Party of Three: A H.O.T. Cops Novel

by Lacey Alexander

  And so as she stood on the small kitchen chair in her revealing new lingerie between her two lovers, she recognized something she hadn’t before: a strange pull between them, a silent little game of tug-of-war. Each of them wanting her to experience the pleasure they could both deliver, but each also ultimately wanting her for himself.

  It changed everything.

  For the worse. Because now, whatever sex they shared from this point forward would be colored with the same tension Rogan had heaped on her in the forest even as he’d filled her with his hard cock. She would feel a little torn, maybe confused.

  But it also changed things for the better. Because as much as she didn’t want any conflict, any confusion—at the same time, what woman didn’t wish to be desired? Not just sexually but for her whole self? And to be desired that way by two men she’d loved and cared for … well, of every idea and physical sensation she’d found overwhelming since this party had begun, this felt like the ultimate. To know the two men who would fuck her tonight also wanted her in deeper ways, wanted her for keeps.

  “I want some more cheesecake,” Rogan said, even as he peered up at her, his eyes dark with intent. “But I want you at the same time.”

  And with that, he reached toward the table, dipped his finger into the remaining half of the cheesecake, then turned to smudge it directly onto her nipple. She sucked in her breath at the unexpectedness of it, the creamy goo cool and moist on her sensitive skin. Then he repeated the motion, dabbing more onto her other breast.

  “One for me, one for Ethan,” he told her.

  When Rogan flicked a quick glance in Ethan’s direction, it pulled Mira’s attention there, as well. Her boyfriend had stayed quiet for the past few moments, but now he appeared completely transfixed by the little game that had just begun between them.

  And then it struck her: What else did you do at birthday parties besides eat cake and open presents? You played games. And it appeared that portion of tonight’s party was starting in an unexpected way.

  But maybe the most interesting part to Mira was the strange sensation that now, she had no idea who would win.

  Chapter 13

  Her pussy spasmed as both men stepped forward at the same time. Her height on the chair was just above what would have been ideal for this, but it was close enough, making it so that Ethan and Rogan had to raise their chins and look up in order to lick the cheesecake from her tits. And peering down on them—and oh God, absorbing the feel of their mouths on her, there, at the same time—was positively scintillating.

  Neither rushed the act, making slow, thorough work of it that echoed through her breasts and outward, like little starbursts exploding inside her and then slowly sparkling away. A well-pleasured sigh left her as she found herself threading her hands through both men’s hair, not only to keep her balance—the sensations made her a little unsteady—but because looking down and seeing them each working over one breast again gave her a sense of power, a sense of being the center of them, and she wanted to bask in that, hold them there for a moment, let them know how much she liked them there.

  When finally they both backed off, leaving her nipples and the surrounding flesh sticky and shiny, Rogan again reached behind him to dab new blobs of cheesecake onto each of her breasts. She drew in her breath, watching as her two men resumed carefully licking the soft, cheesy mix away, then sucking firmly, deeply, on the pink nipples—darkened and fully engorged. It struck her then that for all the wild sex she’d shared with them in the last twenty-four hours, there hadn’t been many times when she’d been able to see them both side-by-side, pleasuring her together—at least not since she’d fully embraced all of this—and watching them both suck her tits turned her on all the more.

  After her breasts had been very thoroughly cleaned of cheesecake a second time, Rogan placed his hands at her hips and said, “Hold on to my shoulders, babe,” then smoothly lowered her to the floor. After which he instructed, “Sit down,” pointing to the chair she’d just stood on.

  She found herself in that moment looking to Ethan. Rogan had somehow taken control here, his voice low but brimming with authority as surely as if someone had appointed him boss, and she felt the need to make sure his commands were okay with Ethan. Especially after what had happened earlier in the woods. She had to remember Ethan was the one who’d thrown this party; he was the one she had to thank for all this phenomenal ecstasy.

  But Ethan just gave her a quick, barely perceptible nod, so apparently he didn’t feel threatened by Rogan taking over.

