To celebrate my fic Three's Company winning Best Threesome in The Espenson Awards, I promised to write another threesome. Thanks to ripperblackstaff for prompting this, and to almondina for the title idea, because, you know, Gold/Rush. This doesn't turn into a slash threesome, though.
If Belle French had a type, Gold mused, then it was exhibited in both of the men in her life. Thin, Scottish, acerbic, intelligent, and with a high level of self-belief, single-mindedness, and an arrogant disregard for most of those around them. Quite why this was so appealing to her, he didn't know, and he certainly wasn't about to ask, given their plans for the evening.
Belle was an adorable mix of excitement and nervousness. Gold had been watching her for the past ten minutes as she anxiously bobbed up and down on her toes, checking her watch. He wouldn't have been surprised if the bastard was late. He'd heard tales of him pulling all-nighters at the university, getting distracted by something and being found by another of the professors the following day, still scrawling equations on the whiteboards. Gold himself had come across him once, unshaven and jittery from an excess of caffeine, his shirt rumpled, muttering to himself and scowling at his work. A part of him admired the man's dedication. Another, far more dominant part of him remembered that while Rush had been working himself into an insomniac frenzy, he himself had been in bed with Belle, working her into another kind of frenzy altogether. The memory made him grin.
Belle was now pacing back and forth, biting her lip and looking at her watch again, and he sighed.
"Sweetheart, sit down," he said gently, and she turned to him with an anxious expression. He thought how beautiful she looked, her curls falling down her back over the demure white blouse she wore. Her skirt was black, flaring out well above her knees and showing off her incredible legs, and he ran his eyes up and down them. She made an impatient noise under her breath as she looked at her watch again.
"He should be here by now," she said, and Gold shrugged.
"Perhaps he's decided that he doesn't want to do this," he suggested, and Belle frowned at him.
Gold sighed to himself. After months of admiring her from afar, he had finally decided to ask her out. He had not been in the least bit surprised when she said that she was already seeing someone. He had been somewhat astounded when she cheerfully informed him that she had recently started boning the physics professor, but certainly wouldn't object to dating him too, if Rush was okay with it. The three of them had managed the ensuing, somewhat awkward relationship for around a year, which had worked as long as Gold and Rush pretended that neither one existed. However, they had both made the mistake of asking Belle what she wanted for her birthday. Her response had caused a certain amount of consternation for both men, and it had taken some time for them to get used to the idea. Gold supposed there was no going back now, and was rather hoping that Rush had either decided he couldn't handle it, or had gotten caught up in unravelling the mysteries of the bloody universe, or whatever the hell it was that he did.
They had decided to use his apartment; Belle's room was somewhat cramped, and there was always the possibility of that infernal Lucas girl interrupting them. Gold wouldn't have been surprised to learn that she did it on purpose. He had no idea where Rush lived, but having seen the state of his office he had already decided that he didn't want to set foot there, never mind any other body parts. His own apartment was spacious, with ambient lighting and an enormous bed that he and Belle had spent many an enjoyable evening curled up in. The thought of having Rush in it too was - strange, to say the least.
A knock at the door made Belle start, and an excited grin spread across her face, reminding Gold why he'd agreed to this bloody thing in the first place. She opened it hurriedly, to reveal Rush, looking as harassed as always and dressed in a white shirt and jeans, which made Belle's grin widen as she looked him up and down. Gold refrained from curling his lip as Belle stretched up on her toes to kiss the other man. He hadn't even bothered to shave, for fuck's sake. For almost a week, from the look of things. Not that this was anything new, he reasoned. Belle certainly didn't seem to mind, kissing him slowly and deeply, Rush's hands on her hips. Gold supposed that he ought to get used to seeing that, so he made sure to watch them, only a slight twinge of jealousy in his belly. Eventually, Belle settled back on her heels with a little contented noise, and Rush flicked his eyes across at Gold, nodding briefly.
"Professor Gold," he said formally.
"Professor Rush," Gold acknowledged. It sounded as though they were colleagues meeting at a conference, and he had a sudden urge to snigger.
"Come on in!" Belle grabbed Rush's arm, pulling him into the lounge. "I'm just gonna go and make sure everything's ready, okay? I'll be back in a second."
