Watch Me
A/N: Pure smut just for the hell of it, even though I vowed to never write it again.
Dedicated to the person who continually begged me to write this even though they hate when Darvey shares.
(Content warning: involves a threesome and anal sex. If that's not for you, please don't read.)
"Mark wants to watch me with someone else."
She must be drunk, the words just slipping out before she can stop them.
"He what?" Harvey chokes in response.
"It's his fantasy. He wants to watch me have sex with someone else."
"Another girl?" He questions, words almost strangled in his throat.
"No, a guy."
Harvey's eyebrows rise high on his face.
"What?"
"Nothing, you just used to tell me anyone lucky enough to have you wouldn't want to share."
Donna laughs, somewhat surprised he still remembered that throw away line after all these years.
"I don't know. I think it sounds kinda hot."
"You want to do it?"
She bites her lip. "Yeah, I think I do." She hasn't even admitted this fact to Mark yet, but she hasn't been able to stop thinking about it since he brought up the idea a week ago. She's always been adventurous with sex, not afraid to test boundaries and the thought of her boyfriend watching her be fucked by another man has her arousal sky high. They've been together for nearly six months, and Donna feels like if they're ever going to do something like this now is the best time, before things get really serious between them.
"I just need to find the right guy," she says, thinking out loud. "Someone I trust, someone I know I can give Mark a good show with," she adds with a smirk. Because if she does it, the actress inside her needs it to be good. She wants to be able to drive Mark crazy, to fulfil his fantasy beyond anything he could have ever imagined.
Harvey's eyes grow dark, lustful, as they bore into her face.
"I'm sure we could give him one hell of a show," he drawls, low and raw and she can't help but clench her thighs together from the sound.
"What?"
"You and me. You already know we're good together."
"I do," she admits, unable to deny that fact. "But that might make it even harder for me to convince Mark there's nothing going on between us," she laughs.
"He thinks that?"
"Harvey. Everyone thinks that." She rolls her eyes at him.
"But there's not."
She shrugs, not sure how to explain that just because they know there isn't anything there, doesn't mean it still doesn't look like it at times to the rest of the world.
"You know," Harvey says with a slow grin. "This could be the perfect way to prove to him that there's not."
"Oh really and just how does that work?"
"Because he'll watch us have sex. He'll see that it doesn't affect us, that there's nothing more there between us. I think it's perfect," he crows, sounding extremely smug and proud of his idea.
"You just want to fuck me."
"Absolutely," he agrees, without hesitation. "And he wants to watch you get fucked. It's a win win."
"And what about me?"
"Oh I'll make it a win for you as well don't worry," he nearly growls and Donna thinks she stops breathing for a few seconds at the promise laced through his words.
She can't believe she's beginning to seriously consider it, but in some insane, convoluted way Harvey's argument actually makes sense. Maybe he is the perfect choice. She trusts him implicitly, she knows they're hot together and maybe he's right, maybe showing Mark that even having sex doesn't change anything between them will finally make him accept there's nothing going on between her and Harvey.
She's crazy, probably a little drunk, and this could be a terrible idea. She should definitely think it through at a later date, when scotch isn't spiking her blood stream and Harvey isn't sitting next her virtually undressing her with his eyes.
Instead she tosses back the contents of another drink and murmurs, "Okay."
"Really?" He's definitely surprised at her answer, despite his cocky attitude.
"Really."
He looks like a kid in a candy store told he can have whatever he wants, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
"You do know I don't mean tonight right?" She teases him.
"When?"
She bites her lip, knowing she doesn't plan on making either of them wait very long to bring this idea to reality.
"I'll let you know," she answers with a smirk.
She leaves then because the line doesn't feel clear anymore and she's too drunk and too horny from their conversation and she knows she needs to go before she does something really stupid.
When Mark had first raised the idea she told him she'd consider it, but that if she did agree she would be the one choosing the other guy, a condition which he happily agreed to. But she knows Harvey isn't who Mark ever would have expected her to choose. But now that she's thought about it, now that he's offered to do it, she knows this is the only option she's willing to consider. If Mark wants his fantasy to come to life then he'll just have to accept her choice is Harvey.
