Party of Three

by Sandy Lowe

  “Please.” Spencer gasped the word. Breathless, chest heaving. “Avery, I—”

  “What, love?”

  “Touch me.”

  God. There were only two words in the English language that mattered a damn and those were it.

  “Lie back.” Avery gently pressed Spencer’s shoulders until she was flat on her back. She gathered her dress in a bunch until she could pull it up over Spencer’s head, leaving her in nothing but pale aqua silk and the warm amber glow of the bedside lamp. Spencer instinctively moved to cover her stomach, and Avery caught her hands. Girls were always anxious about their waists, but Avery knew there was nothing sexier. She pressed Spencer’s hands to the quilt, pinning them with her larger, stronger ones on top. “Don’t cover up.”

  Spencer squirmed.

  “You’re stunning.” Avery planted a kiss just below Spencer’s rib cage, another under that and then another and another, long, slow kisses that would leave marks in the morning. She dipped her tongue into the indent of Spencer’s navel and sucked. Spencer moaned, her eyes closing, her body going liquid under Avery’s hold. Avery stroked her from collarbone to hipbone, unfastening her bra and cupping Spencer’s small breasts, running her fingers over Spencer’s nipples until they hardened and her hips started to rock.

  “Tell me, Dr. Sex Brain, how does your pussy feel?” Avery asked in a voice less than steady, running short, blunt nails across Spencer’s pelvis, watching as her back arched and her ass lifted off the bed.

  Avery bent and licked a path along the edge of Spencer’s panties. “Hmm?”

  “I have no idea,” Spencer said, keeping her eyes closed and gripping the quilt like it would save her. “What was the question?”

  Avery bit down on the soft flesh under her tongue.

  Spencer’s eyes popped open at the same instant her knees fell apart.

  Avery smirked, just a little. “How does your pussy feel, love? You’ll want to remember it for your paper.”

  She ran a knuckle down the center of Spencer’s silk panties.

  “Oh my God.”

  “That’s not an answer that will earn you an acceptance to NYU.” Avery pressed a little more firmly at Spencer’s pussy, the wet heat of her arousal seeping through the silk to perfume the air. She imagined how easy it would be to slide a finger into her.

  Spencer’s first.

  Spencer’s only, if she had any say in it.

  “I’m getting impatient,” Avery said.

  “Me too.” Spencer moaned, slowly grinding her hips against Avery’s knuckle. “It feels…” Spencer fell silent, her ragged breath the only sound in the room. “Hollow. Like I want it to be filled up. I’m so wet. I need you to touch me.”

  Avery’s head began to pound, her vision to haze. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “Please.”

  Something flipped inside her. One minute she was the slow, tender lover drawing out Spencer’s pleasure like a five-course meal at a fancy hotel, and the next she wanted nothing more than to fuck her blind.

  She dragged Spencer’s panties down her hips, groaning at the soft patch of pale hair between Spencer’s thighs. Fuck. So sexy. “Bend your knees, love. That’s it, as much as you can.” Avery slid her hands under Spencer’s deliciously round ass and positioned her for pleasure.

  “Look at me,” Avery commanded. She knew Spencer had kept her eyes squeezed shut because all the new sensations were too overwhelming to take in all at once. But for this next part she required all of Spencer’s senses. All she had to give, and then a little extra.

  When Spencer opened her eyes, their gazes clashed, leaving Avery open and vulnerable. “Look at yourself. Look at what I’m about to do to you.”

  Spencer glanced down and the sound that fell from her lips was guttural. Avery lowered her head and pulled Spencer’s ass toward her to fit her mouth over her pussy. Spencer watched her, thighs shaking as she licked every inch of Spencer’s folds and pushed her tongue inside her. “Oh yes, yes.” Spencer fell back. “Please, that’s what I need. That.”

  “That’s not what you need.” Avery pushed up on an elbow and looked up at her. She’d flung an arm across her eyes and the quilt was bunched up around her. She was a mermaid shipwrecked on the sea of her passion. “Tell me you’re ready, love. I need to hear you say it again.”

