“Yup.”
“Are you staying dressed?” she asked as she grasped handfuls of her skirt in her hands.
“I want to see all of you first.” Patrick scooted behind her and kissed her shoulder as he lowered her zipper, smiling when his fingers skimmed down her spine to the crack of her luscious ass. Unable to resist, he slid a hand inside her dress and caressed her side, immediately raising gooseflesh on her skin. With the other hand he pushed the shoulder straps until they fell forward and were held up only by her hands under her breasts, holding the dress to her as she looked from one man to the other. Uncertainty was clear in her eyes.
“What’s wrong, Luce?”
She bit her lip and then whispered, “Should we have said that we love each other first?”
Patrick and Beck both stilled and looked at her. He could tell it was an important moment for her, knew it must be a lingering concern from earlier. “You say it when the time feels right, Lucy, and I will, too. Not a moment before. I was married to someone who told me that every day out of habit but didn’t really mean it. I don’t need lip service.”
“Me either, baby,” Beck added. “Say it if and when you mean it. It doesn’t affect how I feel in this moment.”
She didn’t say more as she let the dress fall to her feet in a colorful, silky puddle. Only a dummy would believe she didn’t want them to say they loved her, but Patrick knew she understood that it needed to come naturally. The blush in her cheeks hinted that she wished she hadn’t spoken up at all.
Patrick tilted her face toward him and kissed her again as he lightly stroked down her throat to her collarbones, then lower between her breasts. A soft sigh left her lips as he cupped one satiny, warm globe and his cock hardened unbearably. Her slight floral scent and her own natural fragrance combined with a hint of her arousal, making his mouth water.
A sexy sound escaped her as he stroked her peaked nipple with his thumb and then tweaked it gently between two fingers. “Are you wet for us, Luce?”
Piercing blue eyes framed by thick black lashes looked up at him. Her mouth was swollen and wet from his kiss and she gasped when Beck cupped her other breast as she whispered, “Y–Yes. Very wet.”
Beck growled, a pleased sound, and replied, “You’re going to get even wetter before we’re through with you, Juicy Lucy.”
She closed her eyes and they worked in tandem, stoking her arousal for a couple of minutes until Patrick edged her toward the bed. Beck helped her up onto the sleigh bed which was elevated a little higher than normal. He lit more candles on both nightstands, removed every stitch of clothing, and then joined them with Lucy in between. Beck had propped her up on pillows and was laying passionate kisses on her lips as she helped him unbutton his shirt and his fly.
Finally, Beck sat up to remove his jeans and Patrick took the opportunity to kiss her and explore her body more, sucking her nipples and licking at her peach-and-vanilla-scented skin.
Soon all three of them were naked. Nothing had ever felt so right as the candlelight flickered over all of their bare flesh. Lucy was flushed and the hint of dampness was visible on her inner thighs as she squirmed between them. Beck’s cock was hard as granite, same as his, and his friend stroked his erection as he returned to her, a smile on his lips.
Before they took it much further, Patrick said, “Lucy, there hasn’t been anyone else since the first time, when we fooled around a little on Valentine’s Day.”
“Me either,” she whispered in reply. “The two of you together is what I’ve been hoping for.”
“I can’t believe you waited this long…to include me,” Beck said in a husky voice. “It’s the same for me, Lucy. No one since Chloe left last summer. I’ll use a condom if you want me to but I’m lab-tested and clean.”
“I’m on the pill. If I didn’t know you both so well I’d insist on condoms but I don’t think they’re necessary. I’ve never gone bareback before.”
“No?” Beck asked with a big smile. Of course, the big horny toad would smile. He slid his hand up her inner thigh and she gasped when he stroked her center with his knuckles and they came away gleaming with her juices.
“No. I insisted on them with Chuck. Maybe I knew what he was like subconsciously,” she said with a shrug. “I imagined that I’d never go bareback until after I was married, but I want to with the two of you. I trust you.”
Her jaw dropped when Beck licked her wetness from his knuckles and he growled softly. “Sweet like honey, Juicy Lucy.”