She scurried off to the bedroom, and Gold and Rush looked at one another, the air between them thick and ominous. The ticking of the antique clock above the mantle seemed abnormally loud in the heavy silence.
Rush took a deep breath, eyeing Gold. His suit was perfectly pressed, and probably cost more than Rush earned in a month. Not for the first time, Rush wondered what the hell Gold was doing as a university professor, and how he'd made his money before he started at Berkeley.
"I'd like to say, first of all, that this wasn't my idea," said Rush, in a disgruntled voice.
"Really?" Gold grinned at him. "And here I was thinking that you'd been eyeing me up in the cafeteria, and just didn't know how to approach me."
There was a glint of gold as he showed his teeth. Rush snorted at the response.
"Look, I know that you and Belle have a thing, just as Belle and I have a thing," he said, attempting to be reasonable. The other man made it very difficult, and it certainly wasn't something that came naturally to him in the first place. Gold looked suddenly tight-lipped.
"Indeed," he said coldly. "I don't like sharing, Dr Rush."
"Nor do I, as it happens." Rush took off his glasses momentarily and rubbed the bridge of his nose before putting them back on. "And yet, here we are, as Belle requested," he added. "As we both agreed to this, I see no reason to make it any more uncomfortable than it already is."
"Of course, one of us could be the bigger man, and back off," suggested Gold mildly, and Rush gave him a wry look.
"Oh, right, and that's gonna be you, is it?" he asked dryly. At Gold's silence, he nodded in satisfaction. "I thought not."
Gold looked irritated, working his jaw a little, while Rush folded his arms and leant back against the door, glaring at the other man above his glasses. Gold raised an eyebrow.
"So," he said quietly. "Ground rules?"
"Yeah," growled Rush. "Don't fucking touch me."
Gold snorted in amusement. "I assure you, you're really not my type."
"Good." Rush pushed away from the door and took off his glasses, folding them and stowing them in the pocket of his shirt. "Try not to fucking well look at me, either."
"Embarrassed, are we?" Gold grinned at him. "I suppose working until four a.m. and living on a diet of coffee and cigarettes doesn't make for the best physique, but no doubt Belle feels sorry for you."
Rush scowled at him. "Of course, I do have important things to be working on, rather than trotting out the same tired old grad-school shite every year without fail," he said dryly. It was Gold's turn to scowl.
"For your information, I've been working on something incredibly important!" he snapped, and Rush smirked.
"Oh, really?" He held up his hands. "Look, boys and girls! Here's the periodic table! It's hardly changed in fucking forever, but I'll ponce around the university and pretend that what I do actually fucking matters in the grand scheme of things."
Gold glared at him, jaw tightening.
"Whereas you physicists all sit on your arses dreaming shit up and then create a bunch of made-up dimensions to get the numbers to crunch the right way," he snapped.
"Yeah, well, it got me my doctorates, Mister Gold." Rush's grin turned smug, and Gold curled his lip.
"I truly have no idea what Belle sees in you," he said disparagingly, and Rush barked a laugh.
"Well, that makes fucking two of us, Gold," he said wearily, rubbing his temple.
"So, why the hell are you here?" demanded Gold roughly. "Piss off and write your equations for a few hours, why don't you?"
"I like making her happy," said Rush simply. "I think you do too, so we're stuck with each other." He raised an eyebrow. "Of course, if you want to back out, now's the time. The door is behind me." He gestured helpfully over his shoulder, and Gold's jaw tightened.
"I find our situation - difficult," he admitted stiffly. "But I like to think of myself as open-minded. I suggest we try to make the best of things, Dr Rush."
"Agreed." Rush watched him steadily. Gold shifted the position of his feet slightly, fingers opening up, then curling around the handle of his cane. Rush thought he seemed nervous, and the impression was an oddly comforting one. He had a suspicion that the other man would be worrying about his own inadequacies just as much as he was.
"Do you love her?" asked Gold suddenly, and Rush gave him a flat look.
"Of course I bloody do!" he said impatiently. "Do you think I'd be here, waiting to close my eyes at the sight of your bare arse, if I didn't?"
