Holly's Intuition (14 page)

The head of his cock was damp under her fingers and she moved the slippery fluid with her fingers and spread it down his shaft. With one hand on Joshua’s erection, she directed it to her lips. “I wanted this, I wanted to taste you.”

She heard Stewart’s voice, a murmur of appreciation, but didn’t catch his words. Then her lips closed over the swol en head of Josh’s erection, and his body jolted.

She licked at the underside, tasting his essence, adoring the way he fil ed her mouth just as he had fil ed her sex. The immense pleasure he felt rol ed through her, carrying her on.

His fingers trailed against her hair and face, welcoming her. Each time she took his length into her mouth, drawing him off, a surge of ecstasy ran through them both. She was wrapped in the raw energy, the primal lust of the moment, but a mumbled, urgent conversation reached her.

“Wait up.” It was Joshua.

When she lifted free, Joshua pressed his fingers around the base of his cock, and she saw how close to coming he’d been. He looked away, towards Stewart.

When Hol y glanced back, she could see that Stewart had freed his cock from his jeans and was reaching into his pocket for a condom. The certain knowledge that she was going to receive them both at the same time charged through her, and it made her body ripple and sway. Between her thighs she was so hot that her underwear was clinging to her groove, and she wanted them off, wanted Stewart’s cock there instead. Her centre burned for them both, and the sight of Stewart rol ing on a condom made her pussy clench with expectation.

Focussing on Joshua, she gasped as Stewart’s rough hands pushed up her skirt and pul ed down her knickers, leaving them to dangle at her knees.

Kneeling as she was, her bared pussy tingled wildly in response to the exposure. Hot liquid dribbled down her swol en nether lips. Stewart nudged her legs further apart with his knee. Then she felt his fingers opening her up and her body arched, her hips lifting to give him better access.

He eased his cock inside, stretching her open, before he withdrew it and ran it down over the swol en bump of her clit. The torturous action knocked the breath from her lungs, and she gasped loudly. Trembling with need, she pushed back.

Stewart reached around, turned her face towards him with one strong hand on her jaw, and examined her, as if he enjoyed seeing the need on her face.

How he loved to be in charge of them both, Hol y thought fleetingly, and how very stimulating it was.

“I so want to be there,” he murmured, and rubbed the blunt head of his cock at her slick opening again.

“Stewart,” she pleaded, and it came out long and low and desperate.

His eyes blazed and he let her face Joshua again, then returned his attention to her nether region. Again he shifted his cock, rubbing it over her sensitive clit.

She was so strung out with need that she came, sweet and sudden and with an intensity that made her core vibrate and spasm. “Oh, oh,” she cried out.

As it rol ed on away, her back arched and again she pushed back towards him, desperate for him to fil her aching sheath.

When he final y thrust deep into her, she looked into Joshua’s eyes for a moment, then grasped his erection and took it deep into her mouth, because she wanted to mirror everything. She wanted to feel them fil ing her, for her body to be a supple, vibrant conduit between them. Joshua’s deep pleasures at al he felt and watched stole her last bit of mental awareness. After that moment she was made of pure animal lust, her body vibrating, reaching for each thrust, her hands and mouth welcoming the man in front of her, her hips arching back to take the one behind her.

But Stewart continued to explore her with his fingers as he rode in and out of her slick sheath. Holding her nether lips apart with his thumbs, he pushed deeper stil . The sensitive folds of her pussy practical y sang with delight, pressed against his hard body as they were, then he manipulated her buttocks, squeezing them between his hands and running his thumbs into her crease.

He was manhandling her, and Hol y had to lift her head to cry out, panting loudly.

“You like that.”

She was barely able to moan in response.

“She likes it,” Joshua whispered, and when she met his gaze, his eyes glittered darkly.

Even though his cock was unbearably distended and on the verge of spil ing, she sensed that what he wanted to do most of al was see her being fucked by Stewart, to watch, even if that meant she couldn’t take him, even if he had to jerk himself off at the end of it.

“Oh Josh…” Crooning with pleasure she rol ed the tip of her tongue over his swol en crown. His hand locked around the base of his cock and he nodded at her.

He knew she understood. He knew that she couldn’t control it, not with the way Stewart was touching her, exploring her as he was. He knew because he’d been there, he’d been handled that way.

