“Lovely lady,” he murmured, his mouth hot at the hollow just below her ear. She mewled mindlessly, wriggling to give him better access, and his low laugh sent her even further into oblivion. “You taste so good.”
Her legs splayed open, her thighs trembling with tension. “Please, Lee.”
“Yeah?” He cupped her bare breasts, calloused fingers rough over her curves. “You want me, Mira?”
She remembered this game, how could she forget? Bless Lee, for taking them back to where they should have been tonight.
Her eyes clamped closed for the admission. “Yeah, I want you.”
“You want Johnny?”
She nodded, teeth clattering together as she barely stopped herself from begging. He didn’t like that. He tweaked her nipples, hard, until she let out the wail he’d been waiting for. “Yes, yes, I want both of you. Please!”
Lee smiled against her throat. She could feel the curl of his mouth and the light graze of his teeth against her skin. “You were so good,” he told her. One hand stayed cradling her breast while the other pinched her hip. He rubbed his thumb hard over the blossoming red mark he’d made. “You looked after Johnny for us.”
“He needed me,” she said, and opened her eyes to find him.
Johnny’s face was rapt as he watched them. She could see the marks of the forest still on him—scrapes and dirt and the purplish movements of her mouth on his skin. Mira crawled out of Lee’s arms and into Johnny’s space. Her breath mingled with his before he pulled away to start sucking wet, little kisses across her neck.
“Oh,” she moaned as his fingers dug into her hips right where Lee’s had, a sharp counterpoint to his soft mouth. Her hands cradled the back of his skull, tangling in his hair as she urged his head down harder. Mira was naked between the two men and she felt it. All barriers were down now.
“Do you know how long,” Lee’s husky broke off, “we’ve waited…“
She froze, her heart hammering.
“Every time you look at Johnny, I get hard just watching you. Your eyes. The way you move. You don’t just want him…”
Johnny sucked hard at the base of her throat.
“You want to own him.”
She gasped as Lee lifted her hair off her nape, suckling heat there even as Johnny trailed his mouth lower, to the tender tops of her breasts.
“No,” she managed. All she could think of was the fairy’s bird-like avarice. “I’m not like her.”
“No,” Johnny told her, looking up into her face. She stared down at him, awed by the simplicity of the desire he revealed to her. “It’s not like that, Mira. We want you.”
We.
The invitation was unmistakable, her reaction instantaneous. The jolt of yes shook her body as her hands came up to shove Johnny squarely in the chest. He fell backwards and she moved with him, on him, attacking his mouth with her own, acting on primal instinct. If she could have devoured him she would have, but he met her attack with one of his own, his pliant mouth, his yielding body undoing her.
Lee was there, his arms reassuringly hooking around her waist to hold her steady as she shuddered against Johnny. She reached down to jerk Johnny’s leg up, raising his thigh into a better position so she could grind her pussy against it. Hot skin, slightly rough with dark hair. The perfect scrape of it against her clit.
Mira gasped as the orgasm charged through her, leaving her reckless with pleasure. Pinned underneath her, Johnny’s cock twitched eagerly against her belly.
She was moving down his body before she even knew she was capable of it, nuzzling her nose against the base of his dick. She lifted her head, her lips curling. “You were a good boy, Johnny,” she told him. Behind her, Lee chuckled, low and dirty. She ignored him. “The fairy, she wanted you to give it up for her. But you didn’t let her have you. You fought her off.”
Johnny’s legs eased apart at her urging, giving her a luscious view. Warmth spread through her, together with a possessiveness that no longer shocked her. “You waited for me, you gave it up for me.” She rewarded him—massaging his sac in her palm then licking him up and down with her tongue, getting him good and wet. Taking her time about it and enjoying his throaty cries of reaction.
At her shoulder, Lee made his approval known with long, steady thrusts of his dick against her ass. He’d found the ideal position—just sliding on top of her crease, the humidity of their bare skin shading the push-pull with a friction that could so easily slip into urgency. But for now he simply held her in place, stroking himself off on her while she explored Johnny for herself.