Surprisingly though Donna finds it's not actually that hard to convince Mark. She's not sure if he's just way too eager to experience his fantasy or if he really believes that watching Harvey fuck her will answer his lingering doubts. Either way she realises she doesn't care why he agrees. The tantalising prospect of being with Harvey again takes over all her thoughts.
They were good together, incredible in fact. His skill was without fault, more than living up to his reputation. To this day she doesn't think she's ever had better, though Mark does come a reasonably close second. But a repeat performance of her best ever, that's something Donna thinks no woman would be capable of turning down.
She calls Harvey the next night, figuring it was far smarter to have this discussion in private over the phone, rather than to risk being overheard at the office.
"So, do you remember that thing we discussed?" she asks, diving right in the second he answers, suddenly feeling nervous.
Harvey, of course, understands immediately. "Like I could ever forget."
"So you're still interested?"
"Oh I'm interested." He replies quickly before she has barely finished her sentence and she can't help but laugh at his eagerness, her nerves dissipating.
"Good. So tomorrow night, my place."
"Someone's keen."
"As if you could wait any longer."
He chuckles. "Damn right." He pauses for a moment and then adds haltingly, "So, should we… talk about anything….like how things will work tomorrow?"
She and Mark had already discussed the ground rules. "Everything's on the table," Donna answers. "He wants to see it all." And she wants to experience everything Harvey has to offer.
She hears his sharp intake of breath. "Sounds good," he finally manages to respond, words sounding stuck in his throat and it gives her a thrill to hear the effect it has on him. "Will he be taking part at all?" Harvey asks, in what she can tell is an attempt to sound casual.
"No." She pauses and then adds, "Not initially anyway. Maybe later."
She hasn't decided on that part. She's focused on making Mark's fantasy come to life first, and also she definitely wants to be able to enjoy Harvey one on one. But after that, of course she's thought about where the night could lead. Two men at once, it's a hidden fantasy of her own she's never experienced. It sounds like the perfect time, and perfect combination of men for her to cross it off her list.
"Would you be okay with that?"
"I'm okay with whatever you want to do," he answers with a surprising level of sweet concern that makes her feel warm in a different way.
"I'll see you tomorrow Harvey."
"I'm looking forward to it."
She hesitates for a moment, not sure whether to say the words sitting on the tip of her tongue. "Just, don't be a dick to Mark alright?"
"Donna, thanks to him I get to fuck you tomorrow night, I think I can be civil."
Heat tickles along her spine. Fuck, she's really going to have sex with Harvey again tomorrow.
"Okay. Goodnight Harvey."
The following day is interminably long. Donna feels nervous, aroused, excited, anxious. Her body tingles, her mind full of thoughts of what lay ahead that night. She goes to yoga, comes home to take a long soak in the tub, spends a significant portion of time trying to decide just exactly what outfit to wear that evening. Anything to keep herself distracted and help pass the time.
She and Mark go out for an early dinner and a few drinks to help settle her nerves. She finds it insanely hot, casually sharing a drink in a crowded bar with her boyfriend, the secret knowledge of what they're going home to do next wrapped around them. She's so horny already, so electrified by their illicit plans for the evening that she ends up dragging Mark into the bathroom for an impromptu blowjob.
It barely tempers the fire in her veins, although when Mark tries to reciprocate she says no. She wants to save her arousal, her burning all consuming desire, her first orgasm of the evening, for Harvey.
They return home and Mark pours them each another drink and they settle on the couch to wait. They make out a little, kissing and touching while Mark whispers a stream of dirty words in her. ear arousing her further, all about how much he's looking forward to watching her pussy get fucked, about how hot she'll look taking someone else's dick, and about how turned on it will make him. She groans, thinking about just who is going to do all those things to her, on tenterhooks as she waits for Harvey's arrival.
Mark has just stood up to pour them another drink when a knock finally sounds on her door. Her heart starts thundering, her body throbbing and beyond ready, even as a sliver of trepidation tickles her neck.
"Show time," Mark chuckles as she goes to answer the door.
The first thing she notices is how good Harvey looks. He always does of course but she finds something extra enticing about his dark blue shirt, sleeves rolled up and dark pants.
"Hi," he smiles softly at her, although his eyes are already dark and hungry.
