Page 25 of Triple Tidings
Lacey moans around the cock in her mouth, and Wells groans, jaw tight, and the cords in the long, masculine column of his neck stand out, betraying the effect she’s having on him.
“Give her more,” he orders, his chest rising and falling.
I look down, taking in the arousal shining on the first few inches of my dick, and the way the lips of her pretty, flushed pussy are glistening with more.
The way this woman responds to us… Yeah, I’ll give her fucking more. I’ll give her fucking everything.
Lacey’s noise of shock is choked as I do just that, burying my entire dick in her too-small cunt, and nearly making myself come in the process. “Jesus,” I groan, staring down at the base of my shaft, which is straining against her entrance. My hands tighten on her hips, stopping her from moving an inch. “This cunt, Lace—” I groan, words failing me as her inner walls contract around my shaft,squeezing, as her head bobs over Wells’ dick. “Fuck, you’re such a little champ, aren’t you?”
“She sure is,” Wells agrees, watching as I give a few experimental thrusts.
The possibility of coming before I’d like is a real threat here, but I bite the inside of my cheek, determined to hold off until she gets there, too. With each roll of my hips, she gets wetter and more eager, bouncing back and forth between Wells and me, totally present and on board with all of this.
Nothing has ever been hotter than this.
Knowing I can only keep my shit together for so long, I release my hold on her hip to press a hand beneath her, finding the slick, swollen nub I was sucking on a few minutes ago.
It takes me all of five seconds of rubbing before she comes with a cry, bucking and shuddering between us as her cunt clutches at my dick, making escape impossible. I follow her over the edge, unleashing my orgasm deep inside her, as pleasure courses up my spine.
“Fuck, you’re done already?” Wells smirks, stroking Lacey’s hair as she collapses, her cheek on his stomach and her ass in the air, panting. His dick is standing at attention beside her, still hard as a rock.
Still inside her, I’m enjoying the tiny aftershocks from her orgasm way too much to be in a rush to pull out, but I manage to glare at him. “Give me a break. You won’t do any better when you feel how fucking tight she is.”
Wells’ lips curve as he lowers his eyes to Lacey. “My turn.”
Eleven
Wells
The sequence of events leading us here has become hazy and less clear as the evening has gone on.
If someone had told me, even this morning, that by dinner I’d have Lacey Lovette on her back beneath me and August Vogel’s cum already leaking from her swollen cunt as I prepared to give her mine… Well, I would have been turned on as hell, but also amused.
I don’t regret it, though. Fuck no. This woman… This man… The pair of them are a deadly weapon against my willpower and sense of self-preservation. Not one single part of me wants this to stop, and now that I’ve had a taste of them both, all I can think of is how to get more.
“Wells,” Lacey moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as she drags me down to kiss her. She tastes like honey and apples and sweetness, homey and decadent and fucking perfect. Everything about her draws me in, makes me want more, and as I press the engorged head of my dick against her entrance, I know the situation is about to get a hell of a lot worse.
A tremor wracks my body as August’s hand splays across my shoulder.
I pull back, allowing him to kiss her too, and my eyes almost roll back into my head as I permit myself to ease forward, taking possession of the slick, used hole between her thighs.Son of a bitch.
“Fuck, Lace,” I groan, giving a few more thrusts as the woman beneath me writhes, panting into August’s mouth.
“Oh my god,” Lacey whimpers, looking back to me when August sits back, her lips parted and eyes wide. The way she looks right now, the way she feels—obscenely slick from her own arousal and August’s cum—is some shit straight out of my dirtiest, most depraved fantasies. “Wells!” Her voice breaks on my name as I roll my hips experimentally, hitting a deeper spot inside her.
The warm, soft thighs bracketing my hips tremble as the large, male hand on my back slips lower.
“I think we should make this real good for him, don’t you, Lace?” asks August, and I hear myself groan as his hand presses between our bodies to play with Lacey’s clit.
“Yes,” she whines, fingers digging into my biceps as I start to get into it, fucking her harder than I would expect her to enjoy. She is enjoying it, though, lapping up the attention from both of us. Every time I hit bottom, she lets out a pained little cry, restlessly lifting and lowering her hips, trying to find a place where I’m not too much for her.
I’m so into it, so absorbed in her, that I don’t notice what August is up to until it’s already happening. His hand has vanished from Lacey’s clit, and he’s rubbing two slick fingers over my asshole instead, exerting just enough pressure to make my head spin and whatever control I thought I had, evaporate.
“You like that?” the doctor asks, and the words seem to hold a promise, too, that he can make it even better if I say yes.
I grit my teeth, fucking Lacey harder, and August follows, teasing my ass more insistently. I’m beyond reason now, beyondself-consciousness or shame. All I can think of is getting more of this, more of the unbelievable pleasure these people are giving me, and I don’t care what I have to do to get it.
The room is filled with the wet, slapping sound of skin on skin, my own grunts of pleasure, and Lacey’s cries.
