by Elia Winters
“That came up in my research a fair amount.” Lori crossed her legs, and suddenly she had shifted into the attitude of the professional. “Bisexuals and pansexuals across the gender spectrum often expressed fears that polyamory was fulfilling the worst stereotypes about themselves. That was compounded for many people of color, especially Black people, with the way we are assumed to be hypersexual.”
“I know it shouldn’t matter,” Geoff said. “I generally don’t care what others think of me, but this feels different. It could be because I came into my sexuality so late in life. Or maybe because of the hypersexualization stereotypes you mention. Or because I already feel like an outsider, not having grown up around many other queer Black men.”
Lori leaned forward in her chair. “It is also possible,” she began, with great dramatic emphasis, “that your friend Trey is a dick.”
Geoff and Patrick both laughed, and whatever tension had arisen melted away. “Trey’s shit at word games too,” Patrick added. “He’s always rude when he’s losing.”
“You guys are lucky you had me tonight.” Lori gave them a mischievous smile. “I really saved your asses.”
“Not completely,” Geoff said, at the same time that Patrick said, “Yup.” Geoff looked at his husband. “You think we’re hopeless without her?”
“I think she’s better than both of us, yeah.” Patrick raised his eyebrows. “You don’t?”
Geoff hesitated, having fun with this and not yet ready to acquiesce. “I think I can hold my own.”
Lori cleared her throat, and they both looked over at her. “Care to put it to the test?”
Patrick stroked his beard. “What do you have in mind?”
Lori walked over to the pile of games still on the table and slid Scrabble out, then held it up.
Geoff and Patrick looked at each other.
“We can make it interesting.” She moved the game back and forth in a little shimmy. “Strip Scrabble. Every round, whoever has the lowest point word has to take off a piece of clothing.”
“Strip. Scrabble.” Geoff could not be hearing this right. He adjusted his glasses.
Next to him, Patrick was grinning. “I’m here for this. Come on.” He moved the coffee table out of the way, clearing a spot on the floor. “You have to play strip games on the floor. The table is too formal.”
“All right. Floor it is.” Lori sat opposite Patrick, and then they both turned to Geoff. “What do you think?”
He started to laugh. This was ridiculous, but he could use a little ridiculous. “Sure. Fine. Whatever you want.”
That’s how he ended up half-naked, sitting grumpily on the floor in just his boxers next to Patrick in the same state of undress while a nearly fully clothed Lori cackled and put down another word across a double-word score space.
“Christ, Lori!” Patrick shook his head. “This isn’t fair.”
Lori, who had removed her bra beneath her shirt but no other clothing, twirled the garment around her finger. “From where I’m sitting, it looks pretty fair to me.” She hummed at the paper where she was keeping score. “Patrick, you’re at the bottom again.”
“Well.” Patrick shrugged, playing with the waistband on his boxers. “It’s not a bad place to be.” He waggled his eyebrows and took off his last piece of clothing.
Lori glanced between naked Patrick and Geoff, who was practically naked himself, and then slid the Scrabble board out of the way. Before Geoff could ask what was happening, or what she was doing, she crawled across the empty space and kissed Patrick on the mouth.
When they’d begun this “sleeping with Lori” experiment, Geoff hadn’t realized how much he would like watching. Sitting here, he could focus on the way Lori slid into Patrick’s lap, bringing a hand up to cup the side of his face. Patrick was smiling while he kissed her. He smiled like that while kissing Geoff sometimes too, when he was really into it. He couldn’t ignore a small coil of jealousy, but the larger emotion bubbling up inside him was pleasure mixed with lust.
Lori turned his head away from the kiss and looked at Geoff. “It’s your turn.”
Geoff blinked, looking down at his letters, and at the Scrabble board shoved out of the way. “What? We’re not still playing, are we?”
Lori laughed, the sound throaty and dark, and then reached across the space between them to tug at his boxers. “Take them off.”
Geoff caught on and paused, lifting his chin and returning her smile. “I didn’t lose this round. I’m not sure I should take them off yet.”
