Chapter 19
Silas
I've been watching Lucy out of the corner of my eye for the last half hour. Her cheeks are bright red and she keeps fanning herself with her t-shirt.
Noah and I got the TV console and our gaming equipment set up and we both found it remarkably easy to settle into work at their house. Though neither of us have said it outloud, I don't see either of us going home again, so I'm glad this is working out.
I'm having second thoughts about breaking down Mateo's office. We really need one. Noah and I spend a lot of time at the computer when we start a new project, and a proper set up at a desk really is easier than the couch. We could also turn each of our own bedrooms into a mini office, because if we kept Mateo's office that would mean… well, shit. It would mean I'd share a room with Noah. Which isn't that big of a deal. I've slept in the same bed as him plenty.
I shake my head, clearing the train of thoughts, but my eyes get drawn back to Lucy. Her being here is a distraction I'm not used to. I don't mind in the least, but as we test the levels for the final draft of the game we're getting ready to sell, Noah and I keep tripping up on our words, lost in the middle of a sentence when one of us is caught staring.
She's on the opposite side of the couch as us, her knees tucked up against her chest. She has her headphones in and she's on her phone, which surprised us both, though we assumed it had something to do with the visit from her friend.
But the look on Lucy's face doesn't tell me she's having an anxiety attack and panicking over social media content. Noah got up once to give her a kiss and she quickly hid her phone in her lap. And earlier, she offered to make us smoothies, which Noah gladly accepted on my behalf—traitor—but she flipped her phone upside down on the couch, tucking it under a cushion, and when she sat down again, she discreetly picked it back up.
I'm trying to focus on work but as I said, she's… distracting. It's not like I don't enjoy the view. I just can't take my eyes off it.
Lucy's cheeks blush, she bites her lip, her dark brows furrow tight. And it gets to a point where I can't take it anymore.
"Concentrate any harder over there and you might solve climate change."
"Huh?" She looks up.
"That might be the lamest thing you've ever said," Noah chuffs, without looking up from the screen. My, the tables have turned.
"Fuck you. I'm just saying. She looks busy. I mean, not that it matters. Lulu, you can do whatever you want. This is your house. I just mean, you look focused. In a good way. You can be busy on your phone. Obviously. What are you doing on there? I mean, you don't have to tell us. Or me. Since I'm the one asking."
Noah's mouth drops open and I shove him.
"What is wrong with you?" He stage-whispers.
I wince then look back at Lucy, but she's got a question on her face, fortunately, not paying me any attention.
She swallows, then points at the TV. "Can y'all take a quick break?"
Noah drops his controller first. Doesn't matter what she wants. She could be asking if we wouldn't mind unclogging a drain, and he'd say, Yes Lucy, whatever you need . She looks at me as I set the controller down.
"What's up, Lulu? Everything okay?"
"I'm sorry. I know y'all are working."
"We work for ourselves. We're not punching in. What is it, Lu? Anything."
She bites her lip, then hands me her phone. "Umm… Can we try this?"
Furrowing my brow, I take her phone, her wired headphones coming along with it. There's no sound but the video on the screen actually fucking shocks me. "You're watching porn ?"
I gape from the screen, to Lucy, then back to the screen. Noah, completely serious, takes the phone from me and rewinds the video.
Lucy fidgets nervously, coming to a stand in front of me, scratching one foot up her opposite leg. "I mean.. Kinda? I had questions. I wasn't sure… anyway, Portia sent it to me."
"Oh sure, blame your friend," I tease, grabbing her hand and pulling her down to the couch and into my lap. Noah moves closer to me, angling the video toward us. I can feel the heat of her embarrassment coming off in waves. I can't believe she got the guts to ask for this, though.
I fucking. Love. It.
I tug the headphones out of the socket and loud fake moaning fills the air around us. Lucy fidgets in my lap, my cock growing hard beneath her wiggling ass. I grip one hip to hold her in place but it doesn't help much.
"Oh you're so big! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me with that giant cock! Unnhhhnn!!!"
I reach over and silence the video. I hate that fake shit, no one sounds like that in real life. Well, I guess that's not true. But rarely does it follow decent sex.
There's no point in denying my cock is hard as a steel fucking rod right now. Lucy watches the video, biting her bottom lip, stiff in my lap. Noah has a passive expression on, watching with clinical indifference.
We let it play all the way through, and Noah asks Lucy questions as it plays. He's good like that. He's paying attention while I do my best not to blow my load. The woman on screen lays on her back at the edge of a bed while getting deep throat fucked by a massive cock, a second pounding into her pussy. Everyone on screen is white, waxed and buffed to perfection, a roll call for a generic threeway.
