Three-Way Split

by Elia Winters

  “I’m pretty crazy.” She looked up at him, daring him to meet her on this, to play like she wanted to play. “You in?”

  “Fuck yes, I’m in.” He stepped up to where she sat and pulled the swing, bringing her legs to either side of his hips. Bending, he kissed her again, rougher, before letting her back down. From there, Hannah’s mind went foggy again under the influence of his kisses. He stripped off her clothes with single-minded focus, large hands deft at buttons and zippers, baring her skin to the cool air. When her bra fell to the floor, he paused, and yeah, she could definitely get used to being looked at with that kind of lust.

  Sometimes, being exposed like this in front of a new person was uncomfortable, but Ben’s gaze was nothing but awe. “I wish…” he started, then paused. “I wish I could lay you out and really take my time with you.”

  Not like that, not tonight. Some nights were for slow, leisurely sex, but Hannah already burned from the inside out, and she was not going to wait. “I don’t want you to take your time.” She tugged his shirt up and off, standing on tiptoes. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Ben cupped her breasts in both hands, and all her words disappeared again. His warm palms pressed against the cool skin. More. God, she wanted more than this soft touch; she pushed forward. The pads of his fingers brushed lightly on her nipples, too lightly, a tease that made her moan in frustration. Her pussy was throbbing and he hadn’t even really touched her yet. But then he rolled her nipples between his fingers like he’d done earlier, no clothing in the way this time, and she shivered all the way down to her toes.

  She needed him naked, now. Tugging at his clothes, she got him to let go of her enough to get undressed, and finally, she could get a look at him.

  Holy shit. His cock was ridiculous, large and thick and gorgeous, swollen and leaking at the tip. She could close her fist around it, but barely. Her tight grip made him groan, his eyes falling closed. She could watch him like this forever, his openmouthed pleasure at her gentlest touch.

  Ben moved quickly, dragging her against him to kiss her hard and rough and with all the need she was feeling as well. They wanted this. She wanted this. The sex, the closeness, the breathless desperation… She wanted all of it, couldn’t get it fast enough.

  “Easy,” he murmured against her mouth, his hand closing over hers. She’d been stroking him harder, faster, in her excitement, and she stilled beneath his hand. “You’re gonna get me too worked up.” He smiled and kissed her again.

  Without any further preamble, he squatted and picked her up, a sudden quick lift with his arms wrapped around her thighs. She gasped, hands going to his shoulders for balance.

  “Fuck!” She looked into his eyes, now at their level.

  “What, nobody ever picked you up before?”

  “Not in a really long time. And never like this.” She smiled, the exhilaration of arousal and playfulness combining into a really heady aphrodisiac. Ben lowered her onto the swing, where she clung to the straps for a moment of unsteadiness until she found her balance. Her feet were only about a foot off the floor, but it felt way higher, like she might slip out at any moment.

  “You’re not going to fall,” he said as if reading her mind. “Relax. It looks like you can lean back on this strap right here.”

  “Right.” She let out a shaky laugh. “This feels different than hanging in it for just lounging around.” She kept a death grip on the straps as she leaned back, and yeah, the back strap cushioned her and kept her mostly upright. Her body teemed with conflicting sensations. Dizziness from being weightless, excitement, a touch of fear that made her all the more aroused.

  Ben took a moment to see how everything worked, then threaded her legs through the separate leg straps, sliding them up so that each of her thighs was supported. In this position, she was exposed, her thighs spread wide, her legs bent at the knee and feet dangling. Her heart was going to beat out of her chest. Fuck, this was too much; she was in over her head here, and she wanted more.

  The first stroke of his fingers over her cleft shocked her body like electricity. He brushed over her, light touches up and down the folds of her pussy, not lingering anywhere she wanted him for too long.

  “You’re so wet.” His voice sounded rough. “God, you’re soaked.”

  A blunt pressure stretched her open so perfectly, those same fingers working into her, sliding through her slickness.

