Three of a Kind

by Jess Dee

  Megan swiped her finger over his cockhead and raised it to her face. A bead of his precome dotted its tip.

  He opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words.

  Megan placed her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.

  Sweat trickled down his back.

  Des groaned. “Fuck, Meg.” He shook his head. Squeezed his eyes shut tight. “I don’t know how to share.”

  Megan turned her head slightly and kissed Des’s cheek, her lips plump and pliant as they pressed against his skin.

  “I do.” A flash of tongue appeared as she licked the spot she’d kissed. “I’ll show you.”

  It was Alex’s turn to gape. “You’ve done this before?” Again, jealousy jabbed at him. It was one thing knowing his competition, it was another imagining Megan between two strange men, opening herself up to them, offering herself to both of them. God help either of them if he ever met them. He’d fucking tear them apart.

  “Uh-huh.” Her hand was back, pulling at his jeans and boxers, freeing his dick from the prison of his clothes, and her waist still rotated in a sensual rhythm. He didn’t stop her, didn’t try. He couldn’t fucking breathe. Halting her actions would kill him.

  “Megan.” Des’s face was thunderous. “Your hands—”

  “What about them?” She nuzzled Des’s cheek as she wrapped one hand around Alex’s cock and used the other to play with his balls.

  He gasped at the sensation. Megan made him hotter than any other woman he’d ever met. But what she did right now, the way she played with him while she consoled and seduced Des… God, he could blow any second. He was on freaking fire.

  “They’re…they’re on…”

  “They’re on Alex’s cock,” she finished for Des.

  Precome leaked from his tip, dripping onto her fingers. A few more tugs and he’d shoot his load all over. “Don’t let go,” he ordered.

  “I won’t, Al,” she promised. Her gaze caught his. Fire flickered in her eyes. “But I can’t let go of Des either.”

  For a long moment they looked at each other. No words were spoken, but a million thoughts were shared.

  Alex loved her. By God, he was head over heels, crazy in love with her. He’d known for the last month she loved Des too. Known that he shared her heart with her best friend. It wasn’t too crazy a leap to share her body with him too.

  He couldn’t walk away. He was in too deep. But they’d reached a point where he could no longer have her to himself. From this moment on, if he wanted her, he took her with Des. There was no more Alex and Megan. If Des agreed, it would be Alex, Megan and Des.

  Oddly enough, the thought did not disgust him. If anything it aroused him further. He’d seen Megan in her glory, relishing the love of one man. Seeing her in full splendor, radiant from the love of two men… She’d be magnificent.

  Alex had to be there to witness it.

  Megan lifted an eyebrow in question. Longing shone in her eyes. “Will you do it, Al? Still play your cards if I raise the stakes?”

  Didn’t she know his answer? If the stakes were her, he’d play any hand she dealt.

  “You bet I would, baby.” He’d do anything to be with her. Whatever it took. He’d place every damn chip on her.

  Her face lit up. “I love you,” she whispered.

  “I love you too.” His cock grew in her hands and she pumped it vigorously.

  “I love you also, Des.” Her cheek was beside Des’s again. “And now that I know you feel the same way, I don’t want to play another hand without you.”

  The pain on Des’s face was luminous.

  Megan rocked against him in exactly the same way she rocked against Alex when they made love. “I want your cock in my pussy,” she told Des. “So deep I get to feel my best friend come inside me, finally.”

  Des let out an agonized sound.

  “Play with us, Des. Let us deal you in,” she whispered. “Please.”

  Des glared at Alex. His expression was mulish, tough to look at but easy to interpret. His resentment was clear, as was his anger, pain, irritation and indecision. All perfectly understandable. Alex felt every one of those things too, although he’d dealt swiftly with the indecision. The perplexing parts of Des’s expression were the admiration on his face. And the jealousy.

  Jealousy? Hah. That was a joke. Didn’t the idiot know he’d been Megan’s first choice? If anyone had the right to be jealous, it wasn’t Des. But it was the naked challenge Alex saw in Des’s eyes that brought his testosterone roaring to the forefront.

