by Lia Davis
“Perfect. Keep them that way.”
He let go of me and stepped back. Then without breaking eye contact, he reached for the hem of my skirt and lifted. I felt the rush of cooler air over my upper thighs and then my center, and knowing that Sandy was a few feet away, watching this, did something to me. Something good.
My belly tingled and pulsed with a rush of excited desire just before a telling warmth slipped out of me, dampening the swathe of lace between my thighs.
“Your skin is so soft. Like velvet.” Slowly he tugged my panties down. “Open your stance,” he whispered. “Sandy likes a woman to work for her pleasure. I do too. I want you to make sure your thong doesn’t drop to the floor. That’s your only job at the moment.” He bent down, working to position my thong until it encircled my knees. When he was satisfied and stood, I had to catch my breath.
With my skirt folded at my waist and my panties locked in place just above my calves, he leaned back and tilted his head, studying me. Enjoying my nakedness on display. It was exhilarating and empowering, maybe because I wasn’t fully undressed. Only the most intimate part of me exposed.
I closed my eyes and would have kept them closed if Sandy didn’t order otherwise. “Eyes on me, Red.”
My lids fluttered open and that’s when I realized Ty had knelt down in front of me. I knew what he was going to do, but I stayed focused in on doing as Sandy requested. He was less than five feet from us and when I saw him I had to grip the table harder to keep from falling. Although I expected him to be watching—hadn’t Ty said he liked to? I’d envisioned his attention being directed on my face, on my expressions, and reactions occurring from what Ty was doing. I never— “Oh...Jesus we...wept.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind it occurred to me that I had to put aside all my prior fantasies of a threesome because the most important aspect of one had totally escaped me. Until now. Yes, I’d totally overlooked the benefit of competitiveness.
While I’d been deliciously quaking over Sandy ordering my eyes to remain on him, while his were on my center and what Ty was getting ready to do, Ty had commandeered the situation by going for gold. There were no soft kisses, caresses, or whispered praises coming from him. Only long, firm hard licks that started from the top of my pussy to the bottom. Over and over he lapped, increasing pressure, pausing to flick his tongue against the most sensitive part of me. Softly crushing the bundle of nerves that pulsed and contracted, pushing me to—
“Don’t let those panties slip, Red. I mean it.”
“Damn.” Ty breathed as though he’d struck the gold he’d been going for. “Keep talking. The honey flows.”
I knew what Ty was saying. I’d felt it. His tongue and how he used it might have coaxed hot desire to spill from me, but I had a modicum of control over that outcome. With Sandy’s dominant words? I had no control. My body listened and obeyed.
“Oh, yes. Yes! Ty...” It was almost as if he knew he had to up his game when he slipped a finger inside me.
“Fuck, she’s tight.”
“Ride it, Red,” Sandy ordered. “Come on.” Only his eyes lifted when our gazes locked. “Move your hips. Rock. That’s a good girl. No, don’t close your eyes. I want them open and staring at me when you come.”
I wasn’t sure what was pushing me to the edge so fast. So high. My whole body quivered, trembled, shook. I was breathless and felt as though I could run a mile. I wanted this wonderful torture to end and yet forever continue.
What fueled the lust inside me? Was it Sandy’s husky commands or Ty’s ministrations? I couldn’t say. All I knew was that I was losing it. So much so, that I started to slip. But then Sandy was there, right next to me, holding me up, whispering scintillating words of encouragement.
“Chase the flames, Red. Let your beautiful body fly.”
Ty slipped a second finger into me to join the first and I moaned.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Sandy spoke against my ear. “That’s right a little faster. Flex.”
I groaned again, because each time I did as Sandy instructed I saw stars, but then?
There were only colors. Like the flowers they’d bought me. Blues and reds, white, greens and yellows. All shades that merged into one, and lifted me skyward. Higher and higher, until somewhere in the kaleidoscope of clouds, I heard Sandy’s husky voice, “Breathe, babe. Nice and deep. We’ve got you.”