"Hi," she answers, sounding a little breathless. Butterflies flutter in her stomach because even though she wants this, even though she's out of her mind horny just thinking about it, she's still struggling to wrap her mind around the fact she's about to have sex with Harvey. While her boyfriend watches.
She leads him into the living room, where the guys greet each other awkwardly, which she supposes is to be expected. Mark hands Harvey a glass and all three of them tip back their drinks.
She has no idea what to say, what to do, how things are meant to get started, but she doesn't think anyone is interested in small talk.
"So," she says.
"So," both Harvey and Mark reply in synchronization and she realises they're both just as clueless as to what to do as she is.
Donna decides to just make a move, because otherwise they might stand here all night and she's so ready to get things going. Setting down her glass she steps up to Harvey, resting her hands lightly on her forearms.
"Guess we should break the ice," she says with a smirk before leaning in to brush her lips over his.
He immediately kisses her back and it feels like a bolt of electricity. She opens to him and he sucks on her bottom lip, slides his tongue into her mouth and she actually moans softly from just a kiss. She runs her hands over his biceps, wrapping them around neck, almost lost in the sensation of Harvey's lips on hers until she catches sight of Mark from the corner of her eye. He watches them with a mix of wary intrigue and arousal.
"Let's go to the bedroom," she murmurs, pulling back, the words coming out rough.
Donna leads the way, both men trailing close behind her. She switches her attention to her boyfriend, kissing him as she guides him towards the chair she had earlier positioned at the foot of her bed. Mark's lips feel oddly misshapen against hers after the perfect fit of Harvey's.
"Ready to watch your fantasy come to life?" She purrs, pressing another kiss to his mouth.
Mark nips at her bottom lip as his hand slides under her dress, brushing a finger down the centre of her panties.
"I can't wait to watch this get filled,' he groans.
She whimpers at his dirty words, thinking about just who is going to fill her, his comment drawing her focus back to Harvey who stands a little hesitantly beside her bed.
She instigates the next move again, kissing Harvey once more to help erase the awkwardness, wanting to lose herself again and before long Harvey's hands are roving her body.
"I think you've got too many clothes on," he murmurs against her lips and she grins, glad he's starting to be proactive.
"Well, you better fix that."
Harvey spins her around, hands moving to the top of the full length zipper of her dress. She watches Mark intently as Harvey unzips her and presses kisses down her back in the process, but she sees no signs of jealousy or regret, just dark desire in his eyes.
Harvey peels the dress from her body leaving her standing in the skimpy black lace lingerie she'd picked out for tonight.
"Fuck you look amazing," Harvey groans quietly as she turns back around to face him. She loves that he's not afraid to tell her that in front of Mark. His eyes are glued to her breasts and she's well aware he's a boobs guy. He spent a great deal of time with his face buried in her chest last time they were together, plus she catches him staring multiple times a day while at work.
She picked this particular bra with that fact in mind, loving the way it displayed her breasts, although she thinks he's seen enough of it. She stares at him while she unsnaps her bra and drops it to the floor, feeling the thrill of deep satisfaction at the way his face goes dazed when her fully bare breasts are fully revealed.
Harvey cups them both immediately, palms warm on her skin, thumbs brushing over her already swollen nipples. She makes sure to look at Mark as she moans softly and when Harvey's lips close around one nipple she has to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out his name.
He continues to suck and tease her nipples, further igniting her body, until she grows impatient for more, stepping back to lay herself across the bed, beckoning him with her finger.
"I want to feel those lips somewhere else," she directs Harvey, and both men emit twin groans.
She's having fun performing for them both, and she wants to get Harvey to relax some more, still sensing some tension in his body. She knows how much he loves to perform oral on women, from both personal experience and several late night drunken discussions so she thinks it's the perfect next step to take.
Her heart is racing as Harvey hooks his fingers into her panties and slides them down her thighs. She lets her legs fall apart, opening herself up to both Harvey and Mark's gaze.
Harvey virtually drops to his knees, wasting no time as he drapes her legs over his shoulders spreading her thighs wider. He trails a row of open mouthed kisses up her inner thigh.
