Three's a Fantasy
Mark and Meredith and Derek
Meredith curled up on the couch leaning her head against Mark's muscular deltoid. He was actually watching one of her sappy old movies, as he called them, with her. He'd worked out while Derek and she were taking the Porsche on her maiden voyage, also as he put it, so he'd used up enough energy to deign to sit with her. Meredith had chosen "North by Northwest", a favorite. In her opinion, you couldn't do better than Hitchcock and Cary Grant.
Meredith was tired from the long week and the super sex and the excitement of all the many gifts for her birthday. She dozed off and on, cuddled against Mark, as she watched her movie, but could still follow it, since she'd seen it repeatedly. Finally, she gave in to sleep and lay down all the way with her head in Mark's lap. Her body needing to catch up on the sleep she'd missed all week. Mark idly stroked her soft hair as she slept, caught by the movie now, damn it. He'd never admit it to Meredith, because he loved teasing her, but some of the old films she made him watch were great. Far better than a lot of the crap put out today.
Mark could hear Derek on the phone with his mom. She'd called just as he came down from the gym. He was telling her about Meredith's birthday, but he didn't bother mentioning the Porsche. Mrs. Shepherd would never understand something like that. He smiled, listening to Derek dissemble. He'd learned to be an expert at it with his mom. She was happy Derek had finally divorced Addison but didn't know what to think of this 'Meredith' who was living with Derek so soon after the divorce. Every week Derek danced around his mom's or his sisters' pointed questions and Mark laughed.
Of course, he'd be doing some dancing of his own if his nosy older brothers ever found out he'd been fucking the same woman for over four months. That had never happened before. He'd certainly never lived with a woman before. And God help him if any of them ever found out that woman was also Derek's woman.
Mark's face softened as he traced Mer's pure profile with one finger. He loved being with Meri. Mark smiled at Derek when he sat at the other end of the couch and lifted Mer's feet into his lap. Mark loved being with Derek too. He'd discovered this morning that it was sharing a woman with Derek that gave him the most thrilling and satisfying experience he'd ever had. He shivered in remembered ecstasy. He paused for a moment to do a self check. Was he just weird or what? No, Meredith liked a little dominance sometimes to sweeten her sexual experience. Different strokes for different folks. He wasn't into shaming himself. He was what he was. That's all. His general level of happiness was higher now, sharing a couch with Meredith, while she slept, and with Derek, while he read the newspaper, than he could ever remember it being. That was what was important. Most people he knew were so busy trying to be something they weren't, they forgot to be happy.
"This movie that Meredith conned me into will be over in a few," Mark said to Derek, shaking off self-contemplation, "Meri says she needs to go see her mom this afternoon. Are we still heading for the lake tomorrow?"
"Yeah, Meredith said something about going to the lake tonight to be able to see the stars, but Ellis... today? Man, can't she have the weekend off? Her birthday off?" Derek admired Meredith for her excellent care of Ellis, but he also knew how upset Mer usually was after going to see Ellis. The woman was poison. He wished Meredith would let it go today, but knew she wouldn't.
"Yeah, I know. I tried to talk her out of it, but she said she had to. She said it was easier to see her mom on her days off when she wasn't so tired. Otherwise, she'd have to go after work and that was too hard when she's on the night shift."
"Well, I want to go with her then," said Derek grimly.
For some reason, Dr. Grey always remembered him as the neural consult for a gun shot victim she'd seen once. It gave him a certain cachet that helped keep her calm and pleasant. She always behaved much better for Meredith when he was there. He hated going, but it was Meri's birthday. He didn't want her to have to deal with an Ellis Grey scene.
"I want to go too. Ellis likes me," Mark said smugly, "Maybe we can go do something afterwards. Get out of the house. Meredith likes the street fairs and sidewalk musicians downtown. Maybe that would be a good idea."
"Yeah, I think she'd like that. Plus, we can take her out to dinner downtown," Derek smiled at Mark, pleased with how their plans were coming together.