Gold grunted in amusement as Belle came back into the room. Her eyes narrowed as she caught their stance, alert and wary, Gold's knuckles tight on his cane and Rush with his thumbs tucked in his belt.
"Is this going to be too weird?" she asked anxiously, and both men turned to her with resigned smiles.
"We've called a truce," said Gold dryly. "How do you want to do this?"
Belle beamed, and stretched up on her toes to kiss him. He kissed her back, a little too deeply for Rush's comfort.
"I think I need a bloody drink," he muttered, and Belle turned to him with a smile.
"We have whisky," she said. "It's in the drinks cabinet."
Gold's eyes narrowed.
"You want me to share my whisky now?" he said dryly. "What's next?" He smiled to show that he was joking, and Belle stuck out her tongue at him. Rush immediately went to the drinks cabinet, pulling it open and lifting out a bottle. He held it up expectantly, and Gold nodded.
"Glasses in the cupboard behind you," he said, and Rush huffed a little as he fished out two thick, cut crystal whisky tumblers. He opened the bottle and poured a generous measure into one of the glasses before turning to Gold with a raised eyebrow.
"God, yes!" said Gold fervently, and Rush chuckled, handing him the glass and pouring another for himself. Belle watched in amusement as both men drank deeply, Gold holding out his glass for another and Rush topping it up willingly. Rush let his head roll back with a sigh.
"That is bloody good whisky, Gold, I have to hand it to you," he admitted, and Gold smirked, taking another drink.
Belle leaned forwards and ran a hand through Rush's hair, tenderly brushing it back from his face and making him start in surprise. She curled her fingers around the back of his head, gently pulling him down to kiss her, his mouth warm and sweet and redolent of whisky. He tasted of peat and smoke, of heather and honey, and she let out a tiny moan as his tongue pushed into her mouth. Rush let his free hand slip through her curls, cradling her head as they kissed, and Belle reached to the side to take Gold's hand in hers. She pulled him to her, feeling the heat of him on her back as his hand slid around her hip. Excitement was rising within her. She had wanted this for so long, holding back her desire until she was confident that neither man would be scared off. She had been open with them from the start about her feelings for the other. At first they had been resigned rather than fully accepting, but recently they had seemed more comfortable with the fact that they were not rivals for her affections in any way. They were both strong personalities - okay, they were both arrogant arseholes, if she was honest - and neither one would have been happy with losing. She had thought this was a way that everyone could win.
Belle kissed Rush slowly, savouring the flavour of his warm mouth. She loved how both men tasted different, how they smelt different. She loved how their bodies differed, Rush's thinner, formed from a lack of exercise and an excess of caffeine and nicotine, Gold's with compact muscles in his legs and arms. She loved their long hair, Rush's stubble, how he smelt of coffee and cigarettes and the clean scent of the herbal shower gel he used. She loved Gold's smooth chin and manicured fingernails and the way he smelt of expensive cologne, sandalwood and cedar with a musky undertone. She loved Rush's intensity, his focus, the distracted air he got when he was working, mussing his hair and rubbing his nose in concentration. She loved Gold's sardonic smile and knowing smirk. She loved them both.
She felt Gold push up against her back, sweeping her hair to the side with his fingers, and Belle moaned into Rush's mouth as Gold lowered his lips to the back of her neck, kissing her in all the places that made her shiver and writhe and want him to touch her. She pressed herself against Rush, feeling him harden against her belly as the kiss deepened, and then gently pulled back, gazing up at him. His pupils were wide with lust, his dark eyes gazing at her with undisguised need, and Belle licked her lips. His eyes dropped to the pink tip of her tongue as it swept across, catching the taste of him and pulling it inside. She nodded at the glass in his hand.
"Give me some of that," she whispered, and he held up the whisky somewhat hesitantly. Belle drank, tasting the fire on her tongue, feeling it burn down her throat and into her belly before he took the glass back and raised it to his lips, his breathing somewhat heavy. She waited until he had taken a long swallow and set the empty glass aside, and reached for him again, kissing him hungrily. Gold sank his teeth into her neck and she moaned, Rush's tongue sliding into her mouth and touching hers. His hands were on her waist, moving up her sides to cup her breasts through the thin shirt she was wearing, and Belle pulled her mouth free with a gasp, reaching behind her with both hands and tugging Gold tight against her by the hips.
