“I think we should make her come again.”
I groaned. My cunt was already sore, tender even, nerve endings beyond sensitive, but I couldn’t think of arguing, of begging for a reprieve.
Her lips found mine in the dark, tongue teased me open, delved into taste and explore. We tasted the same, she and I, a combination of flavors, the three of us mixed and shared, licked and sucked from each other’s cunts and fingers and mouths. I felt them shift, him into her into me, accepted her gasp into my mouth, tasted the pleasure there; heard her own slickness and knew he’d slid into her, filled her, again.
Our kiss deepened, intensified, and Connor reached, pulling my thigh over his, opening me for her, holding me tight. “Fill her,” he growled and she gasped. I wondered if his teeth had found her neck, again. Every time I traced one of his marks he made another one; I thrilled to the thought, knew she did too.
Elizabeth’s fingers found their way between us, sliding between sticky stomachs and over my mound. She plunged fingers and tongue into me in sync, fucking me, claiming me, even as Connor thrust into her from behind. I cried out at the penetration, the sharp burst of scraped nerves quickly melting into exquisite pleasure, my muscles stretching for her, hips tilting. They wrapped around me, her arm curling me closer, his arms over and under both of us, enclosing us, binding us together. Somehow we always ended up like this, rippling into and through, matching tempo and pleasure, Connor taking Elizabeth taking me.
Her hips rocked her fingers into me, fucking, and I gasped, tilting into her, wanting more, wishing I could pull her inside me, come wrapped around her. My lips delivered words, what words I didn’t know, and Connor rumbled a sound somewhere near a growl.
“Elizabeth.” He stopped, seated deep, and I shuddered when his fingers flexed into my thigh. Connor pulled out with groan underscored with the sucking, slick sound of her cunt. “I saw a strap-on in your toy box.”
Her growl ripped through me and she moved so quick I was left gasping and shivering, muscles twitching where her fingers had been. I could see him, a dim shadow, kneeling on the bed beside me; see her, hear her, rummaging in that bottom drawer of her nightstand where countless sensual goodies hid. My breath rasped loud in the room, my heartbeat drowning out every other sound. The bed dipped and a hot shudder poured down my spine when her hands urged me onto my back.
“Perfect,” she whispered, her lips close to mine again, the cool head of her strap-on, her cock, skating up my inner thigh. I whimpered. I knew what she could do to me with it, knew intimately its girth, length, how deep she could drive into me.
Her mouth captured mine, hands wrapped around my wrists, pinning me down. I lurched against her, instinctive resistance, even as my thighs widened and my hips tilted in wanton acceptance. My back pulled into a desperate bow when the head pressed inside, stretching inch by inch around it, around her, moaning into her kiss, struggling against her grip, wanting to cling to her.
“Fuck, I have to see this.” Connor’s voice reached us, ragged with lust, and a match flared across the room. He relit candles, working around the room until our bodies, mine spread, hers sinking into me, glowed in the bath of warm light. His harsh whisper of “Jesus” preceded his return to her bed.
Elizabeth sank the last of her cock into me, my hips rocking up to take it, my eyes glazing, for a moment, as she pressed against my clit. “Don’t you come yet, my Gwen,” she purred, and I felt her shift, her thighs widening, spreading me still further. Her fingers bit into my wrists as she arched up, and over her shoulder I watched Connor close his eyes, sinking into her once again.
Her mouth gaped when he bottomed out and she sank against me, brow pressed to mine, trembling. I could feel her imminent orgasm, feel how intensely she was experiencing both of us, trapped between us in this way. We hung, motionless, him over her over me, reeling ourselves back from the edge, both of them commanding, “Not yet” in a low chant, him to her, her to me.
I didn’t know if I would be able to obey.
At last our breathing calmed, my trembling subsided, and she moved. With a slick slide she pulled from me, pushing back into him and returned with a thrust that found the center of me and made me cry out. Connor draped himself over her, reaching, his long body a perfect fit, his hands closing over hers, doubling the grip on my wrists, pinning both of us in place. My knees drew up, opening in surrender. Perfect, the last word I could think as they found their rhythm. Elizabeth pulled from me to push onto him, his stroke harder, deeper, finished at the bottom of her thrust, taking her deeper into my hungry cunt.