She blushed and laughed at his obnoxious endearment and whispered, “I enjoy the little nicknames you both use with me.”
She wrapped her hand around Patrick’s cock without warning and he gritted his teeth as she handled him with teasing caresses up and down his length.
Feeling randy as a teenager with his first woman, Patrick forced himself to take his time as he palmed her thigh and spread it as Beck did the same with the other, revealing every inch of her slick pink flesh to their view.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Patrick murmured, tracing his fingers in conjunction with Beck up her other inner thigh. Her breathing turned into panting as their fingertips drew close to her pussy. His cock twitched in reaction when her pink flesh convulsed in anticipation of their touch as they both teased her bare outer lips.
Patrick loved that she waxed her pussy bare and smooth, knowing it made her so much more sensitive to their attention. Little droplets of her arousal seeped from her swollen pink opening and he longed for a taste of her. A heat wave started in his groin and spread through his body as he tried to restrain himself, to look at Beck before diving in and gorging.
Beck smiled and nodded as he lay down alongside her again and drew her right thigh back so he could watch as Patrick came close, positioning himself between her thighs.
The scent of her aroused flesh drove him wild, and a droplet of pre-cum seeped from his throbbing shaft as he laid his tongue to her cunt. She cried out and jumped a little, pressing her pussy against his mouth. He looked up and was mesmerized by her. She was propped on her elbows with her head tilted back, lost in the sensation. He reached up to caress her round breast as he laid his tongue on her and licked upward from her opening to her clit in a leisurely stroke, gathering her slippery wetness on his tongue.
“Oh, Patrick! More!” she gasped as she stroked his jaw and tweaked at her nipple with her other hand. He smiled, pleased that she felt comfortable enough with them to handle her body in a way that further aroused her.
Beck stroked her abdomen and Patrick noticed when his fully erect cock twitched, signaling that he was all on board with being with them.
Beck had voiced a concern about it on the way to the restaurant earlier but now he had proof it would be okay. Patrick had no desire to handle his best friend in an intimate way, but it pleased him that they could share a sexual setting without inhibition. Patrick had wondered himself how the first time would go, if he’d have difficulty with another man in close proximity, but the state of his distended shaft put his worries to rest.
He probed her opening with the tip of his tongue and flicked upward, gathering more of her honeyed juices. “You taste so sweet, Lucy, just like your kisses.”
He slid his fingers through her swollen flesh and flicked the tip of his tongue against her tiny clit, hiding under its slight hood at the apex of her inner lips, red and swollen with need. She made an urgent sound, lifting toward him as Beck whispered to her.
“Can’t wait to fuck you, honey. Patrick can’t either. We’re both going to fill your pussy with our cocks tonight. One day soon, maybe we’ll fuck you both together. Want that?”
“Oh, yes!” Her tone let them both know she meant it.
“Patrick is fucking you the first time, honey, and filling that pretty pussy full of his cum, and then I’m sliding my dick into your cunt and fucking you until neither of us can move anymore. Want that?”
“Yes, baby,” she groaned as her body grew tense against him like a spring wou
nd too tight. “I want your cum.”
Unbelievably, Beck’s imagery served to arouse not only Lucy but Patrick as well as his cock got even bigger and harder until it felt like it would burst. He imagined sliding his dick into her, and his cock threatened to blow its top. He concentrated on licking her pussy and enjoying the sounds she made, signaling that she was a hairsbreadth from coming.
She cupped the back of his head, pressing his mouth against her pussy. Her body went rigid and her juices flowed onto his tongue as her orgasm struck. She cried out and arched her back as she bucked against him, riding each wave as her climax rolled through her until she slumped breathlessly against his bed.
“Oh, baby,” she groaned as he licked her several more times, and then her eyes flashed open as he wiped his mouth and reared over her.
He took his cock in hand and rubbed it against her swollen cunt and pushed against her, growling as her tight opening squeezed his head. Lucy tilted her head back and flexed her hips, attempting to take more, but he moved slowly because she’d said it had been a while.