Gold let out a tiny growl as he felt the length of her body on his, the firm roundness of her rear rubbing against his stiffening cock. He could sense Rush was kissing down her throat, and made sure to keep his mouth very much on the back of her neck, where touching her sent her wild with desire. He wondered idly whether being kissed by two people doubled the sensations, whether it was hard to distinguish one touch from another. He ran his tongue over the spot just to the right of her spine, grinning wickedly as he heard her moan and felt her shiver. He sank his teeth in, and Belle swore softly, reaching down to cup him through his pants. It was Gold's turn to start, and he groaned as she stroked him firmly.
"Fuck, sweetheart!" he said, through gritted teeth, and heard her breathless chuckle. She turned gently, reaching up to kiss him, leaving Rush to slide his hands over her hips from behind and lick up the side of her neck. Gold parted her lips with his tongue, imagining he could taste Rush on her, all coffee and cigarettes mixed in with the whisky. He tried not to think about it, concentrating on the softness of Belle's lips and the feel of her tongue in his mouth. His hands slid up her body to cup her breasts, and she moaned, pressing herself against him. He gently plucked at the buttons of her blouse, undoing them slowly, revealing the lacy black bra that had been showing through and driving him wild since she had arrived on his doorstep. Belle's breath had quickened, her breasts heaving, pale mounds gleaming in the warm light of the lamps. Gold opened up her shirt, pushing it back, and Rush gently took the edges, drawing it back off her shoulders and down her arms to reveal her soft, pale skin.
Belle purred gently, eyes heavy-lidded as she reached for Gold's buttons and plucked them open, pushing the jacket from his shoulders. She smiled to herself as he moved away momentarily to drape the jacket over the arm of a chair, but then he was there in front of her, brushing her hair back from her face and kissing her tenderly. She writhed in pleasure, Rush's mouth on the back of her neck making her shiver, his fingers inching across the bare skin of her waist and up her sides. Belle turned her attention to Gold's waistcoat, pulling open the four small buttons that held it shut and slipping her hands inside to run over the smooth, dark red silk. His skin was hot, and she made a tiny noise of pleasure into his mouth as she imagined getting him completely naked, feeling that skin pressing on hers as she had so many times before. Rush's hands slid up to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra, and Belle gasped, pulling her mouth away from Gold's.
"Bedroom," she whispered, and grasped their hands in hers, leading both men as she entered the bedroom and shut the door behind them.
Rush looked around, taking in the walls painted in pale grey, the one behind the bedhead a dark grey. The lighting was muted, its warm glow soft and inviting. Belle had turned to face them both, her eyes dark and her lips parted. She looked from one to the other, her small white teeth sinking into her lower lip, and then she reached for Gold, kissing him, pulling off his tie and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Despite himself, Rush found it erotic, the pleasure on her face as Gold kissed her, as his hands sank into her dark curls and brushed them back from her face. Belle got his shirt all the way open, but the cufflinks were another matter, so she pulled back to let him take them off, turning her attentions to Rush. He gave her a brief smile as she stretched up to kiss him, and groaned a little as her tongue pushed into his mouth. He could taste whisky on her, but nothing more, although he could smell Gold's cologne on her skin and in her hair. It was strange, but not unpleasant, and he cradled her head in his hands as he kissed her tenderly, feeling her unfasten his shirt one small button at a time.
He let his hands drop to the zip of her skirt, and Belle made an approving noise, so he tugged her close against him to work the zip, drawing it slowly down. The black skirt dropped to pool at Belle's feet, leaving her in her tights and underwear, and he took a moment to slip his hands around her rear and squeeze gently. He drew back to gaze down at her, and she smiled up at him as he cupped her face with his hands, bending to pull at her lips with his. Belle tugged at his belt, drawing the thick leather through the buckle, and opened it up, unbuttoning his jeans. He had always enjoyed her undressing him, and this was, surprisingly, no exception, even though a shirtless Gold was now behind her, running hands over her hips, sliding them up her back to unhook her bra. His long fingers slid underneath the straps, pushing them down over her shoulders, and Rush let out a tiny growl as Gold drew them slowly down her arms, the black lace bra falling from her to join the skirt at her feet. Gold cupped her breasts possessively, making Rush smile before he kissed her again.
