Three of a Kind

by Jess Dee

  “Meg,” Des gasped. “Fuck…” She was driving him insane, fueling the fire that already burned like an inferno in his stomach.

  Come. He had to make her come again.

  It was the sole purpose of his life. His reason for being. He had to give Meg another orgasm. One that didn’t include Alex.

  He slipped his hand between their waists and found her clit. It didn’t take much. A little pressure as he fucked her and she dissolved with a sharp yelp.

  Again he was trapped, clenched in her convulsions, unable to move.

  He grit his teeth. Sweat poured from his chest as she milked him, her orgasm teasing his out.

  No way. Not ready. Can’t come yet.

  He rode her shudders, waited until they’d passed and then asked, “You like that, Meggy?”

  “S-so much.”

  “Want me to make you come again?”

  Her answer was a hissed yes. “Want you both to make me come.”

  Jealousy flared in his chest. “Not Alex. Not this time. It’s just me inside you now.”

  “You’re in my pussy.” She licked her lips. “Alex is in my head.”

  “But he’s not touching you. I am. I’m the one making you come.” He sounded competitive and childish, but he didn’t care.

  “He doesn’t need to touch me.” Meg’s lips broadened into a satisfied smile. “Knowing he’s watching is enough to make me sizzle inside.”

  “I am watching, baby,” Alex said. “I’m watching every move. Every orgasm. You’re so fucking hot, you’re making me crazy.”

  “Do you still love me, Al?”

  “God, yes,”

  “Even knowing Des is the one fucking me?”

  This answer took longer to come than the last. “I’m jealous as all hell. I wish it was me.”

  “It will be,” she promised. “Soon.”

  “I love you, baby. But if it were anyone other than Des inside you right now, I’d walk away.”

  Meg smiled up at Des, melting his heart. “It’s not anyone else. It’s Des. My friend.” She rolled her hips, taking him deeper.

  Much as he wanted to move, pull out of her and ram himself back in, he didn’t. He was still too fucking green with jealousy. “Prove it.”

  “Prove what?”

  “Prove that Alex can make you come just by looking at you.”

  “You sure?”

  “Oh, yeah.” He’d prove it was all him. He was the only one making her horny as hell.

  She rolled her head over and looked in Alex’s direction.

  “You feeling okay, baby?” the other man asked.

  She nodded. “Better than okay.”

  “You know what I’d do if that was my cock in there?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was a long sigh. “God, yes.”

  “Then pretend it’s me. Think about what I’d be doing.”

  As Des watched, Meg’s eyes closed, her hips jerked and her inner walls flexed around his cock, once, twice, a third time. She emitted a long, low moan, contracted the muscle of her pussy and…

  Came.

  She fucking came, on his cock, thinking about Alex.

  Only this time the convulsions were not quick and sharp. They were long and languorous and went on and on. Pissed off as he was, Des could not keep still. Damn it! He pulled out and thrust back into her, his cock swamped by her climaxing pussy. By God, it felt unbelievable. Unfuckingbelievable.

  He drove into her again and again, unable to stop. Her climax, brought about by another man, was going to make him come too. Hard.

  Back and forward he rocked, plunging into her repeatedly. Her walls grasped him, caressed him, called him back. He was out of control, moving too slow, too fast, too soft, too hard.

  God, she felt amazing. Slick and wet and tight and fanbloodytastic.

  She cried out his name and Alex’s, and Alex answered, calling her name. Still she climaxed, her pussy undulating around him, begging for his release.

  He couldn’t stop it, no longer wanted to. Trapped in her convulsing channel, he came. So fucking hard he thought he might have a stroke.

  He emptied himself deep inside her, the orgasm every bit as mind-blowing as he’d ever fantasized. He came inside his best friend. Inside the woman who’d climaxed around his cock while imagining it belonged to her other lover.

  Implausible. Impossible. And fucking incredible. The most unbelievable orgasm ever.