Stewart’s fingers were al over her, massaging her buttocks as if he owned them. The brutish handling made her crazy. Another orgasm blistered close to the surface. She shuddered, her body clamping on his erection. Her eyes were on Joshua’s cock. “Wank for me,” she pleaded. “I want to see you come.”

Joshua cursed, locked one hand around his bal s, and jerked his cock off with the other.

“Damn,” Stewart said, “this is going to make me come far too quickly.” His cock seemed to grow even harder, bruising her centre as he drove, piston-like into her, barely in control in the final throws, before he let rip and came.

It was al too much. Hol y’s head lifted, her mouth opening in the silent, primal cry of release. Stewart’s body jerked so violently while she was on the crest, that she had to wedge her elbows on the sofa either side of Joshua’s hips to maintain her position.

Stewart’s cock slid free of her sex, but his hands held her hips, holding her upright. Gasping for breath, her body weak from release, she held tight to Joshua’s sides. He massaged his cock faster and she locked eyes with him, her legs shuddering under her as she tried to stay upright.

“Hol y,” he whispered, his hand stil ing.

Hot fluid covered her breasts. Hol y watched, mesmerised, as bolt after bolt spurted over her, then the power of his release hit her, and she swooned back.

“Hey, I’ve got you,” Stewart whispered, grabbing her and cradling her in his arms.

“Wel caught,” she said with a disbelieving laugh, and wilted in his arms.

“I’m in seventh heaven,” Hol y whispered, and tangled her arms around Stewart’s neck. Being carried in his powerful arms was a dizzying experience in itself, and coming so close behind the amazing sex they had just enjoyed it was doubly good.

He looked down at her, happily. “Pleased to be of service.”

Lazing in his arms, stil heavy with the afterglow, she wondered if she was dreaming. But no, as he carried her into the bathroom, careful y easing her through the doorway, she saw that he had indeed run the steaming bubble bath that she had joked about needing after they had disentangled. He’d even lit the aromatherapy candle that stood in a glass jar at one corner of the bath.

Stewart paused on the bath mat, and cocked his head on one side. “Ready?”

Hol y chuckled, meshing her fingers behind his head, suddenly wanting to stay in his arms instead of being lowered into the water, as he had informed her he intended to do. With the utmost care he eased her into the warm water, keeping his arms around her, one at the back of her shoulders, the other under her knees.

Slowly submerged into the warm, frothy bath, she dissolved anew. She expected him to let the water take her, but he stayed in position until she straightened her legs and rested her hands on the sides of the bath. Only then did he loosen his grip. Lowering to his knees beside the bath, he began to lap the warm water over her upper body.

Scrutinising every inch of her body, he pushed the warm water over her skin, making her hum with pleasure. “This is such a treat.”

“You’re the treat,” he responded. His gaze travel ed the length of her through the water and he cleared the bubbles here and there with his hand as if to see her better.

“Comfy,” he asked.

When she nodded, he reached for the big chunky sponge that she kept beside the bath. Soaping it up, he made ready to use it.

“Isn’t this spoiling me a bit too much?”

“No.” He moved the sudsy sponge over her skin, taking his time.

Hol y felt cherished, and she had never seen him quite so serious before. She gripped the sides of the bath tighter, breathless as he paid such close attention to her.

A moment later Joshua joined them and the tiny bathroom was fil ed with testosterone and energy. He’d kept his jockey shorts on, but lost his jeans.

He had a bottle of water in one hand, and three tumblers of whisky in the other. He put the glasses down on the corner of the bath.

“Wel done, you found it.”

“It was either that or some dubious looking Irish liqueur. Did I do the right thing?” He opened the water bottle and drank heavily from it before putting it aside, then grinned

“Whisky sounds good,” Stewart responded and lifted two of the tumblers. He nosed the glass. “Scottish malt?”

She nodded.

“You have such good taste.”

“I know,” she responded, and lifted her eyebrows at him.

He handed her one of the tumblers. Hol y cradled it between her hands, breathing in the single malt and al owing herself to revel in the absolute decadence of lounging in the bath sipping whisky, while the two men she’d just made love with watched on.

She looked at Joshua over her glass. “I gather you don’t like Irish liqueur.”

“I expressed that much emotion about it?” Amused irony came across in his tone.

She chuckled. “Yes, extreme distaste.”

He stared at her, stil knocked sideways by the fact that she could read his responses so accurately. “Wil it always be like this?”