“You were gonna lose the next, I bet.” Her expression was teasing, fingers working up to the waistband, all while she straddled Patrick’s bare hips.
Patrick nodded, his expression serious, although his lips twitched. “She’s right, Geoff. Besides, it’s obviously much more fun if you’re naked.”
“I’ll trade you.” Lori pulled her T-shirt off, revealing a rich brown expanse of skin and her beautiful, soft breasts. Her nipples tightened in the cooler air, and god, he wanted his mouth on them again. The sight drove him right back into his memories, the way she felt all around his cock, the press of her body against his. He pulled off his boxers.
“There we go,” Lori purred. She leaned over to him and lightly brushed fingers across his cock, and it stiffened, the sensation traveling throughout his groin. One hand still teasing Geoff, she turned to face Patrick again, who was trapped beneath her. “How about we take this to the bedroom?”
Patrick didn’t say yes, though; he looked over at Geoff to check in, despite Geoff’s impatience for more. His blood thrummed with that low-grade, intense desire that muddled his thoughts and pushed him into action.
“Come on.” Geoff leaned across them and kissed his husband. “She’s right.”
On an intellectual level, Lori had known she was coming over for sex, but the knowledge felt different than the raw, consuming desire curling through her blood when Patrick tossed her onto the bed. He’d carried her into the bedroom, literally carried her as though she weighed nothing, and her heart rate ratcheted up to another echelon as he stripped her jeans and underwear off in one fluid movement.
Whatever hesitation they had allowed last time, it was gone, and Geoff moved like a man who knew exactly what he was doing as he leaned half over her and captured her mouth with his. His low moan vibrated through her body like a physical touch. And as she kissed him, other hands moved her legs, parting them, air brushing suddenly cold against the heat between her thighs.
That cold disappeared instead as a hot mouth closed over her clit and sucked. Holy shit. Lori’s cry was swallowed by Geoff’s insistent kisses. She couldn’t see beyond Geoff, but strong, firm hands held her thighs apart, and a coarse beard tickled her inner thighs as Patrick worked some seriously incredible magic over her tender flesh. Geoff kept her pinned here while Patrick ate her out, and she definitely had no intention of trying to escape. They were both amazing with their tongues. She squirmed, body quickly growing overwhelmed by the pleasure building between her legs.
Lori finally broke the kiss, gasping in a long breath of air, and looked down the length of her body to see Patrick working her over. He was gorgeous; they were both gorgeous, and whatever plans she’d had to stay playful and flirtatious melted away like hot wax in her increasingly desperate desire for more. There was nothing like seeing a man’s face between her thighs, and when Patrick lifted one of her legs up over her shoulder for better leverage, good god, she might explode.
Geoff dragged her gaze back to his with a hand on her chin, his thumb skimming her kiss-swollen lips. The delicate touch contrasted with Patrick’s tongue pressing hard over her bud: light and heavy, soft and intense, a myriad of sensations igniting a slow burn beneath her skin. While watching her face, Geoff began to roll one nipple between his fingers, firm and just this side of too rough. She opened her mouth in a gasp that turned into a moan as her pussy suddenly stretched around something thick and hard. Patrick’s mouth hadn’t left, working her clit like he
could do this all night, his fingers teasing the sensitive places inside her.
“Fuck.” It came out like a prayer on her lips. “I can’t…I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah.” Geoff kissed her again, teasing her mouth open, swallowing her gasp as he switched to twisting her other nipple. “Do it. I want to see you.”
He lifted his head just as the pressure inside her built to the breaking point. She couldn’t move away, couldn’t escape as it was nearly too much, her body taut like a bowstring and pulsing beneath the insistent pressure of Patrick’s lips and tongue. Reaching out for something, anything, she gripped Geoff’s biceps, fingers digging into the solid flesh, and hung on as she teetered on the knife-edge between pleasure and pain. She hovered there, breathless, in the impossibly long moment, and then her world shattered. Climax ripped through her, blossoming outward from her clit through her body, pulsing waves of pleasure sending her clenching endlessly on Patrick’s fingers. It was never going to stop. She didn’t want it to stop. Her body moved of its own volition, thrusting, quaking, and Geoff was her anchor, holding her and watching with his lips parted in lust as she came in his arms.
