by Eden Bradley
He says, his voice low, the words coming out slowly, like satin, like water, “I’m going to go down on you, Bettina. I can’t wait. To feel you on my tongue. To taste you. I bet you taste like sugar.”
I moan, unable to speak.
He smiles, and brushes one fingertip over my mound. I arch, squirm.
Audrey lifts her head to kiss my cheek, my lips, briefly. “Oh, this is going to be so good, baby.”
She shifts, until she is lying next to me, her naked body pressed against my side, and she loops one leg over mine, her wet sex open against my thigh. She feels like damp velvet, and I want to touch her, to press my fingers into her hot and eager hole, but I can’t move.
“Kiss me, Bettina,” she says, lowering her mouth over mine.
Her tongue slips inside, twines with mine. And she is sweet and demanding all at the same time, her lips lush and soft. Lovely. As she kisses me harder, Jack slides his fingers along my wet slit, and I groan into Audrey’s mouth.
“Ah, beautiful,” Jack murmurs. “Just keep kissing her, Aud. Just like that…”
Then his fingers are brushing my pussy lips once more, parting them, holding them open. And I cannot believe how this feels: Audrey’s wet mouth on mine, her tongue pushing inside, and Jack’s fingers as they slide over my sex. Everything is so wet, so slick, like the ocean thundering outside. Like the desire pouring in a steaming tide through my body. And when Jack pushes his fingers into me, I almost come off the bed, Audrey’s weight on my right side the only thing holding me down.
A small chuckle from Jack, then I feel his warm breath between my legs. I tense, waiting, and as his tongue flicks at my hard clit, Audrey moans, lifts her head, biting her lip, her white teeth coming down on that plush, red flesh. Raising my head, I can see that Jack has his fingers buried in her pussy as he begins to lick mine. I fall back on the bed, out of my head with lust. Sensation overload. I am paralyzed by it: Jack’s hot, licking tongue on my clit, Audrey grinding into my thigh. I can feel Jack’s hand there as he moves in and out of her.
I can no longer lie still, just taking it. I reach up and fill my palm with Audrey’s full breast until I find her nipple. Taking the swollen tip between my fingers, I tug. She closes her eyes, moans. I know she loves this, this rough play with her nipples. I pinch and she groans, low in her throat. And all the time Jack’s mouth is on me, licking in long, slow strokes, torturing my sex with pleasure. And it’s too good, too exquisite, almost more than I can take.
But I will take it. And want more.
I arch my hips into Jack’s mouth.
“Please, Jack.”
“Your pussy is so damn wet,” he murmurs, pushing the tip of one finger inside, making me squirm. “Pink and wet. Like a flower in the rain.”
Then his mouth is there once more, his tongue sweeping over my clit, his fingers pushing into me, thrusting, fucking me. My hips move, pumping in rhythm with Audrey’s against my leg. And he is fucking us both with his fingers, his tongue like a hot lance on my pulsing clit. And Audrey is moaning above me, panting, about to come.
I reach up, bury my fingers in her hair, drag her face down to mine.
“Kiss me, Audrey,” I demand, surprised at myself, but too far gone with need to really care. All I know is what I want, what I need, desire cutting into me like some sweet-edged knife.
Jack pauses to whisper, “Fuck. Yes.”
Then he goes back to work, licking my clit, his fingers pumping. I pull Audrey in, and her mouth opens to mine. Her tongue is hot, sleek, like Jack’s tongue working my clit. Pleasure is rising, hard and fast, and I am shaking all over with it. Too much is happening; I can barely hold on. It is only Audrey’s slim body against mine that keeps me rooted to the earth. Because Jack is sucking my clit now, sucking, sucking, his fingers thrusting deep, into me, into Audrey.
She tenses, groans into my mouth, then her body is writhing, twisting, as she comes, her juices pooling on my leg, hot and sweet. Jack sucks hard on my clit, flicks his tongue over the tip, and with Audrey still coming, panting, my body explodes, pleasure hot, searing. I cry into Audrey’s mouth, against her tongue, and she kisses me harder while the fire of my climax rages through my system. My pussy is on fire, hot and pulsing, sending pleasure deep into my belly. I grind hard into Jack’s face, his fingers, as my climax shudders through me. It is endless, a force of nature.
