Shared & Protected

by J P Books

  Needless to say, I stayed thigh-lipped.

  Celeste, Riley and I thought it would be really weird and awkward trying to explain to my parents our relationship that the three of us were only just trying to figure out ourselves. After all, everything was new and uncertain for us.

  But then we all agreed that it was safer to be upfront and honest with them right from the start rather than risk the true story coming out after they’d moved and started working. If my parents reacted badly, the girls couldn’t risk being jobless and losing their Visas to work in Mexico.

  The day after we decided to come clean, we had breakfast with my parents. I was very nervous about this meeting. Weirdly, my parents accepted it more easily than any of us thought. I still can’t explain it.

  But my mom is over the moon happy. Happy for me. Happy for the girls. Happy for her kids at school.

  And of course, I’m happy. I went from being a painfully single guy with no future prospects to being in the center of a threesome with two of the most incredible women I’ve ever met.

  And it’s not just about the sex, although that does not get boring.

  I thought I had been in love before, but life with these girls is a whole new level. I want to know everything that happens to them and I want to tell them everything that happens to me. They make me laugh. I worry about them. I want to make them smile. Yes, I’ve turned into the romantic lead from a sappy movie.

  And I’m totally, completely, happy.

  I check my watch again. 4:32.

  I scan the crowd, searching for the familiar faces. They’ll be here any minute...

  And then, I catch a glimpse that makes my heart skip a beat, even now. Even after 3 months of being with them at every possible opportunity, the heart skips, then races.

  One dark head of hair, one light, coming straight towards me.

  I grin and wipe the counter in what has come to be known as their spot.

  As they get closer I can see why they’re a few minutes late. They’re done up and my fuck, they look hot. They’re pulling looks from everyone who catches sight of them.

  Riley’s wearing a royal blue, floor-length dress. It’s very simple, but with her dark hair cascading in curls around her shoulders and her glossy red lips, she looks like she belongs on the red carpet.

  Celeste contrasts her in a short, white slip dress that looks like it could be lingerie, but she wears it so confidently that no one would ever question her. It’s also simple, but the effect is pure sex.

  “Hey handsome,” Celeste purrs as the girls make themselves comfortable.

  “Hey gorgeouses,” I smirk. “You both look especially sexy tonight.”

  “We’ve officially been here three months, today,” Riley states with a huge smile. “We thought it’d be a good reason to celebrate.

  “We talked to Eddie,” Celeste mentions, with a sly look at me. Eddie is my boss and he’s just as smitten by these two babes as everyone else who meets them. Nobody can understand what they’re doing with me.

  I lift one eyebrow, inviting her to continue.

  “He said you’re no longer welcome here tonight, and if you argue with us – about anything at all tonight – you’re fired.”

  I laugh. He would say that.

  Untying my apron, I don’t waste any time following directions. I hop over the bar and kiss each of my girls thoroughly. This always causes a stir and I’ve learned to enjoy it.

  “Let’s go then,” I answer happily.

  I wave to Eddie as we leave, grateful. He just shakes his head and looks like a mixture of amusement and bewilderment.

  The three of us wander our way back home, hand in hand together.

  We make small talk, but I keep getting distracted by how Celeste’s thumb is running over mine slowly. And the way Riley’s dress keeps rubbing suggestively against my legs, as it blows in the wind.

  All my senses are on high alert around these two incredible beauties, and right now, all I can think about is ripping their dresses off and having their naked bodies writhing over me.

  We’re home in just a few minutes and the moment we walk through the door I can feel the sexual energy intensify.

  It still amazes me how all three of us are always ready to enjoy each other. Now more than ever. Each day, every night, Riley and Celeste get more comfortable with each other, which makes our coming together more erotic for everyone included.

  I could happily sit back and just watch the two of them pleasure each other. In fact, I have. And occasionally, one or the other of them watches. I never understood how voyeurism was so hot, but when you’re watching someone you love in the throes of passion, it’s a turn on. When you’re watching two people you love…well, it’s even better.