I wanted to, but just before I could, Ty withdrew his hand from me and replaced it with something far more intimate, when he slipped his tongue inside me. The feel of hot velvet steel stroking me was too much. Not enough. Nothing made sense to me anymore, so I gave up trying to control things. And when I did?
The ache intensified inside me.
The need and yearning pulsed to a rapid beat.
I moaned in quick-fire succession.
“So, beautiful, Red. Such a good girl. I’ll breathe with you. For you.”
That was it. I took a deep breath in and rode the wave. Building, cresting, allowing it to carry me, until the high tide broke and my whole world flew apart.
Spinning.
Falling.
With intimate muscles thrumming, contracting, thrilling in lessening degrees as the clouds I’d be clinging to, were blown away. Then slowly, ever so slowly, floated back down to earth.
“Jesus wept,” I heard Ty whisper out my saying, and I couldn’t stop my smile.
“Hey, buddy, I’m sure that wasn’t Jesus raining down honey.” Sandy bent and pressed his lips against my neck before he added, “I assure you, Red, as The Serpent in this relationship I’ll be demanding my devil’s due of that nectar. Soon. But right now I have other ideas.”
***
Sandy
Once Ty was on his feet, I spoke to Wesley, “I want you to take off your clothes.”
She was in the process of pulling up her thong when she changed tact and slipped it off instead.
“Good girl, but leave the heels on.”
She shot me a cheeky grin and said, “Of course.”
Fuck, she had a wicked body and flawless skin that begged to be marred by a rough embrace or a bite or two. I was looking forward to that point in the very near future. “You can leave them.” I indicated to her discarded clothes in a neat pile on the floor and crooked my finger at her. “Come here.”
Saucy little thing. Her eyes told me all I needed to know. Did she really think she was going to control things now that Ty and I were hot for her? One day she’d learn we were masochists when it came to our desires and sadists when it came down to hers. Maybe I should tell her that Ty and I shared one thing in common in regards to sex. We both liked to prolong our sexual gratification while at the same time, passionately torturing our woman by forcing her to hers over and over again.
“You called?”
Ty grabbed her from behind, cupping her breasts while he nuzzled her neck. She was smart though. She kept her gaze on me while he played with her. She was a fast learner.
“I did. I want you to suck my cock.” Ty let her go, but before she dropped to her knees, I took hold of her chin in my hand. “No, Red, not here. Ty’s going to take you to my bedroom. There’s a special way were going to do this. He knows the drill.”
“Okay.”
“Before you go, though. I want a sample of what I can look forward to.” I let go of her chin and trailed the backs of my knuckles down the length of her. From collarbone to center. I’d been dying to get my hands on her. Aching to part that delicate slit just beneath her area rug. “You’re slick, angel. Very wet.” I swirled two fingers into her heat, collecting some moisture, stroking her firmly enough that she bit her lip. I liked that, but she was going to have stop the action, when I lifted my damp fingertips to her lips. “Open your mouth. Pretend this is my cock. Show me how you’d take care of it.”
With one long pull against my digits I knew. She was a fucking deep-throater. The heavy suction she used to draw my fingers deeply into her mouth made my balls tighten and lift. My
cock instantly got harder and I had to shake off the urge fuck her mouth here and now.
I cleared my throat and pulled my hand away. “Intriguing.” I was going to have to be careful with her. She knew she had talent. “Go. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Ty didn’t say anything, he just scooped her up so she was cradled in his arms and carried her to my room. I would have been disappointed if she wasn’t craning her neck, looking over her shoulder at me.
Once they disappeared around the corner I leaned back against the counter and checked the oven clock. I was determined to make her wait for ten minutes. If I knew Ty, he was driving her crazy with his hands. He wouldn’t get her off again as it was my turn, but he’d have some fun with her while they waited. I was counting on it.
Ten minutes later I stalked into the room. Two of the table lamps were alight by the bed, but Ty and Wesley were in the sitting area. She was on her knees, kissing him while he sat on my oversized ottoman. I took off my T-shirt as I walked over. I was just in time to hear Ty’s instructions, when I threw my shirt aside.