Finally, Audrey goes limp, her face buried in my neck. I am still coming in small waves, and Jack is relentless, his sucking mouth on me, his fingers moving inside me. Until I, too, am weak, exhausted, the final quivers of pleasure shimmering, then fading away.
Jack rises up, kneeling back on his heels. His cock is hard and proud between his thighs. “My two beauties,” he says, smiling, desire darkening his eyes. “I need to fuck you now. I want you both.”
“Yes…” I can barely speak. “I need you, Jack.”
Audrey rolls off me, onto her back. “I want to watch you fuck Bettina,” she says. “I want to see her come again.”
She spreads her legs, and her hand goes between her thighs as she slips her fingers into her shaved pussy. Her gaze on Jack’s, she pulls them out, wet and shining, brings them to her lips, and sucks her fingertips. He moans.
“Come on, Jack. Fuck her while I watch. While I get myself off again. You know how I love that.”
I don’t even care about the implication that they’ve done this before, taken another girl into bed with them. No, what’s important is that I’m here with them now. That Jack is going to give me what I desire most.
He’s smiling at me, his teeth straight, gorgeous, as he reaches into the pillows and pulls out a condom, slips it onto his beautiful cock. All around us is the sea-scent of female come, mine and Audrey’s. And it seems to urge me on, to be a part of the driving need in my body. When Jack reaches for me, I go to him, love the feel of his strong arms snaking around my waist. He pulls me closer, right into his arms, and the hair on his chest softly scratches my naked breasts.
Jack whispers into my hair, “Oh, yes, have to have you, Bettina. Have to fuck you.”
I am shivering all over, hearing him say these things to me. Nothing has ever been hotter. My nipples are going hard once more already, my sex pulsing. I can hardly wait. I arch my hips into him, feel his erect cock against my thigh, and he lays me down on my back, his body draped over mine. And it is so damn good, his velvety skin on mine, his cock hard and strong pressing against my belly, and his scent, the scent of fresh laundry and male skin and the sharp edge of desire.
“I want to turn you over, take you from behind,” Jack says. “Do you like to be fucked that way, Bettina?”
“Yes…”
I’ll do whatever he wants, frankly. As long as I can feel him inside me. I spread my legs wider.
“Ah, nice,” he says.
Then he wraps his big hands around me and just turns me over, as though I weigh nothing. And I love the feeling of being taken over. I love to look up and see Audrey beside us, watching, her blue eyes gleaming, her hand between her thighs. Her face, her breasts, are flushed. She is too beautiful.
“Come on, Jack. Just do it.” Her voice is breathless.
Jack pulls my hips up, until I am on my knees, and he brushes my hair aside. He leans in and places a kiss on the back of my neck, making me tremble. Anticipation is like some wild aphrodisiac as the heat of his body closes in on me. Then his fingers part my drenched pussy lips and I feel his cock poised at the entrance to my body. I surge back, and he laughs, a low tone, and I feel it like the stroke of his fingers on my pussy lips. He is stroking, stroking, exquisite torture. But I want him, now.
“Don’t tease us, Jack,” Audrey says, and I moan in agreement. “See? You’re killing us both. Come on, Jack. I want to see you slide inside her.”
Another chuckle from him, then the swollen head of his cock pushes into me, making me gasp. He’s big, which I don’t normally like. But I’m so turned on, so soaking wet, I can take anything right now. And I j
ust want him, in a way I’ve never wanted anything in my life.
“Jack, please,” I beg.
“Tell me what you want, Bettina.”
“Jack…”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me. Just do it. I want it hard. Please.”
“Ah,” he moans, “you are perfect, my girl. My beautiful girl. Push back onto me, take me in. Yeah, that’s it.”
I do as he says, surging back, opening myself, my pussy swallowing his cock into my body, and pleasure washes over me. My knees are going weak, but Jack’s strong arms are wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him as he buries his cock inside me.
“Jack!”
“Oh, nice,” Audrey murmurs.
I look at her, and her fingers are deep inside her pussy, working, in and out, as Jack begins a gentle rhythm. She is focused on the two of us, watching Jack pump into me, and the pink flush is rising on her breasts, her nipples two dark red points. I want to touch them, to pull them into my mouth. But I am too paralyzed with the pleasure of Jack’s cock moving inside me. Even thinking about doing it drives me higher. And watching Audrey fuck herself with her hand is so damn erotic, making everything more intense.