She sighs in anticipation as he reaches the juncture of her thighs, dragging his tongue around the edge of her mound several times before suddenly running a long lick across her folds and over her clit. She nearly yelps at the contact, her hips lifting up in search of more. Harvey runs his thumbs over her lips, parting her with his tongue, tracing circles over her clit that makes her whine. He licks and sucks her so good and fuck she forgot just how talented he was at this.
Her eyes track over to Mark, and he's got his pants undone, his palm wrapped around his quickly growing erection, his eyes glued to watching Harvey eat her out. She feels so powerful and so turned on having both men captivated by her, consumed by her.
Harvey thrusts two long fingers inside her pussy, and she nearly loses control, mewling and clutching at his hair, pressing his mouth even harder against her clit, circling her hips to create more friction.
He sucks and licks and strokes, never letting up for a second and combined with the sensation of Mark's eyes intently focused on her Donna comes hard and quick and loud. She lets go eagerly knowing this orgasm is sure to be just the start of her pleasure for the night. Harvey keeps licking her softly, riding her through her release until she starts to feel too sensitive and gently pushes him away.
She sits up and Harvey rocks back on his heels, still crouched between her legs. She takes hold of his hand and sucks his wet fingers into her mouth. He hisses and Mark groans softly, still working his now fully erect dick. She diligently sucks Harvey's fingers clean, eyes on Mark the whole time, reading his reaction, and enjoying what she sees.
Then she reaches for Harvey's belt buckle, tugging it free. "Now you're the one with too many clothes on," she murmurs. She can see the impressive bulge of his dick through his pants and she's impatient to get her hands and mouth on it.
Harvey stands, quickly shedding his clothes and and she groans when she finally lays eyes on his cock, long and thick, almost fully erect, looking just as fucking amazing as she remembered.
She wets her lips as he moves to stand in front of her, just enjoying studying him for a moment, building Harvey's anticipation of what she's going to do. His dick twitches and she grins.
Wrapping her hand around him she guides his cock to her mouth, running the head over her lips, smearing the drop of precumon the tip. She flicks her tongue against the slit and over the sensitive underside before running a long kick down his entire length.
She's enjoying performing, teasing, enjoying the feel of both men's eyes on her, watching her. And she's really enjoying reacquainting herself with Harvey's dick after all this time. She licks and kisses him all over, slides her tongue over his balls and then wraps her lips around the head, sucking softly and he grunts.
She thinks she should look at Mark but she can't, her eyes locked with Harvey's as she takes him deeper into her mouth, as far as she can manage. His eyes are blown wide, mouth open. One hand comes to rest on her cheek, and it feels oddly tender and intimate but then he threads his fingers into her hair and gently tugs her head forward, forcing a little more of his length down her throat. She moans around him, loving the show of dominance, and he does it again, just a little more, holding her in place, the slight obstruction of his cock on her breathing beyond erotic.
When he loosens his grip she pulls back a little, increasing the suction as she begins to bob her head shallowly, enjoying the taste and feel of him between her lips. She sucks him good, wrapping her hand around the base to aid her movements, taking him in deep at various intervals. She could happily keep blowing him until he came, spurting down her throat, but when Harvey next tugs on her hair she understands the warning, releasing him. His cock, wet with saliva and precum and flushed red, juts up against his stomach and god she can't wait to feel it inside her.
"You're so fucking hot," she hears Mark say, low and coarse, her gaze finally drawn back to her boyfriend for the first time since she laid eyes on Harvey's dick. She feels a moment of concern that maybe she had neglected her attention but Mark's looking at her like she's a goddess, squeezing his erection and she can tell he enjoyed her performance just as much as Harvey did receiving it.
She smirks at Mark. "We're just getting started," she promises, moving to extract a condom from her bedside drawer. She opens the foil packet, brushing away Harvey's hand to slide the latex in place herself over his cock.
She hasn't given much thought as to what position Mark might want to watch them in but all Donna can think about is Harvey's body over hers, his weight against her as he moves inside her and so she pulls him down on top of her. Harvey leans up on his elbows, kissing her, wet and messy, before tracking his way down her neck and on to her nipple. He pushes her legs apart with his thighs, spreading her wide open. Taking his cock in hand he taps the head against her clit, making her groan, before dragging it down through her folds and notching just the tip inside her.