Patrick wasn’t moving away. Instead, he kept going. He sucked more gently at her clit, lapping it with his tongue, curling his fingers inside her, and milked her through her climax and oh, holy hell, up to another one. She hadn’t even come down from the first when she was making that climb again, her breaths turning into hoarse cries that scraped against her throat. Her fingernails dug half-moons into Geoff’s biceps and she clenched Patrick’s head between her thighs as yes, oh, oh, she was coming again, and everything was light and color and sound and the unending firing of nerves.
Patrick finally released her clit, and she released Geoff and collapsed down to the bed, her body going boneless, muscles weak. The world had softened somehow, the edges blurring, and she still pulsed with the aftershocks.
“I’m dead,” she said weakly, smiling through her own words. “God, I’m dead.”
“Patrick, you killed her.” Geoff grabbed his husband and pulled him up the length of the bed, pulling his mouth downward into a kiss. “You taste like her.” He slanted his head to the side and deepened the kiss. That made Lori long for another round, even as she had to catch her breath to recover. Yeah, okay, these guys might be the death of her, and it wasn’t a bad way to go.
Patrick finished kissing his husband and moved over to kiss Lori, as if this was the most natural progression, and she brushed her tongue against his. He did taste like her, and it sated some deep-seated desire to claim him and mark him as hers.
But he isn’t yours. Her desire to claim was misplaced; she was drawn to him by sex, yes, by this postorgasmic glow, by oxytocin and the cocktail of hormones coursing through her veins. He wasn’t hers, and Geoff wasn’t hers, and she should be satisfied with friendship and some damn amazing sex.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by touch: fingers were moving between her legs, brushing over the swollen, soaking bud, and she shivered from head to toe.
She broke the kiss to roll back onto her back, letting her legs fall open. Geoff knelt between them, gently brushing fingers over her clit, watching her response. She smiled at him. “Whatcha doin’ down there?”
“Testing.” He returned her smile. “How do you feel? Are you all done?”
Lori laughed. It felt good, her body relaxed and loose. “Am I done? Hell no, I’m not done. I thought there was some talk about getting to fuck both of you, and right now, nobody’s fucking me.”
Stretched out next to her, Patrick laughed. Geoff looked at her with mischief in those dark eyes. “Yeah? You want to get fucked?”
She was about to make another joke when Geoff suddenly slid fingers inside her, two or maybe three, stretching her so wide, she gasped. Damn, she was wet and relaxed, and he penetrated her with no effort at all, filling her with those beautiful fingers. The laughter died in her throat, replaced by a moan. She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until Geoff asked, “Look at me, beautiful,” and she blinked them open, the endearment taking her by surprise. Geoff was intent on her as he worked his fingers in and out of her tight sheath, repeating his question. “You want to get fucked?”
Lori nodded. “Yeah. Holy hell, yeah.” Her muscles clenched around him greedily, like she hadn’t already come twice. But she wanted more. Right now, body lax and open, was the perfect time to get exactly what she wanted…except it wasn’t just about her. “Patrick?” She couldn’t move, with Geoff still fingering her, stealing her breath, but she could reach over and interlace her fingers with the man beside her. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you both to be happy.”
Lori reached down to Geoff’s hand, gently encouraging him to remove his fingers, and then she could turn to face Patrick fully. “Nope. Tell me what you want.”
Patrick looked up at her, dazed, like nobody ever asked him what he wanted before. But that wasn’t like Geoff; Geoff was a thoughtful man and clearly a generous lover. Maybe Patrick just never told thought about his own needs as separate from his partner’s. “I…” He looked at Geoff, then back at Lori. “I want to be inside you. With Geoff.”
There, that was an answer. Lori nodded. “Condoms.”
