The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes (31 page)

“She’s going to come,” Alex said. “Lick her faster.”

Douglas’ tongue licked along my wet opening while Alex stroked my clitoris with his fingertips. I clutched at Douglas’ hair and tightened my thighs around his bent head. Every muscle in my body went taut, my damp skin feeling hypersensitive in my arousal. Then Douglas sucked my clit – and Alex’s finger – into his mouth and I came.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped, nearly sliding off the seat as my orgasm slammed into me. “Oh God!”

“You naughty little girl. Come hard for us,” Alex whispered in my ear. “Come on his tongue. Show us what a very bad girl you are.”

I rode wave after wave of orgasm as Douglas nursed gently at my throbbing clit. Alex rubbed his wet fingertip over my nipple and sucked it into his mouth again, his soft moan telling me just how much he was enjoying the experience. When I gently nudged Douglas away from my sensitive clit, his mouth shiny with my wetness. He grinned and licked his lips. “Delicious.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling a little light-headed.

Alex squeezed my pussy again.

“So juicy. I don’t think you’re done.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so either.”

Douglas moved my legs off his shoulders and shifted on to the bench seat beside me. Now, Alex and Douglas sat on either side of me while our silent observer sat across from us. If Neil felt left out of our debauchery, he didn’t show it. He smiled, sipping his beer and looking from my face to my still spread legs.

I took a steadying breath, my pulse still throbbing. “This is turning out to be quite a bachelorette party.”

“If you were a guy, we would be at a strip club right now buying you lap dances from pretty girls pretending to get off,” Alex said.

“Pretty girls stripping for me.” I contemplated that for a moment. “That wouldn’t have been so bad. But sexy boys stripping and getting off for me would be infinitely more fun, I think.”

For the first time – perhaps ever – I think I shocked them. Alex and Douglas went very still on either side of me. Neil glanced through the tinted window at the darkness racing by. I giggled at their sudden incongruous modesty.

“C’mon, you have seen each other naked at the gym countless times,” I said. “What’s the big deal about getting naked for me?”

There was a lot of throat clearing and looking anywhere but at me, while I shook my head in feminine disgust. Men who thought nothing of revealing the naughtiest, kinkiest details of their sex lives, not to mention watching me expose myself and writhe in pleasure in front of them, were suddenly shy schoolboys when it came to stripping down in front of each other.

Alex was the first to break the awkward silence. “Naked and, er –
naked
– are two different things.” He gestured towards his lap where his erection made an impressive tent. “I wouldn’t want to intimidate these guys, after all.”

“Yeah, right,” Douglas snorted. “That’s the reason I don’t want to strip in front of you – I’m intimidated by your enormous dick.”

“Mmm,” I murmured, running one fingertip along the hard ridge of flesh in Alex’s pants. “Enormous dick. I vaguely remember . . .”

Alex snorted. “Vaguely? I’d think it would be etched in your memory.”

While the three of us were joking around, Neil watched and kept silent. I studied him as Alex and Douglas continued to trade barbs about the size of their equipment. Though his body appeared relaxed, with his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms across the back of the seat, he was staring at me hungrily. I liked the way he looked at me, as if I were the only thing that could satisfy him. It reminded me of Simon.

“You’re awfully quiet,” I said. “What do you think, Neil?”

He shrugged. “It’s your party, babe. If you want me to get naked and jerk off, I’ll get naked and jerk off.”

Suddenly, I lost all interest in Alex and Douglas. They were familiar, predictable. Men’s men. Or boys’ boys. They’d goad each other into doing something neither of them would willingly do on his own. On the other hand, Neil – whom I had always assumed to be the more prudish of the three – was willing to do whatever I wanted without coaxing or bribery. I loved it.

“That would be . . . delicious,” I said, searching for just the right word. “You’d do that for me?”

Neil nodded solemnly. “If that’s what you want.”

“I guess Neil is the only one who wants to make me happy,” I teased.

Douglas and Alex were quiet, sitting on either side of me like silent bodyguards. I could almost feel the tension in the confined space as they contemplated what Neil was agreeing to do – and what they didn’t want to do. Neither wanted to back down, especially when they thought they had the upper hand over Neil, who had missed out on the fun thus far. Their desire for whatever kinky games might transpire once they were naked was still outweighed by their heterosexual drive to be the only man in play.