  Spencer groaned and sat back up, wriggling her hips for just a little more pressure. “I’m ready. Please. Go inside me.”

  Avery carefully slid two fingers slowly in. First to the knuckle, then to the next, then all the way inside. Spencer went ramrod stiff and still, so quiet Avery was worried she’d pass out. “Breathe, love, try to relax.”

  “I can’t. I—Oh God.” When Spencer opened her eyes, they were shiny with tears. Avery started to pull out, her heart dropping like an anchor. She’d pushed too hard, made Spencer cry. God, why did she always fuck it up?

  Spencer grabbed at her wrist and held her in place. “Don’t you dare move or I’ll kill you and they’ll never find your body.”

  “Love, you need a break, you need—”

  “You,” Spencer finished for her. “Please. Please fuck me.”

  Worry was a living thing in Avery’s chest. “Are you sure?”

  Tears streaked down Spencer’s cheeks and into her ears, but her smile was like the sunrise. “The surest.”

  That was all she needed. Avery slid back inside her, out again, setting a slow rhythm, allowing Spencer to adjust to the feeling of being filled. It was Spencer who increased the tempo, whose chest flushed, who watched Avery’s hand thrust inside her pussy with avid attention bordering on obsession. She was driving the train of her own pleasure and she didn’t even know it.

  Avery had asked Spencer to keep her eyes open, to watch her as she fucked her, but as Spencer grew even wetter and tighter around her she couldn’t keep her own from closing. Being inside Spencer was the sexiest fucking thing she’d ever experienced. She was all slick softness and pulsing heat and the answering need in Avery’s own pussy was overwhelming. She never, ever, wanted to stop fucking Spencer.

  Spencer began to writhe on the bed, her head falling back and then side to side as she lost the battle against pleasure. Her hands released their purchase on the quilt and edged down toward her pussy. “Please. God. I need…”

  “Stroke your clit.”

  Spencer jerked. “What?”

  “You heard me. Let me see how my little sex therapist in training likes to touch herself.”

  Spencer’s eyes went from cloudy passion to carnal lust. Oh. Her girl liked dirty talk. Avery filed away that piece of information for next time. Because there would damn well be plenty of next times.

  “Do it, love, don’t be shy.”

  Avery watched as Spencer slid a finger on either side of her clit and circled. Her long slender fingers worked her clit, setting a slow rhythm that had heat seeping out around Avery’s fingers and turned her mind to mushy peas. All the blood rushed to Avery’s clit and beat there like a drum.

  Spencer groaned long and low. “I’m going to come.”

  Avery thrust just a bit harder, curling her fingers to hit the spot she knew would make Spencer explode. “Come for me, love.”

  Mine. Only. Forever. Always.

  Spencer was so hot she felt electric, and when she came all over Avery’s fingers, crying out her passion, Avery could barely hold off her own orgasm. She was no wide-eyed innocent, but all the wild nights she’d ever had in life were blown to smithereens by the feel of Spencer convulsing around her. Her name on Spencer’s lips, her fingers inside Spencer’s most private and intimate place.

  Making love with Spencer was as blow her mind to mush sexy as she’d always imagined it would be.

  And twice as dangerous for her heart.

  If only she could find it within herself to care.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Truth and Dare

  Spencer lay stretched out on the bed, completely nude and looking as lazy as a lizard in the afternoon
sun. “If only we could bottle your sexual prowess, we’d make millions selling it to lonely women in need of mega orgasms.”

  “Would make a unique side hustle.” Avery touched a fingertip to a streak of wetness still visible on Spencer’s cheek. “You okay?”

  Spencer grimaced. “Sorry about that.”

  “Nothing to be sorry for. I just hate to make girls cry when I’m aiming for screaming orgasm.”