“Sandy’s here. Hey. I’m getting up and we’d like you to lie on your tummy over this.” He patted the ottoman and then helped her get positioned.
I was glad he hadn’t forgotten. It had been awhile since we’d played like this. Now all I had to do was seat myself on the largest upholstered chair, and spread my bent legs to accommodate one flying angel.
“Hang on,” Ty said, as he pushed the foot stool over to me, with Wesley on it.
She laughed, but then she wasn’t laughing anymore when she arrived between my thighs. I looked down. “Hi.”
“Hello.” She moved to push herself up, but I shook my head.
“Stay right there, angel, I have something for you.” I loved the way she held my gaze as I undid my pants and lifted my cock out. “Look.”
I’ll be damned. She was a cock worshipper. She hadn’t exaggerated. I saw the truth plain as day when she got her first look at its hardness. Her eyes took on a glassy, glazed over look that spelled very good times ahead for me. I shot a looked up to see if Ty had noticed. Oh yeah, he had. He was currently stripping off his clothes and if he wasn’t careful in the process they’d be in shreds by the time he was done.
“You’re beautiful.” She came up on her elbows to shift forward, getting closer. “You have a washboard stomach like Ty’s.” Her gaze lifted and she reached out to touch my abdomen, making the muscles there jump. “Can I lick the ripples?”
She was going to be a generous playmate. I could tell. “How about you lick the end of my dick?”
I don’t know what happened. One minute we were having a very civilized meet and greet and in the next she—? Yeah if Ty was a rainbow and I was the serpent, she was a tornado. Talk about Jesus wept. She had a firm hold of my cock in one hand, and she was clutching one of my ass cheeks with the other, while she licked, sucked, bit, pumped, swirled, swallowed—God, hummed, sang, and tongued my dick to perfection. The tonguing technique? An absolute work of oral art. Not on the whole length of me, just on the most sensitive part. The small opening at the top. Most women knew nothing about this, and here she was an expert.
She delved in deep. More deeply that I thought possible given the aperture size and...?
Fuck yeah.
My eyes were close to rolling back in my head from this sexual hijacking that I was pretty fucking sure would be my new drug of choice when she pulled away and looked up at me.
“May I start now?”
I blinked once. Then twice. Start? “Yes.”
I didn’t look at Sandy. I couldn’t because I knew that guy was probably laughing his ass off. But then it didn’t matter. Why? Wesley wrapped her glorious mouth around my cock and swallowed my length right down to the base. No woman had ever done that. Not. One.
When she came up, she released me, making a popping sound. Then she grinned. “Sorry, it’s the suction.”
I brushed one of her curls aside, across her forehead and whispered, “You’re a very talented girl.”
“I know. I’m double-jointed.” She smiled and then winked, but before I could reply she did another mind-blowing freefall on my dick. Up and down. Then another and another until I didn’t care what she was— or did, as long as she was servicing me. I eased back in the chair, resting a hand on her head and enjoyed the ride.
***
Ty
Was she daring me? No, she wasn’t doing the push back on purpose...or was she?
I put a hand on the small of her back and had my answer. She wanted to be fucked. Now normally I’d give Sandy the courtesy of a heads up. We’d talked about how to handle our angel at great length before tonight. How this first time was baby steps for her as in no double teaming her, but hell. The guy was lost in own dick-getting-sucked nirvana so what’s a guy with an aching cock to do?
I dropped to my knees and spread her beautiful pussy. She was wet and ready. So fucking ready.
I pushed my cock into her and then groaned when she rocked all the way back so my dick was buried balls deep in her heat. Tight, tight, heat.
Damn.
I didn’t think I’d find anything better than tasting her pussy, but fucking it? This was sublime and with the added show of watching her take care of Sandy? It didn’t get any better than this. I leaned forward and captured her tits in my hands. I used them as an anchor as I slammed into her. Over and over, grinding and pumping, until a symbiotic rhythm was created, forcing me to drive into her, faster, harder.