He realised his shoes were going to be an issue, so he drew back from Belle to take them off, tugging them from his feet with his socks and placing them carefully by the sleek walnut dresser. When he straightened up, Belle was pulling at Gold's belt, Gold with his hands on her breasts, and his mouth on her neck. Belle's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her chest heaving, and Rush felt his cock stir at the sight of her, at Gold's tanned fingers on her pale skin. Belle seemed to feel his stare, and let her head roll to the side, stretching out a hand to him. Her eyes fixed on his, her lips curving into a smile, and he reached for her hand, letting her pull him to her. She lifted her foot up behind her, and Rush took the hint, slipping the sky-high black shoe from her foot and setting it down, then following with the other. She lost a good five inches without the heels, and he kissed the top of her head affectionately, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair.
Gold let his hands slip from Belle, moving back and bending to take off his shoes. He watched avidly as she turned to Rush, her hands sliding up his naked chest to tangle in his hair as she kissed him. Rush seemed aroused, squeezing her buttocks as he pulled her against him, his fingers trailing up her back to push through the shiny chestnut curls, and Belle let out a moan as he brushed the sensitive spot on the back of her neck. Gold paused for a moment in unlacing his shoe, wondering if that was what it looked like when he was kissing her, whether it felt the same when Rush touched her. The other man was thinner than he was, he noted, his ribs visible beneath the skin of his torso, his belly flat and smooth. Belle pulled free from his kiss and fastened her mouth around the hardened bud of his nipple, and Gold felt himself strain against his underwear as Rush let his head fall back with a groan. He knew exactly how good Belle's hot little mouth felt.
He finished taking off his shoes and socks, laying them side by side and perfectly aligned with the dresser. Belle's small pink tongue was circling Rush's nipple, and the man was just standing there like an idiot with his eyes closed and his mouth open, breathing hard, his hands on her shoulders. Gold smirked. He sidled up behind Belle, his fingers trailing up her body to her breasts, and gently squeezed her hardened nipples. Belle moaned, pushing back against him so that he could rub himself against her rear. It felt good, and he itched to be inside her. He let his hands drop to the waistband of her tights, slipping his thumbs underneath and gently pulling them down over her hips, revealing her black lace panties. He continued to push the tights down her thighs, dropping to the floor and mentally cursing his ruined ankle as he did so.
Belle lifted her legs, stepping out of the tights, and trailed her tongue across Rush's chest to his other nipple, taking it in her mouth and sucking gently. He let out a tiny, strangled noise, his fingers tightening on her shoulders, and Belle kissed her way up his chest, stroking his neck with her tongue and then falling back onto her heels to look up into his eyes. He was gazing at her in adoration, and she smiled, pushing his jeans off his hips and down his thighs. Rush kicked the denim away when it fell, and Belle reached down to cup him through his underwear. She found him hard and ready, and her belly clenched at the thought of him, at the thought of him inside her, thrusting into her.
Rush swore softly as she rubbed at him, and gently slipped his hand down the front of her panties, his fingers pushing into her folds. He touched soft flesh, slick with her arousal, and Belle moaned, squeezing him with her hand as his fingers slipped against her. He groaned at the sensation, his nostrils flaring to catch her scent as he drew out his hand and lifted it to his lips. Belle lunged at him before he could taste her, catching his fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean. She looked deep into his eyes as she did it, and Rush didn't think he'd ever seen anything more erotic. Her large blue eyes were dark with lust, her cheeks flushed, her lips full and moist and closed around his long fingers, sucking off her own juices and leaving them glistening.
Gold's eyes widened as she turned to him, as she reached up to kiss him. He could taste her arousal, and his tongue sought it out, stroked around her mouth for the last little bit of her flavour. He could sense that Rush was pressed up against her back, that he was touching her again, his fingers pushing down inside her underwear and feeling her silky skin. Gold concentrated on kissing her, on making her hum with pleasure as his fingers stroked through her hair, and Belle pushed his trousers over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. She stiffened as she did so, letting out a tiny cry to be swallowed by his mouth, and Gold assumed that Rush was touching her clit, circling it in the way he knew she loved. The thought was alluring. Belle gave him a final kiss and pulled back, almost panting.
