Three For All

by Elia Winters

  Patrick’s kisses muffled Lori’s cries as Geoff returned to her clit. He licked it, trying to circle it the way he’d done with his fingers, and then sucked it directly into his mouth. It was intuitive; her body responded to each motion, guiding him. She twitched and thrust against his face. She was holding Patrick’s hand with one of hers, so Geoff reached up to take her other hand, gripping it as he focused his attention right where she wanted it. She clung to him like a lifeline. He caught his breath and dipped his tongue lower, into her pussy, her tangy taste like heaven on his tongue. His erection was bordering on painful, so he reached down into his boxers with his free hand to give himself a few gentle strokes for some relief.

  “My clit,” Lori said, voice muffled and strung out, like a plea. “Please, suck on my clit.”

  How could he deny her anything, when she sounded like that?

  He teased her first, licking the tiny bud once, twice, three times, and then pulled it between his lips and sucked. Her hand twitched in his, hips starting to shift on the bed, and this time, he wasn’t going to stop. He was going to make her come in his mouth. He looked up the length of her body as Patrick took her nipple into his mouth again, and her cries rang out unmuffled—keening, desperate noises that drove him to distraction. He could focus on a task when it mattered, though, and he gave all his attention to the sweet, throbbing button of her clit until finally, finally, she squeezed his head between her thighs and came beneath his tongue with a loud, broken cry.

  Her orgasm went on forever. He didn’t stop, even as her fingernails dug into the back of his hand, even as she thrust against his face. Her pleasure ran through him like a current, a direct line to his cock.

  “Geoff, please…” she cried, and finally got out the word, “Please, enough!”

  Geoff released Lori’s clit, and her legs dropped, her body sagging, wobbly and weak. He caught his breath and sat up, face wet, dizzy with his own neglected arousal and lack of air. Patrick was looking at him like he’d seen the face of god, and before he could do much else, Patrick was dragging Geoff up the bed to kiss him on the mouth.

  “That was incredible,” Patrick murmured.

  Then it was Lori’s turn to kiss Geoff, tugging him down to her. “Are you sure,” she breathed when he at last pulled away, “that you’ve never done that before?”

  Geoff smiled. “Swear to god.”

  “You are a natural.” She let her head flop back again. “I’m gonna need a minute.”

  Patrick pulled Geoff over to him, hands skimming over the muscles of his back, down to his ass. “Get these off.” He tugged at Geoff’s boxers.

  “You too.” Geoff did the same to Patrick. The blood pounding in his cock was making it seriously difficult to think right now.

  When they were both naked, Geoff somehow ended up on his back in the middle of the bed, Patrick half on top of him and Lori stretched out along his other side, still recovering. Patrick’s mouth pressed hot and wet against his, hand stroking Geoff’s cock in slow, light strokes…

  No, that wasn’t right. The hand touching him was too slender, too soft. Geoff groaned into Patrick’s mouth, his erection twitching in Lori’s hand. She was perfect at this, rolling her thumb across the head, squeezing the length, spreading his slickness along the surface. He had to catch his breath. Patrick kissed his jaw, his ear, and then drew back to watch the scene before him.

  Geoff’s arousal burned in his veins like hot wax, searing him from the inside. Lori was watching his face with interest as she stroked his aching cock. A few more strokes and she released him, eyes dark as she licked the wetness on her thumb. She winked at him.

  “How do you feel about fucking me?” she asked.

  Yes, holy shit, yes, he wanted that. He looked to Patrick, who nodded, back to stroking his own cock this time. “What about you?” he asked Patrick, who shouldn’t be left out of all this.

  Patrick smiled lazily. “I’m happy to watch for now, but I would also be happy to fuck Geoff at the same time.”

  Lori swore breathlessly as Geoff groaned, the thought of it alone making his balls tighten. He had barely started to nod before Lori was pulling him onto his side to face her. “Here.” She slapped a condom into his hand, then Patrick’s, and finally dragged Geoff’s mouth to hers.

  Jesus, the woman knew how to kiss. She knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it, and Geoff vacillated between wanting to take charge like usual and happy to be along for the ride. He slid the condom down over his erection, pulling away from her long enough to make sure it was properly seated. Then, without further preamble, she lined herself up with him, draped her leg over his hip, and carefully guided his cock into her pussy.

