I had a request for this ages ago and I immediately meant to write it, procrastinated it away and then... got another request just yesterday. It must be a sign, I thought. So, here's what you asked for, Anons. Hope you enjoy!
TAGS: Harvey/Donna/Thomas, threesome, cunnilingus, fingering, double vaginal penetration.
It all started as the most fucking awkward, painful night of his life. Stuck inside Kessler's apartment, alone being a third wheel to the woman he's in love with, watching her play house with somebody else.
Donna is so into the guy she agreed to his idiotic idea of getting to know her friends by inviting the firm's partners to a night of Poker at his place.
Harvey is not there because of some polite agreement to the invitation, but rather because Louis forced him by arguing the man is a long-time client, and Donna deserves their support for her new relationship and all but baiting him into either going or admitting why he'd rather be repeatedly kicked in the balls - which is basically what this night feels like anyway.
Ironically, everyone else baited last minute, including fucking Louis, and besides not having a single excuse to leave, Donna would never believe any bullshit he concocted anyway, and he told her he's happy for her - a lie that would be quickly dismantled if he up and leaves.
At the very least he is comforted by the fact that Donna looks about as uncomfortable as him - though she's a thousand times better at hiding it - while Kessler, for his part, seems just about clueless - which also gives Harvey a scant sense of satisfaction.
So they drink and play Poker and drink some more until the awkwardness is replaced by detachment - he's already fucked, it's not like it could get any worse, and the alcohol shrinks his sense of care… So, might as well enjoy the game, enjoy kicking Kessler's ass, enjoy the night sitting beside Donna on the round table and the smug look on her face whenever she wins.
None of that is enough to dissipate the tension around the table, to the point he thinks even Thomas feels the wired, overwrought tension between him and Donna, but eventually the alcohol and game and resignation to their situation turns the conversation darkly playful.
Thomas teases Harvey about his bachelor lifestyle and all the women involved. Harvey replies by saying if he didn't know Donna he'd think the man was envious. He has the distinct impression Thomas refrains from asking how well he knows Donna.
And they touch. At least Kessler touches her, brushing his hand over the nape of her neck when he walks behind her chair, placing his hand on her hip when she refills his glass, and when he manages to beat her and she looks mad about it, he leans over and places his mouth over hers, murmuring an amused apology and sucking on her bottom lip.
Donna doesn't react, her eyes finding Harvey's as he watches the scene, her boyfriend's lips still pressed against her own. It sends a bolt of angry jealousy directly into his groin.
He watches heat creep up her neck, flushing her cheeks, while Thomas deals another hand. But when she notices Harvey's eyes still on her, she fixes his a hard, non-apologetic stare and it's as much of a fuck off as he's ever seen one. She clearly thinks he doesn't have a right to be bothered by seeing her with another man anymore.
Harvey's angry - at Thomas' win, at his hands on Donna's body, at the fact that he gets to touch her at all, at Donna's fucking dress and her just-kissed lips.
Then, he places a bet, gambling an obscene amount of money.
Thomas gasps but there's no way he can back out with his pride intact, so he takes the bet. Donna, on the other hand, sees it for the pissing contest it actually is, rolls her eyes at Harvey's idiocy and folds.
Thomas wins and he fucking glows with the victory, already dealing another hand while still gloating in the not irrelevant increment on his bank account.
"We'll have to bet on something else," Harvey demands, gruffly. "I may be a gambler, but I'm not an idiot."
Thomas chuckles. "Unless you want to start losing your clothes, I don't know what else we could bet on…"
He starts the sentence as a casual joke, but Harvey can see the exact moment it turns into an idea in his head.
"Not playing strip poker," Donna mentions casually.
"Why not?" Thomas asks, filled with disappointment.
"Because this isn't a college party."
"We could skip the juvenile stuff and bet on something more interesting," Harvey suggests, fixing a dark stare into Donna's eyes.
"Yes. We can bet on you," Thomas jumps in, smirking at Donna. He doesn't see the harm in the suggestion. She can simply tell him to fuck off if she's offended, but he doesn't think she will - he's seen the way she looks at Harvey.
Even though Thomas said just exactly what Harvey wanted him to say, he comments, a smug smirk playing on his lips and a raise of his eyebrows, "That's incredibly misogynistic."
"Absolutely," Donna agrees. "Unless I want to. Otherwise it would be misogynistic to say I don't get to do whatever I want - and don't even try to act like that's not exactly what you wanted," she adds, glaring at Harvey.