  Tonight though is about all three of us. Our anniversary, of sorts.

  Celeste doesn’t waste any time, her lips are on mine instantly, stoking the fire that had already started. Riley watches, and casually slips out of her dress, leaving it in a puddle on the floor at her feet.

  She comes up behind Celeste and pulls her hair to one side, kissing her girlfriend’s neck. Celeste moans and tilts her head, but doesn’t release my mouth.

  My hands are now roaming not one, but two incredible bodies and I’m getting harder by the second. Riley slips the straps off Celeste’s shoulders and her dress, too, puddles on the floor at our feet. Both of them were completely naked underneath their dresses, which now strikes me as hotter than even seeing them completely buff does.

  I pry my mouth free, wanting to be out of my clothes too. “You naughty girls,” I growl, with a loving smile at both of them. I start to unbutton my shirt, but Celeste’s hands take over as Riley’s get to work on my shorts.

  Within a few seconds, my skin is pressed against theirs with no boundaries between us. It’s an incredible sensation, one that I’ll never tire of. My entire body, everywhere we connect, is tingling and hot. I have a deep desire for more, but can’t put into coherent thoughts what that means.

  We tumble our way over to the bed, tripping over each other’s feet.

  We land in a heap, with Celeste somehow transitioning from the middle to the bottom, and Riley faces her, with me on top, facing them both.

  More often than not, this is how things start.

  This scene, seeing my girls naked and on top of each other, makes my cock surge against Riley’s warm, damp skin.

  The girls gaze at each other for a moment, and then Riley dips her head and kisses her best friend passionately. They moan, together, and I can feel them grind against each other, no doubt also feeling the need for more.

  Riley’s hands explore Celeste’s body, just as my hands are exploring hers.

  We have the same idea. I slip one finger inside Riley’s hot entrance just as she finds her way into Celeste’s welcoming slit. They both push their hips against the intruding fingers, demanding more pressure.

  Things are moving fast tonight, and we’re all panting already. None of us want to wait.

  Celeste whispers “yes”, and I imagine Riley’s finger inside her, making the same beckoning motion that mine is making.

  “More,” Riley groans, echoing my thoughts. There’s no explicit meaning, but we all agree.

  I pull back and grab a condom from our side table, deftly sheathing my hard dick. She’s wet and ready for me, and I position myself at her entrance. I tentatively push inside, a little at a time, hearing her gasp in pleasure. I go slow, drawing out the sensation for both of us, feeling the throbbing of my cock mirrored in the pulsing warmth of her pussy.

  I feel Celeste shift underneath her, and Riley lifts herself into a doggy position. I stay on my knees behind her. Celeste, beneath, watching us both, starts to rub her friend’s clit. I can feel the motion and get harder as Riley cries out. She is bucking wildly, pushing back against me, taking me deeply inside of her but also wanting more from Celeste.

  Celeste moves forward to take one dark
nipple in her mouth.

  I feel Riley start to shake and her cries come faster. Suddenly, she slams her ass into me hard, and arches her back, letting her fast, intense orgasm completely control her body.

  She is glorious.

  As she comes down from her ecstasy, she doesn’t come down off of me, instead, she starts moving on my cock again, finding the rhythm once more.

  “Don’t stop,” she urges me. Celeste looks at her with love-drunk eyes and I don’t stop. I just watch to see what will happen next. Riley gets Celeste to move up on the bed, far enough so that she can bend forward and kiss Celeste’s beautiful, bare pussy. Celeste gasps with pleasure and I jerk inside of Riley.

  Fuck, this is hot.

  I watch as Riley’s finger moves back inside our girlfriend, and her mouth latches onto her clit. As if she was electrocuted, Celeste’s body starts to twitch and vibrate. Riley must know exactly what to do.