  Geoff’s breath caught as the head slipped inside. Even through the condom, she was all tightness and heat, wet and soft and gripping him perfectly. They faced each other on their sides, the position unexpectedly intimate, and Lori rocked her hips gently to pull him in deeper. Geoff’s hand trembled as he gripped the leg swung over his, using it to shift their bodies until he was finally, mercifully deep inside her. She felt incredible wrapped around him, and her breath came in short pants as she gripped his upper arm to steady herself. “Are you okay?” he asked, and his voice came out gravelly.

  Lori laughed once, and the laugh made her pussy squeeze his dick. “God, yeah, I’m great. You feel fantastic.”

  Geoff slid his top leg between hers, changing their angle and giving himself some leverage to rock his hips against her. He couldn’t drive deep like this, no pounding thrusts, just the rhythmic in and out of their bodies sliding against each other.

  The heat of Patrick’s body along Geoff’s back made him jump, as did the sudden pressure of Patrick’s lubed fingers against his exposed ass. Patrick circled his hole, waiting for permission, and Geoff nodded. “Yeah.”

  Patrick slipped one, then two very slick fingers into him, and Geoff froze up, overwhelmed. Lori’s lips on his made him open his eyes. He hadn’t realized he’d closed them. She was watching his face, like she had before, watching the way he reacted to the pressure inside him. Her lips were parted, expression captivated.

  Patrick was opening him up with steady, confident pressure now, and Geoff wanted to thrust back onto his hand, but he stayed motionless inside Lori. “You all right?” Patrick asked, curling his fingers to press against Geoff’s prostate.

  Geoff gasped, hips jerking and driving him reflexively into Lori, who squeezed around him. “God. Yes.” He wanted to be composed, but this was hitting his senses faster than he could process. More lube, another finger, a deeper stretch that threatened to soften him.

  He shifted, and the wet slickness around his cock had him fully hard again in seconds. It was perfect, it was too much, it wasn’t enough, it was nothing like what he had been prepared to experience. He heard a condom wrapper, and then Patrick was pressing his blunt, thick cock slowly inside Geoff.

  “Fuck,” Lori swore, watching the two of them. “You’re gorgeous.”

  Every time Geoff bottomed, he lost himself in the deep, thick push of a dick inside him, that pressure and fullness hitting all of his hot spots. That was nothing next to having this combined with a slick, wet grip around his cock at the same time. He was going to lose his goddamn mind, right here. Finally—finally—Patrick bottomed out, and he exhaled, long and shaky, against Geoff’s cheek.

  “You feel incredible.” He gripped Geoff’s arm, and then began to rock his hips. The pressure drove Geoff deeper inside Lori, who groaned and tightened around him. Geoff caught his bearings and focused on fucking the gorgeous woman in his arms. Lori clung to him, making low, sexy noises with each movement of his cock. Careful not to touch her delicate twists, he cupped the side of her face to look into her eyes. She kept her gaze locked on him as he moved within her. He wanted to say something, to tease, to talk dirty, to capture some of that control from before, but he was utterly lost in her beauty and the sweet grip of her body around his.

  Behind him, Patrick was
moving in sync with him. Each rock backward pushed him farther onto Patrick’s cock, and each shift forward pushed him deeper into Lori. Patrick gripped his upper arm, his lips against Geoff’s ear. “I love you,” he murmured. “You’re so damn hot, spread open on my cock, filling her up at the same time. I could watch you like this forever. I can’t wait to feel you come. Can’t wait to feel you squeezing all around me.”

  Geoff swore under his breath. His balls tightened against his body, the deep tingle of arousal shifting into the steady climb to orgasm. He wasn’t ready to come yet. “I want you to come again,” he said to Lori, words halting as he rocked into her.

  She nodded frantically. “I want that.” Sliding her hand down between their bodies, she found her clit, fingertips brushing against the base of his cock where it moved inside her. Her muscles squeezed around him, tight as a vise, tight enough to make him groan and pause so he didn’t come too quickly. But she was shifting, pressing against him, gripping his arm with her free hand, eyes going wide as she reached the edge.