  “Your aim was dead-on. It’s just, a lot. Like there’s all these feelings and sensations building up inside and they have nowhere to go. It was so intense.”

  Avery kissed her. Spencer was her addiction and she couldn’t stop touching her. “You were lovely.”

  Spencer rolled her eyes. “Great. I was totally going for lovely, too. That’s just what a woman wants to hear when her insides are upside down with lusty goodness. She’s lovely.”

  “No?” Avery considered. “Beautiful?”

  She looked slightly mollified.

  “Gorgeous?”

  A small smile.

  “Make me almost lose it in my underwear, blow my brains out sexy, I can’t fucking think straight, when can we do this again, goddess of all hotness?”

  Spencer laughed. “That’s better. I’ll take that one, please.”

  “Sold.” Avery pulled her in for another kiss. She liked their playful banter, but naked Spencer was tempting Spencer, and the taste she’d gotten just whetted her appetite for more.

  The kiss was meant to be slow and gentle, a “thank you” and a “you’re amazing” and an “I want you” wrapped in gentle lips and soft strokes. But as soon as Spencer’s mouth opened to her, Avery couldn’t help but let her hunger show. The kiss turned desperate and Avery drank her in, all spread out and gloriously naked. She curved her hands over Spencer’s hips, guiding Spencer against her in an undulating motion that had her on the edge faster than a dart to a bull’s-eye. The cotton of her underwear brushed against her aching clit, and she gritted her teeth. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.

  “I want to know your dirtiest fantasy. The one you’ve never told anyone.” Spencer’s breath was hot against her lips.

  “I told you my fantasy.” Avery had a flash of a mysterious woman making Spencer come, and desire stroked like a thousand warm hands down her belly.

  Spencer shook her head, making her lips brush back and forth against Avery’s. “Uh-uh. I want the dirty one. The one that makes you the hottest and gets you off the hardest.”

  Avery lifted her head an inch and looked down at her. “You know, for a woman who was a virgin twenty minutes ago, you’re pretty damn sure of yourself. What makes you think I have a dirty fantasy? Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic who dreams of long walks on the beach and gentle missionary position lovemaking.”

  Spencer tilted her head slightly, pondering this. “You are that person, I think. You’re softer than you let on. But everyone has a dirty fantasy.”

  That caught her attention. “What’s yours?”

  Spencer grinned. “Not telling unless you do.”

  “You drive a hard bargain, love.”

  “Pay up.”

  Avery rubbed a hand over her face. Fuck. Okay, yeah, so she had a dirty fantasy, but it wasn’t so much that it was dirty, more like embarrassing. It was the kind of thing she shouldn’t want, and that just made it ten times hotter. “I’m not sure this is the right moment. We should do this a few more times before I’ll consider freaking you out.”

  Or freaking herself out.

  “I’m not saying we’re going to do it, but I’m not a china doll. You’re not going to break me with the thoughts in your head. I want to know.” Spencer kissed her with the lightest butterfly touch. “I want to know you. The real you. Not the mask you put on for everyone else.”

  Well, hell.

  Avery lay back and stared at the ceiling. It was covered in glow in the dark sticker stars that a younger Spencer must have stuck up there to look at at night. It made her smile to see such a frivolous thing in a house that prided itself on its pretentiousness. “My fantasy is, well, it’s kind of submissive. But not in a tie me up and flog me till I cry like a baby kind of way,” Avery said in a rush.

  “Nothing wrong with being tied up and flogged if that’s your thing,” said Spencer.

  “I know. But it’s not.”

  “Okay.”

  “My fantasy is more of a specific position, a specific thing. I think about being on my hands and knees and…” God, she couldn’t say the rest.

  Spencer slid a thigh over hers and snuggled in close. “And what?”

  Avery closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of Spencer against her. “And you’re behind me. Touching me. Touching my behind.” The words were barely a whisper.

  Spencer’s breath was fast and sharp beside her. The hand she’d rested on Avery’s chest clenched. “God, Avery.”