I couldn’t move, pinned there, spread there, a cunt for her taking, for their taking. The slow, sensual fuck escalated; undulations deepening, quickening, until they crashed together and into me with feral ferocity. His hands tightened, squeezing her fingers around my wrists, drawing a hiss from her, a whimper from me, pain blooming, rushing through me, twisted and tied with the plowing of my cunt, sparking blossoms of colors across my vision. My muscles started to flutter and her mouth descended, teeth catching my lips in the instance before her tongue dove into my mouth, tasting my surrender, feeding on my moans.
Connor sank his teeth into her shoulder, again. “Come on her, come on me,” he said, his voice harsh and hard, matching the thrusts he drove into her that ended somewhere inside me. She cried out and her eyes opened, snaring mine with dark blue stormy hunger.
“Come for me,” she commanded and my body exploded, clamping tight, surging up, heels digging into the bed for purchase as she drove into me. My ears rang with their combined roars of arrival and I felt, deep inside, his hilting into her, sheathing his and her cocks. My body convulsed, fighting against their combined grip, against the bondage of their fingers and bodies, wanting to wrap around, envelope with legs and arms as well as cunt. They rocked together, urging the last of his seed into her, forcing the last of my orgasm from me, and I quaked with the intensity of it, teetering at the edge of awareness, of consciousness.
The aftershocks rolled through me; her tremors singing through her cock into my cunt, rolling up my spine, delivering whimpers and gasps from my lips. My wrists remained where they’d pressed them when he unwrapped his long fingers, rising, stroking his hands down her spine, over her ass and hips. She shifted, pulling back, her thick shaft sliding, sending a shockwave of sensation through my cunt; my breath caught in a gasp.
Her fingers touched my cheek, brought my glazed eyes to hers. She traced the line of my lips, kissed me with exquisite gentleness. “Perfect, Gwen,” she whispered. My lips trembled with overload and she pulled from me, sinking back against Connor, onto him. He groaned and buried his face into her neck.
“You both were perfect,” she said, reaching up to clasp the back of his neck, turning to kiss him. He sank his teeth into her instead, making her gasp and buck back onto his cock. I shivered at the look on her face and pulled myself to my knees, rising to press against her. Connor met my eyes, feral and possessive, his teeth digging into her skin further, her fingers finding my wrist and squeezing, awakening the tender flesh once more. Her cock jutted, bumping into my belly and I felt a fresh wave of cum warm my tender cunt.
She let out a low needy moan when he freed her flesh and my cheek brushed his as I leaned in to trace the fresh teeth marks with my tongue. Her hand flew to my shoulder, nails digging in and I shivered, anticipating the four, perfect crescents.
Connor still rocked into her, each nudge skidding her still slick cock against my belly. She moaned and a hot waterfall of desire rolled down my spine. My fingers found the buckles of the harness and loosed them with deft movements. Elizabeth jumped when I pulled it free, eyes seeking mine.
“It’s time we fucked you,” I whispered, settling the cock into place, buckling it, meeting Connor’s eager, darkened gaze over her shoulder. He smiled, sharp and dark, and pulled her down onto him.
“You always wanted to be full, right, my Liz?”
Chapter 4
Sanctify
Her expression flowed from wanton surrender to molten desire and back, lips curving into a slight smile. My stomach coiled in anticipation. Elizabeth’s eyes never waved as she lifted herself from Connor’s still hard cock, though her lips parted in a sharp gasp. Her palm impacted my shoulder and I tilted backwards, landing on the bed, on my back, with a soft exhale. She prowled up my legs and Connor and I shared a groan when she slithered her tongue around the cock waiting for her.
“Mmm.” Her smile deepened and a soft cry erupted from my lips when she shoved my thighs wide and took a vicious swipe at my clit. My hips bucked up, twisted, both trying to escape and seek her mouth. “Delicious,” she said, arms and legs on either side of my body, moving up to straddle me.