Noah turns the video off, then reaches out for Lucy's hand. She takes it and stands, but I can tell how shaky and nervous she is. He can too, though, so I'm not worried. Together, we'll take things real slow. I'd no intention of moving in and immediately expecting sex from Lucy so this is nothing but a nice surprise.
A nice, tantalizing, horny, juicy surprise.
Noah walks slowly, holding Lucy's hand, asking her how she felt about the positions and about her cock-sucking experience. He sounds like a fucking professor, and I carry on with my tongue dragging, distracted by the sway of her hips and ass, following them into her bedroom. Noah brings Lucy to sit at the edge of the bed then peeks in the bathroom. He's a sucker for aftercare. I swear it gets him harder than actual fucking does.
When he returns, he kneels down in front of Lucy in a non-threatening manner. The tent in his pants is obvious, I know he's wanting this as much as me, but he stays focused since she's clearly nervous.
"Umm… yeah, of course I've given a blow job. I'm sorry, this is weird. I shouldn't have asked—"
"No, no Lucy, don't feel uncomfortable. We don't even have to try anything. But if you're curious, we should talk about it. I only ask because she was face up in the bed. The way he fucks her throat is called deep throating. Do you know what that means?"
She fidgets beside me. "Of course I know what it means. I'm not stupid." She drops her head in her hands. "Ugh. This is so embarrassing. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap. Let's just forget—"
"Great, you know what deep throating is. Have you ever done it?"
Discomfort radiates off of her, but she replies, "No."
"Okay. How's your gag reflex?"
Lucy coughs, "It's okay. I've just given regular blow jobs, I've never had someone… you know, fuck my throat."
"Not even Matty?"
She looks at me and shakes her head. "Is that something he likes?"
I shrug, "I dunno. Maybe. He likes a little bit of everything. Mostly he's into anal."
Lucy snorts, "Yeah, I figured that out. He wants to try double penetration. I have a feeling it's the only reason he pulled you guys in when he did," she jokes. Noah looks at her concernedly but I shake my head once. She's joking, she doesn't honestly think that's the only reason, and Noah correcting her will only make her feel patronized. Again.
"Alright, Lulu. I wanna see you give a blow job before we do this."
Lucy grins, looking up at me as I stand beside her and Noah. She reaches out for my belt but I tut, "Not me." I point at Noah.
"What? Me?" he asks.
That's a weird reaction to getting a blow job. I shrug, "You're being too easy on her. Ima show her what to do so she feels confident doing it. Then we'll spit roast our sweet little Lulu, and afterward, we'll order some takeout. I'm craving Greek food again." Both Lucy and Noah look at me with twin expressions, but I gently kick Noah's knee.
Frowning, I tilt my head, about to ask if he's okay, but he just nods his head in agreement.
"Take your clothes off, Noah," I tell him. It's not the first time I've taken charge with him and a third, but it feels different this time. More charged. In the past, I was more of a director. There always needs to be someone who takes control. But right now I feel stronger. More dominant. The air feels pressurized with expectation and anticipation.
Especially when he obeys. Undoing his belt I watch Lucy while she watches him. He pulls his shirt off before dropping his pants, stepping out of his boxers and socks. His cock, longer but a little thinner than mine, swings up.
Noah's got more of a swimmer's build. Lean and fit. He takes good care of himself. With light, nearly pale skin and cool undertones, the happy trail of hair leading from his navel to his cock looks feathery and light, and just like last night in the cab I find myself staring, wondering how soft it is. I know he trims—we all do—but I've never really thought about how it might feel .
He and Lucy look good together, I think, when he leans down and kisses her. While she kisses him back, I tug at the hem of her pants. She lifts her ass off the bed and I undress her, and they separate only long enough for me to pull off her top and bra.
Naked, Noah pushes her back on the bed, kissing down her throat, sucking her dark nipples into his mouth. I get undressed while watching them. I have an inexplicable need to see Noah's cock impaling Lucy. I want to see him give her pleasure. Noah will think of only her needs before he allows his own to come forward. It's the same for me and Mateo, we're generous lovers, I can attest to that.
But Noah has a pathological need to see the people he loves feel good. He's even thoughtful of me, even when I'm balls deep in someone else. There's a question in his eyes, checking in with me, to see if I'm ready. Only then will he let himself go.
I want to see him let himself go.
Lucy's moaning and squirming in the bed while Noah sucks on her nipple, playing with the other with his fingers.
I take over, moving his fingers with my own, and together, we slide our touch down her torso to her pussy. Both our hands come to her sex, and like we planned it, he dips a finger inside her while I play with her clit.
Lucy cries out, tries to buck off the bed.
I want her panting and delirious with need, so we tease her, never quite giving enough pressure, speed or friction. But two different hands on her sex must be driving her wild. When she gets too close to coming, I smack Noah's hip, breaking the spell.