She took a moment, in the hubbub of reaching for protection, to fondle Patrick’s cock. Moderate length and girth, he fit beautifully in her hand, the rose-colored tip slick with his arousal. She slid her fingertips across the sensitive head, watching his dick twitch. He finally reached down to put a hand over hers to still it. “Have mercy, please.”
“This is mercy.” She took a condom and unrolled it over his length. Then, without preamble, without wanting to wait a moment longer, she straddled him and slid onto his cock.
“Oh, fuck.” Patrick swore like the words were torn out of him, hands steadying Lori’s hips.
She’d rushed this, wanting to feel him in her, and his cock filled her pussy deeper and more thoroughly than she’d expected. She stayed motionless, their hips flush against each other, her hands braced on his chest. Inside her, his dick pulsed with his heartbeat. Fuck, he seemed so much bigger inside her, and her bravado faded with this pure, primal instinct begging her to move.
Lori stayed still, though, as Geoff moved into position behind her. Geoff gently pressed on the middle of her back, encouraging her to bend over. She did, lying flat on Patrick’s chest with her knees drawn up on either side. This position stretched her differently around him, pressing against other erogenous zones inside her. She didn’t want to move, frozen in position as the enormity of what she was about to undertake washed over her.
Geoff’s slick fingers circled her ass, gently, but firmly, confidently, until he began working one slender digit inside. Lori relaxed as much as she could. She was already so full, and they were going to stretch her to the breaking point. She wanted it, lust and longing and fear mingling inside her, and Geoff added another finger with a slow, slick stretch. He had done this before, of course, knew exactly how to open her up, how to press gently inside, sliding two fingers deep into her tight ass as she breathed through the unusual sensation.
Beneath her, Patrick made a strangled noise. “Fuck, I can feel that,” he said breathlessly. “Oh my god.”
Geoff added more lube, and then he was stretching her more, the pressure nearly uncomfortable but still good, still not too much. “You okay?” he asked, somehow sounding impossibly calm, even as Lori was ready to jump out of her skin with tension.
“Yeah.” She didn’t sound okay, even to her own ears, but she was, ohh, she was. “It’s so good. It’s…so much.” Lying on Patrick like this, his heartbeat thundering in her ear, she felt small and fragile and delicate and fuck, she wanted them to push her limits and was terrified at the same time. “Go slow,” she heard herself say, vulnerability slipping out.
Patrick smoothed a hand down her back. “It’s gonna feel so good. You’re gonna feel so good, sweetheart.”
She wasn’
t his sweetheart, wasn’t anyone’s sweetheart, but the endearment washed over her like a balm, softening the raw intensity of this moment. Geoff was still moving his fingers inside her, and she was going to scream if she didn’t get more right now.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, I need you.”
He slid his fingers free, gently, leaving her empty and yet still so full, and then there were the sounds of a condom wrapper and a lube bottle. Soon, his slick, blunt cock nudged against her entrance. This was it. She had to let go, to give herself over, to trust. She closed her eyes, mouth falling open, and yielded.
A strangled noise came from her throat as Geoff’s thick cock head pushed inside. He stopped, his hands on her hips, somehow steady and grounding. “Tell me when.”
“More.” Lori squeezed her eyes tightly shut, needing to focus on this overwhelming sensation. She needed more. She needed all of this, needed to be caught between them. Geoff put a hand on her ass, right above where his cock was splitting her open, holding her in place as he gently began to move forward.
“Fuck.” Patrick’s voice had jumped an octave. “Fuck, I can feel that. I can…oh, oh my god.”
Geoff was silent, but his breath rasped loudly in the air, or maybe it was Lori’s breathing, or Patrick’s, his chest rising and falling beneath her ear. She couldn’t keep her thoughts straight. The world narrowed down to the sensations between her legs. Slick, slow, Geoff kept penetrating her ass with his cock, millimeter by millimeter. She relaxed, her body opening for him. He went on forever, like this would never end, and she was making the most abandoned, helpless whimpers that she was powerless to stop. Beneath her, Patrick’s breathing had become low, soft moans. Behind her, Geoff was silent.