He smirks. "And what do you want?"
"I want you to bet," she says. "Whoever wins eats me out."
"And what if you win?"
"Oh, I'm winning either way."
Thomas chuckles.
They play. It's silent and brutal, Harvey's cool facade completely impenetrable the whole time until he shows his hand.
Thomas never even stood a chance.
Harvey grins at Kessler and takes a swing of his scotch, only then gazing at Donna, the blissful looks in his face growing dark.
She stands, walks up to his side. Both her hands reach under the loose skirt of her dress, slowly pushing her underwear down her hips. When she bends to collect the scrap of lace around her ankles, her face stills by his beck, hot breath touching his skin.
Harvey drags his chair back a few inches, allowing her enough space to move between his seated form and the desk, before she hoists herself up on the tabletop and he pulls himself closer again.
Harvey's hands circle her ankles. Her skin feels warm and soft under his fingers, just as he remembered. His thumbs brush over the bone and he looks up at her, pulling her legs until her high heels rest on the chair on either side of his hips.
His hands stroke slowly up her legs, feeling up the tight muscle of her calves and then her thighs, under her skirt, stills gazing up at her, watching the way she bites her lips and waits for him to push her dress up.
He does, sliding the fabric up and grabbing her hips, pulling her even more to the edge of the table. Donna leans back a bit, spreading her knees apart amd Harvey groans.
Her pale thighs are spread around him, her pussy right in front of his face, waiting for him, just as he's dreamed of so many times. There's a neatly waxed strip of golden curls right above her pink slit. She didn't have it the first time they did this, completely bare back then, and he loves the surprise, the reality of the moment sinking into his veins and streaming down straight to his dick.
The heavy breathing on the chair beside them reminds him of Thomas' presence.
He thought he'd care a bit more about making the man pay for all the jealous torture he had to endure all night - all month, if he's being honest - by eating his girlfriend out right in front of his face, but in reality he doesn't give a fuck. All he cares about is Donna.
He glances back into her eyes as he places a wet kiss at the side of her knee, and then another one an inch higher on her thigh. Then he's working his way up between her legs in a trail of wet kisses, suction and strokes of his tongue that have Donna humming and gripping the edge of the table in anticipation. He digs his teeth into her delicate skin, grabbing her thighs and spreading them further apart.
When his tongue makes first contact with her outer lips, Donna's hand flies down to his head, fingers threading into his hair like she's afraid he'll move away after taking so long to get there, which he did - almost thirteen years too long to feel her taste again. But he has no intention of going anywhere until she's writhing in his mouth.
His tongue parts her folds, tracing its shapes thoroughly, in an urge to reacquaint himself with all the most intimate parts of her. Then his lips press against her inner ones, sucking and kissing just like he remembers she loves and her sweet moans are a confirmation. His tongue runs smooth, wet circles around her clit until she bucks into his face, and then he drags the muscle down her pussy and into her hole, spearing it inside her, fucking her with his mouth.
Her moans get louder and she second a breathy 'fuck, Harvey' leaves her lips he feels his dick throbbing in the confines of his pants. And it gets worse as he eats her out, dragging his open mouth up her slit to wrap around her clit. He traps it between his lips and flicks his tongue forcefully over the hard nub and Donna keens, a high pitched moan and a pulling on the short strands of his hair.
"Fuck, this feels so good!"
He doesn't relent until she cums, a hot wave of fluids invading his mouth, her thighs trembling and tensing around his head and he laps her all through it.
When she's done, Donna slowly disentangles herself from him, gripping hard on the table edge like she's worried she'll fall, and he smirks, knowing her legs are still trembling, his fingers still digging into her and keeping her steady.
"That was a hell of a show," Thomas voice surges from beside them.
"Do you feel like you're even now?" Donna hoarsely asks Harvey, still between her thighs, implying all the money he had lost to Thomas.
Harvey grins widely. "That was only an investment. And it paid off."
Donna's eyes widen with understanding, biting on her bottom lip at the implications, but Thomas is lost.
"What do you mean?"
"I wanted you to think you could beat me." Harvey explains casually.
He was building the man's confidence, making him feel daring and invincible, giving him some rope so he would hang himself and bet on something far more valuable. He smirks at Donna.
"You played the man?" She asks, teasingly.
"I think we both know what I played." He grins and glances at her clit, tempted to dive back in, but Donna laughs and pushes him back so she can hop off the table and go back to her seat.