She whimpers, already feeling the start of the stretch and desperate for him to fill her entirely.
"You ready?" Harvey murmurs quietly.
"Please," she pleads, hoping he won't make her beg.
He wriggles his hips, teasing her with shallow movements, tongue dragging wetly over her breasts and she whines, needy and desperate. But then he eases his hips forward, hard and fast, and she cries out. She looks right at Mark as Harvey thrusts into her, and the look of his face only enhances everything she's feeling. But she can't keep her gaze on his, instinctively drawn back to Harvey's face.
He looks a little dazed, his eyes transfixed downwards at her pussy, spread open around his cock, as his hips continue to thrust hard and deep into her.
"Harvey," she whispers, drawing him back to her. His eyes are pitch black, his gaze so hot on her that her whole body clenches.
He leans down to kiss her again and she wraps her arms around his shoulders, pressing his body into her as he drills inside her, and she moans into his mouth, the feeling exquisite. The stretch, the fullness, the way his pubic bone grinds against her clit. Every thrust has her moaning and she already feels so close, and Harvey's panting heavily against the curve of her neck and she's nowhere near ready for this to be over already.
Donna wants to be sure to give Mark one hell of a show, and she's also enjoying being with Harvey again too much for things to end quickly.
Wrapping her ankles over his hips she attempts to flip them over, Harvey quickly understanding her intention, helping to roll them over so that she was now balanced on top of him, his cock still buried deep in her pussy. She circles her hips, rocking against him, Harvey hands coming to rest on her hips. She keeps her movements slow and subtle, letting them both calm down a little from the overwhelming sensation of him inside her. She strokes her hand over his cheek, across his lips, down his body to toy with his nipples and then down further, feeling the point where they were joined.
Then she starts to ride him.
She lifts her hips up, sliding up his full length then plunges herself back down again, setting a hard and fast rhythm. Harvey's hands move to her ass, spreading her cheeks and she hears Mark groan loudly in response to his new view. She looks at him over her shoulder, enjoying watching him stroking himself, until Harvey rubs his thumb over her clit and regains her attention.
His cock fills her so well, rubbing against her walls deliciously as she bounces on his lap. Harvey keeps up his strokes on her clit and she can feel herself fluttering around him.
She licks his lips, sliding her tongue against his.
"Turn around," Harvey murmurs against her lips, and she moans understanding his intentions.
She whimpers as she eases off his dick, immediately feeling the loss of him inside her. Harvey readjusts himself on her bed, half sitting up against her pillows, before guiding her back onto his lap, holding his dick as she sinks back down on him. He pins her legs apart with his own, opening her extra wide, giving Mark the perfect view of his cock thrusting inside her pussy.
"Fuck yes," Mark moans in appreciation.
Harvey bucks his hips, and she grinds against his cock, his nimble fingers once more returning to her clit and she lets herself be overcome with the onslaught of pleasure.
She's so fucking thankful for Mark's fantasy, which is feeling more and more like a present for herself. The concept of being watched by her boyfriend feels incredible, so naughty and illicit, making everything feel enhanced and more intense. But most of all being with Harvey again like this is heaven. He's so damn good at making her feel good and they have such an instinct with each other's bodies, knowing just exactly how to tease and push and please each other.
She can't help but cry Harvey's name as she comes, despite staring right at Mark, her body contracting hard around his cock, waves of pleasure ricocheting through her. She pulls Harvey right along with her, his fingers clutching so hard on her hips as he comes she thinks he'll end up leaving bruises. The thought excites her. She likes the idea of still being able to see evidence of their time together on her body tomorrow.
She collapses back against Harvey's chest, body still tingling, feeling weak and overwhelmed. He smooths his palms over her arms lightly, like he's helping to ground her, bringing her back to reality.
"Wow," she mumbles, still feeling dazed.
"Wow alright," Harvey agrees. Her breathing finally returning somewhat to normal Donna moves off him then, allowing Harvey to remove the condom, discarding it in a tissue.
She grins at Mark. "So, did that fulfill your fantasy?"
"Fuck yeah it did," he sighs, "you were incredible."