  He collapsed on top of her as the final spasms in her pussy died away, and she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.

  Long moments passed in her arms, in heaven, before a hand pulled at his shoulder.

  Alex.

  “Move over.”

  Every instinct yelled no, but Des forced himself to reconsider. Alex had shared, Meg had shared. So far, he was the only selfish ass in the room. Much as it went against every grain of his being, he too had to share. Had to give Alex the access he required to Meg.

  Des dragged his postclimactic dick from her pussy, each movement extreme torture. Exhausted, he pushed himself off the couch and collapsed on his butt on the floor, leaving the way open for Alex.

  Alex turned her slightly towards him, then he knelt, naked, on the floor beside Des. He leaned over to brush his lips over hers.

  Meg smiled. “Hey.”

  “Hey, baby. You doing okay?”

  “Oh, yeah. More than.”

  “Was it good?”

  She sighed. “So very, very good.”

  “Show me.”

  “Hmmm?”

  Alex was hard, his cock standing erect and proud. “Show me what he did to you, baby. I wanna see.”

  Des swallowed. He’d never have considered looking, but now that Al brought it up, damn it, he also wanted to see.

  “Anything you want.” Meg smiled her Meg-a-watt smile and opened her legs to Alex’s gaze.

  Des stared, dazed, at her puffy pussy.

  Alex groaned, drawing Des’s attention.

  He looked up at the man.

  Alex’s eyes burned. His cock thumped against his stomach.

  Meg moaned breathlessly before his heated gaze.

  Des watched Alex. Couldn’t take his eyes off him.

  “God, your pussy’s so wet.” Alex licked his lips. “So pink and swollen. It’s pulsing, over and over, leaking juice onto your thighs.”

  Meg raised her knees higher, spread her legs wider.

  “Was he that good?” Alex asked.

  Meg whimpered. “Better.”

  Des’s chest expanded.

  Alex nodded. “I can see. Did you come hard?”

  “Very,” Meg wheezed.

  “Good for you, baby,” Alex praised her.

  “Very good for me.” Meg chuckled softly, telling them both she’d deliberately misunderstood.

  Before her laugh died down, Alex buried his face between her legs.

  Fucking hell!

  Meg shrieked but resisted not at all. Another red flush crept over her neck and cheeks. Her nipples hardened again, and her eyes fluttered closed.

  Alex’s moan was muffled, but Des couldn’t miss the slurps or licking sounds as he worked her with his mouth. And then Meg was crying out again and shaking helplessly on the couch as another orgasm ripped through her body.

  Her nipples poked upward and she arched her back, pushing herself harder against Alex’s face. Alex was merciless. He didn’t even stop to take a breath.

  Meg’s violent shaking continued, on and on, until she finally gasped and rolled over, pushing Alex away.

  Alex lifted his head, licked his lips then wiped his mouth, a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

  He nodded at Des. “She’s always this sensitive, this responsive after sex. It’s a handy trick to know.”

  Des
gawked at Alex, unsure what was more astounding. The idea that the man had told him that little tidbit or the fact that Meg’s orgasm had sent blood gushing back down to his cock, making him semihard again.

  Chapter Six

  The feathery sensation against her cheek roused her.

  Megan opened one sleepy eye, scanned her surroundings, and then let the other drift open.

  She smiled. “You’re naked.”

  Des smiled back. His fingers were on her cheek. “So are you.”

  She reached out to trail a hand over his chest, running her fingers over the solid lines of his six-pack. His torso was hairless and absolutely gorgeous.

  “I’ve never seen you without clothes before.” The closest she’d gotten to such a treat was their weekend or holiday trips to the beach. Des filled a pair of boardies better than any man ever had. Except maybe Alex. Although she hadn’t been to the beach with Alex yet, so it wasn’t fair to compare.

  “Disappointed?”

  “God, no.” She pressed her hand over his heart, savored its thudding against her palm. “You’re beautiful.”