When Jack reaches around to play with my clit, another stab of pleasure goes through me, and I have to close my eyes, shutting everything out but his cock thrusting deep into me, his clever fingers rubbing my clit.
I want him to fuck me forever, but I know I can’t hold back much longer. My eyes flutter open, and Audrey has let her legs fall wide. Her sex is open to me, pink and wet, her fingers pumping, her hips arching. And Jack is hard inside me, pushing deeper.
“Come, Bettina. I know you want to,” he says. “I can feel it. You are so damn wet, so tight. Come. And Audrey will come with you, won’t you, Aud?”
“Yes, I’m ready. Come on, baby. Come for us.”
And I do, my body trembling as waves of pleasure wash over me. My pussy clenches around Jack’s cock, over and over. And Audrey is crying out, her hand working between her spread thighs, her head falling back onto the pillows. And I am coming so damn hard, coming and coming.
“Oh, God…”
Jack is panting, thrusting into me. “Yeah, that’s it, beautiful girl, come on. Come all over my cock. Yeah…”
Then he tenses, cries out, and fucks me harder than ever, driving the last of my orgasm on as he comes. And as my body goes slack, Jack’s still-hard cock inside me, Audrey’s lambent gaze on mine, it is as though I’m in a dreamworld. Something all about touch and scent and the desire still pulsing like an ever-restless heat in my system.
Jack rolls off me, pulls me into his body, and Audrey curls up on my other side. It is such a lovely contrast: his hard, sculpted body and Audrey all soft and silky skin, her long hair tickling my shoulder a little. We are lazy with spent pleasure, the cooling evening air lovely on my heated skin.
As I catch my breath, I glance from Jack to Audrey and back again. Their eyes are closed, both of them. And I begin to think.
I don’t want to. I don’t want to know if this will happen again. If tomorrow things will go back to the way they were before, with Jack and Audrey together, and me alone. I don’t want to know.
Fuck.
Stop it!
Yes, I need to calm my mind and just enjoy the post-orgasm buzz in my veins, the heat of their bodies against mine, the sheer beauty of each of them, separately and collectively, which is nearly overwhelming.
Audrey sighs, turns onto her side, murmurs, “When do you think you can do it again, Jack?”
He laughs, reaches over me to smack her smooth bottom, making her yelp. “I’ll get to you soon enough, I promise. Give me a minute to recover.”
“Hey, I didn’t get mine yet.” Audrey mock pouts.
“Contrary to popular belief, I am not Superman,” Jack says. “Although I try.”
“And we appreciate it, don’t we, Bettina?”
I can’t help but grin, happy again, in the moment. “Yes, we do. But we’d appreciate it more if you’d do it again.”
“You two are dangerous together,” Jack says, grinning.
“We try,” Audrey purrs, then reaches for me, brushing her fingers over my breast. My nipple goes hard beneath her touch. “Maybe we can keep each other busy while Jack takes a few minutes. He can catch up with us later. What do you think, Bettina?”
I smile, cover her hand with mine, urging her fingers to my nipple, and she tugs. “I think that’s a brilliant idea.”
I can’t believe my body can become aroused again so quickly, so thoroughly. But it does. As Jack watches, Audrey lays her body over me, her breasts pressed against mine. She is unbelievably hot: her skin, her mouth as she lowers it to my throat, her tongue making lazy circles. There is something about the unrelenting pleasure, about the way my body has been heated and sated over and over again. I am really out of my head now. And I don’t care.
Audrey slides her thigh between mine, and her sex is slick and warm on my leg, and mine against hers.
“Oh, too nice,” Jack says quietly. “Can you make each other come for me?”
Audrey moans softly and kisses her way up my neck. “We can do anything you want, can’t we, Bettina?”
I nod, bite my lip as she lowers her head to take my nipple into her mouth. “Oh, yes.”
And it’s true. I would do anything for them. For Jack.
And it strikes me, even as Audrey moves down my body, her tongue leaving a trail of wet heat all over my skin, that it is Jack I really want.
Is it just that I’m afraid, once more, of what being with Audrey means? Or is it Jack himself?