  Okay, good. Because the truth was … she liked it. She liked the trading off of authority. Ever since last night, she’d felt almost as if they passed it around among the three of them—sometimes Ethan guided them, sometimes it was her, and at other moments Rogan took over. And she’d always found Rogan’s dominant side particularly arousing, so it suited her fine right now.

  The second she sat down, he said, “Spread your legs so we can see that hot little cunt.”

  She did, still rather enjoying the way it felt to be wearing panties but at the same time putting her pussy on blatant display. As Ethan and Rogan took in the sight, she found herself glancing down as well, and as she’d noticed before, the butterfly on the crotchless thong seemed to be spreading its wings to reveal the pink folds of her open slit. And open her flesh definitely was—not just from parting her legs, but because she was excited and swollen there. She thought it looked almost as if the butterfly rested on a blooming flower of female flesh.

  “Damn,” Ethan murmured—the first word he’d said in a while. But it heated her skin even more to know he was as turned on as Rogan.

  Rogan’s dark eyes settled on her pussy, as well, and having their hungry gazes on her caused that part of her body to practically weep with want. A want that Rogan wasted no time in satisfying.

  Turning back to the messy cheesecake, he scooped up a whole handful, dropped to his knees between her legs, and smeared it down the center of her cunt like someone applying stucco on a wall. It felt sticky and cool for the second it was there before he leaned in to begin licking and eating it away.

  A jagged sigh left her, then a small whimper, as the pleasure vibrated in waves through her body. Her breasts felt swollen, the lavender fabric that framed them growing tighter, snugger than before. She held on to the seat of the chair with both hands. “God,” she whispered, her voice thready. “Oh … oh God.”

  As she watched Rogan literally eat her pussy, his hands pressed firmly to her inner thighs as if he feared she might try to close her legs at any moment, she began to sink into the pleasure still deeper, giving herself over to it. And at the same time, she grew aware of wanting more.

  She’d been watching Rogan the whole time—oh Lord, he’d just sucked the cheesecake off her clit and now ran his tongue in small circles around it—but something, maybe that desire for more, made her lift her gaze to Ethan. Their eyes met darkly, but she didn’t let hers linger there for long—instead she found them descending to his khaki shorts, wondering if he was hard.

  She pulled in her breath—both as a response to Rogan’s ministrations and the fact that, mmm, Ethan’s dick indeed made a tent, even in the loose-fitting shorts.

  “E,” she beckoned him, her voice perhaps silkier than she’d ever heard it, “Maybe I want some more cheesecake, too. Will you put some on your cock and feed it to me?”

  She heard his heated exhale. His cheeks appeared lightly flushed. He said nothing in reply—just responded by ripping his T-shirt off over his head, then unzipping his shorts and letting them drop.

  She grew still more excited seeing how big his erection looked in his white boxer briefs, even forcing the elastic out from his waist. Kicking off his shoes as he stepped free of the shorts, he then shoved down his underwear, as well, finally putting that hard and handsome cock on display. She heard an mmm waft through the room and realized it had come from her.

  Down below, Rogan still licked her, and within her the pleasure
spread and the hot tension rose higher and higher. Oh God, she might come soon.

  But just then, he backed off.

  And she let out a breath, her cunt feeling abandoned.

  Yet that’s when she realized he only wanted more cheesecake. Okay. And thank God. She still felt impatient, though, as he smeared more of the mushy dessert into her swollen folds—until finally he sank his mouth back onto her again. Yes.

  And then—oh God, yes, yes, yes—there was Ethan, using his fingers to smudge still more of her birthday cake onto his erection, struggling a little to make it stay, but then holding the shaft down level and turning back toward her. By which time she’d never felt more ravenous in her life.

  “Open wide,” he said.

  And she couldn’t help thinking everything about him looked utterly delicious in that moment—not just his cheesecake-covered cock, but his entire body from head to toe.

  Turning to face him, she found that lovely erection at the perfect height for her mouth. And peering up at him, she did exactly as he’d instructed, opening as wide as she could.