She nods her head towards his dick, erect and flushed, jutting up out of his boxers. Her mouth waters looking at it and she wants to make Mark feel as good as Harvey just made her feel. "Want some help with that?" She beckons him to join her on the bed. "Lose the clothes," she adds.
"What are you offering?" Mark asks as he quickly undresses, coming to sit beside her.
Donna can sense Harvey behind her and she's not ready for him to leave, not ready to be finished with her one exemption to be with him like this. But she also wants Mark as well, because he's her boyfriend and because she's so grateful for his suggestion that brought her this night. There will never be a better time for her to make this fantasy happen, never a better duo to experience it with and with that thought she makes her decision.
"I want you both," she says. "At the same time."
She looks at Harvey when she says it, rather than Mark, more interested in his reaction than her boyfriends.
"You're sure?" Harvey asks softly and she nods, turning back to face Mark.
"You good with this?" She asks, even though she's certain he will be.
"I got my fantasy, only fair you get yours as well babe." He kisses her, and he's a good kisser, the tip of his tongue snaking between her lips, but she can't help but compare it to how Harvey's lips felt against hers. She pushes away the thought, kissing Mark harder, sliding her hand down the ridges of his abdomen to wrap her fingers around his cock. She pumps him slowly, not wanting to tip him over the edge, but just wanting to make him feel good.
Harvey begins to tentatively run his fingertips over her back and heat coils once more low in her belly. This is really happening. Anticipation and apprehension mix heavily in her continues to work Mark as Harvey's hands move around to her front, playing with her nipples and then moving lower to tease her clit with soft touches. She twists her face back to Harvey, kissing him while Mark sucks on the curve of her neck.
Her hand seeks out Harvey's cock, tacky with semen and already semi hard again. It feels indulgent having her fingers wrapped around two cocks at once, and she enjoys feeling the comparisons between the two men.
Mark begins to kiss his way lower down her body, sucking on her nipple, sliding his tongue over her ribs, nibbling at her hip bone.
"Lay back," he directs quietly, brushing his fingers over her inner thigh. She reclines as Mark brings his mouth to her pussy, still sensitive and swollen from round one, lapping at her slick entrance. There's something almost obscene about having her boyfriend's tongue in the place that was so recently occupied by Harvey's cock, but the thought drives her wild.
Her new position brings her face to face with Harvey's semi-grown erection, which is exactly where she wants to be. She's just closed her lips around the head of his cock when Mark thrusts two fingers inside her, making her groan.
She sucks Harvey, bringing him to full since once more while Mark makes her crazy with his fingers and tongue on her. It feels so good, so tantalising, to be at the mercy of them both.
She tenses slightly, Harvey's dick slipping from her mouth when Mark slides his fingers from her pussy and slowly drags them down over her perineum and between her cheeks, wet and slick.
"You good baby?" Mark asks, meeting her eye as he begins to rub his fingers in soft circles. She whimpers, nodding her head, watching as he flicks his tongue over her clit, the joint sensations intense.
Mark presses in the tip of his finger just a little, making her gasp and Harvey tilts her head back, claiming her lips. He keeps kissing her deeply, tongue stroking her mouth, one hand playing with her nipple, as Mark gradually eases first one, and then a second finger into her ass, stretching her open.
She's groaning uncontrollably into Harvey's mouth as the pleasure of Mark's action starts to increase. When he slips another finger back into her pussy, his lips wrapped around her clit, she explodes, the sensation of being filled in both places and the knowledge that it's just a taste of what's to come, sending her hurtling over the edge.
She's still trembling from her third orgasm as both men seem to move by unspoken agreement, finding herself positioned above Harvey as he rolls a second condom into place on his dick, Mark kneeled behind her, fingers still playing with her ass, dragging out the end of her orgasm.
"You ready for this?" Mark whispers into her ear, teeth grazing her lobe.
"Mmhmm," she moans, as Harvey tugs her hips down, impaling her on his cock. She's so ready for this, so ready to feel every bit of pleasure these two men can draw from her body.
Harvey bucks his hips, and she sinks down the final few inches of his dick until he's buried deep inside her. She leans down to once more reclaim Harvey's lips, as he starts to thrust, his cock gliding easily, her pussy soaking wet from her own desire and Mark's tongue.