  She couldn’t do much more than moan in response, her body limp under his caresses. In the swing, she couldn’t reciprocate, and lying here under his touches was going to drive her mad.

  “More, please.” She tried to shift closer and couldn’t.

  Ben finally moved up to her clit, right where she wanted his touch, and began rubbing in slow circles with his thumb. His fingers deep inside her pressed against her G-spot. Yes, holy mother of god. Fuck, his touch made her struggle to speak or think. The cold air of the storage room contrasted with his hot fingers and with her own wet folds, a combination that set her trembling.

  “Please,” she begged. To hell with how desperate she sounded. “Please fuck me.”

  “You’re kind of demanding, you know.” Ben grinned.

  Watching him slick the condom over his erection was enough to make her pussy twitch again. He was huge. He was going to push inside her, impaling her, exactly how she wanted. He stroked himself, hand moving over his latex-wrapped shaft. He was beautiful.

  Ben lined up between her legs, the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Grabbing her hips, he began to guide himself inside.

  “Oh, fuck.” Hannah felt that penetration all throughout her body, and her curse dissolved into a moan.

  Ben had his eyes closed, and the strain of not fucking all the way into her was written on his face. He moved achingly slowly, taking his time, easing into her, filling her up. He seemed to go on forever. Just when she thought there couldn’t be any more of him, he kept going, and she took him even deeper. The all-consuming helplessness was intoxicating, the pleasant fullness and rippling spasms running all through her pussy. She let the slow, deep penetration overtake all of her senses. When he finally bottomed out, balls-deep inside her, she clenched a few times to test the sensation. She’d never been full like this. Ben stretched her to her body’s limits, and each clench made her shiver. Hanging like this, she couldn’t move against him, couldn’t thrust, had to just take it.

  Ben breathed out steadily, slowly, and opened his eyes.

  “You’re burning hot.” His cock twitched inside her, pressing against some spot that made her gasp again. “Jesus. You’re killing me.”

  “Fuck me, please.” She tried to shift her hips, wiggling again so he moved against her. “I can’t even move.”

  “Mmm. So impatient.” He smiled, then took her by the hips and began to move more steadily.

  That made her lose her words. She wanted to talk more, tell him what he was doing was good, so good, but she couldn’t do anything but breathe and moan. Each thrust lit her up like the first, impossibly good, impossibly deep. How could she think like this, her body strung out at its limits?

  Ben reached out to take her nipples in between his fingers, twisting them. Each thrust pulled against his grip, and suddenly, she was on the edge. Where had that even come from? Flailing wildly, she caught hold of the webbing straps, some measure of stability, something to keep her anchored to this moment.

  Her orgasm didn’t wash over her as much as slam into her full force. The world went white, then black, her pussy clenching around his cock, body trembling, all her muscles seizing up as nearly unbearable pleasure exploded outward from her core. Ben was still moving within her, dragging out her orgasm with each deep stroke, and she gasped and cried out. Another few strokes and he was coming as well, holding himself deep inside her, his climax so intense, his cock pulsed against her inner walls.

  “Holy shit.” Ben pulled out, gasping and shaking his head, already taking care of the condom with shaking hands.

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sp; Hannah took a few moments to catch her breath as well. The emotions of orgasm still rolled through her body, bliss and vulnerability, a desire for closeness that she could push aside.

  “I have got to get me one of these swings,” Ben said, returning to her side.

  The jokes came easy, her mind floating free as her body. “Yeah? You want to hang it in your place for all the good fucking?” She tried to wriggle herself free but then gave up and waited for him to help. “Think Mitchell would like it?”

  He began lifting her legs out of the straps, letting her free one step at a time. “I’m not used to talking about sex with one person after having sex with another, you know.” He smiled.

  “You don’t think it’s hot?”

  “Maybe a little.” His smile was light, lascivious, and fun, and she instantly relaxed tension she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Rather than bring her to her feet, he bodily lifted her out of the swing and into his arms, then set her down on the floor. She wobbled, and he caught her, holding her until she was ready to stand. She started to pull on her clothes.