He was surprised at himself. He was way comfortable with Mark. He would have thought he'd be embarrassed at the very least after what Mark had seen him do or after what he'd seen Mark do. Meredith was the love of his life, and he had held her against his chest while his best friend pounded his cock in her pussy. Meredith had absolutely loved it. Mark had loved it. And now, Derek had to admit, he'd loved it. It had been a fabulous illicit thrill to feel Meredith's slim, feminine body absorb Mark's heavy masculine thrusts. It was, of course, unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Geez, his cock was rising, just thinking about it now. He glanced at Mark, and grinned as he realized Mark's cock was also awake, literally in the face of the beautiful girl in his lap.
Derek thought back to when he first realized Mark and Meredith were fucking each other. His cock pulsed again at the memory.
Addison cornered him into having lunch with her in the hospital dining mall. He miserably listened to her sharp, criticisms of everything from the food to his haircut as he desultorily picked at his salad. Trying to distract himself and drown her out, he glanced around the food court, people watching.
Mark caught his eye. He sat at his table alone with his legs outstretched and spread open. One arm rested over his thigh and his hand dangled loosely over his crotch. He was focused with intense concentration on something across the mall. It was a look usually reserved for surgery. Curiously, Derek shifted his chair to have a better view of what had Mark's attention so riveted. Then he stilled completely.
Meredith was looking at Mark seductively through her long lashes. She licked a two scoop ice cream cone first on one side then the other, careful to catch all the delicious drips on her soft tongue. As Derek and Mark watched she pressed her wide open mouth over the top scoop and pressed her lips down, pulling back and obviously sucking cream into her mouth. It was all Derek could do not to groan out loud. Addison hated sucking cock. When she did suck his cock she was bad at it. He miserably realized he hadn't had his cock sucked at all in over a month. And the lousy experience last month hardly counted. He hadn't had his cock expertly, joyously sucked by Meredith since the night before Addison arrived in Seattle.
Derek pressed Meredith's feet to his cock as he thought back again.
Derek helplessly and jealously looked at Mark. Meredith's seductive show wasn't for him this time. It was for Mark. He watched Mark's face harden into his sexual predator guise. He inclined his head to Meredith and then motioned for her to come to him. Derek saw her slowly shake her head no, defying him, but still she teased him, turning a little sideways and letting him see her tongue lapping her treat more clearly. He could also see her nipples peaked against her scrub top. Mark's nostril's flared and his firm jaw hardened. Derek's fist clenched under the table while Addison droned on in her annoying voice. Meredith was playing with fire.
Mark pinned Meredith with a terrible look, that promised dark things. She paused, like a deer scenting danger on the wind. He sharply jerked his head sideways, signaling her, without taking his eyes from her. She jerked when he did, a sensual, excited fear lighting her eyes. She slowly rose, obeying his command, unable to stop herself, her pussy hot and wet with excitement. She didn't even notice Addison or Derek. No one existed but the man who commanded her with his eyes to suck his dick, now!
She slowly crossed the wide space until she stood in front of him. He calmly, deliberately rose, holding her in front of him, until he could get his lab coat on. Then he swiftly pinched her nipple and then her ass in public punishment for defying him. He bent his head in what to the casual observer would look like a kiss, but was instead a sharp nip to Meredith's lip. Meredith flushed and submissively bowed her head at Mark's strict words in her ear.
For anyone to see they had to be looking straight at the couple, like Derek and now, Addison were. Addison gasped at Mark's lewd actions, and Meredith's accepting reactions. She laughed snidely as she knowingly nodded to Derek.
"There, Mark is taking care of your little ex-girlfriend," Addison rubbed it in, "Wonder where they're off to? That was some performance, eh? Felt like I was in a brothel watching a customer pick his harlot for the night. Disgusting. Really, Derek, how could you be entertained by that little tramp?"
Derek said nothing, knowing that in a few minutes, Meredith would be on her knees, sucking Mark's cock as hard as she could. He mourned his loss of her, even as his cock hardened to steel. He twisted with envy for Mark fucking Meredith's mouth. He tried to picture putting his cock in Addison's mouth, but knew if he did the vitriol on her tongue would burn it.