“I don’t know. My sister—the older one, Monica—she suggested it might be tied in to your injury, and when you’re completely healed the connection wil fade.”

“Not much healing left to do,” he said.

“So it seems.” They looked at each other, silently addressing the implications. They might be tied together this way forever.

“I say we enjoy it while it lasts.” Stewart lapped the warm water over her bared breasts again. Mischief shone in his eyes as he looked at her. “Is he jealous that I’m doing this and he isn’t?”

“No, he’s enjoying watching.” She glanced at Joshua, who had leaned up against the tiled wal . The way he stood there in his boxer shorts with his feet widely spaced, observing her with those dark chocolate eyes of his, made a shiver run through her, even though she was hot. “The only time I got jealousy from Joshua was when you discussed the fact I came to see you at the gym.”

Stewart gave a low laugh. He turned to Joshua. “Maybe you’re a bit psychic as wel , because it was an interesting meeting.”

“Don’t,” Hol y said, nudging his hand.

“What happened?” Joshua asked.

“We talked. Stewart made me expose my boob to him in his office. That’s al there was to it.”

Joshua’s eyebrows lifted as he looked at Stewart. “I see why you were so keen to get me over here tonight.”

Hol y wondered if he felt left out, but it was curiosity more than resentment that he experienced.

Stewart seemed intent on pushing things forward. Running his hand under the water, he rested his fingers against her pussy, paddling there. “What was it you enjoyed most about seeing into our private moments?”

When Hol y didn’t respond, he eased one finger into the groove of her sex, rubbing over the nub of her clitoris. “Go on, spil .”

“Oh, wel …” Her eyelids lowered. She could barely speak because his touch was so firm and direct and her flesh was extremely sensitive from earlier.

When she paused he pul ed his finger away and gave her a chastising stare.

She moaned. “Al of it…it’s so intense.”

“The first time you masturbated?” He stroked his finger back and forth. “What were we doing then?”

“It was the way you handled him, when you stood behind him. Like the way you did with me, just now. You made him put his hands to the wal , as if you were searching him. That was so hot.” She rol ed her eyes.

Joshua swore under his breath. Bolts of pure animal lust emanated from the spot where he stood.

“You liked that?” Stewart observed her for a moment longer then reached for her hand and drew it down to where his had been. “Touch yourself,” he instructed, “masturbate like you would if you were seeing us having sex.”

That commanding air had returned and it made her shiver in anticipation. When she did as instructed and squeezed her pussy in her cupped hand, he rose to his feet. He was completely naked and unashamed. His cock was long and hard and rising up before her eyes.

He lifted his tumbler of whisky and swal owed in one go, then he turned his attentions to Joshua. “You heard the lady. She likes to touch herself while she sees us together.”

As he approached Joshua, he wrapped his hand around his erection, massaging it lazily.

Joshua cocked his head back, uncertain of his lover’s meaning. Then it dawned on him, and Hol y felt it affect him the exact split-second he did. He looked across at her, and his eyes blazed with intensity as he watched her thumbing her clit under the water.

Would they real y do it for her? Hol y’s lips parted with anticipation.

Stewart took the glass from his hand and put it on a nearby shelf. When he rested his hand on Joshua’s hip, Joshua turned to face the wal , putting his hands flat to it. Hol y let her gaze drift down over the lean, hard strength of his back. Then Stewart stepped in and pushed Joshua’s jockey shorts to the floor.

His cock was hard and upright, as if the very suggestion of doing it while she watched had affected him drastical y.

Stewart ran his hands over Josh’s shoulders and down his back, circuiting his hips before taking Joshua’s cock in his hands. “For your information, Hol y, he likes this.” He jerked his hand up and down, and Joshua’s head went back, his eyes closing. “And this is what he finds hard.” He took his hand away. “No touchy,” he added, turning his attention to Joshua’s tight buttocks.

Hol y laughed softly. She could scarcely believe it. She was lying in her bath masturbating, with a glass of whisky in the other hand, while they were giving her a real live demonstration. “My bathroom wil never be the same,” she murmured, dizzy with the decadence of the moment.

Joshua had moved his feet wider.

“Condom,” Stewart whispered, and was about to turn away.

“Bathroom cabinet,” Hol y interrupted.

“Perfect.” He flashed her a smile as he opened the mirrored door. A few moments later he found condoms and the lube she’d bought to use with the vibrator.