Thomas displays a great sense of good sportsmanship. He seems nothing more than impressed by the way he was played - and not mad about it, judging by the way he's sitting with his legs spread wide to accommodate the bulge in his pants, something Harvey can sympathize with.
The next hand wins Harvey a handjob.
He attempted to raise the bet to a blowjob but Donna refused, probably assuming the game would be over for him once she had him in her mouth - in which she would've been correct - which at least reassures him the stakes tonight are going to get as high as he wants them to if she's not willing to finish him off yet.
She sits on the chair beside him - her underwear still on the floor - and cups his erection over his pants. She teases and scratches over him with her fingernails, staring at his face for his reaction before she takes him out of his pants, an involuntary moan escaping her lips as she does and filling him with pride.
She wraps her fingers around him; presses and releases his length; rubs and swirls the pad of her thumb over the slick tip, until his cockhead is glowing an angry shade of red.
She brings her hand to her lips, licking his precum off her fingers, sucking them like she wanted to be sucking him, except that wasn't what they bet on, but she wanted a taste nonetheless.
Wet fingers return to his cock, sliding from the base to the tip, pumping and tugging his length, and Harvey groans.
"Having fun?" Thomas asks, a sharp edge of frustration in his gruff voice at having to watch his girlfriend with another man for a second time while his own erection is still tightly confined under his pants.
"More if you'd shut up,' Harvey growls, hissing when Donna rubs a thumb over the head before she squeezes it in her hand.
"Shutting up wasn't a part of the bet," Thomas replies petulantly, but Harvey isn't listening anymore because Donna just took his length in both hands, working a maddening rhythm of relentlessly pumping his entire length without ever letting go and he moans, unashamed by the audience or the interruption.
She pulls his foreskin back with one hand and works the wet, swollen head with the other until Harvey is fucking into her fist, bucking in the chair, his head tipped back and eyes squeezed shut.
Donna stops abruptly.
"Fucking hell…!" he pants, dick throbbing. Being abandoned right at the precipice of what would've been the most violent orgasm of the last thirteen years can't be good for his abandonment issues.
"Should I deal the cards?" Donna asks, smiling wickedly at both men.
"Not with those hands," Thomas responds and she laughs.
Harvey reaches for the deck, dealing in a very unsuccessful attempt to disguise his urgency.
"So whoever wins…" he starts, looking at Donna. He doesn't need to finish.
"Yes," she simply states.
"What if you win?" He asks, needing to know who she would choose.
Donna glances at Thomas and then back at Harvey. "I want you both."
The heavy, tension-filled silence that has permeated half the game envelops them again. Thomas takes a sharp intake of air.
"Suddenly feel like losing," he comments, gruffly.
"Respect the integrity of poker, Kessler."
"Nothing about my integrity, huh," Donna teases, the corners of her mouth curving slightly as she looks at Harvey, whose gaze is still clouded with arousal. "Interesting."
Problem is, all the blood left his brain and was currently centered in his dick, pulled there by Donna's talented fingers, and he is left incapable of strategizing or even maintaining a poker face.
Which is how he loses the next hand to Kessler.
Thomas laughs, sharp and loud, and Donna freezes in her chair, glancing worriedly at Harvey.
For the second time tonight he is trapped, not able to escape the apartment after eating her cunt and almost cumming in her fist right in front of her boyfriend and now he can't be the welcher who can't hold his own when the chips are down.
And it's not even all there is to it.
His dick is hard as a rock and he can't think of a worse torture than witnessing what he's about to... Until he thinks about it. Really thinks about it.
He must be a masochist, but if he can't fuck her, watching her being fucked is still better than nothing.
"Donna," Thomas calls her, breaking her staring contest with Harvey. "I want you on the couch." Then he adds in Harvey's direction, "You're welcome to watch."
They move to the sitting area. Harvey takes a seat on the armchair facing the couch and watches as Donna unzips her dress. The fabric floats down to the floor, leaving her in only her bra. He's gazing hungrily at her bare, round cheeks and Donna catches his eyes, glancing over her shoulder at him.
Thomas undresses himself and sits on the couch and, as Harvey suspected, the man has a raging erection - and a big one at that, pointing at the ceiling while he fists the base, waiting for Donna to sit on it.
Donna leans over her boyfriend, kissing his mouth, and Harvey tries to focus less on that fact and more on her ass raised in his direction and the glimpse of her puffy lips. Thomas hands run up the back of her thighs and kneads her cheeks, contributing to Harvey's view by pulling them apart.
