12 #4
He participated with an unhurried, generous patience, letting the women take the lead.
His massive cock was hard against her thigh, and he made no move to do anything about it, like his own want was the least urgent thing in the room.
Darcy reached back occasionally to wrap her fingers around his thick shaft, giving it a few firm, possessive strokes.
It was as if she was making sure it was still there while keeping him seamlessly tethered to everything they were doing.
"Look at her," Darcy murmured, her voice thick and low as she looked up at Whit.
Whit leaned down, his broad chest pressing against Darcy’s back as he reached over her to lay a heavy, warm hand over Leah’s stomach.
His fingers splayed wide, covering her from hip to hip, while his other hand slid beneath her thigh to pull her closer.
Above Leah, Whit and Darcy met in a deep, slow kiss.
Their tongues slid together with a familiar, effortless heat that Leah usually only heard through the wall.
Watching them kiss above her, while their hands worked in tandem over her body, sent a wave of liquid heat straight to Leah’s core.
She was entirely surrounded. Some small, stunned part of her was still keeping score — his mouth, then Darcy's, then his — like she needed proof this was actually happening to her and not something she'd built out of six weeks of listening through a wall.
Darcy’s lips trailed down from Whit’s mouth to Leah’s neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin right where Leah’s collarbone met her throat, while Whit’s heavy thumb began to trace slow, deliberate circles over her clit.
"Darcy..." Leah gasped, her hips lifting instinctively against Whit’s hand.
"I've got you," Darcy whispered against her skin, her fingers tangling with Leah’s on the mattress. "We both do."
It was almost too much to process; the sheer volume of sensation, the weight of Whit’s hand, the scent of Darcy’s skin, the visual of two stunning people coordinating their focus entirely around her pleasure.
Leah had spent six weeks feeling like a guest making herself small in the corners of their apartment, and now she was the absolute center of their universe.
The contrast was dizzying. She felt completely, undeniably spoiled, her mind surrendering to the overwhelming pulse of their hands and mouths working together.
Whit’s stroke on her clit quickened, his rhythm firm and precise, while Darcy slid lower, her tongue dragging a wet, hot line down Leah’s ribcage toward her inner thigh.
"We made her so wet," Whit noted, his voice a low rumble near Leah’s ear that vibrated straight through her.
"I know," Darcy breathed, looking up at him before burying her face between Leah’s thighs. "She’s perfect."
“I want you,” Whit told Darcy.
“And I want you. But it’s time you put that tongue and hands to work after what we did to you in the living room,” Darcy teased.
She rolled onto her back and spread her thighs wide.
Whit climbed between them and lowered his mouth straight to her pussy.
His tongue dragged through her folds in one long stroke before he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked.
Two thick fingers pushed into Leah’s pussy at the same time, working in slow, steady thrusts while he ate Darcy.
Leah watched, breathing hard. Whit’s tongue flicked and circled, then he pulled back and switched, dragging the flat of his tongue over Leah’s slit instead.
He licked her with the same hungry pressure he had given Darcy, fingers never leaving Leah’s soaked hole.
A moment later he returned to Darcy, sucking her clit again before sliding his tongue lower to fuck it inside her.
Leah felt completely spoiled. Every few strokes Whit changed targets, licking one woman then the other, keeping both of them wet and throbbing.
Leah locked eyes with Darcy across the bed.
Darcy’s mouth was open, her cheeks flushed, and the look they shared made Leah’s pussy clench around Whit’s fingers.
Darcy’s hips started to rock harder. Whit focused on her, tongue working fast over her clit while his fingers stayed buried in Leah.
Leah leaned in and kissed Darcy deeply, then moved down to suck one of Darcy’s nipples into her mouth.
She pulled hard, teeth grazing the stiff peak, and Darcy moaned loud.
Whit kept licking. Darcy’s thighs trembled. Leah sucked the other nipple, swirling her tongue, and Darcy’s hand came up to grip Leah’s hair. Whit sucked Darcy’s clit between his lips and flicked it rapidly with his tongue until Darcy cried out and came, hips jerking against his face.
Darcy caught her breath and leaned close to Leah’s ear. “I want to see you take Whit’s big cock,” she whispered. Whit reached for the nightstand, tore open a condom, and rolled it down his thick shaft.
Darcy gave Leah’s pussy a few more slow licks, tasting how slick and open she had become. Whit shifted forward between Leah’s spread thighs, gripping the base of his cock as he lined up. Leah and Darcy kept their eyes locked while he pushed the thick head against her entrance and eased inside.
Leah’s breath caught as her walls stretched around him. The pressure was intense, but she stayed still, letting him sink deeper. Darcy stayed right beside her, lips brushing Leah’s ear. “You’re so beautiful. Just relax. You’ll love it once you adjust.”
Leah nodded, jaw tight at first. Whit moved slowly, feeding her inch after inch until his hips met hers and he was buried to the hilt. Leah exhaled hard, feeling completely filled, her cunt pulsing around the heavy stretch.
Whit held there, letting her adjust. Darcy stroked Leah’s hair and kissed her temple, still watching her face.
Leah’s hips gave a small, testing roll, and a low sound escaped her throat as the sensation shifted from pressure to heat.
Whit stayed deep, his cock throbbing inside her while Darcy’s fingers traced soothing circles over Leah’s stomach.
Whit took his time, fucking Leah slowly but steadily. He leaned down to suck one nipple, and Darcy feasted on the other. The couple then kissed each other and Whit thrust slowly into Leah.
Whit kissed Leah’s lips and somehow pushed even deeper, grinding his pubic bone against her clit.
It was intense, in the best way. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this good during sex.
Was it his magnificent cock, the attention and foreplay, or the presence of her best friend and the situation? Probably all three.
Leah gently pushed Whit off her. Whit's hand went still on her hip. “Hey…” Darcy started to sit up, but Leah wordlessly flipped onto all fours, rubbing her own clit with her fingers. Whit grabbed her hips and slid back in. He was hitting her just right.
Leah was vaguely aware of Darcy stroking her back, kissing Whit, telling Leah she was beautiful and telling Whit how hot he looked.
But mostly Leah focused on the perfect cock deep inside her.
Her second orgasm hit harder than the first, her whole body clamping down around him, a sound tearing out of her she didn't recognize as her own.
Whit gave her a moment and then slid out, shed the condom, and was inside Darcy in the same position a moment later, the two of them side by side, face down, ass up, smiling at each other like this was a private joke.
Leah stayed where she'd landed, loose-limbed and warm, and watched with the satisfaction of having already gotten hers.
She was just done, content to let her eyes follow the line of Darcy's back and the rhythm Whit set without needing anything more from either of them.
Whit was rougher with Darcy than he'd been with her, deep and demanding, and Leah watched her best friend's face go slack and open in a way she'd only ever heard through a wall, and felt something settle in her chest that was pure joy for her friends.