"Bed," she whispered, and Gold was the first to move, going to sit up against the headboard, propped up on pillows. Belle was pulling Rush with her, and he was sucking wet fingers as he did so, not looking at Gold. Sweeping her hair back from her face, Belle got onto the bed on hands and knees, and crawled up to Gold, in between his legs. He put his hands on her hips, his fingers stroking over the thin black lace, and Belle leaned in to kiss him.
"Take them off," she said softly, and Gold pushed her panties down, loving how she rolled her hips and wriggled to get them off. She was filling his vision, and he couldn't see what he had uncovered, but he could see Rush watching her. Belle kissed him again, her tongue sliding into his mouth, hot and sweet, her hands moving down his body to tug at his own underwear. Gold lifted his hips to let her take it off, revelling in the sight of her perfect breasts as she knelt up to pull the underwear off at his feet. Rush had promptly turned away, and Gold was grateful for it, but self-consciousness flew to the back of his mind when Belle turned back and was kissing him again, her hands stroking over his chest, her thumbs rubbing at his nipples.
Belle slid her hands up into Gold's hair as she kissed him, feeling his hands on her hips. She undulated against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, and he reached up to cup them, his thumbs pressing against her nipples and making her moan. She moved back, pulling her mouth from his and kissing down his neck and chest, fastening her lips around his nipple, gently tweaking his right. Gold groaned deeply as she sucked at him, and Belle wriggled her hips, inching backwards, her mouth moving down over Gold's belly, to where he was hard and aching for her. She flicked her gaze up to meet his, smiling as she saw his dark eyes gleaming with desire. She wanted Rush to touch her, to stroke her and tease her while she took Gold in her mouth, and she glanced over her shoulder to where Rush stood a little awkwardly at the edge of the bed, giving him a reassuring smile and reaching out a hand to him.
Rush put his hand in hers hesitantly, let her draw him to the bed. She had turned her attention back to Gold, and he tried not to look at the other man, at the way Belle was kissing her way down his belly. Rush quickly slipped off his underwear and knelt on the bed behind her, placing one hand on the pale curve of her hip. He reached between her legs with the other, turning his fingers upwards to touch her, and heard her gasp as he stroked against her wet flesh. Belle moaned softly, and her grinned, sliding his fingers against her folds, rubbing a fingertip around the swollen bud at the top. She gasped, pumping her hips a little, and his grin widened. He withdrew his hand, sitting down on the bed, and lifted his feet, swinging himself around and lying back with his head between Belle's parted thighs. He breathed in the scent of her, that sweet musk he knew and loved, and put his hands on her inner thighs, pushing them wider, bringing her down to meet his mouth. At the first sweep of his tongue Belle mewled, her hips rolling, and his tongue explored her, gently caressing her, loving the taste of her excitement.
Gold watched as Rush lay down and turned himself around, lying back with his knees up, his head between Belle's legs. The view of what he was doing was blocked by Belle's head as she kissed her way down his belly, down to where his cock was hard and aching. Belle suddenly moaned aloud, raising her head and arching her back, and Gold presumed that Rush was licking her. The thought of it, the look on Belle's face, eyes closed, lips parted, was breathtaking. He stroked her curls back from her cheeks, and Belle turned her gaze to his, smiling as she bent her head to him. Her hands pushed his legs apart, and she ran her tongue along the seam at the top of his leg, inching nearer. He groaned as she moved to the other side, tiny moans issuing from her at whatever Rush was doing. Her tongue brushed lightly against his balls, and his breath caught in his throat, his fingers twisting in her hair. Her tongue circled them, and she gently drew one of his balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it. Gold gasped, panting, his cock straining.
He hissed as she sucked his other ball gently, letting the swollen orb slip from her mouth and licking her lips as she gazed down. She looked up at him briefly, and he stroked her cheek tenderly, barely able to believe that she was there with him, ready to take him into her mouth. He recalled the first time she had done that, and how he'd almost come from the first touch of her tongue. He hoped he would be able to hold off a little longer this time.