Donna turns around, catching Harvey's dark eyes, knowing exactly what they had been focused on. Then she sits on Thomas' lap, his hand on her hip guiding her down into his hard dick. Her legs are still closed, keeping her tighter as she sits down on him, slowly taking him into her core.
Thomas groans, both his hands moving to her waist to pull her down on his dick until her ass makes contact with his thighs.
Then, Donna rides him.
She grinds her ass into him, working her pussy up and down hips length, aided by Thomas' hands on her waist, pushing her up and pulling her forcefully down, all while she stares right into Harvey's eyes and moans deliciously.
Harvey doesn't think twice about once again freeing his dick from his pants and stroking himself. He's so hard it hurts, until he squeezes his wet cockhead into his palm to relieve some of the ache. Donna keeps riding her boyfriend as she watches him masturbate.
Thomas has the blessed idea of unhooking Donna's bra and letting her tits free to Harvey's gaze. He can't help but groan loudly at the sight. Her tits are big and pale, nipples taut and dusty pink - everything he had been thinking about and desiring for so long currently swinging up and down in time with her movements, a couple feet from his face.
Thomas' hands look huge around her body, circling her tiny waist, squeezing her boobs in both his palms, pinching her nipples between his fingers until she whines. Harvey thinks he never truly got the meaning of envy until this very moment.
Once again, Thomas' voice cuts through their tension filled silence, sounding over the slaps from Donna's body against his. "You know what I was thinking?" he asks.
"That you're one fucking lucky son of a bitch?" Harvey suggests, pumping his cock.
Thomas chuckles. "That Donna here didn't get to win her bet."
Donna grinds into his lap and moans. "That's debatable."
"Okay then, let's debate." Thomas reclines against the couch and Donna leans back against his chest. He grabs her thighs, pulling them over his own and spreading their legs, Donna's swung over his - presenting her cunt stretched by his girth to Harvey's view. "I think you deserve to win a hand."
Harvey's too busy staring at her glistening red lips spread around the thick rod inside of her to pay any mind to what the man's saying. That is until the next sentence comes out of his mouth.
"What do you think, sweetheart?" Thomas says, moving his hand to rub Donna's pussy. "I think we could both fit in here."
Harvey's eyes shoot back to hers, finding them closed while she moans. Then she looks back at his dark, desperate gaze, replying to her boyfriend's inquiry. "I think so too."
The words are barely out of her mouth and Harvey's up and undressing himself, intoxicated by the way her eyes trace his body, gazing hungrily at his chiseled chest as he takes his shirt off, his abs, his dick and thighs and she's moaning by the time he places himself between the couple's spread thighs.
He places one hand on the back of her neck, pulling her mouth close to his, the other cupping a boob. He kneads the soft flesh, watches the pale skin squeezed between his spread fingers, flicks her nipple.
"You feeling greedy tonight?" he breathes into her open mouth.
"Yes."
He moves his hand to her pussy, rubbing over her clit. "You want my cock?"
Donna whimpers. "Yes."
Harvey's hand meets the stretch of her opening, currently occupied by Thomas's thick length. He traces his fingers around them both, smoothly over the wetness seeping out of her, and Donna falls back into Thomas' chest. The man takes her breasts in his hands, spreads her knees further with his own, and offers her up to Harvey.
Harvey places his finger along Thomas' cock, squeezing beside it so he can push his way into her hole and stretch her in preparation for his dick.
Donna moans and whimpers when he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out alongside the other man's cock. He turns his wrist so he can crook his fingers into the sweet spot inside of her, rubbing inside insistently and Donna whines again and again, something about 'right there' and 'oh my god, oh god'.
He wants to shove his dick into her, but decides to be patient. Just one more finger, just to be sure.
He pulls both fingers out, going back in with three this time, and both Donna and Thomas moan. Harvey pumps his fingers inside her, letting his head slowly fall closer and closer to hers, dropped back on Thomas' shoulder, until his lips crush over hers.
Donna immediately clings to him, folding her arms around his neck, her tongue sliding inside his mouth and moaning around his tongue as he fingers her.
Her lips feel plump and sweet between his own. He wants to suck on them forever, slide his mouth against hers, feel her tongue dancing around his own. He bites hard on her lip.
After thoroughly sucking her lips and tongue, he pulls his finger from within her and pushes them into her mouth. Donna sucks greedily on them, while Harvey takes the base of his cock in his free hand and presses it into her opening.
She stops, freezes in place, anticipating the pain and pleasure of the stretch she's about to feel.