Beck sat up a little so he could watch and the sight of his distended erection left no doubt that he enjoyed the role of voyeur. Beck’s eyes were riveted to where Patrick’s body was pressed against Lucy’s, engrossed as her cunt enveloped his cock and squeezed him tight before releasing him coated in her translucent cream.
“Fuck, that’s incredible.”
Lucy looked up at Patrick as he leaned over her and braced himself near her shoulders, flexing his hips and taking more of her pussy with each stroke. Her searing, quivering heat enveloped him, stroked him, and nearly drove him mad as he slid deep inside her and rested there for a second. Her eyelids slid closed and her lips parted as she moved against him, and a rosy flush filled her cheeks. The smile on her face was ethereal in its pleasure.
“Feel good, Luce?” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her lips before rising back up on his knees, satisfied when she smiled at him and her eyes rolled back as he began to thrust.
“Yes, yes, Patrick.”
He groaned as he watched his rock-hard dick, coated with her slick juices, slide in and out between her swollen pink lips. The heat, the tightness and softness, were nearly too much. Shuttling in and out of her fervent heat was a test of endurance as he reached down and stroked gentle circles around her clit. She grasped the sheets and cried out, reaching for something as her body tightened again.
Beck took her hand and stroked her nipples, creating a tension Patrick could feel, as their bodies crashed together over and over until the heat, the tension, and the ecstasy were too much.
She broke first, her orgasm grasping his cock like a silky fist, convulsing over and over. He watched as her juices slid from her cunt with each thrust, and that did him in. He plunged in one last time and the sensation was like a lightning bolt sizzling through his body. The release centered in his balls and exploded from his cock as his cum shot from him in powerful, hot streams.
He curled over her as the orgasm lashed every bit of energy from him and left him a weak, satisfied wreck in her arms. Each breath was an effort at first, but as he recovered, he was aware of her beneath him, stroking him and kissing his shoulder as she panted, too.
When he looked into her eyes, she smiled at him and kissed his chin and then his lips. Her voice was breathy when she said, “Feel good?”
Aware that he was probably crushing her, Patrick braced himself on his forearms and nodded as he smiled at her and kissed her again. “Thank you.”
He reluctantly pulled from her silken heat and flopped down on the bed beside her to recover. He looked up suddenly, remembering that they weren’t alone. He was worried that Beck would be pissed off, or worse, that the stimulation of watching them had been too much for him.
Lucy had already turned to Beck, who was lying on his side facing her with his head propped in his hand, speaking softly to her. He glanced at Patrick for a brief second before he looked back at Lucy and smiled. All was well, evidently, as Lucy put her arm around his shoulder and whispered, “I’m fine, Beck. Of course I want you…if you still want me.”
Beck tilted his head and looked at her for the briefest second with consternation. “You know I do, Lucy. Look at me. Nothing has changed.”
Lucy nodded, and seemed to understand what he was saying. She pulled him to her until he settled in the cradle of her hips and her arms and legs were entwined around him.
He lavished her lips with kisses as he flexed against her, sliding his cock against her wet cunt. “You sure? You might be sore in the morning.”
“I don’t mind. I want you both. I want this. Want our ménage. Please fuck me, Beck.”
Beck buried his lips against her throat as he thrust, burying his cock deep inside her and wringing a gasp from her. He groaned deep and paused, probably gathering his self-control like Patrick had been forced to do.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.” His voice was a shaky whisper. “God. I’m a fool.”
He braced his knees beneath her buttocks and tilted her hips up as he bent over her and pressed her back against the pillows, pinning her to the bed. He wrapped his arms around her hips and thrust repeatedly. Evidently, she liked being pinned that way because it took less than a minute for her to reach a point of crisis, crying out and begging as she tightened her arms and legs around him. She moved in a sensual dance with him until another cry was torn from her lips, her back bowed in climax, as she wailed, “Fuck me, Beck! Harder!”
Beck obliged, each stroke pounding his long shaft into her cunt until she tensed and came again, even harder judging by her scream. Rearing up on his knees again, Beck grasped her hips and set up a rapid thrusting rhythm, every muscle in his body standing out as his own release struck and he finally stilled, kneeling between her legs.