While they considered their options, Neil made the first move. If he was embarrassed to strip down while the three of us watched, he didn’t show it. He only had eyes for me as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. While there is a certain pleasure in watching a man undress, I found myself anxious for him to hurry. I had never seen him naked before. I had never even kissed him, much less touched his bare chest. Suddenly, I was sure the look in his eyes was mirrored in my own. Desire. Need. A pull so strong it was almost physical. I wanted him. And since this was the only time I would ever have him, I wanted to take my time enjoying him.

Part of me felt guilty for ignoring Alex and Douglas as Neil stripped off his shirt to reveal a lean torso and finely sculpted muscles. These two men had been my friends and play partners in the past and there was no reason to exclude them now, even if my attention would be focused on Neil. Of course, it really depended on whether they would participate, but I fully intended to give them the chance.

“Well, boys, what about you?” I asked them, resting a hand over each of their crotches. Their arousal turned me on almost as much as Neil arching up off the seat to tug off his trousers.

“What about us?” Douglas asked, sounding almost offended, even as his cock twitched beneath my gentle stroking.

“Neil isn’t the only one who is going to get naked, is he?”

At that moment, Neil stripped off his confining boxer briefs, revealing a thick, heavily veined cock. He sat back down, his hand curling around his erection as he looked at me for instruction.

“That depends,” Alex said, his voice thick with lust. “What’s in it for us?”

I laughed. “Like the man said, it’s my party,
babe.
You’ll just have to get naked and find out.”

Then there were two more men undressing in the limo as it headed for Las Vegas. I felt drunk on more than champagne as I watched them reveal themselves for my pleasure. I was dizzy trying to look from one to the other, watching as Douglas stripped off his shirt and exposed that muscular torso I had once rubbed against until I had a very wet orgasm. Then I was staring at Alex as he unfastened his pants, revealing the fabric of his underwear stretched tautly over his erection.

“I guess we know who the
bigger
man really is,” Alex conceded, glancing at Neil. It was true – even without a measuring tape it looked as if Neil had a couple of inches on both of them. Not that it mattered to me, but I was excited to know they were looking at each other too.

I stroked Alex’s cock through his pants. “It’s not the size of the ship—”

“—it’s the motion of the ocean,” he finished with a grin. “I remember rocking the waves pretty hard a time or two.”

“Oh yeah,” I breathed as he lowered his mouth over mine.

We kissed hungrily, tongues tasting of beer and champagne. I freed him of his pants and squeezed his cock until he moaned into my mouth. He returned the favour by fondling my breasts, tweaking my nipples hard just the way I liked.

“Hey, what about me?”

Eyes closed, I shifted to kiss Douglas. The taste and texture of him was different from Alex – rougher, more nipping of teeth than caressing of tongues. Alex continued to pinch and squeeze my nipples as I used my other hand to play with Douglas’ erection. A cock in each hand, my breasts being played with while I kissed each in turn – I felt like my senses were being overloaded. I couldn’t find a rhythm because each man’s attention was different. Alex was slow and languid; Douglas was quick and intense. I was caught between their desires, my own building to an almost painful need. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, my pussy sadly neglected.

I remembered Neil and pulled my mouth away from Douglas to look at him. He was angled in the corner, one leg stretched out along the seat, the other bent at the knee. He fisted his heavy cock as he watched us, a thoughtful smirk on his face. I wondered what he was thinking as he made long, slow strokes up the length of his erection. I not only wanted his body, I wanted inside his head.

“Let me know when you’re ready for me,” he said, when he saw the direction of my gaze.

Those few words were enough to make me whimper in need. I watched Neil while I continued to play with the two cocks on either side of me. I mimicked his strokes, feeling some strange pull towards him that I had never had – or never admitted to – before. While Douglas and Alex made guttural sounds of pleasure, Neil remained silent, that enigmatic smile in place as he showed me how he pleasured himself.

“I want you,” I whispered. “Now.”

Everything changed between us with that proclamation.

