Burning Lust (An MMF Bisexual Threesome) (5 page)

As quietly as she could, she padded to her front door, standing on her toes to look through the peep hole.

It was Sam and Patrick, standing there, looking expectantly right at her.

Katie pulled her robe tighter around herself and opened the door, her wine glass still in her hand.

“We decided,” Patrick said.

“Come in,” Katie said, gesturing with her wine glass hand to the couch and two armchairs. They sure didn’t seem angry any more.

“It’s fine,” Sam said, as soon as he’d sat down on the couch. “We’re officially cool with it.”

Katie couldn’t have been more surprised, and she set her wine glass down on a box. “Really?” she said.

“Really,” said Patrick. He sat on the couch, a little ways away from Sam, then took Katie’s hand and tugged at her, until she was kneeling on the couch, facing both men.

Sam took her other hand, so now she had one man on either side, holding her hands, both looking up at her.

“Take your time,” he said. “But we haven’t been totally honest with you.”

The two en exchanged a look, with Katie in her bathrobe, kneeling between the two of them.

“We got drunk one night,” Patrick started, speaking slowly, letting his fingers intertwine with Katie’s. “And we were both kind of lonely, on duty in the firehouse, just playing Xbox.”

He wasn’t looking at Katie, he was looking right at Sam, as if seeking the other man’s permission.

“We had sex,” Sam said bluntly, his eyes flicking from Patrick to Katie and back.

Her mouth made a perfect little O, just for a moment.

“You’re not gay,” she said. She was completely certain that they were both interested in her, at least.

“You of all people should know that sexuality is a spectrum, Dr. Callahan,” Patrick teased.

She laughed nervously.

“Are you still... you know?” she asked, not at all sure how to phrase the question.
Are you still banging
seemed like a rude thing to ask,
did you do it again
seemed... incorrect for the moment.

“Sometimes,” Sam said. “I’d say I’m about a two on the Kinsey scale.”

Zero was totally straight and six was totally gay, Katie knew from years and years of school.

“So mostly straight,” she said.

“Mostly,” Sam said.

“We argued some,” Patrick said. “But then we thought, why make her choose?”

Katie began to feel
tingly
again, and she licked her lips, trying to process what was happening here. They hadn’t come by just to chat, that seemed to be for sure.

“What do you say?” Sam said softly, his eyes suddenly seductive. “Give it a shot?” He lifted the palm of her hands to his lips, pressing them into the center, sending a shiver down Katie’s spine.

She swallowed again, wondering for a moment if she was having a dream.

“Okay,” she said.

Patrick took her by the upper arm, her other hand still in Sam’s, and pulled her to him, kissing her hard, his tongue pressing itself into her mouth, invading her. Katie’s tongue fought back, tangling with his, her hand on the hard side of his body. He slid his hand up her neck until it was buried in her hair and he held her there, against him.

When he pulled away, Katie sighed.

“You know I had a huge crush on you in high school, right?” she said.

He just laughed. “Did you?”

Katie nodded, blushing. She looked over at Sam, whose lips were on her wrist, then her forearm, sending sparks flying up her arm.

“I’m surprised you even remember me,” she went on.

“Sure I did,” he said. “I always thought you were kind of cute.”

Katie smiled.

“You grew into a fox, though,” he said, and grabbed her again, covering her mouth with his. She squirmed against his lap but he only pulled harder, his raw lust obvious.

Now Sam was at her shoulder, then slowly nibbling up her neck, and as Katie broke away from Patrick she moaned quietly, feeling the little shivers of pleasure move down her body.

At last, Sam made his way up her chin and to her lips, also kissing her hard, moving her mouth open with his and questing inside with his tongue.

Katie moved a little on the couch, so she was sitting up between the two men, facing Sam, Patrick behind her. Now
he
nibbled at the back of her neck as she kissed Sam desperately, her hands on the front of his white undershirt, moving over his thickly muscled shoulders, even as Patrick’s hands moved gently down her sides, to the front of her thigh, and then to the hem of her bathrobe.