Elizabeth brought her mouth to mine and I groaned, eagerly, willingly, sucking my own flavor from her lips. Her hands traced the curves of me, her pelvis pinned the hard length of the strap-on against my stomach. She drew back, leaving me panting, breathless and met my eyes with an intense look; after a moment’s scrutiny she reached for the nightstand, offering a small bottle of lube to me. I gasped, surprised, and she smiled. My thoughts spun for a moment, searching for purchase on the idea, on the thought that it was going to be me buried in her tight ass; Connor brought me back, touching my shoulder, urging me up so he could slide a couple of pillows behind me, propping me against the headboard.
“Trust me, you’ll want those,” he murmured and slid from the bed, backing up with the clear intention of having the best view.
Elizabeth turned, kneeling, facing away from me and I felt a repeat of the hot wave of desire that had urged me to take the strap-on from her. I sat up, let my hands roam over the full swell of her hips and ass. I adored every inch of her, found every curve delicious—but her ass is divine. I slicked my fingers with lube and sought the tight rosebud I would tease open. A low needy sound rumbled through her and Elizabeth pushed herself back onto my fingers. I groaned as she gripped my fingers, flexing around me. There would be little preparation needed, her lovely tunnel still stretched from Connor’s earlier deep fucking.
The cock, my cock, slid through my hand with ease, combination of my cum and the lube coating it. I tugged at my lover’s hip and she followed my fingers, lowering herself onto the stiff shaft. The head eased in, pressing, opening her, urging low moans, urgent whispers of ‘Fuck!’ from her throat. She worked herself onto me, shoving her hips down, stretching herself open. My hands roamed with a will of their own; dragging nails down her back, stroking her hips, reaching around to palm her breasts.
We both moaned when she settled back onto me the last bit. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the thick cock that had just plunged my cunt; thick and generous; buried so deep inside her. My body shook with tremors, my hands drawing her back, craving more contact. Elizabeth settled against me, back to my breasts, a hand reaching up to thread through my hair as my mouth settled against her neck, sucking, nipping. I spread my legs, bracing us, and she tilted her head back against my shoulder. I looked down the length of her body, the sight of her spread making my clit pulse.
A low growl drew my attention up. Connor stood at the foot of the bed, watching, face dark with feral passion. She trembled at the sound and I, taunting, almost, drew my hands down her body, sliding both of them between her spread thighs, urging her wider. She moaned and lifted her gaze to his.
“God, you’re so wet,” I whispered, sliding the fingers of one hand then the other through her, over and over, swirling them around her clit. “How much of that is you, how much is him, I wonder,” I mused, feeling her breath catch, her body jerk with each touch, each caress. They both heard me, both reacted; she groaned, thighs widening; he surged onto the bed, cock rigid and rampant. He moved with animalistic efficiency, forcing her thighs apart still further and thrusting into her with a movement so powerful and deep he drove both Elizabeth and I into the bed. His mouth descended on hers, near vicious, lips meeting with a distinct sound of impact. Her body reacted instinctively and I steadied her, hands on her hips, lips pressing kisses to the skin behind her ear. He groaned into her mouth; his body trembled so fiercely I felt it through her.
His tension evaporated as quickly as it exploded, their kiss shifting, softening into something tender. Elizabeth melted between us, one leg hooking over his hip, accepting him deeper, her hands cupping his face as their lips played together.
We lingered there, locked into her body, Elizabeth locked between us, unmoving. My lips and teeth worked up and down her neck and shoulder, drawing low moans as they kissed. When he lifted his head, he moved inside her for the first time, eyes locking with mine. It was odd, this language we spoke, silent yet powerful, of how to love her together. We both tilted into her, together, and she arched in willing surrender, head dropping over my shoulder, one hand digging into his shoulder, the other into my hip. He settled closer, deeper, our faces inches apart, and we began to rock. It was spontaneous music; Elizabeth our instrument. Each whimper, moan, ragged exhale sang through me. She lifted her head, pressed a kiss to my temple, another to his. He leaned in to kiss me, lips soft, a whisper of contact, little more than an an exchange of breath and shared promise, purpose.