  Cradling his hardened length in his palm, he leaned in, positioned the rounded tip at her parted lips, and then slowly fed it into her waiting mouth, inch by thick inch.

  The taste of the creamy cheesecake filled her senses, and the combination of having two things she loved so much in her mouth at the same time felt like an explosion of pleasure on her tongue. She heard herself moaning around the shaft that moved in and out now and—oh God—for a few insanely hot and perfect minutes, her delight was so complete that she nearly forgot where she was, forgot what was happening, as she simply let all the sensations assaulting her spread through her body like hot flowing lava.

  Below, Rogan’s ministrations were making her wild—she fucked his mouth vigorously now even as Ethan fucked hers. She didn’t think about if she was undulating against him too hard, if he liked it or didn’t like it. She was consumed now by her own pleasure, and—mmm—by the mounting need to come.

  And oh Lord, it was getting so, so close. She whimpered around Ethan’s rock-solid erection as it filled the confines of her mouth, as he thrust gently but firmly toward her throat. She drove her hotly swollen pussy toward Rogan’s face, and—yes—he sucked her clit and the surrounding flesh, pulling on it again, again.

  “Oh—oh God!” she yelled, releasing Ethan’s cock from her lips as the orgasm crashed through her. It came jagged and rough, jerking her body even as her hands remained clamped tight on the wooden chair below her. She cried out over and over as the hot pulses shook her, claiming control of her entire being for those few long, outrageous seconds. Oh, what a climax!

  And then it was fading and she was suddenly going limp, slumping over, barely able to keep upright. Maybe it was the combined exertions of the day or maybe it was the power of that hot, hard orgasm, but whatever the reason—Lord, she felt utterly spent.

  “Help me lay her back on the table,” she heard Rogan say then.

  And she just blinked. Jesus God—more?

  Of course, a few minutes ago, she’d wanted more, craved more—but now she longed for rest.

  And still she felt both men leading her to her feet, turning her around, and lifting her ass onto the table. She grew vaguely aware of Rogan pushing aside plates and what remained of their dessert—though she was more cognizant of Ethan locking the fingers of both his hands through hers, meeting her gaze, and pushing her to her back as Rogan had instructed. And somehow, even as exhausted as she was, the heat in her boyfriend’s eyes somehow reassured her, brought her back to life inside. Remember: This is the one and only time you get to do this. It all ends tomorrow, so grab more of it now.

  “I know you’re tired, babe,” Rogan murmured above her, “but you don’t have to do a thing besides lie back and enjoy.”

  “I want it,” she assured him. “Everything.”

  And what happened after that felt like a dream. Maybe because she was simply so wrung out from the whole crazy, lust-packed day—or maybe that was just the kind of pleasure her men began to deliver.

  She heard them speaking low but didn’t bother trying to make out the words, and she soon became aware of more cheesecake being smeared between her breasts. Then her body was being straddled, a hard cock landing between the two mounds of flesh. She looked up to see Rogan hovering above her, felt his strong hands close around her tits to lift them up around his length. And mmm, the cheesecake did help make for a smooth, slick glide. She heard her own sigh as pleasure began to fully override fatigue.

  And then—oh!—Ethan’s cock entered the picture again, too, coming over her shoulder, rubbing across her taut nipple. Finding the strength to lift her head slightly, she loved what she saw: both of those majestic cocks so close together, and there solely for her pleasure. She let out a moan at the mere sight. And then, in her still-dreamlike state, she realized Rogan was gone, pulling away, lifting off her—but she found Ethan leaning down, licking a path between her breasts to capture the cheesecake Rogan’s dick had left behind.

  A few minutes later, one of them—she’d lost track of who, having shut her eyes for a short time to simply bask in the pleasure—wiped a smudge of cheesecake onto her other nipple. She opened her eyes in time, however, to watch as Ethan rubbed his erection across the hardened peak, leaving it stickier with still more cheesecake—before Rogan bent to lick the sweet remnants away.