With one finger he pulled it up, the entire hemline following in a V, until he’d reached the crease of her hip. He stroked that with one finger, at the same time that Sam was letting his fingers moving slowly down the cinched-in neck of her bathrobe, along the tender skin of her chest. She could feel that the pads of his fingers were rough and calloused, and the sensation made her shudder.

When they separated, Katie let out a tiny little moan — not at all what she’d meant to do.

Sam grinned. “Good,” he said. “For a moment I was afraid you might not be enjoying yourself.”
 

Then Sam slipped one hand inside her robe, his fingers lightly brushing over swollen, sensitive nipple, making her gasp and close her eyes, leaning back against Patrick, almost swooning as Sam cupped her breast in his hand, lifting it slightly and then stroking her nipple with his thumb.

“That feels good,” Katie half-moaned, half whispered.

Grinning, Sam’s other hand pushed the neck of her robe open, revealing her other breast as well, touching them both at once.

Then he bent his head to one, ticking her sensitive skin with his stubble, and then flicking his tongue lightly over her nipple, moving it around in a swirl, back and forth, until Katie arched her back and gasped.

Patrick’s hand moved up from her thigh crease to her other breast, kneading it little roughly, pinching and squeezing her nipple between his own fingers. Katie turned her head so that her face was against his neck and exhaled, still arching her back between the two men, and she exhaled long and hard into Patrick.

She could feel her sash slowly coming undone, her robe falling even further open, and then it went, helped along by both men. Katie was still wearing underpants, and she took a moment to be thankful that she’d put a nice pair on when she got dressed that morning — light pink lace bikinis.

“You’re beautiful,” Patrick murmured in her ear. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you that day.”

“But I wanted you more,” Sam murmured, bringing his face up from where he’d been.

“Boys, don’t fight,” she murmured.

“Can we fuck?” asked Sam, playfully.

“Yes,” she said, a smirk making its way onto her face.

With that, Sam grabbed her underpants at the hips and tugged. Katie lifted herself off the couch just a little, her legs unspooling from under her, and she let him take away her underwear and then toss them across the room.
 

As long as they didn’t go in the fire, she didn’t care where she wound up.

Without missing a beat, Sam practically dove between her legs, his rough-but-gentle hands pushing her thighs apart, squeezing and kneading the soft inner parts, making Katie giggle and squirm against Patrick.

Before she even knew what Sam was doing, his tongue was on her, lightly flicking her clit back and forth. She gasped loudly, grabbing Patrick’s knees, on either side of her, and squeezing from the sudden jolt of pleasure that raced through her.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, moving her left leg over the back of her couch, trying to spread herself as wide as she could to give Sam more access. “Oh, my god, keep doing that.”

Sam didn’t respond, but his tongue moved faster against her, flicking harder and harder, then moving slowly and sensually down her, licking at her swollen lips, just barely nudging between them and making her gasp and writhe before moving his mouth back up to briefly suck at her clit, his lips just barely closing around it.

As his tongue moved in slow circles, Katie was in ecstasy. Her bathrobe was still technically on, just spread wide open, her legs askew on her couch as Patrick alternated between kissing her and pinching her nipples.

Katie could feel his rock-hard erection beneath her back, and she arched herself against it, rewarded by a deep, growling noise behind her, almost as if Patrick were purring.

She could feel the heat inside her growing, and it felt like there were arcs of electricity shooting up from her pussy, all the way to her brain — pure pleasure, so dense she could barely think. Everything just felt so
good
that she didn’t care at all how she looked, moaning and writhing as the two men licked and stroked her.

Then she felt something else against her pussy lips: Sam’s fingers, rubbing her soaking-wet slit up and down, then dipping between her lips, spreading them apart slightly to touch the entrance to her channel.

Katie moaned again, loud, and Sam took that moment to slip his fingers inside her. Her body arched as he did, and she could feel him move them inside her, that
come here
gesture that stroked the sensitive upper wall of her channel.

“Oh, fuck yes that feels good,” she said. She had one arm up over Patrick’s shoulder, as though she were trying to drag him down.

Sam just laughed softly — Katie could feel the rush of breath on her clit, cool and tingly and wonderful.

