This story came to me by request from Slacker Dee, who wanted an Eric/Sookie/Alcide threesome. My brain being what it is, I decided to take that idea and run with it. It's classified as a Sookie story for the time being since I really couldn't think of any other way to classify it. We're so limited with options here. I should also warn that this is pretty much a smutacular event, and there won't be much in the way of plot here. It's mostly a place to put the lemons my brain comes up with that don't fit into other stories.
What I'm trying to say is that not a single thing about this story is safe for work, so if you're in an office environment, read at your own risk. Enjoy the show!
Chapter 1
EPOV
Swear to God she tasted like French vanilla ice cream. Every single part of her was delicious, and her taste always lingered on my tongue for hours after I left her. At the moment, though, I had no plans to go anywhere. My face was buried between Sookie's thighs, and her hands were gripping my hair tightly. She was about to cum all over my face, and just the thought of it nearly made me explode.
"Fuck, don't stop!" she whined, grinding herself against my face.
I growled and curled my fingers inside her. Her body went rigid, and then she screamed when her tight pussy started to pulse and clench around my fingers. I released her clit and looked up at her face to see her back arched and her head thrown back. She was so fucking hot when she came.
I didn't give her time to recover before I tossed her onto her back, and then rolled her onto her stomach. I reached into the night stand for a condom and got it on in record time. Sookie was still panting when I lifted her hips off the mattress just a little bit and drove my cock into her in one fluid thrust. Her hands clenched the sheets, and she cried out again.
"You like that, little girl?" I asked, and pulled all the way out so I could slam into her again.
"Ugh!" she grunted, her eyes squeezing shut.
I held her hips and started to pound into her hard and fast. She managed to get to her knees, and when she did I held onto her amazing, perfect tits and held her in place so I could pound her a little faster. I loved the sound of her cries when I fucked her. I loved the bounce of her hair and the sound of my hips slapping against her ass. Sookie turned her head and I captured her lips with mine. Our tongues tangled for a few seconds before I broke the kiss, and moved down her neck instead.
My arm wrapped around her chest and my other hand moved to rub her clit quickly. I could tell when she was close to cumming again, so I slowed down and changed our position so I was spooned up behind her. Sookie propped her foot up on my legs, and I kept fucking her from behind while I rubbed her clit. Her head turned and she looked into my eyes while she kissed me.
I had never been into kissing with my eyes open before her, but I enjoyed it with Sookie. There was something so intense about it; it was addictive just like the rest of the things she did. My bed frame squeaked a little with every thrust of my hips, and when she came again I followed behind her, shooting my load into the condom and not inside her like I wanted to. But we had agreed that since we weren't exclusive, using a condom was necessary.
"Fuck, Sookie!" I shouted when I came, and her leg dropped down from where it had been propped, making her already tight pussy feel even tighter.
I could fuck this girl all night long and still want more.
I pulled out of her to dispose of the wasted condom, and immediately get back into bed with her. Our relationship isn't conventional by most people's standards. The technical term, I suppose, is fuck buddies, but that seems so… impersonal. Sookie and I are friends, and we do stuff together outside of fucking our brains out. I've known her for a couple of years now, and she's an awesome girl. It just so happens that I'm not in the market for a committed relationship and neither is she.
We stumbled into being fuck buddies after having too much to drink at a party a couple of months before, and the next morning we agreed that if we wanted to fool around from time to time, that would be okay. That only lasted for a short while before we were getting together every couple of days. Usually it's just a quickie between classes, or after a party on a Friday night. I know I'm not the only guy she's seeing, and she knows that I see other girls.
There's no jealousy, and no reason to get pushy about being more than what we are. It might not work for everybody, but it works for us. If, someday, it stops working then we'll come to a new agreement about things. Until then, I plan on enjoying every single orgasm I get to have with this girl, because she's fucking amazing in bed.
Her cell phone rings, and by the tone I know it's Alcide Herveaux calling. Seems Sookie's in high demand, not that I blame another guy for wanting to hit it.
"Are you going to get that?" I asked her.
"No, I saw Alcide yesterday," she said casually. "Besides, I told you I would hang out with you, and I'm not going to go back on that just because Alcide has an itch he can't scratch himself."
"Good," I said, not even caring if I sounded greedy. "Because I was thinking maybe we'd go grab some Chinese, maybe play some pool and then come back here and fuck some more."
"That sounds dangerously close to being a date, Northman," she eyed me suspiciously.
"Friends have dinner and play pool together," I said in my own defense. "Come on, it'll be fun. Unless you would rather order in and just keep fucking. It might be fun to answer the door with a hard-on and a naked chick spread out on my couch, waiting for me to come back and finish fucking her."
She whimpered at the picture I verbally painted for her. Dirty talk gets Sookie going like nothing else. She's got way more freak in her than I ever would have imagined when we met, but you know what they say about it always being the quiet ones. Sookie was no exception.
"I like option two better," she said. Her phone beeped a moment later, signifying that she had a voicemail.
"Check it. I'll order the food," I said, and slapped her ass when she rolled over.
Sookie smiled over her shoulder at me and then reached into her purse to retrieve her phone, while I went to order us dinner.