In unison, we pull her up to a seat, and she whimpers at the loss of touch, so I climb behind her and hold her close while Noah climbs off the bed.
He steps forward, so his cock is right in her face, and since I'm right there with her, I get a good facefull. I glance up at Noah and we catch eyes. He doesn't look uncomfortable. In fact, he looks ready fuck, looking back and forth between me and Lucy.
"You ready to take him, Lu?"
She nods abruptly and Noah takes his cock in his hand, pushing his pelvis forward.
"Open your lips, baby, let him push in."
She does as I say and I realize, I've never coached someone like this. The control is potent. It's like I'm taking care of both of them. It's fucking wild.
I wonder what she'd say if I told her we'd never really done anything like this before either, with me right there, guiding her through it, being this close to Noah, having his pleasure in my control.
Lucy bobs her head a few times while Noah holds back from thrusting his hips. I let her get a rhythm before I start instructing again.
"You look so pretty with him in your mouth, Lu. How does she feel, Noah? How's her mouth feel?"
"Un-fucking-real," he whispers, doing his best to keep his eyes open and on her. One hand gently caresses her cheek, like he can't help himself.
"When you push forward, Lucy, let your lips cover your teeth. And slip your tongue over your bottom teeth. That's it, just like that." I watch her make the adjustment, she has to pause and try again, but once she gets the rhythm down, she picks up speed again.
"Good job, Lu, you've got it. Use your tongue. Now pull away and lick it. Tease him a little." She does, holding his cock in her hand, licking up the length of it. "Slap your face with it. You want him all over you. You want to taste him. Smell him. Play with him. Good job, god you're such a good girl. Now put him back in your mouth and suck."
She does and I have the strongest urge to reach out and help. Would Noah be pissed? We've never done that before. I mean, it's not like I want to fuck him. I'm teaching Lucy.
His eyes are still hooded while he stares reverently down at Lucy. For teaching purposes, I reach out, with her cradled in my arms and grip the base of his dick.
I mean, it's just a dick. I've seen many. I've seen this one many times, too. Knowing how I like it done to me, I give it a squeeze and rotate my fist, and tell Lucy, "Sometimes it's good to use your hands. Like this."
She pulls back and releases with a pop. "God that is so fucking hot."
"Yeah?"
She turns to look at me, her face right in mine, and she nods, eyes half mast. "So. Fucking. Hot."
Then we both look up at Noah. I can't decipher the look he's giving me. I thought I knew all of his expressions. This one's new. So is me participating in his pleasure, though. "You good, bro?" I ask lightly, trying to tease.
He doesn't smile. He nods once, his voice full of gravel, and rasps, "Don't stop. Either of you."
Lucy takes her cue and wraps her lips around his cock again, sucking like I taught her. I grab her hand and fist him with it, and we hold his cock together, Noah grunting in satisfaction. With my other arm braced around Lucy, I push her closer to him. She takes him deeper, and I reach out and gently fondle his balls. Noah's knees nearly buckle.
"Noah, fuck her throat," I command.
Lucy tenses in my arms, but he's gentle at first, letting her adapt before picking up the pace. I can tell when he hits the back of her throat. She gags, but Noah keeps fucking her.
"Don't come yet," I tell him, though I wish we could drag this out all fucking day. Being with Lucy and Noah like this is… I don't know what the fuck it is, but somehow, it's the hottest moment of my life. I'm really into whatever's happening. Together, we bring Noah to the edge of the world.
Maybe that's what it is. Working with Lucy. I've always liked working with Noah when we partner up. We've had plenty of fourways, and I love sharing with both my friends, but Noah and I are just always in sync, no matter who we're with. So maybe that's all this is. Lucy's my new Noah, and we're working together to shatter him.
I know he's close, so I pull Lucy back. Both of them whine and moan, Lucy more than Noah which I find delightful. He knows I want him to calm down and hold off. Lucy's in a sex haze and just wants to touch and be touched. I kiss her ear, then say, "Are you ready to try again on me?"
She nods and spins in my lap, trying to take control.
"Ah ah ah, not like this. Noah, climb on the bed." He does as I say and we both maneuver Lucy so she's lying on the bed with her head tilted at the edge. "Don't make her wait," I tell him.
He's not paying any attention to me, already knuckle deep in her pussy. She cries out and I marvel at him finger fucking her, bringing her the fastest orgasm I've ever seen. He wastes no time, flattening his fingers and teasing her clit, and I swear it's only thirty seconds before she's coming.
"You have a safeword, Lulu?"
She looks up at me, upside down on the bed, barely coming down from her orgasm. I kneel down and wrap my hands around her neck, so I'm cradling her like a choker.