  He exhaled shakily.

  Good grief. Had he been holding his breath? Ridiculous. Fully clothed, the man was breathtaking. Naked, he made her knees weak.

  “So are you,” he whispered, his gaze filled with reverence.

  She grinned at him.

  “I’m sorry I woke you.”

  “You didn’t. I wasn’t sleeping. Just…resting.” Dear God. After what Des and Alex had squeezed out of her, she’d had no choice. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had with Des, and she had not an ounce of energy left in her body. Which was quite unacceptable, considering all the delightful, naughty activities she had planned for the three of them.

  “Where’s Alex?” She scrutinized his face for any sign of resentment at the mention of his name.

  She saw nothing. Not resentment, but not acceptance either. Des simply hid his thoughts about Alex from her.

  “He’s running you a bath. We thought you’d appreciate one.”

  Steamy hot water to unwind in? Yum. “You were right.”

  “It’ll be ready in about five minutes.”

  “Perfect.” She watched him watch her. Let the love she’d suppressed for so long shine in her eyes.

  Her adoration was reflected right back at her, his love a warm trickle of syrup running down her skin.

  “Des?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For staying. Tonight.”

  His lips twitched. “This is my house. I didn’t have a choice.”

  “Yes. You did. You could have said no.” Thank God he hadn’t. The wait for his decision had played hell with her emotions. Panic struck her just remembering. While Alex had accepted her suggestion of a threesome with relative ease, Des had not just hesitated, he’d been visibly shocked.

  She’d waited, heart pounding, for him to deny her. Expected the word No to fall from his swollen, kissable lips. When he’d agreed to her proposition she’d almost fainted with relief. She would have passed out if she hadn’t been so hell-bent on finally making love to Des. She’d waited four years. She had not been prepared to wait one more minute. Not when she had both Alex’s and Des’s approval.

  “I could have,” he said at length. “But I didn’t.”

  “Are you okay with your decision?” Please, don’t let him be having regrets now.

  Des framed her face with his hands and placed a sweet, sensual kiss on her lips. “I love you, Meggy-mine. I could never regret making love to you.”

  “You really do, don’t you?” Even now, after the mind-boggling sex they’d shared on this very couch, she couldn’t quite believe Des loved her. After all this time loving him from afar, his reciprocated feelings seemed like a dream. A very nice dream, mind you, but a dream nevertheless.

  “I love you so much it hurts just to look at you.”

  She shook her head violently. “It shouldn’t hurt. It should make you happy.”

  “It does, sweetheart. It’s just that seeing you fills me with an ache so intense, so deep, I can’t breathe from wanting you.”

  Ah. Okay then. Let it hurt. “I ache for you too,” she whispered. Her body churned with low-grade desire. A need that squeezed through her chest, yanking on her breasts. It cut a trail down into her stomach, where it tugged relentlessly on her pussy, making it weep at the emptiness inside her.

  “We’ll ease the pain. Together. I promise.” Des tucked his arms beneath her and lifted her up, snuggling her to his chest. “Later. After your bath.” He walked with her down his passageway.

  She burrowed her cheek into his shoulder, inhaled his musky scent. “Together with Alex.”

  His sigh was soft but audible. “Together with Alex. Whatever it takes to ease the pain.”

  A second pair of arms wrapped around her, taking her weight. Des released her.

  “Alex,” she whispered, delighted beyond words to see him.

  “Hey, baby.” He hugged her close and then bent over, lowering her until warm, wet ripples licked at her back. Gently as he could, he settled her in the bath. Steamy water enveloped her, and she relaxed into the calming, heated depths.

  Bliss.

  She let the water lap over her, soothe her.

  Des and Alex couldn’t have thought up a better plan. A bath was just what she needed.

  “Have I told you lately I love you?” she asked the dark-haired man as he sat on the side of the tub, watching her with broody eyes.

  “You have.” He nodded. “You’ve told me and Des both.”