SPOV
I flopped back onto Eric's bed and watched his sexy ass as he went searching in the pocket of his jeans for his cell phone. I bit my bottom lip to keep from whistling at him, and dialed into my voicemail to see what Alcide wanted. He really was starting to get a little too clingy with me, and that could be a problem. I was all for being friends and not being used as a fucktoy, but there were boundaries, which was part of the reason why I got a little weird on Eric for a minute there.
The last thing I wanted was to end up in a triangle situation where I had to make a choice. If it came down to it, I would choose myself every time. I genuinely cared about both of the guys I was currently banging, but they both had enough issues that I didn't want to get into something serious with either of them. With Alcide, he was still a little hung up on his ex, and no girl wants to feel like she's filling in until something better comes along. I have no doubt that he would dump me in an instant if Debbie came back to him and wanted to get back together. This way, if she does that, my feelings won't get hurt.
Eric, on the other hand, has essentially no sense of commitment whatsoever. He's a good friend, and we have fun together when we hang out but I couldn't see myself as his girlfriend. Frankly, I think he would probably treat me the same as he does right now if my title changed, so no thanks. If I'm going to be someone's girlfriend, I'm exclusive about it. When I'm dating someone seriously I don't share, and I don't fuck anyone else. Right now I just don't want to be on lockdown.
"Sook, it's me. Listen, I know I just saw you last night but I could really use a little of your time if you're free. Give me a call," he said, and hung up.
I deleted the message and then hung up the phone.
"Everything copasetic?" Eric asked while he scrolled through his contacts.
"He wants to see me," I shrugged. "I'll call him back when I get home, assuming he's not waiting on my doorstep again."
"He's stalking you?" Eric smirked.
"No, he's not stalking me," I rolled my eyes.
"It's your magical vagina," he chuckled.
"Fuck you, Northman," I laughed and slapped his knee.
"That was a compliment, Stackhouse," he said, and threw a pillow at me. "And it really is magical."
"Yeah, yeah," I rolled my eyes and put the pillow under my head.
"Do you want sweet 'n sour chicken, or beef with peapods?" Eric asked me.
"What are you getting?" I asked, since that would determine what I got.
"Mongolian beef," he said like I should know better, and he was probably right about that.
"Sweet 'n sour it is, that way we can trade," I winked at him, knowing damn well I was going to have to blow him if I wanted to get my hands on the beef.
"For a price," he said as if he was reading my mind.
I arched an eyebrow and moved his hand so it was between my legs. He groaned, but then snapped out of it when someone picked up the other end of the line. I moved his fingers where I wanted them until he took over and started touching me in all the right ways. Little moans and whimpers escaped me, and by the time he was finished ordering our dinner I was ready to go again and so was Eric.
"Fuck, I should have bought more condoms," he grumbled when he grabbed another one from the night stand.
"How many left?" I asked him.
"Two after this," he said, obviously disappointed that was it.
I wanted to laugh, but I knew he was seriously upset over it. Magical vagina or not, it could only take so much before sex started to hurt. Eric wasn't small by anyone's standards, and Alcide was comparable in girth, but maybe just a little shorter. Basically what that meant was that every time I fucked one of these guys I got pretty beat up. It felt good in the moment, but later it had a tendency to leave me a little tender. Usually I made sure to space them out to give myself time to recover, but when Eric called me I couldn't say no.
And Alcide didn't want anything to do with me when I was on the rag, whereas Eric didn't seem to care. To him that just meant we got to fuck in the shower more, and he was particularly fond of fucking me there. In fact, most of my visits with Eric either began or ended with a shower. It was a nice little bit of predictability since Eric was pretty good about changing things up.
He got the condom on, and pulled me up to straddle his lap. I impaled myself on him, and he held my hips firmly while I rocked back and forth. Eric leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. His affinity for my boobs was slightly adorable. Whenever I knew I was going to see him I made sure I wore lower cut tops that would let my cleavage pop out a little more.
I knew Eric was going to leave marks on my breasts since he almost always left one somewhere, whether it was a hickey on my boob or my neck, bruises on my hips or a cherry red ass from spanking me while we fucked. I trusted him enough to let him get away with more than I would most guys, including Alcide, but he was a little tamer than Eric was anyway.
Again the headboard was slamming against the wall and it was a good thing there was no one on the other side of it, or I would feel horrible for his neighbors when I came over. Then again, we didn't usually fuck on his bed anyway. More often than not we were on the couch, the kitchen table, the shower, the hallway… Eric liked fucking up against walls. It worked out nicely since I didn't mind climbing him anyway.
When he lifted his head from my breasts I caught his lips with mine, and we were still kissing when my orgasm unleashed itself. Eric continued to thrust up into me, never breaking the pace of our fucking. His hands moved to my ass and he grabbed onto me, grinding me down on his pubic bone when he came. I leaned against him, breathing hard and whimpering into his neck. His fingers ghosted up my spine and he kissed the side of my head.
"I swear to God, Stackhouse, you're going to kill me one of these days," he said with a laugh, and then kissed me again.
So there you have what I wrote up as the first two chapters. I've been making a single POV a chapter, and I think that's the way I'll post from now on. The chapters will be short, but mostly full of lemons. Guilty pleasure, anyone? Super huge thanks to Slacker Dee, Missy Dee, Storiesforevy and Ali989969 for being kick ass cheerleaders and prereaders on this. And to everyone else, thanks for reading!