  “Oh, not going to sit naked on all the furniture in here?” Ben grinned and started to get dressed as well.

  “Definitely not.” Hannah laughed.

  “It conditions the leather, you know.”

  She pressed a hand to her head. “You’re something else. I like laughing with you. I don’t always feel like laughing after sex. Which is a shame, because fucking is fun.”

  “That’s for damn sure.” Ben sighed.

  “Do you and Mitchell laugh a lot?”

  Ben pulled his shirt over his head. “During sex, or otherwise?”

  “Well, I was thinking of sex, but anytime.” Picturing them together made her more curious, not less.

  Ben looked at her for a few seconds. “You really want to ask about me and Mitchell, huh?”

  “I’m curious.”

  “All right.” He sat down on one of the chairs, and she sat down in her desk chair. “Sometimes Mitchell takes it a little too seriously, but usually I can get him to loosen up.”

  “So you two…” She wasn’t sure how to ask the question about Ben and Mitchell’s relationship. “I mean, you’re not dating, but clearly you’re not exclusive, or you wouldn’t be here, I hope.”

  Ben shook his head. “Oh. No, Mitchell and I both date other people.” He paused. “Well, not lately for me. And not in a long time for him. But that’s it. Just sex. And really good friendship.” He folded his arms, and he made a fine sight sitting there. If she hadn’t literally just finished a fantastic orgasm, she’d consider going for round two.

  “I see.” She could appreciate the arrangement. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

  “Nah.” Ben shrugged. “I don’t think it’s a secret.” He paused as if realizing something. “I don’t think it’s a secret. I’m realizing we never really talked about whether we talked about it or not.”

  “Well, have you ever told anyone else?”

  “No.” Ben tapped his lips with a finger. “And I don’t think he has, either. Shit, I’ve gotta tell him I told you.”

  “I’m sure it’ll come up.” She hadn’t expected so much of their postsex time to be spent talking about Mitchell, but a curiosity remained, and it was definitely rooted in the naughty, dirty fantasies she’d been spinning about him. “So you said he’s bi, too?”

  “Yeah.” Ben nodded. “I don’t know if he has a preference, but he goes both ways.”

  “And you? Do you have a preference?”

  “I prefer that they’re as excited as I am.” Ben grinned. “Otherwise, I don’t really care. What about you? You said earlier you’re just into guys?”

  “I am sadly heterosexual.” Hannah smiled. “I disappointed a roommate back in college with that, but I have to admit, I have no sexual or romantic feelings for other women.” After pausing, she added, “But I can appreciate that they are beautiful.”

  “Obviously.”

  “You and Mitchell.” Hannah put her arms on the armrests of the chair, spinning the chair back and forth a few inches as she thought about how to broach this subject. “You guys get jealous?”

  “How do you mean?”

  If she brought this up directly, she might ruin any future plans with Ben, but it was important to clear the air so she knew. “What if I wanted to ask him out? Would you be cool with that?”

  Ben pursed his lips. “Sure. We’re not dating. And even if we were, I don’t own you. I don’t control who you see.” He looked honest, too; there was no guile in his expression. “And I already talked to Mitchell about where I had hoped tonight might go. We’re cool.”

  “Okay. That’s…okay. He didn’t strike me as the casual-sex kind of guy.” And maybe that wasn’t all the way true, maybe it was just an excuse, but she didn’t have to admit it out loud.

  Ben chuckled. “Mitchell’s a lot of things he doesn’t seem to be at first. Give him a chance.” He raised his eyebrows. “In fact, I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

  Chapter Five

  Mitchell unbuttoned his chef’s jacket and stripped it off, the fresh blast of cool air hitting him like a balm after so long in the hot kitchen. Everything was set for tonight, dinner service was well underway, and he could finally head out after being here for—he checked the clock on the wall—ten hours. Not bad, as his days went. He would normally stay later, but his sous chef had pretty much kicked him out of the kitchen. She might only be just a hair over five feet tall, but she had the no-nonsense demeanor it took to boss Mitchell around when necessary. Most of it was good-natured, like how she insisted he have some free time and leave the kitchen at a decent hour now and then.