Mesmerised, her sex rippling with pleasure, she watched as he rol ed on a condom then doused it in lube.

“Are you hard?” He asked the question with his mouth close against Joshua’s ear.

Joshua’s cock bounced. “Yes.”

“Would you like to be jerked off?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You might get lucky, then again…” He inserted the head of his cock between Joshua’s buttocks—just the head.

Hol y burned up, because she knew how crazy that’d made her feel. As if that wasn’t enough, the urgent need rising in Joshua fil ed the bathroom, the erotic tension ratcheting by the moment. She saw his buttocks tighten, saw him rise up on his toes as if he was trying to push things forward. His fingers was splayed against the wal tiles, his eyes flitting to her now and again, before turning away when it was too much of a hot thing to see her watching, touching herself as she did.

Stewart pushed just a little bit, then paused.

Joshua lifted one hand from the wal and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of it, before returning it to the wal . His cock bobbed, the head dark with blood and damp. Hol y remembered how it had felt in her mouth. She stil had the taste of him there. How desperate would he get, she wondered, if he was unable to touch himself, while Stewart took him in the rear?

I think I’m about to find out.

Stewart’s hands parted Joshua’s buttocks, and he pressed again, as if requesting entry. Joshua’s lean back arched, and she saw him move, just enough, pressing back.

“Oh, fuck,” he blurted as he opened to Stewart. His head lowered, his face barely visible to her as he stared down at his straining cock.

Hol y moved to a sitting position and drew her knees to her chin. She continued to work herself, two fingers thrusting in and out of her open sex. But the view was so spectacular that she wanted to remember every detail, every part of it—from the urgent need in Joshua’s face as he looked down at his straining member, to the tension in Stewart, who was gripping his lover’s shoulders as he stood his ground, holding back, resisting the urge to plunge deeper until Joshua was ready.

Josh lifted his head. As if that was the signal, Stewart eased deeper.

“Fuck,” Joshua moaned. “Touch me,” he begged.

Stewart smiled. “I am touching you. I’m jerking you off from the inside.” With that he drew back then eased in again, deeper stil .

Once again Josh removed his hand, wiped his forehead.

Stewart locked his hands on Joshua’s hips, control ing him. “Keep those hands on the wal where I can see them.”

Again Josh panted loudly.

Hol y’s sex crushed her fingers on each thrust. Then she imagined what it would be like to be kneeling, to have Josh inside her while he felt this much stimulation.

Stewart’s fingers were perilously close to that straining erection. Joshua wanted that hard grip so that he could lose himself. But Stewart used that grip to anchor them both. Hol y saw that he almost eased the ful -length of his shaft in and out, each time. His movements were smooth, careful and deliberate.

“Think you can make it?” Stewart gritted his teeth.

She had the feeling he was about to come.

“I don’t know,” Joshua blurted, one hand turning into a fist against the wal tiles.

“Here, let me help you,” Stewart said. “Look at Hol y, look how you are affecting her.”

Joshua’s face turned towards her.

Acting on it, she latched one foot over the edge of the bath and laid back, pushing her pussy up in the water so that he could see her fingers moving.

Stewart nodded in her direction and she saw the absolute control in his expression. He could come any second.

Then Joshua made a sound, a garbled cry.

Stewart had pushed deep, his body ramrod straight and jerking.

Joshua’s whole body shuddered, and he ejaculated. Hol y rubbed her clit with her thumb, legs thrashing in the water as she pushed her tender flesh, desperate for relief because of what she’d seen, and final y broke free.

Her eyes closed, and when they opened she saw that Stewart had pul ed free and that Joshua had turned and kissed his mouth, Stewart’s head held in his hands. It was the perfect seal on what had gone before, because Joshua had loved every moment of his enforced restraint.

Even though it turned her on and she’d wanted to see it more than anything in the world, it reminded her of something. They were together. They were the couple. She was the outsider floating in the bath, watching from afar.

* * * *

The fol owing morning Hol y returned from the bathroom and paused in the doorway of her bedroom. Stewart and Joshua were in her double bed, naked and sleeping. There was a dent at Stewart’s side where she had extracted herself moments before. She smiled to herself as she thought about al the times she’d been driven mad by them, alone in that bed, and now they were in it. It wasn’t anything she ever thought she would see, and yet they looked so comfortable it was a shame to wake them.