I looked up and saw Sandy was paying attention. He had a hold of her hair and was guiding her motion. Matching mine. Working in tandem. And when she started to moan? Not softly, like she had before, but loud and raw, as if something great was about to happen to her. Her moans became frantic and guttural. I didn’t let up. My adrenaline soared, speeding through my veins, pounding to life in my dick as it ached for release.
I heard Sandy grunt, and our angel cry and I had to let go. I flexed one more time, deeply seating myself into her, as my cock jerked and warm come pulsed out of me, filling her, as her pussy clenched around my hardness.
“Jesus wept.” I sighed.
“Quit saying that.” Sandy said.
And all our angel did was laugh.
I sucked in oxygen and leaned back, resting my hands on West’s ass. Once my breathing had returned to normal, I was going to playfully slap one of her cheeks, but I held back when I saw what Sandy was doing. He was brushing her hair back from her temples. Holding her face in his hands as though she was his most prized possession, and something tore inside of me. I knew what it was.
A long ago memory.
We’d lost something special once. It had nearly broken the two of us. But now there was West and we had new memories to make with her.
“I think...” she whispered.
“What?” Sandy asked.
I took hold of her hips and gave an encouraging squeeze. “Tell us.”
She laid her head to one side against the ottoman, rubbing her cheek on the fabric, not looking at either of us, and I decided it was the sexiest sight I’d seen in a very long time.
“I think you guys fixed me.”
Sandy looked at me and we both smiled, then he traced an index finger over the curve of her ear and said, “Ditto. We were a little broken before we found you.”
“Really?” She continued hugging the ottoman, as though she didn’t want to break the spell.
“Really,” I told her. “Do you want to know what I think?” I leaned down and pressed my lips against one of her shoulder blades. Such soft skin. Nice.
She nodded and then took hold of Sandy’s hand and held it against her cheek. “Yes.”
“A heart of glass has less chance of shattering, with two pairs of strong hands holding it together.”
Her smile said it all.
“That means no more cherry picking with men, Red.” Sandy playfully tapped his finger on her nose. “Those days are over now that we’re here.”
She dreamily sighed. “I can live with that.” After a moment I saw her frown. “Ty? Were you pretending to be the bad cop tonight? More of a serpent than a rainbow?”
I knew what she was asking and she was right. Unfortunately before I answered, Sandy piped up.
“It was all his idea. He thought if he was more aggressive and I was more rainbow-like you couldn’t have denied us. So be warned. Next time? You’re getting nothing but the serpent from me.”
Nice. Our first night together and he throws me under the bus.
I put my arms around West and pulled her up so we were hugging, her back to my front. “At least you know you’ll be getting some variety from me.”
Sandy scowled and stuffed himself back into his pants. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
West reached for Sandy’s hand and pulled him until he was leaning halfway over the ottoman towards us. “I think what Ty is trying to say is that you’re not a good rainbow while he on the other hand is capable of being an adequate serpent.”
“Adequate?” I was crushed.
“Not good?” Sandy sounded miffed.
And our angel? Yeah. She was laughing her ass off while the two of us compared our outrageous notes about our planned seduction of her.
Epilogue
One year later.
Wesley
As soon as I closed the front door I knew something was up. I could feel it. “Hello?” I called.
Ty wasn’t supposed to be back from Georgia until tonight and Sandy had said he’d be working late so—
“Hi.”
“Oh.” Okay I nearly jumped out of my skin when Ty stepped into the hall. “You scared me. What are you doing back so soon?”
I walked forward, intent upon giving him a proper greeting despite the fact that he’d startled me, but then I saw his grin and stopped. I wasn’t fooled by his overly sunny expression.
“Come here.” He crooked his finger and I’m not going to lie, it felt as though he’d used that digit to draw a straight line down my spine. Totally shiver-worthy.
“Why?”
“You’ll see.” I’d barely gotten within arm’s reach of him and he grabbed me. “Gotcha.” He growled.
