not all that into it? Fuck, of course he is. Even I can admit that Quincey’s hot. Her perfect, smooth ivory skin is so flawless I want to draw on it. A bright, colorful flower and some filigree trailing over her bony hip would be sexy as hell. Some black and white rose vines along the side of her ribs would be beautiful too. I guess it’s no surprise that I want to ink her in two of the most painful spots on the body as payback for how much it hurts to see her with Ian.
“Gabriel,” Ian snaps to get my attention and issue a demand. So I give in and do what he wants. God knows I would do anything he asked me to do and so does he, the asshole. Leaning over, I cup Quincey’s right breast and swipe my tongue over her budded nipple before closing my lips around it, sucking on it. Hard.
“Oh my god!” Quincey screams as her fingers weave through my hair to urge me on.
And maybe I’m mistaken, but I could almost swear that Ian’s thrusts faltered just a little either because her pussy clenched around his cock or because he was affected by seeing my mouth on her. Maybe both. Just in case it was the latter, I go all in on licking and sucking my salty, sticky mess from her tit like it’s the best goddamn thing I’ve ever tasted, all while watching Ian’s face. I attack her nipples like a rabid animal until Quincey’s fingers tighten in my hair and Ian shouts as he slams into her one last time before his body stills. He shudders so hard with his release that I feel the vibrations through Quincey’s tit.
When Ian pulls his dick out of her, he stays kneeling between her wide open thighs as he pants and recovers, while I get on my hands and knees to dip my head down to her wet cunt, licking up every drop of his cum from her pussy before it even has a chance to drip out.
Yeah, I would rather suck it off his dick; but since that’s not going to happen, especially not in front of a woman, I settle for the next best thing. He really is an idiot for not using condoms; but if he had, I wouldn’t be able to indulge in tasting him again.
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” Quincey chants softly as I devour her fast and furiously like I’m trying to eat a melting ice cream cone on the scorching beach in the middle of July. She doesn’t come from having my tongue fucking her cunt, so once she’s all cleaned up, I start battering her clit with just the pointed tip.
Quincey’s hips start to rock against my face, but before she comes, Ian slams his cock inside of h
er again which puts his shaft just centimeters away from my mouth. I start to lift my head, but then Ian’s rough hand on the back of it is forcing my face back down.
When I look at him from the corner of my eye, he grunts, “Don’t stop now.” Then, Ian’s guiding my movements up and down on her clit like he used to do when I was sucking him off. And when Quincey is crying out nonsensical words and bucking underneath us from the intensity of another orgasm, Ian just so happens to direct my mouth a little bit lower so that my tongue is subtly rubbing against his shaft when it slides in and out of her. With one hand in my hair, his other is playing with his balls, just like I would do for him when I sucked him off.
“Oh fuck! I’m coming!” Ian growls, and then I’m tasting his seed again when he blows another load inside of her.
I have to admit, I think I’m becoming a big fan of threesomes.
Chapter Fourteen
Ian
I shouldn’t have touched Gabriel with Quincey in the room with us, but I couldn’t seem to help myself after seeing his damn mouth on her tits and then eating her pussy with the same enthusiasm he used to suck my dick.
Quincey probably doesn’t know or care that he went down on her to get to me, but I know exactly what he was doing.
And I got so turned on watching that I was hard again quicker than ever, raring to go again.
Now it’s done and over. Quincey drifted right off to sleep with a smile on her face, just like last night. That girl is a lightweight when it comes to orgasms.
So Gabriel and I are the only ones awake in bed after I clean up in the bathroom.
“You want to watch some TV?” he asks before I can kick him out.
“Yeah,” I answer, because I do. That’s the only reason I don’t tell him to get lost. I grab the remote control and navigate to the ‘On Demand’ menu, where I find a backlog of seasons of my favorite show, "Ink Master."