  I’m so hard, watching this scene play out in front of me, and I can feel Riley’s wetness dripping from her, proving that she’s still enjoying herself. I hold onto her hips and drive myself into her, watching as each thrust into Riley makes Celeste cry out as she feels the momentum.

  “Holy fuck.” I can feel the pressure building and I know I’m about to come.

  “Oh my god,” Celeste begs. “Don’t stop.”

  Her voice, her need sends shocks of desire through me and I feel myself swelling even more. I’m so fucking ready to burst.

  “Right there,” her body is bucking and demanding more. “Oh, right there,” she tilts her pelvis up, needing all the pressure Riley can give her.

  My cock is bursting, and I groan. I can’t hold it in much longer but I have so see Celeste lose herself first. I have to watch it.

  Her hips are high, and Riley is holding herself on one arm, while deeply penetrating Celeste with a single finger from the **other hand. I’m holding Riley upright, pulling her hips into me, slamming them against my own need.

  Celeste’s eyes are closed and the agony on her face is desperate. She needs to come.

  “Right,” she starts, tensing her body. “Oh my god, yes, right there!” she screams one last direction and her body goes wild. Writhing while Riley keeps licking and sucking all her pleasure to the surface.

  Celeste’s orgasm breaks me, and I groan as I drive into Riley violently one more time. The shockwaves surge through my cock and I come hard, pulling Riley’s ass against me and plunging as deeply into her as I can.

  As Celeste’s body relaxes back into the bed, I slowly pull out of Riley, with a tiny wince.

  “Well, fuck, you girls sure know how to deliver the perfect anniversary gift,” I say, to my two beautiful girlfriends.

  THE END

  Playing With Fire

  CHAPTER 1

  Avery rested her hands on her hips and smiled to herself. She was just starting her morning shift at the Crosby Street Hotel and she was feeling good about it. Morning shifts were her favorite because, before she went down to the lobby to start dealing with the guests, she always came up to the hotel’s rooftop terrace restaurant for a coffee. The view was amazing. She loved looking out over New York City, finding all the iconic buildings as she watched the sun coming up over the skyline. It reflected in all the windows, turning the city into one giant, glittering mirror. Avery loved it.

  But the sun had broken the skyline and she’d finished her coffee, which meant it was time to go back downstairs and get to work. With a sigh, Avery picked up her cup and took it back to the kitchen dish pit, waving at Johnny, the hotel’s chatty chef.

  “You know, we have waiters for that,” Johnny called from where he was beating house-made hollandaise sauce. He nodded towards her dirty coffee cup.

  “Let them save their energy for the paying customers!” Avery replied with a smile. With one last wave, she disappeared down the back stairs, taking the delivery elevator down to the ground floor.

  The lobby was bright and clean and already humming with activity, just the way she liked it. Avery was one of Crosby Street’s top concierges. She’d been working there ever since she finished her degree in tourism. Of course, she’d started out as a part-time receptionist, but her talents had quickly moved her up the ladder. She loved her job. She loved the hotel, with its beautiful rooms, pretty courtyard, and, most importantly, its view. She loved the staff, they all took care of each other and looked out for one another. She even loved their guests – for the most part.

  Crosby Street was an upscale boutique hotel right next to the famed Museum of Modern Art so it had its fair share of bossy, whiny, spoiled celebrity guests. But, for the most part, their clientele was lovely. And Avery had always been good at smoothing down any ruffled feathers. She didn’t mind telling a few white lies about someone’s ugly coat and terrible updo if it kept her guests happy.

  “Good morning, Avery!” Janice, the woman working the front desk smiled as Avery crossed the lobby. “Is that a new skirt?”

  Avery looked down at her sleek black and gray pin-striped pencil skirt. “Yes,” she grinned. “Do you like it?”

  “Definitely,” said Janice. “Makes you look amazing. Like sexy librarian taken to the next level.”

  Avery giggled. “Thanks, Janice.”