  “That’s it.” Patrick began to fuck him harder, driving him deeper. “Come for us.”

  He might have been talking to Lori, or to Geoff, but Lori was the first to yield. She gasped, going motionless, and then exhaled in a cry as her muscles rippled along his length. That was too much for Geoff to resist, the deep pull of climax bearing down on him, and he cried out as he emptied himself inside her. He clamped down on Patrick, the pressure and fullness driving him higher and higher, extending his pleasure as he fell apart.

  Patrick was moving inside Geoff as he recovered, and the rippling aftershocks kept Geoff twitching throughout. He was still inside Lori, and she was watching Patrick over Geoff’s shoulder with her jaw slack. Patrick thrust once, twice, and then came with a groan.

  They remained entwined together for a few moments, breathing shallowly and unevenly into the silence. Then someone moved, and they shifted into untangling limbs, taking care of condoms, cleaning up, the general aftermath of sex. Finally, they settled back into a sprawl on the bed, naked and content to lie quietly. Geoff stared up at the high ceiling of their loft. His body tingled all over, worn out from sex and adrenaline.

  Already, though, his mind raced with possibilities. Lori was incredible. Tonight was incredible. If she was ever interested in doing this again, maybe they could try something else. They’d both clearly focused on him, but they could make things more equitable next time.

  Shit, he shouldn’t hope for a next time. A next time was too much to ask for. This was the kind of once-in-a-lifetime experience most people never got, and wanting it again was selfish. He could be content with this memory. He looked over at the two people next to him. Lori was idly running her fingers through Patrick’s auburn hair while he smiled, eyes closed.

  “That feels amazing,” Patrick said quietly. He blinked his eyes open. “Do you want to spend the night?”

  Lori paused, then sat up, scooting back to rest against their headboard. She looked over past Geoff at the clock on the nightstand. “I wasn’t planning on it.” She laughed. “I wasn’t really ‘planning’ on any of this, to tell you the truth.”

  “You can stay,” Geoff added. She should know how he felt as well. “The bed’s big enough for all of us.”

  Lori bit her lip, visibly tempted. Geoff didn’t want to look too closely at his desires to have her stay, to extend this as long as possible. Eventually, she shook her head. “I should go.”

  Geoff’s disappointment washed through him like cold water, but he forced a smile anyway.

  8

  Patrick insisted on walking Lori to her car, and it wasn’t just to enjoy a few more minutes of her company. Lori smiled up at Patrick as they hit the elevator button to go downstairs and the doors slid shut on them. Aside from a bit more wildness in her beautiful curly hair, she might have just come from dinner that ended with light conversation and nothing more.

  “That was really fun.” She leaned into him, a gentle weight against his side. “I don’t know if Geoff is going to recover anytime soon.”

  Patrick chuckled. “He’s a pretty resilient guy. He can stand it.”

  “And what about you?” She nudged him with an elbow. “You do all right, watching your man with someone else?”

  Patrick shrugged. “It’s all right by me. You heard him. My polyamory goes way back.”

  “And what about now?” She brushed some curls back out of her face, uncertainty only visible in the tightness of her smile. “What happens now?”

  The elevator door dinged open, and they stepped out into the lobby, then into the cool May night. Visitor parking was off to one end, and he walked with her along the sidewalk, thinking about her question. Lori was definitely the kind of person he would want to be friends with, even if Geoff hadn’t introduced them. “I like you. I know Geoff likes you. We should get together again sometime.”

  “What, for more of this?” Lori gestured between the two of them, then up toward the window of the condo, and he knew what she meant.

  “Maybe.” He rubbed his beard. “If you’re up for it.”

  Lori laughed. “Not sure. I’m not really looking to get mixed up in a relationship right now.” Her smile dimmed. “I wasn’t even really looking to get mixed up in tonight, to tell you the truth.”

  “Some regrets?” He would never want that for her.

  Lori paused, head tipped to the side. “No.” She glanced back up at him. “No regrets. Just surprises. I don’t usually do this kind of thing.”

  The idea that she might drive off tonight and not see them again felt suddenly overwhelming. What a loss to let her friendship slip away, right when they were on the verge of something great. “I would like to get together with you again, regardless.” Patrick resisted the urge to take her hand, like he might with Geoff when they were walking together. “Not for sex. For friendship.” He paused. “Unless you want sex?”