  He instantly quelled the need to throw his weight around and squash the opposition. It wouldn’t impress Megan.

  He wouldn’t let the issue go, though. He’d made a choice, and he was sticking to it, regardless of Des’s desires. Quiet determination kept Alex right where he was. In Des’s home. “I’m not walking away,” he told Des.

  “Are you, Des?” Panic tinged Megan’s question, making Alex want to thrash Des. How dare the man hurt Megan with his indecision?

  Endless moments passed, stretching out silently.

  Megan had not released his cock—she still held it in her firm grip, but her movements had ceased.

  Anxiety wrinkled her face. A muscle ticked in her cheek. “Des?”

  Des squeezed his eyes shut and took an audible breath. “I’m not going anywhere, Meggy. I’m staying right here. With you.”

  The lines on her face vanished. “With me and Alex?”

  His nose twitched. “You and Alex,” he said reluctantly.

  “Oh, thank God.” Megan’s shoulders sagged in visible relief. Her hands resumed their ruthless tugging on Alex’s cock.

  Des had surrendered to Megan’s seduction. She’d won. He was in.

  Her smile was as sensual as it was victorious.

  “You’ll come in my pussy?” she asked Des while she pumped Alex.

  Her lips were sexy and luscious, and if she wrapped them around Alex’s cock now, he’d climax in her mouth.

  “C-can’t think of anywhere I’d rather come.” Des’s hands were on her waist, moving her against him. He was swaying too, a rocking motion back and forth.

  Alex couldn’t repress the envy that bit at him.

  “Do you know where you’ll be while Des is coming in my pussy?” Megan asked Alex.

  His breath quit as he anticipated her answer. His cock swelled further and his nuts drew tight. Close. He was so fucking close he couldn’t stand it. “Where?”

  “In my ass,” she told him and stroked him faster. “Just like you were earlier.”

  Des hissed. “What the hell was he doing in your ass?” His voice might have held an angry sneer, but his eyes were glazed with desire.

  Megan closed her eyes, still stroking him. “He was fucking me, Des. So deep and so skillfully he made me come.” She swallowed and ground her hips harder against Des while stroking Alex’s dick faster.

  The memory of her coming around him was too much, the stimulation of her hand tactile overload.

  Alex’s orgasm tore from his balls. Come hurtled through his shaft and jettisoned out of him. It landed on Megan’s hands and her shirt. A drop even landed on her chin.

  “Holy crap,” Des muttered as Alex yelled his release.

  “Alex,” Megan cried.

  He leaned in and licked her chin, then lifted his mouth to kiss her. She lapped hungrily at his tongue, helping herself to the drop of come. Then she swallowed it, making Alex’s softening cock twitch.

  No matter what she did, he couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Please.” Megan gasped when he released her mouth. “One of you, take me. Fuck me.” She wiped her hands on her shirt.

  Alex was momentarily spent. No matter how badly he wanted to fuck her, he didn’t have the capacity to fulfill her needs right now. He could deliver a good tong
ue lashing, make her come four or five times with just his mouth, but Megan didn’t want his tongue. She wanted a cock. And the only one in working order was Des’s.

  Des had apparently come to the same conclusion.

  Even as Alex shuffled back and collapsed on the armchair he’d vacated when Megan walked inside, Des was pulling her red dress over her shoulders.

  The vixen had no underwear on. Her butt was as bare as the day she’d been born, and her pussy juice glistened on her inner thighs. Des froze and stared at her. Hunger lit his face, desire turning the muscles in his shoulders and neck taut.

  Jesus, Alex knew how he felt. Knew how the sight of Megan naked blew his mind, blew his self-restraint. When Megan was nude, Alex was aroused and busting a gut to get inside of her.

  Des’s expression told him he felt the exact same way.

  “Meg…”

  “Shut up, Des.” Her hands were on the waist of his jeans, yanking at his button, his zip. “Enough speaking, just fuck me.”