  “I know, hardly studly of me.”

  “I think it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever had in my head, and trust me, I’ve thought about you a lot, so getting to the top of that pile isn’t easy.”

  Avery finally tore her gaze from the stars. “Really? You’re not just being nice?”

  Spencer snorted. “Nice isn’t what I’m feeling right now.”

  “What are you feeling then?” Avery asked.

  “Like I want to give you your dirtiest fantasy so you come hotter and harder than you have with any other woman, ever.”

  Was Spencer jealous? Possessive? Damn, if that didn’t make happiness light up inside her like twinkle lights on a Christmas tree. Avery suspected all Spencer would need to do was brush a fingertip over her clit to achieve her aim, but kept the thought to herself. No need to let on just how easy she was.

  “It’s a bit like throwing a baby elephant into the ocean, though. Maybe we should start slower. Simpler. There are so many shades of in between.” And she wanted to show Spencer each and every one of them.

  “Did you just call me an elephant?”

  Avery paused, thought through her last comment, and winced. “A very sexy, very slender, little elephant.”

  Spencer’s lip wobbled, and then she burst out laughing. “You’re an idiot. But seriously, I want to try this. I can’t promise I’ll be fantastic at it, but I’d really like to give it a go. Please, please, please?”

  Spencer begging to give her her most taboo fantasy? Avery had entered an alternate universe where chocolate was free and dreams came true. “If you’re sure. And if you promise me you’ll say something if you’re uncomfortable.”

  “Yes. Totally. Definitely.”

  How could she possibly resist?

  “Come here.” Avery pulled Spencer on top of her. “I love you” was on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t say it. Spencer knew how she felt, and Avery wasn’t going to pressure her, even if everything inside her ached for those three little words.

  Spencer opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but then wriggled away. “You’re not distracting me with sexy kisses or the feel of your amazing body against mine.”

  “Are you distractible?” Avery kissed her, brushed her breasts against Spencer’s. Everything inside her churned in anticipation.

  “Completely. But I’m on a mission. Roll over.”

  Avery hesitated. God, it was ridiculous. She wanted this. Spencer knew she wanted this, and somehow, she still couldn’t bring herself to go for it.

  Spencer pushed hard against her shoulder until she flipped over. “Don’t think you can just dangle the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life in front of me and then just take it away.”

  The sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Avery looked over her shoulder and for the first time saw past the blinders of her own embarrassment. Spencer was breathing fast, her eyes sparkling, her posture determined. Was it possible she wanted this as much as Avery? She tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and tugged them down and off, exposing herself to Spencer’s gaze. Before she could talk
herself out of it, she rose to her hands and knees. Her heart was beating so loudly she was surprised she didn’t burst an eardrum.

  Spencer’s soft small hands curved around her hips and then swept over her ass. Fuuuuck.

  “You have a rather elegant behind, did you know that? Such sensual curves.” Spencer’s hands glided down her ass and all the way to her inner thighs, bypassing her pussy that was so wet it was basically rolling out a red carpet.

  “Glad you think so.” She hoped Spencer didn’t expect her to talk the whole time because she was pretty sure words were going to be beyond her in another minute or two.

  “But,” Spencer said mildly, “there’s just one thing I need.”

  “Hmm?” Avery had her eyes closed, every cell in her body focused on the way Spencer was running her palms up and down. Up and down.

  When Spencer moved to her shoulders, she was momentarily confused, but as Spencer guided her head and shoulders down so her back sloped toward the bed, need hit her like a punch to the solar plexus. If Spencer didn’t touch her very, very soon, she was going to come all over herself like a teenage boy at the all night sexiplex.

  Spencer dipped a hand between her thighs and swiped fingers over her folds. “Spencer,” Avery said on a gasp.

  “Patience, patience,” Spencer said.

  With fingers wet with Avery’s juices, Spencer found her back entrance and stroked lightly. She clenched and ached at the same time. “Oh God.”