Mark's fingers leave her ass and then she feels his tongue wet and insistent swirling over her hole. She gasps and moans loudly at the unexpected touch, pushing back into his mouth seeking more contact. He licks and circles his tongue until she's panting with need, pleading for more.
Mark shifts, kneeling once more behind her and drags his cock between her ass cheeks. Donna whimpers, body thrumming with anticipation but also feeling a sudden bolt of nerves. She's already got Harvey's huge cock buried inside her and Mark's not that much smaller. She's suddenly worried her body won't be able to accommodate them both.
Harvey sneaks a hand between their bodies seeking out her clit. "Just focus on me," he mutters, sucking on her bottom lip as she feels Mark's cock press at her hole. "You feel so good around my cock," Harvey continues to whisper against her lips. "You're so fucking hot taking us both."
She moans, at his indecent words and his fingers in her clit combining to make her body relax, letting Mark slip the head of his cock inside her.
"Good girl," Mark groans from behind, one of his hands moving to her breasts, tugging at her nipple. He slowly pushes in a little more, making her gasp. "Fuck your so tight," he grunts licking her neck, kissing behind her ear. Donna twists her face around to kiss him, sucking on his tongue as he slides deeper into her ass.
Harvey starts to rock his hips again then, shallow thrusts up into her and it already feels overwhelming. Mark pulls back, timing his thrusts with Harvey, sinking in further each time until on the next thrust he finally bottoms out inside her.
She nearly squeals, the combination of fullness and stretch almost too much to handle. It's intense, and erotic, pleasure burning through her body. And the fact that it's Harvey filling her, along with her boyfriend, just makes it feel even more incredible.
Both men had paused their actions, allowing her a moment to adjust to them both fully inside her. She squirms, wanting more, wanting to feel it all. "Please," she pleads. "More."
They both really start to move then. The push and slide of two cocks is mind blowing. She feels overcome, only able to just let herself take it, to absorb the thrusts into her body, the feel of their hands and lips on her body. She emits a steady stream of moans and whimpers, and several virtually indecipherable comments about how unbelievably good they are making her feel.
Her eyes lock with Harvey, his irises pitch black and hungry, his mouth dropped open panting. The rough groans he's making shoot flames over her skin. He watches her just as intently, reading the pleasure on her face, intuitively picking up speed with his thrusts and adjusting his thumb on her clit like she needed.
For a moment Mark begins to feel weirdly superfluous, despite how good he's making her feel, despite the way he claims her body with his cock and his lips on her neck, despite the fact that he's her boyfriend and Harvey is the temporary addition in their bed. For a moment it feels like it's just her and Harvey, caught in a spell while the rest of the world fades away.
But then Mark pulls lightly her hair, angling her face back to meet his lips once more and in an instant the moment is gone, forgotten amid the building crescendo of fire and heat inside her body.
She loses herself once more to the onslaught of pleasure and the sensation of being filled in both places, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she shatters apart, literally seeing stars as she cries out incoherently. Mark explodes right along with her, the feel of his cock pulsing in her ass further heightening her orgasm.
"Fuck," he cries, sounding almost delirious from his release.
Harvey is still thrusting inside her, his chest heaving, fingers biting into her hips as he fights to hold on to control. As though he doesn't want this to end. She doesn't either, but she needs him to come.
"Harvey," she calls, breathless and trembling. "Let go for me," she whispers.
Several more hard deep thrust and then he finally comes, her name a strangled cry on his lips.
Mark pulls out, collapsing onto the bed beside them and Donna initially falls forward into Harvey's chest, where she can feel his heart thundering chaotically. He carefully pulls out of her and she rolls to the side so he can dispose of the condom.
All three of them lay sprawled across the bed, chests heaving, bodies hot and coated in a mix of sweat and saliva and her wet desire. Donna feels exhausted, every muscle in her body deliciously sore, a warm pleasant ache between her thighs. Mark drapes an arm low over her waist in a move that feels oddly possessive. Her hand is tangled with Harvey's on the mattress and she finds herself lacing her fingers with his, not wanting him to try and leave just yet.
Her eyelids feel heavy and she can feel herself drifting. Mark's breathing beside her begins to even out as sleep slowly claims them.