But I can’t think now. Audrey has reached the apex of my thighs, and with Jack watching, his eyes glittering like shadowed emeralds, she pushes her tongue inside me. I gasp, arch into her mouth, pleasure swarming me.
Is this really happening?
Jack moves in closer, his palm stroking my belly. “Oh, yeah. Come, Bettina. Into her mouth. Come while I watch, both of you. Turn around, Audrey.”
She lifts her head, smiles and moves around until her sex is over my face. I reach behind me, prop my head with a pillow, and pull Audrey’s pussy to my mouth. She is wet, the scent of her desire, of her come from a few minutes ago, fresh and salty on my tongue. She’s moaning, her hips pumping as I push my tongue in and out of her, using my fingers to tease her clit.
“Jesus,” Jack murmurs.
Audrey is working my pussy like crazy, using her tongue, her fingers, thrusting into me, sucking on my clit, and I’m doing the same to her, both of us in a frenzy of desire, needing to come again. And I am acutely aware of Jack watching us, catch a glimpse of him kneeling on the bed beside us, stroking his lovely cock from the corner of my eye. And Audrey is grinding down onto my face now. I push my fingers deeper, hard into her dripping pussy, and she comes, her sex squeezing my probing fingers as she cries out. Almost instantly, I’m coming again, too, my hips arching hard, pleasure shivering through my system.
After, I am nearly numb. Audrey slides off me, and Jack grabs her and turns her onto her stomach on the bed. And as I catch my breath, he spreads her legs and slides his cock inside her. He begins to move, a fast, hard rhythm, fucking her furiously, his fingers digging into her hips.
I am barely conscious, but it’s so hot, watching them together. My body is alight with need once more, but I am too far gone to do anything about it. I lie there and watch, their bodies coming together, slick with sweat, the acrid scent of sex heavy in the air.
But no matter how arousing the scene before me is, I am distracted by the thoughts going through my mind.
It’s not me Jack is fucking. And I want it to be. Only me.
But I got myself into this situation. And I am the outsider. Just as I always am. And no matter how I’d love to think I am an equal in this trio, that’s simply not the truth. I would love to be able to lie to myself, if even just for tonight. But I can’t do it.
Reality is like
the harsh light of day, blinding me. I cannot pretend that either of them is really mine. I don’t understand still that I want them to be.
Audrey. Jack.
Jack.
Fuck.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I wake up warm, my body reflecting the heat of Audrey’s sleeping form beside me. I’m glad she’s there. Disappointed that Jack is not.
I don’t know when he got up and left; I slept so heavily, and my limbs are still thick, weighty, my eyes scratchy, as though I slept drugged. Maybe I did. Drugged with endorphins, those happy opiates the brain releases during orgasm. I had enough orgasms to put anyone to sleep. I don’t even know how many.
My sex gives a squeeze when I turn to look at Audrey. Her lashes are long and sooty on her cheeks, her skin flawless. Her mouth is pouty, innocent. I love knowing it’s not, knowing what that mouth can do to me. I try to distract myself with these lovely thoughts, but I keep coming back to Jack.
Why did he leave us in the middle of the night? Maybe it’s that he likes to sleep alone. Some people do. I used to prefer it. Until now. Maybe it’s his way of disconnecting, as it seems to be for so many men. As it is for me, usually. But I want him here.
I feel oddly alone, suddenly, even with Audrey still dreaming beside me, all soft, naked skin as she curls into my side. I don’t understand it. My body is as sated as it’s ever been, and yet I feel the low hum of arousal at the same time. I am full of contradictions this morning.
Turning my face to the window, I peer through the sheer curtains. The sky is clear outside, a crisp blue at only 8:00 a.m., which means the day will be warm. I’ll welcome the heat today. It’ll warm me up inside, maybe chase away some of this ridiculous melancholy. I should be happy; I know that. But I’m not.
I silently repeat my little therapy mantra: my response is not necessarily appropriate to the situation.
Is it?
I don’t even know anymore. All I know is this sense of wanting, yearning. For Jack.
You cannot have him. May as well accept it.
When have I ever wanted anyone this way? Not even Audrey, with all her charm, her pull. No, the whole thing with Jack is different. Really irresistible. And a little insane. I’ve known this man for a week. I’ve just had sex with him, yes, but is it really anything more than that? I am being ridiculous.