  Selena, Avery’s friend and another concierge, appeared out of the back room, her coat over one arm. She’d been working the night shift and was dying to get home. Her glossy blond curls fell in a wave over one shoulder and she raised a well-groomed eyebrow. “Don’t you think it’s a bit short for work, though?” she asked.

  Avery frowned, looking back down at her skirt. “Do you think so? I mean, it’s form-fitting, but I thought it was long enough.”

  “Well, as long as you’re comfortable, sweetheart. That’s the main thing,” Selena smiled, her baby blue eyes crinkling in the corner. Coming forward, she gave Avery an air kiss on both cheeks. “So good to see you, darling. I’m absolutely dying to go to bed. But let’s have drinks soon, okay? I feel like we haven’t hung out in years.”

  “For sure,” said Avery, smiling. “Just let me know when.”

  “I’ll check my schedule,” said Selena, squeezing Avery’s arm. “Have a good shift!”

  And with that, she swept out of the hotel in a wave of rose-scented perfume, looking more like one of their rich clients than a member of staff.

  Discreetly, Janice rolled her eyes. “Your skirt is definitely not too short, Avery,” she said.

  Avery worried her lip. “Do you think so? I dunno. Selena’s just so much better with clothes than I am.”

  “It’s perfect. You look amazing and totally work appropriate. It’s not your fault you have legs the length of Manhattan, you lucky jerk.”

  Avery laughed. “I hope you’re right. I don’t want to make any waves just at the moment.”

  Janice rolled her eyes again. “You never make waves, Avery. You’re the opposite of a wave-maker. And don’t worry. When Meghan retires next month, you’re totally going to get the job. It’ll be Avery Montague, Head Concierge then. Who else would they give it to? You’re perfect for it. Everyone knows you’re amazing at your job.”

  Avery chuckled. “You’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll give you Fridays off once I’m in charge of scheduling.”

  Janice put a hand to her heart. “Whaaaaat? Me? Do that? Never!” The two women grinned at each other and then burst into quiet giggles. There was a group of German businessmen reading the paper in the soft seats of the lobby and Avery and Janice knew better than to disturb them.

  But they were still grinning when a smartly-dressed man in his early thirties walked in. Even without the perfectly tailored gray suit, he would have caught anyone’s eye. He was at least an inch or two over six feet, with an athletic build, and thick, dark hair. His skin was tanned and it made his piercing blue eyes all the more striking. Avery bit her lip and tried not to stare.

  Behind him came another man, bulkier, with a s
haved head, wearing a dark suit and a Bluetooth in one ear. The women at the front desk glanced at each other. It was all that common at Crosby Street, but they had seen enough bodyguards to recognize one when they saw one.

  Avery raised her eyebrows, bending over Janice to take a look at that day’s reservations. Silently, Janice tapped one name: Deacon Wolfe. He had booked their two most expensive rooms on the top floor. His name rang a bell, but Avery wasn’t sure where she knew it from. Whoever he was, she could tell from across the lobby that he had money. That bespoke Brioni suit and the dour-looking bodyguard certainly wouldn’t have come cheap.

  “Good morning,” Janice smiled. “Welcome to the Crosby Street Hotel. How can I help you today, sir?”

  “I’ve got a reservation,” said the man, his chiseled face breaking into a warm smile. “Wolfe. Deacon Wolfe.” His gaze moved from Janice to Avery and Avery felt her stomach do flip flops as his eyes slid quickly down her body. He looked up, meeting her eye. His smile grew fractionally and Avery could feel desire blow through her like an adrenalin shot to the heart. She swallowed.

  Janice nodded. “Yes, you’re on the top floor. Excellent choice. Do you have any bags?”

  “They’ll be delivered shortly,” said Wolfe.

  “Excellent,” said Janice. “We’ll have them brought straight up. This is our concierge, Avery. I’ll let her show you up to your room.”

  Deacon nodded, his eyes briefly flicking back to Avery. “Sounds great.”