Chapter 10
Ten
August
The logistics of this encounter don’t require a long discussion, mainly because, frankly, there is no losing.
Lacey’s mouth or Wells’? His ass or mine? Her tight, desperate little cunt?
All of it sounds fucking incredible to me, but I get the sense that Wells and I are eager to put Lacey through her paces. The pretty blonde has had both of us hung up on her for a long time, and she’s the person who brought us all together for what is turning out to be a very memorable Christmas.
The blonde in question watches us through round eyes, her full lips parted slightly and tits heaving as Wells walks her back toward the bed, his calloused hands circling her bare waist.
It’s been over a decade since this man and I last fucked, but leopards don’t tend to change their spots, and I know Wells gets off on being the man in control. Fine by me.
My cock throbs as his self-control seems to lapse, and Wells leans down, slanting his lips over Lacey’s in a hungry kiss.
It should make me jealous, watching them sway on the spot, lost in each other, but the dark emotion never comes, and any semblance of being left out evaporates when they break apart.
Lacey looks past Wells and reaches out a slim hand for me to take. “You haven’t kissed me yet, Doctor Vogel,” she says coyly, her eyes sparkling in the light of the fire.
A low laugh issues from deep in my chest as I step toward them, welcomed into their lusty little bubble without hesitation. Wells releases Lacey, stepping to the side so I can have a turn, and my cock gets even harder as I get my first taste of her.
Which also tastes of him.
“So sweet,” I murmur, lifting my hands to her bare tits.
Lacey lets out a breathy sigh, her fingers finding the hem of my T-shirt. “It’s kind of unfair I’m the only one naked right now.”
“An injustice we can correct,” I reply smoothly, and lift my arms, allowing her to remove the garment. We both look to Wells, who is watching us, his jaw tight.
I get the sense that the natural jealousy that comes from a situation like this is more difficult for him to dismiss than it is for me. “Come here.” I reach out, fisting his shirt in my hand, and drag his stiff form directly into me.
Kissing him is different than kissing Lacey, but I enjoy it no less. Where she is sweet and soft, Wells is hard and demanding. He kisses me like he’s punishing me, like he’s attracted to me against his better judgement, and I shouldn’t like it nearly as much as I do.
“Fuck,” he snarls as we break apart, glaring at me as I set about unbuttoning his flannel, keeping my eyes on his, half expecting to have my hands pushed away.
Wells doesn’t stop me, though, and when I push the material off his shoulders, Lacey sets to work on his belt. “You need to relax.” She giggles, kissing the hard planes of his chest, which is straining against the plain white T-shirt he was wearing underneath.
“I’ll relax when I’m coming down your throat. How’s that?”
I feel myself grin, watching as Lacey succeeds in pulling his belt free of its loops.
There’s a thick bulge in the front of his jeans, and she pauses to brush her hand over it, making him hiss.
“Maybe you’ll have to wait,” I muse, meeting Wells’ darkened gaze.
“Maybe I’d like to fuck her mouth first.”
Just as he gets off on being in control, I get off on pushing back.
In the corner of my eye, I see Lacey’s teeth catch her bottom lip at this discussion, her fingers fumbling with the button.
Wells grunts, glancing down at her, his chest heaving. “That’s it, honey. Take it out. ‘Atta girl.” He looks back to me. “Why don’t you quit fucking with me and help me fuck her instead, yeah?”
Yeah, I’m not going to pretend that doesn’t work for me.
Lacey gasps as Wells tugs his T-shirt over his head, and, seconds later, she manages to get his pants and boxers down, letting both of us see the massive fucking dick he’s been hiding.
“Intimidated?” I tease, landing a little spank on her ass.
Lacey lets out a shaky laugh. “I think I would be stupid not to be a little nervous. I’d forgotten…” Tentatively, she reaches out, wrapping her slim fingers around the base of Wells’ cock, squeezing gently.
He groans, and Lacey looks back at me over her shoulder, watching through wide pupils as I rid myself of my own pants, leaving the three of us naked together.
“Oh, come on,” Lacey giggles as her gaze catches on my dick, which is hardly less sizable than the monster Wells was blessed with. “Seriously? I was so sure I was remembering wrong.”
“Seriously,” Wells confirms, jerking his chin toward the bed. “Get over there. Both of you.”
“Condoms?” I pose, pausing all three of us in our tracks.
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 looks wild. 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’m aching, 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 my mind 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.”
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.”