She's not sure how long she dozes for. When she wakes her eyes take a moment to focus in the dim light of the room and there's a split second of confusion as Harvey's face comes into view, a satisfied grin spreading over her face as the memories flood back in.
"Hi," she whispers.
"Hi," he replies, voice thick like honey. "I should get going." She feels a brief pang of regret but she knows he's right. Mark is still asleep beside her as she slips carefully out of his grasp. She shrugs on her robe as Harvey quickly gets dressed.
"Thanks for tonight," she says softly, with a small smirk.
"My pleasure." He grins widely at her.
"And mine," she can't help but retort and he chuckles quietly.
Harvey bends, unexpectedly placing a soft, chaste kiss to her lips that makes her heart skip a beat.
"Goodnight Donna."
"Goodnight Harvey."
The bedroom door has just closed behind him when she hears Mark speak.
"Guess I got my answer."
Donna turns around, frowning. "Answer to what?"
"What's really between you two." Mark nods his head towards her door.
"There's nothing there Mark," she sighs.
"Wake up Donna, it couldn't be more obvious," he says, and his tone isn't even unkind, more pitying.
"Mark, we just had sex and I'm still here with you. Don't you think it would be the other way around if there was anything more between me and Harvey."
"Donna, I could have left the room and you two wouldn't have even noticed. Even when I was inside you it barely felt like I was a part of things. He wasn't the guest in bed, I was."
"That's not true," she disagrees vehemently. She felt she'd been good in keeping her attention split evenly between both men, but this night with Harvey was a one time thing, of course he was going to steal her focus.
"Maybe you really can't see it then. Maybe both of you are just blind. But you two need to figure it out for your sake, and everyone else's."
She bites her lip, already tired of defending herself.
"I really like you Donna. I really like being with you. And tonight was incredible. But I can't compete with that."
"There's no competition," she mumbles stubbornly.
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Mark says with a sad sigh.
He pulls on his pants, slips his shirt over his head.
"You're an amazing woman Donna, this night, our time together, I'll never forget it. But I can't be the third party in our relationship anymore."
He kisses her cheek. "I hope you realise it soon Donna. Because I'm pretty sure he already has." And then he leaves, and her head spins. Half an hour ago she was basking in the glow of one of the greatest sexual experiences of her life and now Harvey's gone and so is her boyfriend.
She thinks she should feel more upset at the end of her relationship, she liked Mark, she thought they might have had the chance of a future. Them breaking up was not the outcome she expected from tonight. But she can only seem to concentrate on his final comment, wondering just exactly what it was he thinks he saw fromHarvey.
Her mind drifts back to that moment she and Harvey shared, the brief second of time when the rest of the world, Mark included, had ceased to exist. She tries to tell herself it's nothing, just a normal intimacy that happens while having sex with someone.
But with the heat and lust of the moment now somewhat removed from her body she can see it clearer now, the way he looked at her, the dark gaze she read as hunger but now thinks might be something else, the almost reverential way he touched her body. Flashbacks of the night splash across her eyes and it's all Harvey. Maybe Mark was right, maybe he really was an almost unwelcome addition tonight.
But that's just her and Harvey. They have an unexplainable connection that runs bone deep. It doesn't mean more. At least that's what they've always told people. Over and over again. For the first time Donna starts to wonder just who it is they were trying to convince all this time, the world or themselves.
She sits in her thoughts for hours, as night turns into day. Until she realises there's only one way to find out the answers she needs.
But when Harvey answers the door she realises she doesn't need words. The answer to every question she has is right there on his face.
Turns out Mark and pretty much everyone else in their lives were the ones always seeing things clearly. She and Harvey really had been the ones blind to the truth. But now finally they were both seeing with perfect vision.
Later that day, the midday sun streaming through Harvey's bedroom windows and over their naked bodies, she twists in his embrace to face him.
"Can we agree not to explain just exactly how we came to realise the truth about us?"
Harvey chuckles loudly, brushing his knuckles over her cheek.
"I don't know, realising you're in love via a threesome makes for one hell of a story."
"Harvey," she whines, before pausing as the rest of his words sink in. "Love?"
He nods, kissing her softly. "Love."