Belle moaned as Rush's tongue swept around her clit. The sensations he was causing were incredible; the feel of his stubble against her tender skin, the softness of his tongue, the rhythmic stroking. She tried to concentrate on what she was doing to Gold, and let her finger trail along his hard length, up one side and down the other, making him shudder. She did it again, circling the tip with her finger, spreading the bead of fluid that had formed there. Rush touched her with a finger, sliding it inside her as his tongue teased her, and Belle shook and panted as he moved it slowly in and out, the finger sliding easily in her slick passage. She let her hand curl around Gold's cock, lifting it up off his belly and bending her head to it, and gently rolled her tongue around the end, tasting the salty liquid there. Gold groaned, stroking her hair with hands that shook, and Belle smiled to herself.
The feel of a second finger entering her made her pull back, arching upwards with a tiny cry, and Rush continued to lick her, fingers moving in and out of her. Belle gave in to it, rocking against him, knowing she was close. Her breath was coming in heavy pants, the blood rising in her face, sweat forming on her lip and her brow. She could feel herself tensing, her muscles shaking. Rush began using the pad of his thumb against her clit, interspersing it with flicks of his tongue, and Belle could feel the sensations building to a peak as his fingers continued to push in and out of her. A tingling ran through her entire body, a burst of light behind her eyes as she shouted for joy.
Rush felt her come, felt her spasm and clench around his fingers. He pulled them out, feeling her hot fluids spatter against his lips, and pushed his tongue up inside her with a groan, seeking out every drop of her nectar. His hand dropped to his groin, spreading her juices on his cock, tugging at himself as she continued to move against his face, letting out her tiny cries. Eventually she quieted, and he kissed her gently, slipping out from beneath her, knowing how tender she was in the aftermath.
Gold watched Belle climax, his cock twitching at the sight of her, head thrown back, full lips as pink and glistening as her swollen sex after his attentions. Fuck, she was beautiful! She carried on letting out repetitive, wordless cries as her hips worked, and Gold had to hand it to Rush - he certainly appeared to know what he was doing. Belle gradually quieted, her cries trailing off into low moans, her head falling forwards, dark hair hanging in her face. He brushed it back tenderly, and she raised her head with a sleepy smile.
"That was fucking amazing," she said, her voice low and throaty, and bent her head to him, licking up the side of his cock once more. Fluid was leaking from the tip again, and she ran her tongue over it, making him clench his jaw. Belle pressed her lips against the head, letting them slide down over it, moving slowly down the shaft as she took the whole length of him into her mouth. Gold groaned as he hit the soft tissue at the back of her throat, feeling it close up around him before she pulled up a little. He stroked her hair as she settled herself more comfortably, her mouth moving up and down on him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, and the sensation was so incredible he never wanted her to stop.
He noticed Rush behind her, sitting up and turning around to face Gold. His face glistened with her juices, his hair wild and his breathing ragged. He knelt up on the bed behind Belle, slipping a hand between her legs once more, and Gold knew the exact moment that he touched her, Belle making a contented sound around his cock, her breath hot against his skin. She let him slip from her mouth with a smacking sound, looking over her shoulder at Rush.
"Come on," she whispered, and Rush, rather surprisingly, looked at Gold. He nodded impatiently, and Rush shifted closer to Belle, reaching for her again. Belle took Gold's cock in her mouth once more, and he thrust up into her with a deep groan.
Rush stroked Belle, ran his fingers over the wet folds between her legs. She was almost dripping, her own arousal mixed with his saliva. He lined them up, rubbing the blunt head of his cock against her, and gently pushed into her with a grunt of satisfaction, hearing her moan as he filled her. She felt incredible, soft and creamy, her flesh like wet silk surrounding him and pulling him deeper. He looked up at what she was doing with her mouth, remembering how good it felt when she did it to him. Gold's hands were in her hair, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. Rush started to move, slowly stroking back and forth, gradually picking up the pace. He inched forward slightly on his knees, and Belle canted her hips a little, helping him to slip deeper.