Derek hid behind the newspaper now, with Mer's feet in his lap, and pretended to read, trying to calm down. Mark had his own problems. Mer's sleeping innocent mouth so close to his dick had put it on pussy alert. It swelled and pushed against his fly trying to spring out. His fevered brain filled with images of all the times his cock had visited Meredith's warm mouth, one of its favorite vacation spots. He couldn't help going back to the first time Meredith had sucked his cock.
It was at work, at lunchtime, the day after he'd pleasured them both with the ice cream cake. Meredith, the little tease, deliberately stirred up every last unfulfilled thrill of the night before by licking an ice cream cone – or was that sucking a stand-in cock – right in front of him, in public. Between the ice cream cue and the posturing, she had him so hard, so fast, he couldn't believe it. Then, when he told her to come to him and stop teasing, she didn't. The little bint ignored his command and continued to torture his cock with her long distance lapping. He hardened to reinforced steel at her defiance and promised big, bad things if she didn't come suck his cock iright now!/i
She almost ran to him then, he noticed in satisfaction. She was as eager for it, as he. And he also noticed that she had eyes only for him, ignoring Derek. His hard dominant, competitive side liked that. Derek had been a fool. If his nose was rubbed in what he was missing, maybe he'd get his head screwed on straight and dump the cold shrew.
He pinched the cute bud pressing against the front of her top in hard fingers, and then her little ass. When she gasped and looked at him in shock, glancing around to see if anyone was watching he leaned down and murmured in her ear.
"Don't look around, sweet. You earned that. Nothing will stop me now. I'm going to fuck your mouth until I come, little bint. You're going to suck my big dick until I tell you to stop," Mark sharply nipped her lip, and pulled her in front of him. He shrugged into his lab coat, covering his erection, and pressed a firm hand on her shoulder steering Meredith in front of him to serve his pleasure. It definitely gave him a thrill to take charge of Meredith, in front of Derek.
Mark pushed Meredith into an empty stairwell and stood on a landing between floors.
"But... but... Mark... someone could..."
He pressed her to sit on the steps with a heavy hand on her shoulder, and then untied the front of his scrubs.
"Let 'em. Suck my cock, Meredith," Mark said firmly.
The huge cock that had so fascinated her the night before sprang free and he pumped it against her lips holding the back of her head in a firm grip. She reached both hands up to hold it tightly.
"Next time, come to me when I tell you," he growled, as he stuffed his enormous cock deep into her mouth, hardly waiting for her to start sucking hard before he started fucking her face. Meredith moaned around his dick in excitement, knowing that she could be caught at any moment, thrilling to the punishment. His cock was so big she almost couldn't get her mouth around it. Her lips stretched as she worked to swallow his cock. It tasted clean and sweet and powerful. The drop of fluid that formed at the tip of his cock was salty and good. She loved the feel of his satiny soft skin and thick velvet textured head. Mark powerfully pumped her mouth angling deep.
When they heard a door open two levels above them, Mark jerked his dick out of her mouth and covered it with a flap of his lab coat. He casually leaned against the wall, heart pounding with excitement. Meredith just looked at the floor between her feet and waited for whoever it was to go away. She was in hot limbo until Mark grabbed her again and pressed his cock between her lips. She sucked his cock delicately this time, holding him back and sipping from him, as if he were a fine wine. She steadily sucked harder and harder, more and more fully, until she had once again engulfed all she could. His groan echoed and all her little suckling noises amplified in the quiet stairwell. Damn, he loved it. He groaned again, pumping in regular short bursts. Meredith tried not to gag when he went too deep. Mark's cock suddenly went even more rigid and he filled her mouth with his salty effluent. She loved it. It tasted powerful and male and strong, just like Mark should taste. She eagerly sucked harder and faster, emptying him. He stroked her soft hair and then her soft cheek.
Derek watched Mark stroke Meredith's hair away from her cheek, as the movie credits rolled. His face was miraculously softened with love. Derek knew his own face probably wore a similar look. He chuckled softly at the two of them caught by this one little person.