Her chest jerked in a gasp and he pulled back, pressing his brow to hers, back bowing, starting a deep, slow, sensual fuck, my hips matching his rhythm, hands moving, finding places that made her gasp and writhe. She twisted between us, lost to the thorough fucking, our bodies sliding together slickly, covered in sweat and cum. Salty beads dripped from his brow as he struggled to hold back, our eyes meeting, gauging her pleasure, determined to take her further, farther, more completely than ever before. His thrusts drove her down onto me, deep, delving plows of his cock into her cunt that I could hear, that spilled her wetness onto my cunt, driving me insane. My teeth caught her ear as I slid my fingers down her stomach, seeking her clit, swirling, circling just the way I knew she loved it, matching our tempo, matching the intense deep reaming of her cunt.
His eyes met mine one last time, a last check, and we set her loose, thrusting harder into her, deep intense filling, driving her to buck between us, my hands holding her, guiding her. She drove all of us that last step over the edge, her clenching muscles pulling a roar from Connor, the pounding of the strap-on against my mound loosing my orgasm, both of us wrapped around her, holding her as she clenched us, our cries of pleasure rising, spiraling, pulling the last of our breaths from our lungs.
We collapsed in a heap, chests heaving. Connor laid his head against her shoulder, Elizabeth leaned hers against his and reached back to twine fingers into my hair.
I nuzzled my face into her neck, my tongue snaking out to taste her skin, earning a husky laugh. “No tickling,” she warned hoarsely. Connor chuckled, a hint of devilish intent to it, and she slapped him lightly on the shoulder. Our breathing slowed and I think we all began to doze when a low buzz followed by a hum announced the return of electricity.
“Oh hell,” Elizabeth growled as her alarm clock started beeping.
Connor slapped the top of it, pulled open the nightstand drawer and shoved the offending electronic inside. “There.”
“How will we know what time it is?” I asked, hiding a yawn in her shoulder.
“Are you that concerned?” she asked, tilting her head, bringing out lips together in a slow, tingle-inspiring kiss. I hummed with pleasure, my fingers, pinned to her by Connor’s stomach, twitching against her clit.
She hissed against my lips and I chuckled softly. “No, not really.”
“Good. Let’s get some sleep then.”
Chapter 5
Vigil
Sleep claimed all of us, at last, overcoming desire and lust with sated fatigue. We slept in a tangle of limbs, his arms around her, hers around me, until morning’s light nudged me to awareness. It was an intimate way to wake; so at odds with how she and I usually slept. Her body spooned mine, breath brushing against my neck in soft feathery exhales. He spooned behind her; I knew this because his leg tangled th
rough hers, capturing mine. Their fingers had twined in their sleep and rested against my stomach.
I barely suppressed a shiver of awareness.
It took a concerted effort to untangle myself, moving with slow caution, easing from their embrace in inches. They sighed and shifted together, around each other, when at last I stood beside the bed. My skin shimmered with desire, stirring my nipples to peaks; I wrapped my arms around myself. They needed sleep; I needed to take a step back.
With a light blanket wrapped around my shoulders I tucked myself into her reading chair near the window and sat watch over them. Clouds still hung low outside; a perfect reason to stay inside, stay in bed. The cool light bathed them, revealing aspects their expressive faces hid when awake. Silver peppered his dark hair; something I’d not noticed when his vibrant eyes were there to catch and distract. Morning stubble darkened his jaw and lip; I couldn’t help thinking it would leave her skin roughened soon. He looked peaceful, wrapped around her; I wondered, idly, what complication in his life kept him from her. I wondered, too, if I could just ask, later. I wasn’t sure what dynamic he and I would find in the light of a new day. My eyes traveled from him to her, my heart stumbling, as always. Asleep I could almost believe us the same age with her wise eyes hidden. She smiled in her sleep, corners of her mouth tucking, and I smiled in response.
The overcast day stole my ability to gauge the passage of time; the alarm clock stuffed in the nightstand, still blinking, when the power returned just as we were falling asleep. Still I let my gaze memorize their features, absorbed them. Chances were likely that this weekend would never happen again. I shifted carefully in the chair, tucking my legs under me. My body ached with the remnants of our tripled passion. I traced a finger around my right wrist, examining the bruises there, my skin darkened in livid stripes. More than once they had clasped my wrists together, her hands under his, each time deepening the marks. I found my mind turning, early, to my return home, to my lover there. How would she react to this? I would tell her, that I knew. Honesty, openness, transparency were the price I paid for the freedom to be here.
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