"Not yet," she rasps.
"Pick one. Something silly, that'll help break the tension. Nothing you'll accidentally yell out."
"Umm… how about Pineapple?"
I chuckle, then kiss her lips and squeeze her throat a little tighter. "Pineapple it is. If I'm in your throat and you can't say it, I want you to pinch and slap my thigh. I'll make sure you have your hands free. Okay?"
She nods, eyes closed, as Noah notches his cock then pushes into her pussy. She moans, so I give her cheek a little slap with my cock. "Lucy, acknowledge the rules."
"Yes. Pineapple. Or pinch or slap your thigh." She sounds drunk.
Holding my length in my hand, I watch Noah push in and out of her while she moans and takes it so well. Precum glistens the tip of my slit and I swear I could come just from watching them. Glancing down, Lucy opens her eyes wide, and stares up at me. Trusting and ready. It's a beautiful sight. Then she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, like she's thirsty and waiting for rain.
"It's not gonna be gentle, little Lucy. I'm gonna fuck your throat raw. Remember what I taught you, use your lips and tongue. Relax your throat." I push into her mouth and my knees nearly buckle. "Ohh, fuck, that's good, Lucy, just like that. Just like I showed you." She reaches up and grips the base, twisting her fist like I showed her on Noah. It's cute she thinks she'll be able to once I get going, but I let her have a moment to relax into it.
Her warm mouth is indescribable. Testing her gag reflex with shallow thrusts, she follows all my instructions, but I'm done teaching. Grabbing her hands, I push them down her torso.
"Play with your clit, sweet girl. I want you to relax and take it, let us fuck you. Let me bury my cock in your throat as deep as you can take it. I want to see the outline of it, I wanna watch you choke on it. That's it, baby. Take that dick like a good girl."
Noah and I catch eyes and there's a look of awe in his expression. I'm trying not to overthink how this all feels, how fucking perfect she is, how hard I'm falling. It's all too soon, too fast. And yet, I'm ready to move in.
I'm buried in her throat and I'm thinking about the rest of my life with her. Them.
My thrusts get deeper and faster and her tongue plays with my length with every thrust, but after a few minutes, she can't keep up. She gags, her face is getting red, so I ease off, but when she evens out, I pick up the pace again, fucking her hard and fast, finally as deep as I can go, hitting the back of her throat. Then she does something with her mouth, I don't know if she's even aware of it, but it's like her whole column sucks and swallows and my cock is pulled in a vacuum of friction.
When she hollows out her cheeks, I thrust faster, changing the pace and I'm getting so close. And even though I told her to relax, she reaches up and plays with my balls and I'm fucking done.
Pressure slowly builds, my muscles tensing. Noah sees it coming, so he focuses on her clit, angling his hips upward to intensify the sensation and the moment I pull out of Lucy's mouth she starts screaming as she comes.
I take my cock in my hand and whip my length fast and tight, a rush of ecstasy snaking down my spine, shooting out of my cock. Noah pulls out and jerks off onto her stomach with me and we're both spending our come all over her. My knees shake, the orgasm intense, heightened by the entire experience. Lucy reaches up and touches my balls again and while it's almost painful, it zaps something inside of me and I cry out.
"Ahh! Oh fuck oh fuck!" Another spurt bursts out of me and my entire body is shaking. I slap her face with my dick, still coming, and it spills over her tongue.
And then it's over. And it's quiet.
I'm panting. I'm the only one panting? I can't tell. It's all I can hear because it's loud. Catching my breath, I watch Noah collapse beside Lucy, pulling her close, spooning her melted form. He's lost to her for the moment so I turn and head into the bathroom.
I know what they'd both like, so I turn on the bathtub and run the water. Digging around in her things I find a nice bath oil and pour some in. While the water runs, I hop in the shower and rinse off. Not because I need to but because if I don't, I'll fall asleep in a pile of Lucy, Noah and come, and I want to be the one who handles aftercare for once. It's usually Mateo or Noah. Not because I can't or don't want to. But I've never felt the urge .
I have a driving need for it right now.
I don't analyze it. I'm not analyzing shit, not after groping my best friend. Fuck, what was I thinking?
The shower helps, and when I come out, the tub is half full. I get dressed and lean down to kiss Lucy's forehead. My come on her lips is gone and I can't help but hope Noah's the one that kissed it away.
"Mmm… Silas. Come lie down with us."
Noah looks up, giving me a small smile. I don't know what to say. At least he doesn't look pissed, he's too blissed out.
"I ran a bath. I'll go order some food for us."
"Greek," Noah calls out. I exit the bedroom, just as he's picking her up off the bed. Noah will take care of Lucy. Now I need to take care of… both of them, I guess.
It's cool. I've got this. I'm totally in control.