"Fucking hell, sweetheart!" he gasped, and heard her chuckle around Gold's cock, the other man groaning as her fingers inched up his chest to rub at his nipples. Rush reached between her legs again, fingers slipping against her, feeling for her clit and gently teasing it. Belle moaned, bucking her hips, slamming back against him and almost making him spill himself. He stroked over her hip with his free hand, sliding up her waist to cup her breast as he bent over her. Her nipple was hard and taut, and Rush plucked at it, making her shiver and writhe, making her let out a tiny squeak.
Belle could feel another climax building, could feel the warmth spreading through her limbs and the tension increasing. She concentrated on Gold, to try and hold it off. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth, the hardness of it beneath the smooth, soft skin, the way it moved on its own when she touched it. She stroked his balls gently as she sucked him, in the way she knew he liked, and he growled under his breath and tugged at her hair with his fingers. It made her increase the pace, her lips tight around him, the pressure hard, and she could feel him nearing his peak. She could feel him harden in her mouth and his balls tighten and draw up. She could feel his muscles tense and flutter and his fingers clench. She could see how the tendons in his neck corded with the strain of it. Gold raised his head, looking at her, panting, his eyes black with desire, and Belle winked at him, her lips curving in a smile around his cock.
Gold came hard, shouting her name, feeling her mouth close up around him as his cock pulsed, as he spurted into her. She sucked harder, drinking him down, her fingers twisting at his nipples and sending electric shocks through his entire body. He almost laughed aloud in his bliss, his head feeling as though it was about to burst, his heart thumping. His hips bucked, pushing his cock further into her mouth, and Belle stroked his balls, drawing every last drop from him. He pushed his fingers through her hair, feeling his body jerk and spasm as she continued to run her tongue over him. It was almost too sensitive, and he hissed as she licked at the tip. Belle let him slip from her mouth, a thin thread of white fluid stretching from the end of his softening cock. She broke it with the tip of her tongue, licking her lips to catch the last of him, and Gold collapsed back onto the pillows with a soft, muffled "Fuck!"
Belle moved back a little, pressing her rear up against Rush and moaning as he thrust into her. He felt so good inside her, so hard and thick, pushing as deep as he could go. She raised herself up a little, hands on knees, arching her back so that Rush could squeeze her breasts more easily, and she murmured appreciation as his fingers plucked at her nipples. Gold appeared to have recovered, he was eyeing her with undisguised lust, and Belle felt, at that moment, that she was the luckiest girl alive. She reached out a hand to him, and Gold shifted forward, cupping her face and kissing her. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his tongue slip inside, and one of his hands moved down her body between her legs. She could tell that he was trying very hard not to touch Rush, and so his fingertips danced lightly against her clit, making her see stars. Belle pulled her mouth away.
"Fuck!" she gasped, knowing that it was about to happen, knowing that she was going to come. Gold stroked her cheek with his thumb, sliding it across her lips and slipping it into her mouth, and Belle sucked hard, the sensations building, Rush's fingers on her nipples and Gold's touch on her clit, Rush's cock pushing into her, Gold's thumb pulling her lip down so that he could claim it with his teeth and tongue. She moved with them, rubbing against them, her head about to burst.
Rush felt her break, felt her come as her walls fluttered around him and a long, moaning cry was pulled from her. His own orgasm hit him hard, blinding him, making him swear and shout her name as his hips bucked and he came in hot spurts. He pounded into her, her flesh pulling every drop from him, and Belle moaned and writhed and it was fucking fantastic.
He could see that Gold was falling back onto the pillows, his chest heaving, licking Belle's juices from his fingers. Belle collapsed onto him and Rush went with her, making Gold grunt in surprise. Rush lay there, breathing hard, surrounded by their combined scents, sweat-slicked skin beneath his lips and the lazy contentment of a powerful orgasm making his limbs loose and heavy. Belle was still twitching slightly and giggling, and he pressed his lips to the damp skin of her shoulder.
"That," she murmured. "Was completely amazing. I love you guys, d'you know that? Best birthday present ever!"
Rush raised his head a little, catching Gold's eye, and returned his small grin. He had a feeling they'd be doing this again.
A/N: I'm so, so, sorry! (not really)