“I’m gonna cum,” she said. “Oh my god, just keep doing that — god, yes, right there — ohhhh!”

She felt the orgasm break over her like it was a wave, starting deep inside her and then washing outward, until her limbs and even her fingers and toes were tingling, her toes curling against the fabric of her couch.

“Yes!” she shouted, not caring if every single one of her neighbors heard her.

At last, the spasms that had rocked through her body were done, and she relaxed, flushed and breathing hard, into Patrick. Sam sat up, wiping his mouth, eyes sparkling with laughter.

“What?” she asked.

“That was great,” he said, crawling across the couch toward her. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

Then he kissed her, and she could still smell herself and taste her own juices on his lips.
 

It was kind of sexy, really.

Then he broke away from her and kissed Patrick, hard, half-lying on top of Katie, the two men making out basically on top of her.

She took the opportunity to tug at Sam’s shirt, and when he and Patrick separated, breathing hard, he took it off and tossed it across the room, not worrying at all about where it landed.

Then he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, standing just long enough to tug them down, underwear and all.

His cock was big, somehow bigger than Katie had been expecting, and it was rock-hard, standing straight out from his body.

Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed it in her hand, pumping its full length in her fist, marveling at how it filled her hand and how
sexy
it was.

She wanted it inside her,
now
.

Sam began to kneel on the couch again, but Katie stopped him.

“Wait a sec,” she said, clambering up onto her elbows, then flipping over so she was on her hands and knees, ass up in the air.

“This way,” she said, and Sam wasn’t about to argue. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her slick entrance, her wetness trailing a little down her thighs in that position.

At the same time, she turned her attention to Patrick, unzipping his pants and undoing his belt, then reaching inside to pull out his cock, which sprang up to full attention immediately.

His was also long and thick, and Katie took a moment to appreciate it in her hand. Had her high school fantasies ever gotten this far? Maybe once or twice, she’d thought about getting to second base with him, but she’d been slow to mature and hadn’t been that interested in sex until college at least.

She
definitely
had never fantasized about sucking his cock while getting fucked from behind by
another
hot firefighter.

Just as she licked the very tip of the head of his cock, Sam parted her lips with his cock and then thrust in. He went shallow at first, pushing himself in and then pulling out, giving Katie time to get used to his impressive girth.

Katie moaned into Patrick’s cock, sending a buzz throughout his whole body, and he put both his hands on her shoulders, doing his best not to squeeze.

Sam fucked a little deeper with each thrust, and to Katie, it felt incredible, being slowly invaded by that cock, stretched out little by little. She wanted it all, right away, she wanted him to just fuck her brains out, but she knew that she had to be patient.

She pushed her lips lower on Patrick’s cock, swirling her tongue as she went, and he moaned again.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “I love watching you do that while Sam fucks you from behind.”

“I love watching you suck him off while I fuck you,” Sam said, behind her.

Katie lifted her head and pumped her hand up and down on Patrick’s cock a few times, looking Patrick in the eye. “You want to fuck me next?” she asked, a lusty glint in her eye.

Patrick could only nod, as she enveloped his cock with her mouth again.

Katie felt almost dizzy, between the two cocks inside her right now — one in her mouth, one in her pussy — and god, it felt so
good
, taking on two men at once. Patrick’s cock hit the back of her mouth and she pumped her head up and down, not sure how much longer she could do it. Sam’s cock had her close to cumming yet again, and she moaned and moaned,the sound humming through Patrick’s cock.

She took it out of her mouth and put her hand around it again, Patrick nearly growling.

“Male me cum,” she gasped to Sam. “Fuck me harder, I’m so close.”

“I can’t,” he said, his voice low with raw lust. “I’ll cum too.”

“I don’t— Oh, God!” Katie shouted.

Sam had his thumb on her clit, rubbing it back and forth, and the tiny addition of sensation was enough to push Katie over that cliff, sending her headlong into pleasure. Desperately, she bucked back against Sam as if she were trying to get as much of him inside her as she possibly could, milking him fore every last drop of pleasure his cock could provide.