  She studied Rogan as he ran his tongue around the pointed tip of her breast, and then Ethan held a bite of the creamy cake down to her mouth on one fingertip and she sucked it off, letting his finger stay in her mouth even after the sweet taste was gone.

  Despite the push/pull she’d sensed between the two men before that, the languid pleasures taking place now seemed like … the ultimate form of sharing, Rogan and Ethan each literally eating what was left behind by the other’s cock.

  As they continued to move over her and around her, simply playing with her body, exploring it with hands, mouths, and penises, she experienced a fresh and intense awareness of them both, of everything about them. Rogan had shed his clothes now, too, and she loved the sight of their gorgeous bare male torsos above her, around her. She studied the thin line of hair that expanded below Ethan’s navel to make a dark nest below from which his erection sprouted. She took in the unshaven stubble on Rogan’s face that sometimes abraded her skin. She noticed Ethan’s own normally flat nipples now sported hard little peaks, as well. And she examined the individual spikes of Rogan’s barbed wire tattoo. All were parts of them with which she was very familiar, and yet right now, when placed side-by-side, something in them cumulatively felt brand new and almost shockingly beautiful.

  Even so, though, inside she resumed feeling oddly torn. She found herself imagining some perfect world that was … well, this world, the world of this weekend, the world she knew in this cabin, where she could truly have them both. Not just physically—but also emotionally. A place where she didn’t have to worry about that part, about which one she loved, which one she wanted more—a place where the sharing was that complete. Only … it wouldn’t last, this real, true sharing, this sense of wanting to love them both and wanting them both to love her.

  And then Ethan was bending over her, kissing her. Which must mean it was Rogan now between her legs, his warm hands prying them apart. And … oh, oh God, what was he doing? She thought from the sensation that he was … she could only describe it as spanking her pussy with his cock. The shockingly stimulating little blows came in fast succession, slapping softly against her most sensitive skin, and … God, who knew something like that could feel so ridiculously good?

  She began to moan against Ethan’s warm kisses, and her pleasure grew when his hand closed over her breast, kneading rhythmically.

  And then—mmm, God—another hand came on her other breast, but this one was harder and she knew instinctively that it belonged to Rogan. He pinched and pulled at her nipple, making her nearly yelp into Ethan’s mouth, all while he contin
ued that ever-so-kinky little spanking, his erection landing directly on her clit over and over.

  Until finally she couldn’t kiss anymore. And she heard herself letting out low noises with each little smack. And Ethan’s voice hovered above her saying, “Oh baby, does that feel good? You’re so hot, so fucking hot,” and then, before she could even fully process it, she came again.

  This orgasm wasn’t hard and jerky like the last one—no, this one was just as wildly intense and pleasurable, yet it flowed smoothly through her body like a pulsing river of euphoria, lasting far longer than usual. The unexpected climax was absolute … perfection. Not only because of the way it coursed through her so sublimely, but also because of how she felt so completely and honestly shared by them just now. She knew that part wasn’t real, could never be truly real—not on the level she’d been fantasizing about—but oh, it had been nice to imagine it for a few glorious, ecstatic minutes.

  When her howls of pleasure finally quieted and she again lay spent on the table, only the sound from the retro radio station remained—Marvin Gaye sang “Sexual Healing.”

  After a moment, she sat up and looked around. Cheesecake smeared the table—and the chair where she’d sat. What remained of the birthday cake was a pile of mush now on one corner of the table. All three of them studied it for a minute—until Rogan said, “That’s okay, I didn’t want any more anyway,” making them all laugh softly. Then he switched his gaze to Mira. “But I want some more of that hot pussy I just spanked to orgasm.”

  She sucked in her breath. There was a part of her that honestly feared she couldn’t take anymore fucking tonight.

  But thankfully … there was a bigger part of her that knew she could.

  So when Rogan reached for her hand and drew her upright, she sat up willingly—even ready. For whatever came next. She was too tired to think, to concoct anything she herself wanted, but she was curious—and even happy—to see what he had in mind.