Page 23 of Triple Tidings
August
The logistics of this encounter don’t require a long discussion, mainly because, frankly, there is no losing.
Lacey’s mouth or Wells’? His ass or mine? Her tight, desperate little cunt?
All of it sounds fucking incredible to me, but I get the sense that Wells and I are eager to put Lacey through her paces. The pretty blonde has had both of us hung up on her for a long time, and she’s the person who brought us all together for what is turning out to be averymemorable Christmas.
The blonde in question watches us through round eyes, her full lips parted slightly and tits heaving as Wells walks her back toward the bed, his calloused hands circling her bare waist.
It’s been over a decade since this man and I last fucked, but leopards don’t tend to change their spots, and I know Wells gets off on being the man in control. Fine by me.
My cock throbs as his self-control seems to lapse, and Wells leans down, slanting his lips over Lacey’s in a hungry kiss. It should make me jealous, watching them sway on the spot, lost in each other, but the dark emotion never comes, and any semblance of being left out evaporates when they break apart.
Lacey looks past Wells and reaches out a slim hand for me to take. “You haven’t kissed me yet, Doctor Vogel,” she says coyly, her eyes sparkling in the light of the fire.
A low laugh issues from deep in my chest as I step toward them, welcomed into their lusty little bubble without hesitation. Wells releases Lacey, stepping to the side so I can have a turn, and my cock gets even harder as I get my first taste of her.
Which also tastes of him.
“So sweet,” I murmur, lifting my hands to her bare tits.
Lacey lets out a breathy sigh, her fingers finding the hem of my T-shirt. “It’s kind of unfair I’m the only one naked right now.”
“An injustice we can correct,” I reply smoothly, and lift my arms, allowing her to remove the garment. We both look to Wells, who is watching us, his jaw tight.
I get the sense that the natural jealousy that comes from a situation like this is more difficult for him to dismiss than it is for me. “Come here.” I reach out, fisting his shirt in my hand, and drag his stiff form directly into me.
Kissing him is different than kissing Lacey, but I enjoy it no less. Where she is sweet and soft, Wells is hard and demanding. He kisses me like he’s punishing me, like he’s attracted to me against his better judgement, and I shouldn’t like it nearly as much as I do.
“Fuck,” he snarls as we break apart, glaring at me as I set about unbuttoning his flannel, keeping my eyes on his, half expecting to have my hands pushed away.
Wells doesn’t stop me, though, and when I push the material off his shoulders, Lacey sets to work on his belt. “You need to relax.” She giggles, kissing the hard planes of his chest, which is straining against the plain white T-shirt he was wearing underneath.
“I’ll relax when I’m coming down your throat. How’s that?”
I feel myself grin, watching as Lacey succeeds in pulling his belt free of its loops. There’s a thick bulge in the front of his jeans, and she pauses to brush her hand over it, making him hiss. “Maybe you’ll have to wait,” I muse, meeting Wells’ darkened gaze. “Maybe I’d like to fuck her mouth first.”
Just as he gets off on being in control, I get off on pushing back.
In the corner of my eye, I see Lacey’s teeth catch her bottom lip at this discussion, her fingers fumbling with the button.
Wells grunts, glancing down at her, his chest heaving. “That’s it, honey. Take it out. ‘Atta girl.” He looks back to me. “Why don’t you quit fucking with me and help me fuck her instead, yeah?”
Yeah, I’m not going to pretend that doesn’t work for me.
Lacey gasps as Wells tugs his T-shirt over his head, and, seconds later, she manages to get his pants and boxers down, letting both of us see the massive fucking dick he’s been hiding.
“Intimidated?” I tease, landing a little spank on her ass.
Lacey lets out a shaky laugh. “I think I would be stupid not to be a little nervous. I’d forgotten…” Tentatively, she reaches out, wrapping her slim fingers around the base of Wells’ cock, squeezing gently.
He groans, and Lacey looks back at me over her shoulder, watching through wide pupils as I rid myself of my own pants, leaving the three of us naked together.
“Oh, come on,” Lacey giggles as her gaze catches on my dick, which is hardly less sizable than the monster Wells was blessed with. “Seriously? I was so sure I was remembering wrong.”
“Seriously,” Wells confirms, jerking his chin toward the bed. “Get over there. Both of you.”
“Condoms?” I pose, pausing all three of us in our tracks.