  She shucked his jeans and his boxers, as he kicked off his shoes, leaving Des standing there, butt naked.

  Staring at another man’s erection should have been awkward for Alex. It should have somehow inhibited his own desire but it didn’t. If anything it made his own dick twitch harder, find life where there had been none left just seconds ago.

  Des was about to find heaven, and though Alex did not resent it, he envied the hell out of the man.

  Chapter Five

  Des couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak.

  Christ, she was beautiful. The single most exquisite woman he’d ever seen. He’d always thought her pretty as anything. But naked and aroused? The woman was a goddess.

  From the tip of her hardened nipples, over the soft swell of her belly and down her long, toned legs, Meg was stunning. His mouth filled with saliva just looking at her. At the neatly trimmed hair above her mound, at the cream that spilled onto her thighs. At the way her shoulders shivered and her tongue flicked out to touch her lips.

  His cock was full to bursting. Two months of wanting her, of fantasizing about her, was about to turn into a reality. He was about to make love to his best friend.

  The woman who, with a few flicks of her wrist, had brought Alex to his knees. Made him come in her hands.

  And sweet heaven, the sight had just turned Des on more. Or perhaps it was the feel of her butt rocking against his cock. Then again, it was more likely the love that welled in his heart that had him so majorly aroused. Because he loved her. So much it hurt. So much he’d thrown his pride to the wind and agreed to share her with another man.

  When all was said and done there was no choice. He could have let Meg walk off into the sunset with Alex, leaving him behind, but that wasn’t an option. He wanted her with a ferocity that burned him inside and out.

  He had to have her. If it meant sharing her with another man, so be it. He’d deal. For now.

  But not this first time. This first time he’d take her alone. This first time he’d learn the curve and shape of every inch of her body by himself. Alex was spent. Done. He wasn’t getting up anytime soon. Des, on the other hand, had two months’ worth of desire blazing in his dick.

  He was more than ready to give Meg anything and everything she needed.

  “Reedy? Catch.”

  Des looked up in time to see a condom spinning through the air. He caught it deftly in his right hand.

  Very generous of Al. Des doubted he’d have shared so happily had their positions been reversed. He nodded his thanks, tore the packet open and sheathed himself.

  “Treat her good,” Alex warned.

  Des swallowed. “I will,” he promised hoarsely. “Very good.”

  Slowly he reached out to cup a breast with one hand and run a finger over Meg’s slick pussy lips with his other. She jerked.

  Her breast nestled against his palm, slightly less than a handful but firm and heavy to the touch. He squeezed gently, aware of the tightening of her nipple between his fingers.

  Then he kissed her, pulling her close and running his tongue between her lips, into her mouth. She opened up to receive him. Opened her mouth to his tongue and her pussy to his fingers. As he sipped from her lips and drank from her mouth, he slipped a finger inside her, and meeting no resistance, pushed it further up.

  Megan gasped.

  God, she was so wet. So responsive. Was she like this with Alex too?

  He swiped his thumb over her clit.

  Megan yelped into his mouth and came. Her orgasm was swift, a series of sharp, hard convulsions as her inner walls tightened over his digit, and then she relaxed again.

  It left him reeling.

  Fuck that. He wasn’t ready for the orgasm to die away. More. He wanted more. Wanted to wrench another orgasm from her loins, make her groan in his mouth. Des massaged her clit as he fucked her relentlessly with his finger, kissing her the entire time.

  It worked. She convulsed once more. A few powerful clenches of her pussy walls as she groaned into his mouth, and then residual tremors shook her body.

  “Christ…” He couldn’t finish his thought, couldn’t speak. He’d never been with a more responsive woman, never been so freaking aroused. His balls ached more with every quiver in her pussy.

  Another one. He had to wring another orgasm from her before he sank into her hot, wet depths.

  He pulled his mouth away from hers and rubbed her clit in small, soft circles, asserting more pressure than he had before. “One more time, Meggy-mine.”