  Lori laughed again. “I see why Geoff likes you. You’re a pretty good guy.” She looked him up and down. “And I have to admit, I didn’t get nearly as much of you as I’d have wanted if we’d gone for round two.”

  Patrick’s too-tired cock nevertheless perked up in interest at that. “Don’t do that to me, Lori. I’m gonna be thinking about it all night.”

  They reached her car, and she put her palm flat on his chest. “Okay. If Geoff isn’t totally freaked out after tonight, maybe we can get together again. As friends. Go get drinks or go see a show or something. Lord knows it looks like we have enough common interests.”

  “Are you on social media?” Patrick asked.

  Lori grimaced. “Unfortunately, yes. But it’s better to text me. Got your phone on you?”

  Patrick handed over his phone, and Lori added her number to his contacts before handing it back. “There,” she said. “No excuses now.”

  She had the best smile, all flirtatious charm and mischief, the same kind of mischief he liked when Geoff got on a tear about something. He wanted to kiss her. The urge welled up inside him out of nowhere, like Geoff wasn’t right upstairs waiting for him, like this was a date instead of a friends-with-benefits one-night stand, or whatever the hell it was.

  She seemed to read the expression in his face, because something shifted in the way she looked at him. He wanted it to be desire, the way her eyes got wider in the glow of the streetlamp, the soft touch of her tongue to her lip in thought. But then it was gone. She turned away and got her car keys out of her bag. “Have a good night, Patrick. Stay in touch.”

  He took a step backward, out of her personal space, away from the intoxicating aroma of fruity sweetness and sex that still clung to her body. “You too. Thanks for coming.”

  She opened the car door and spared him a wink. “Twice.” Then, laughing at her own joke, she got in the car and drove away.

  Geoff was sitting on the couch when Patrick returned, wearing baggy gym shorts and an old T-shirt. “She doing all right?”

  “She’s fine.” Patrick sat
next to him and slung an arm around Geoff’s shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

  “Fucked out and sore, but I think I’ll live.” Geoff rested his head back on Patrick’s arm. “You?”

  “I’m fine. But I didn’t mean physically. How are you doing, you know, with all this?” Patrick gestured to them, a gesture that hopefully encompassed everything they’d just done.

  Geoff tutted. “I’m an academic, Patrick. There’s no reason for me not to be fine. I wanted to try something, and I got to try it. I think that makes me pretty lucky.” He leaned in to kiss Patrick on the lips, careful and deliberate. Patrick kissed him back. They had this, still. More than anything, he valued this marriage. Even if he wanted more, even if he could imagine a world where Lori shared their bed regularly, Geoff had been clear about his desires and fulfilling them. His monogamous husband had already pushed himself quite a lot tonight. Thinking of more was unfair to both of them.

  Geoff broke the kiss to slap Patrick, playful but firm. “Stop getting lost in your head.”

  Patrick smiled. “How do you always know?”

  “Your lips stop moving.”

  Patrick rolled his eyes. “Fine. It’s why I can’t ever lie to you. You’d see right through me.”

  Geoff nodded. “It’s mutual. Now come on.” He tugged Patrick to his feet. “Let’s go to bed before I pass out here in the living room.”

  Patrick let Geoff lead him into the bedroom, because going to bed was easier than talking further. Maybe there was nothing more that needed to be said.

  God, she’d wanted to stay.

  The whole way back to her apartment, Lori had to force herself not to turn around and go back. She’d been invited to stay the night, and she’d been sorely tempted, but going home was the right decision. Just because it was the right decision, though, didn’t mean she was happy about it.

  Tonight had been incredible. Beyond words. She hesitated to use the words “life-changing” about some really good dick, because she was a practical woman who hated hyperbole, but tonight had been at least near life-changing dick. Sure, sleeping with Geoff was amazing, especially considering he’d never had sex with a woman before, but this wasn’t strictly amazing sex. Having both men there, seeing Geoff and Patrick together while they each took turns doting on her as well, feeling Geoff get fucked while also fucking her, it was like the most over-the-top porn she’d ever imagined.