Neil’s smile was pure satisfaction, as if he had already gotten the sexual release he craved. “Anything the lady wants.”

“What about us?” Alex asked, closing his hand around mine as I stroked him.

“I want Neil.”

Douglas whispered hoarsely, “Just don’t stop touching me.”

Neil followed Douglas’ lead from earlier, slipping to his knees in front of me. I spread my legs, offering myself like a gift. He dipped his head between my thighs and licked me – softer than Douglas, like he was licking foam from a latte. I sighed, shifting forwards on the seat to give him full access. I could feel wetness trickling between the cheeks of my bottom and I was sure I was leaving a puddle on the limo upholstery, but I didn’t care.

I spread my legs over Alex and Douglas’ legs. Each of them put a hand high on my thigh, as if framing my pussy for Neil’s pleasure. I met the bemused gaze of the driver in the rear-view mirror and winked at him before closing my eyes and giving myself over to the pleasure of Neil’s slow, infuriating licks. He nibbled my labia, sucking each plump lip into his mouth before circling my clit with the tip of this tongue. When I didn’t think I could bear the teasing any longer, he took my swollen clit between his lips and sucked it.

I gasped, whimpering, “Oh, I can’t take any more! It’s too much!”

He ignored me and continued sucking, as if intent on drawing every sound and sensation he could from my body. I reflexively tried to close my legs, but Alex and Douglas held me open, spread for Neil’s enjoyment. I still held their cocks in my hands, squeezing and stroking them in rhythm to my own pleasure. I squirmed, aroused beyond measure at the feeling of helplessness and the overwhelming pleasure that seemed to border on pain. I knew I could end it at any moment, but though it was almost too much to take, I didn’t want it to end. I never wanted it to end.

Just as I felt the first tremors of orgasm low in my belly, Neil pulled away.

“No,” I gasped. “Please!”

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said simply. “But I don’t have a condom.”

“No problem, dude,” Alex said, fumbling with his discarded trousers. “Here.”

Neil took the proffered square with a grin. “Always prepared.”

Alex breathed in sharply as I ran my thumb over the glistening tip of his cock. “Yeah, but I thought I was the one who would be using it.”

The rip of the condom packet made my pussy ripple. “Hurry,” I said. “I need you.”

“I need you, too,” Neil said, and then he was inside me.

From feeling open and vulnerable, I was suddenly, almost impossibly, full. I took a deep, steadying breath as Neil slowly pushed inside my wetness. He stared into my eyes and the intimacy was too much. I tilted my head back against the seat and closed my eyes, whimpering when his cock was fully inside me.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “Watch me fuck you.”

The tone of his voice demanded immediate compliance. I jerked my head up, staring first into his hard, almost unfamiliar face, then looking down to where we were joined, his olive skin looking so much darker against my paleness.

“That is so fucking hot,” Douglas said softly.

I looked at him and saw that he, too, was staring between my legs and watching Neil fuck me. A quick glance on the other side confirmed that Alex was equally mesmerized by the scene before him. My orgasm had subsided enough for me to regain something of my control and I began to slowly stroke the men on either side of me in time to Neil’s strokes. I was fleetingly reminded of a horse and jockey, both moving in tandem, joined in a powerful race to the finish.

Neil gripped my ass, pulling me down hard on his cock even while Alex and Douglas still held my legs open. “So fucking tight,” he growled.

I moaned, that pain-out-of-pleasure sensation cutting through me like a dangerously sharp knife. I kept my eyes on Neil, letting him see what he was doing to me. He fucked me in long, deep strokes, withdrawing his cock until the head was just inside my opening before slamming inside me again. Every motion brought a moan to my lips and a plea for more. My skin was damp with sweat and I felt dizzy from the heat of our bodies moving together.

“Come on my cock,” he demanded. “I won’t come until you do.”

I felt as if a knot of tension unwound low in my belly. I undulated against him, rocking my hips for my own pleasure, squeezing and stroking Alex and Douglas as if they were extensions of my body. I felt wetness on my hands, but I didn’t know if they had come or if it was sweat. I didn’t care. They would tell me to stop when they were ready, but none of us was ready for it to end. Not yet. Not quite yet.