Page 24 of Triple Tidings
Lacey lifts one shoulder, looking between us with a sheepish smile. “I’m on birth control. And I was tested after Wells and I…”
“I’m all clear.”
“Me too.”
No more discussion is needed.
I catch Lacey’s wrist at the side of the bed, dragging her into me and lowering my lips to hers in a deep, searching kiss. Fuck, I could get used to this. The places where her hands settle on my shoulders burn, as though her touch is seeping into my skin, spreading through the muscles beneath. Her breasts are pressed to my chest, her skin soft against mine, and I hear myself groan into our kiss when a distinctly male form appears behind me, Wells’ cock brushing my ass.
It’s been a long time since he used to bend me over the bed in his old apartment, fisting my hair in one hand and gripping my hip with another. The experience of this man coming undone wasn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced, then or now. He might not have liked that he was attracted to me, he might not be happy at his body’s reaction to mine, but he wanted it too badly to control himself.
Apparently, nothing has changed.
Lacey and I break apart, and I lift my thumb to trace the curve of her swollen lips, taking in every detail of her flushed cheeks and tousled hair. She lookswild. Not the buttoned-up, careful manager who stands behind the desk downstairs, but a woman who has fully embraced her desires.
Her eyes move to Wells, and beneath my touch, those full, perfect lips curve in a shy smile.
“Get on the fucking bed already,” he hisses directly in my ear. “I want her lips wrapped around my dick while you fuck her.”
Standing as close as we are, there is no way Lacey missed this order, but as her eyes lift to look at Wells, her smile is mischievous. “Was there something you wanted me to do to you?” she asks coyly, blinking up at him from beneath her pale eyelashes.
Wells’ dark, answering laugh seems to have a visceral effect on both of us. Without another word, he moves around us to the bed, sinking back into the fluffy arrangement of pillows with a dark, challenging look. He doesn’t say a single word, but as his hand finds his dick, stroking himself with rough efficiency…Fuck.
Lacey’s quiet moan must mean she is similarly affected by this display, and neither of us requires further encouragement. I stand back, watching as she crawls onto the mattress, practically panting as Wells releases his dick, allowing her to bend forward and drag her tongue over the throbbing length from base to tip.
“‘Atta girl,” he mutters again, gathering her curly hair in one hand so it doesn’t get in her way. “That’s it, honey. Fuck, you’re so goddamn gorgeous.”
From this angle, I’m able to see every exquisite part of this, from the glistening pink slit between our girl’s legs to the eager way she’s worshipping every inch of Wells’ dick in decadent, open-mouthed kisses and licks.
Watching the two of them together is more arousing than any porn, or even sexual encounter I’ve ever experienced. Their bodies are so different, exquisitely masculine and feminine respectively, yet even if someone held a gun to my head and told me to choose which I liked more, I couldn’t do it.
I’m so absorbed in watching the erotic act being committed before me that even as I ache to join them, I can’t bring myself to interrupt.
All the air seems to leave my lungs as Lacey finally wraps her lips around the crown of Wells’ cock and bows forward. She gags as he hits the back of her throat, but even that doesn’t stop her.
Over her head, Wells lifts his eyes to meet mine. “Just going to watch?” he demands gruffly, his jaw tight as he tangles his hands in Lacey’s hair, fucking himself with her mouth.
My cock throbs. “It’s a very good show.”
A low, rumbling laugh issues from the man before me. “Fuck her,” he insists, still watching me intently. “You need the nice doctor to rail that slutty little cunt with his big dick, don’t you, Lace?”
Panting, Lacey lifts her mouth from Wells’ cock to peek back at me over her shoulder, eyes sparkling playfully. “Yes. I’maching, Doctor Vogel. Will you make it better?”
“I’m going to have my hands full with you two.” I smirk, dismissing the pang that comes at the thought of leaving them both in a few days. There’s nothing to be done about that, and this weekend has somehow turned into—quite literally—the stuff of my filthiest dreams. I’ll be damned if I don’t enjoy it. Thoroughly.
Stalking forward, I follow the pair of them onto the bed, kneeling between Lacey’s parted thighs. Her cunt is still slick, either from having my mouth on it or from her own arousal, and the room spins around me as I fist my base in one hand, gripping her hip in the other.
Lacey’s moan is muffled by Wells’ cock as I drag my tip through her slit, ensuring she’s as ready for me as I think she is. It’s been years since I fucked anyone without a condom, but nothing has felt more repellant to me than the idea of putting anything between us.
“Fuck, you’re so turned on by this, aren’t you?” I mutter as I press forward, allowing the head of my cock into her cunt, and then pulling out again, teasing her.
Wells’ knuckles have gone white on the messy strands of hair he’s holding, his eyes darting between Lacey’s mouth and my dick, like he can’t decide what he most wants to see.
“How does she feel?” he demands, his voice a deep, raspy growl.
Beneath me, she squirms, trying to push herself back onto my dick, but I hold her steady. There isn’t a single doubt in mymind that Wells and I aren’t the only men that Lacey Lovette has pining after her, and, perhaps selfishly, I want to set the bar high. Very high. Even if this is a holiday fling to her, I want Lacey to be thinking about it, about me, and about Wells, for a long goddamn time.
“Tight,” I hiss, permitting myself a slightly deeper thrust. “She just keeps getting wetter.”