  Something squeezed at her heart. “Should I have lied?” Maybe she should have pretended she felt nothing for Des. Walked away and never looked at him again. Preserved herself for Alex alone.

  He blinked and his gaze softened. “No. Never.”

  Lucky, because she could never have walked away from Des. “Just as well. I couldn’t have withheld the truth from either of you anyway.”

  “It’s part of what makes me love you so much. Your honesty.” Alex worried his lower lip. “Is this what you want, baby? Both of us?”

  God, yes! “It is.”

  Megan desired them both, loved them both—equally, but differently.

  Alex was her lover before her friend. They’d not had the chance to develop a camaraderie as deep and eternal as the one she shared with Des. But they’d had time—endless, exquisite nights—to discover each other as lovers. Learn each other’s needs and desires, and fill them in as many ways as possible. The companionship that blossomed between them as a result was rooted in love and trust and would continue to grow and flower.

  Des was her friend before her lover. She knew him almost as well as she knew herself, shared his humor and his love of fun. But his passions and hungers were a mystery to her. She longed to learn more about his sexual needs, yearned for his touch and his kisses. Their friendship would surely provide a basis of love and respect upon which they could explore their physical needs.

  “It’s exactly what I want. Both of you,” she told Alex.

  Having both of them shouldn’t be an option. In principle, loving two men seemed so wrong, so…immoral, so against everything society dictated. In practice it felt right. Openly loving both of them was as natural as breathing. It shouldn’t be, but it was.

  She watched Alex carefully. “But this isn’t just about me. It’s about you and Des as well. I can’t be the only one who wants this.”

  He didn’t respond.

  “Do you want this, Al?” He’d acquiesced earlier. Was he besieged with second thoughts now?

  “I want you, Megan,” he said at last. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much. Ever.” He nodded, reinforcing his words. “I’ll take you however I can get you. If tha
t means I have to share you with Des…” He shrugged. “So be it.”

  Her heart swelled with relief. “It’s not just about wanting for me. It’s about love too. I love you, Al. I love you so very, very much.”

  He smiled. “I know you do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe it.”

  “Can you go through with it though?” She had to ask. “Can you make love to me while Des is inside me too?”

  Alex made a funny sound. Not a laugh, but close. “Look at me.” He sat up straight, moved his arms to his side and pointed at his groin with both hands. His cock stood ramrod straight, thick and hard against his stomach. “The idea of it, of loving you with another man? Of seeing you explode around both of us? Yeah, baby. I can go through with it. I can’t fucking wait.”

  Megan couldn’t talk. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him, wanting his cock in her mouth.

  Alex must have read the intentions in her expression, because he gripped his dick and squeezed hard. “Uh-uh.” He warned. “This time I’m not sitting on the sidelines. This time I’m in all the way.”

  Megan took a great, gasping breath of air. “God help me,” she whispered. “I need you in all the way.”

  “Bath’s over!” It was Des who pulled the plug, under the surprised gasps of the other two.

  “What?” he challenged. “You think you’re the only ones ready for this?”

  Megan found herself lying face-up on Des’s bed in a matter of minutes. While Alex made love to her mouth, kissing her with a passion that blew her mind, Des focused on her pussy. He spread her legs wide and tucked in, settled down to a feast of her lower lips and clit.

  “Meggy,” he groaned between licks and sips. “Christ, you taste better than I ever imagined.”

  Her orgasm built fast. With the combination of Alex’s mouth on her lips, his hands teasing her breasts and Des’s tongue in her pussy, she was fit to explode in seconds.

  She fought it off.

  No way was she coming this soon. She wanted the build-up. The slow—or fast, as it may be—climb to ecstasy. She wasn’t giving in to the short, sharp convulsions that had overwhelmed her earlier. This time she was counting on one big O, and she wanted it with both men inside her.

  “Too much,” she wheezed, and pushed Des’s head away.