Harvey pulls his cock up, rubbing his tip around her clit. "Keep sucking," he orders, three fingers inside her mouth.
She does as she's told, resuming the suction around his fingers, even as she whines.
It's so tight that, for a moment, he doesn't think he'll fit. But three of his fingers had just been inside her so he knows she can stretch further. He presses the head of his cock into the underside of Thomas' dick,the man's length serving as a trail into Donna's depths. And then, it finally gives - his cock sliding up the length of Thomas' cock and Donna's pussy stretches for them both, allowing his head to squeeze inside, guttural moans escaping all three of them at the joint feeling.
He looks back at Donna's face, moving his fingers from her mouth to her cheek and kissing her again, swirling his tongue around hers and sucking on her lips. Her chest is heaving, eyes squeezed shut, desperate whimpers and moans leaving her mouth.
"How does it feel?" Harvey asks her, his dick not even halfway inside yet, feeling the desperate need to check if she's okay even if he's pretty certain he might die if he can't keep fucking her.
Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, finishing up a moan and panting before she's able to open her eyes and find his gaze.
"So good, Harvey, oh my god, I'm so full."
He grins at her, moaning when she squeezes around his dick. "Not yet, Donna," he says, and presses further inside.
Another delicious whine slips from her lips and she closes her eyes again, but Harvey licks up her cheek and temples, murmuring, "Look at me."
She finds his eyes, and Harvey's hands move to the backrest of the couch, around Donna and Thomas' heads. He pumps his cock inside her, pulling out and pushing back in. The tightness of Donna's walls around him is insane. He feels Kessler's veiny cock sliding against the underside of his own and both men groan.
Thomas resumes his thrusts up into Donna and she keens madly. The man's hands grips her waist, keeping her still while both men pump inside her, despite her apparently not being able to move at all.
Harvey's still not all the way inside her but with each thrust he shoves a bit more of his length inside. His knee finds the crack of the couch, his other foot firmly on the ground until he finally, finally, shoves all the way inside, meeting Thomas' forceful thrust up, both man's cocks deep inside her pussy, stretching her more than she's ever imagined possible and Donna immediately comes, convulsing on Thomas' lap, digging her fingernails into Harvey's flesh, and screaming.
Her pussy squeezes both of them inside her with a mind-blowing intensity, contracting and fluttering around their cocks, squeezing their erections into each other, gushing wetness around them.
Harvey keeps fucking her - fucking them both - and Thomas' comes, unable to endure the onslaught of Donna squeezing his member and Harvey's cock thrusting against his own, releasing inside her.
It's so wet and so hot inside her with their combined releases, Harvey thinks he's losing his mind. Donna buries her mouth in his neck, moaning and sucking on his skin, her pussy, tight and come drenched, contracting around his dick.
Donna's trembling all over and Harvey's arm circles her waist, pulling her limp body up and down their cocks and pounding into her creamed core desperately, losing his mind on how good it feels. He's both desperate to come and to make sure this never ends because he doesn't know if he'll ever have her again.
Thomas recovers somewhat, and takes over Donna's body, gripping her waist with both hands and pumping her up and down over his spent cock and Harvey's still throbbing one, pulsing against his own.
Thomas licks up the sweat on her neck, telling her she's so hot and she's so good taking both their cocks and asking her if she's going to cum again, to which Donna answers an incohent moan.
Harvey kisses Donna's mouth and fucks deep into her and moves his hand down to rub her clit insistently while Thomas keeps sliding her body over them.
She cums again with a shout and keeps moaning desperately into Harvey's mouth, convulsing against him, squeezing him so tight her pussy wins over his determination to make sure this never ends and he comes, hard and long inside her, growling wildly, squeezing her tit and her neck and releasing inside her core.
He grinds into her until his muscles grow limp and he needs to pull out before he falls on his knees. He throws himself on the couch beside them, forearm covering his eyes and panting, completely spent.
Donna shakily pulls out of Thomas' cock, letting her ass slide to the side, over Harvey's lap, into the seat beside him. Her legs rest over both man's laps as she lets her body fall down into the couch.
She comes back to herself to the feeling of Harvey's warm palm brushing softly over her thighs, Thomas' hands tracing similar paths over her shins.
She'll have to open her eyes soon, clean up the stream of their combined cums flowing out of her pussy and then, she supposes, she should answer Harvey's question.
Who would she choose?
Truth is, it's not even a choice to her.
She had never been able to cut him out and she never wants to.