A troubled look crossed his face when he opened his eyes and looked down at her gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed. She was half-buried under the pillows from his vigorous thrusting. He moved a pillow off of her and whispered, “I’m sorry, angel. Did I hurt you?”
“Huh?” she asked, her voice muffled.
His tone was so tender, it took Patrick by surprise. It seemed to surprise Beck, too, and he frowned as he looked at where they were joined and placed a gentle hand on her mound. “I hope I didn’t hurt you. I was pretty rough. Sorry.”
She grasped his forearm to stop him from pulling away from her as she tightened her legs around him.
“Why are you apologizing?” She reached for Patrick, too. “Both of you were magnificent. Don’t apologize. This was what I wanted.” A knot of worry inside Patrick loosened at her confident, pleased tone. “I’ve never come that hard in my life before. Never. It was even better than I’d fantasized about.”
Beck grinned, looking bleary-eyed as he finally pulled out and lay down beside her. “Good, because that was pretty fucking amazing. You’ve got heaven on earth between those sweet little pussy lips of yours.” He gently squeezed her breasts as he pulled her to him so her back was to his chest and snuggled close with his nose in her hair. She giggled and rolled her eyes when Patrick chuckled.
“Beck, you certainly do have a way with words,” she said with a chuckle.
“I know what I like, sugar tits.”
Without warning, Lucy reached behind her and Beck bellowed in alarm. “Ow! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Won’t happen again, Lucy!” She nodded and released her obvious hold on his short hairs and he groused. “Damn it all to fuck, woman! Shit!” But even his alarm was tempered by good humor. “You were serious, huh?”
He rolled his lower lip out and pouted when she turned to look up at him, her eyes flashing. She suppressed a giggle as she shook her finger at him and adopted a serious tone. “You and I are having us a come-to-Jesus meeting one of these days, Beck O’Malley. Call me that again and next time I may rip a few hairs out instead of just latch onto them.”
His eyes were twinkling, even as he frowned at her again and grasped his family jewels gingerl
y. “You wouldn’t!”
A gigglesnort escaped her as she pointed her finger at him. “I would!”
He pretended to bite at her fingertip and instead kissed her shoulder. “Sorry, it slipped out. Honest.”
“Honest, my ass,” she quipped as she turned back on her side to face Patrick, who was arranging pillows and about to lie down again.
Beck growled playfully. “I don’t know about honest, but this ass is definitely noteworthy. And I don’t see any dimples. At all. Do you, Patrick?”
Lucy’s lips formed a perfect “o” and her cheeks went bright pink as Patrick and Beck surveyed her sweet, heart-shaped ass. “You’re right, Beck. Luscious. Perky. Not a dimple in sight.” He patted her ass as she covered her face with her hands and giggled. “Stop worrying, little tiger, that scrumptious ass is perfect. Rest now, because I doubt the night is over.”
“I never took you for the kiss-ass type, Beck,” she squeaked as he blew a raspberry that sent a ticklish thrill up her spine. “Breast-obsessed, maybe.”
“Just my way of making it up to you, sweet little pussy…cat.”
Lucy’s giggles and sighs as Beck pressed kisses to her ass while Patrick played with her nipples filled Patrick’s heart with happiness.
He’d known he was in love with her for some time. The only reason he hadn’t said anything that night was because he wanted to be on equal footing with Beck and knew he just wasn’t ready to utter those words yet. Soon enough.
Chapter Nine
Lucy groaned as she stretched, perversely enjoying the sensation of sore muscles stretching after being overused the night before. They’d awakened her during the night and had both made love to her with tenderness that contrasted with their earlier fierceness the first time.
The bedroom was lit by the pearly gray of dawn, and the light of one candle that had lasted the entire night and now guttered at the bottom of its wick. Two pairs of warm hands tightened around her and she held back a giggle as they both cuddled her between them, their cocks rigid as marble and pressed tight against her.
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