Time flowed into itself, delight-filled moments stretching into hours, until dawn began to paint light across the walls of the tent. The only sounds were their harsh breathing, the slide of their feet against the nylon floor, their whispers of encouragement. In the cramped confines of the tent they were always touching, all three of them, and every intimate brush of flesh escalated their pleasure to almost unbearable peaks.
She grew impatient, craving much more. She’d gained in confidence under their encouragement, so when she snapped, “Hold him for me,” to Lee, and he obeyed, it was all her fantasies made real. Their complicity, both of them, their total willingness in their subservience was powerful far beyond anything the fairy had demonstrated.
Lee’s strong hands closed tightly around Johnny’s wrists. Johnny immediately yanked, trying to pull away, but Lee’s fingers tightened and he didn’t give an inch. Lee’s smirk—part amusement, part lust—goaded Mira as she raised her eyebrows in reply and knelt over Johnny.
Demanding his submission, revelling in the sexual power of her position, she dipped her head to Johnny’s leaking dick—he’d come so prettily last time, she wanted to see it again. A long, slow drag on it, suckling just enough to get him begging, then she told them both, “Johnny gets to fuck me now.”
“But,” Lee started, “but it’s my turn.” His voice was rough, his stare intense. He hadn’t come yet and clearly his own patience was at an end.
“Penance,” she told him, feeling her smile turning sly. There was nothing to forgive, they all knew it, but the way Lee’s eyes darkened further at Johnny’s intake of breath told her that he’d play along.
She made a show of fishing the strip of condoms out of the back pocket of Lee’s jeans, of opening the foil packet and slipping out the rubber. Then she straddled Johnny and crooked her finger at Lee. “Come here and put it on him.”
Lee crawled over, his body as rigid as his erection. Watching her the entire time, he reached down between her legs and wrapped his fingers around Johnny. Mira gasped. His knuckles knocked against her clit, her belly, as he gave Johnny’s cock long, careful swipes—more controlled than she’d achieved, touches that left Johnny whimpering for more. Then, excruciatingly slowly, he rolled the condom down inch by inch, letting his hands slide again along the sopping slit of her pussy as he did so.
The intimacy nearly undid her. Her voice shook. “Hold him again.”
Obediently, Lee once again knelt behind Johnny, but this time he locked his arms around Johnny’s chest, pulling him up across his thighs. Mira couldn’t wait a second longer—she sank down onto Johnny immediately, gasping at the delicious shock of full penetration.
Johnny’s dick moved in her with ease, both of them so ready for another orgasm that they rutted without finesse, bent solely on release. He hadn’t yet come inside her, and just the thought of it stoked her closer and closer to the edge.
She bent close, lying down across his beautiful body so she could kiss him, open-mouthed and wet. They both groaned as his angle shifted with the change of position. Fucking like this rubbed her sensitive breasts against his chest, rubbed his thick cock against her clutching walls in just the right way.
“Come for me,” she managed, and Johnny came undone beautifully at her command. Lee made a strangled sound of need as Johnny pulsed into her. She lifted her head from Johnny’s shoulder to see Lee with his cock in his hands, the blood-darkened lengt
h of it slamming through his fingers as he jerked frantically. He came in pearly streams of come, face slack and body shaking, and set Mira off. Her own orgasm was softer but no less devastating—a slow, rippling clutch at Johnny’s cock that made all three of them cry out in sympathetic pleasure.
Outside the tent someone threw something—a shoe?—smack into the trembling wall. “Get a room!” came the shout followed by good-natured whoops of laughter. A very human reaction that had the three of them grinning at each other in the aftermath until, with a shuddering creak, the tent collapsed around them.
“Bloody fairies,” came Johnny’s deadpan from underneath a fold of canvas, and it was such a pitch-perfect imitation of Lee’s drawl that Mira started laughing and laughing and she couldn’t stop.
The second longest day of the year—it already looked to be brilliant.
About the Author
Rachel Randall has lived in three different countries over the last five years and is currently enjoying the good cheese, cheap wine and excellent trains of Europe. She knows too much celebrity gossip and spends too much on concert tickets. She also believes that the words "too much" are highly overrated.
Rachel likes putting characters with interesting professional lives into difficult personal situations to see what makes them break in each other’s arms. But she always puts them back together again (or at least, lets them come hard enough to get over it). Promise.
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