  All right, fine, he’d go. He hadn’t hit the gym yet today, so he could go there, then pull some food together for his own dinner, maybe something for Ben, too, if he was home.

  Passing through the dining room, Mitchell stopped abruptly at the sight of a familiar face hanging out near the front of the restaurant. Hannah had one arm slung along the back of the booth, her face turned expectantly toward him. Well, damn, he hadn’t expected to see her the day after she’d gone out with Ben. He hadn’t expected to see her at all, at least not until maybe they talked about Fall Festival together. When she smiled and beckoned, he couldn’t help but slide into the booth across from her.

  Hannah leaned closer and breathed in. “You smell delicious.”

  “Thanks?” He was never sure how to take that compliment; he tried his hardest not to smell like the Fryolator most of the time. “What brings you in tonight?”

  “I was looking for you.”

  “Oh?” Well, that was a surprise.

  “I asked about you, and the hostess said she thought you were heading out soon.” Hannah nodded to the front of the house, where Opal was organizing the stack of menus.

  “And here I am.” Too bad he wasn’t dressed more presentably, instead sitting here in just his white undershirt and chef slacks, jacket tossed on the bench beside him. “So what’s up?”

  “I met with Ben last night to talk about some ideas for the Fall Festival.”

  He’d heard all about that. “Yeah, he told me.”

  Hannah rested her chin on her hand. “I was disappointed you couldn’t join us.”

  Knowing what had happened last night, at least from the gist he’d inferred from Ben, this was definitely a flirtation, especially delivered as it was with Hannah looking up through her lashes. Was she rubbing it in, or was she possibly inferring more? “Seems like you two did enough ‘talking’ for the both of us.”

  Hannah didn’t look away, smiling instead, her tongue caught between her teeth. “Yeah? You get all the details?”

  “A few.” Ben wasn’t the type to brag about sex like it was a conquest, but he’d come home absolutely floating last night. Hannah didn’t look bothered at all, not with that Cheshire cat smile.

  “Hmm.” Hannah looked to the sides, making a show of ensuring they were alone. “Disappointed
you didn’t get all the details?”

  All right, this was definitely flirtation. If she was still going to flirt while sleeping with Ben, then maybe that wasn’t so serious. Maybe he hadn’t given up his only shot. Smirking, he leaned in. “Maybe you should give me all the details so you can make sure he got the story right.”

  Hannah chuckled and nodded. “Maybe I’ll have to do that sometime.”

  And that was it, just a smile and nothing further, and curiosity pressed at him along with a little annoyance at how obtuse she was being. “But really. Why were you waiting for me?”

  Hannah’s expression returned to neutral, drifting away from the sauciness she had been presenting. “I really did want to talk to you about the Fall Festival.”

  “Ben went over your proposal with me. I think it sounds fine.” He leaned back again in the booth. “You could have emailed, too.”

  Hannah’s plump lips turned down in the barest hint of a frown. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get rid of me.”

  “I’m not trying to get rid of you.” He wasn’t, but it was hard to sit here and ignore the fact that last night he’d jerked off while imagining watching Ben fuck her senseless. “I’m just…confused.” Confused about where he stood with her, about why she was flirting, about the nature of whatever was developing between her and Ben. “But we can talk about the festival if you want to.”

  Hannah bit her lower lip. “Okay. I do want to talk about the festival. But also, I want to go out with you. See where things lead.” She dragged out those last few words, making eye contact as she did so. Oh. That was clear enough. He’d wanted Hannah for so long, but he had never taken action, never even been willing to take that kind of risk. And then there were his loyalties to Ben, because didn’t she literally just sleep with him last night?

  “What about you and Ben?”

  Hannah slung one arm along the back of the booth, angling her head to the side. “Ben didn’t become my boyfriend last night, you know. Any more than he’s become yours.”