  He’d make her come a hundred times if his cock would let him. But the damn thing pulsed against his stomach, demanding attention, making him dizzy.

  “One more, and then you are all mine,” he promised.

  He slid in a second finger and pumped.

  Meg flung her head back, her curls falling down her back and over his arm which supported her. Her mouth was open, her eyes closed. Her skin had flushed a deep pink.

  Alex had been a real sport about sharing Meg. It was only fair to somehow include Alex in the action now. “Watch her, Al,” Des growled. “She’s about to climax on my hand a third time.”

  “I’m watching,” came Alex’s hoarse response. “I can’t stop watching.”

  Meg cried out and came again.

  “Christ, she’s so wet,” Des said as Meg’s juices trickled over his hand. “So fucking hot.” He inhaled a few times, trying to regain his balance, his control. “How do you stop from orgasming before you’re even inside her?”

  He could blow right here, right now, without her even touching him.

  “I don’t always.” Alex gave a husky laugh. “As you’ve just witnessed.”

  “Compare notes later,” Meg snapped. At least Des assumed she’d tried to snap, but her voice was clogged with desire, and the command came out as a feverish plea.

  “As you wish.” He plucked her up and lay her on the couch. Half of him wanted to kneel on the floor, bury his head between her legs and lick up all that delicious cream. The other half demanded he take her, claim her. Fuck her. Make her his.

  The latter half won. He lay on top of her, using his arms to support his upper body. The couch was too narrow for this, but he didn’t care. He’d make do.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  He didn’t have to ask twice. Her thighs wound around his hips and she arched her back, dragging her sodden pussy over his cock. He exhaled in a long, shuddering breath and pushed into her an inch.

  “Oh, God. Desmond!” She convulsed around him, her fourth orgasm in as many minutes.

  “Jesus, Meggy.” He didn’t wait for the spasms to pass. He slammed into her, burying himself as deep inside as he could get, relishing the clenching of her muscles around his cock. They clutched him as he pulled out, and they caught and held as he swept back in.

  Des let her
ride out the climax before he drove into her again. She was too damn tight to move anyway. He’d lose control if he had to struggle against the force of her orgasm.

  Meg panted beneath him as her pussy relaxed.

  Thank fucking God for small miracles. Des withdrew and stroked into her, her channel slick and welcoming. It offered no resistance as he pulled out and plunged back in, found a rhythm and moved with it.

  His brain could hardly compute the facts. He was fucking his best friend. Making love to Meg. His Meggy. He was inside her, making her come, making her scream with pleasure.

  Dear God. He’d never believed the day would arrive.

  He gazed down at her flushed face. Air rushed from her lips, mingling with his breath. Her curls were a wild mess on the couch cushions, and her lips were as inviting as her pussy.

  A goddess. Sure as the night was dark, Meg was a goddess.

  “Look at me,” he whispered.

  Her lids took forever to open, and when they did, she gazed up at him with sensual, desire-filled eyes that had him lengthening inside her.

  “Is this real, Meggy?” Maybe it was another wet dream. Fuck knew he’d had a million of them these past weeks.

  “I…I’m not sure.” She squeezed her muscles around his cock, as though checking to see if he were really there. “God, yes!”

  Whether her words were an answer or a cry of pleasure he wasn’t sure.

  He stroked in and out of her, couldn’t help herself. “Feels too damn good to be real.”

  “If it’s a dream, don’t wake me.”

  Her voice was bewitching. Low, smoky and tantalizing. Like a caress down his spine.

  “If this were a dream, I’d be fucking you too.” Alex said wryly. “I’d be balls-deep in your ass right now. But you emptied me, baby. I’m spent. So yeah, this is real.”

  “Al?” She twisted her hips, taking Des in deeper as he plunged into her.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Your dream becomes a reality next.” She looked into Des’s eyes, connecting them while she addressed Alex. “I want you balls-deep in my ass too.” She blinked. “While Des fucks me.”