Chapter 7: Party Of Three
Vaughn cinched her hands to the bedpost, taking special care in making sure that the rough metal of the handcuffs were covered with the soft cloth so they wouldn't hurt her wrists. When he'd snagged the cuffs from work that afternoon, he was already hard just thinking about using them on her later that evening. After that, he double-checked the blindfold to assure himself that she couldn't see a thing. Picking up a large ostrich feather he stood at the end of the bed to just watch her, powerless for the moment.
"I know you're still here." Despite her temporary blindness, she could always sense when he was around her.
"How?"
"Vaughn-dar," she answered matter-of-factly before stretching her long legs out in front of her, exploiting the fact that he'd stolen the red lingerie from CIA op tech storage. She'd get back at him some time soon for making her prance around the bedroom in almost the same humiliating fashion as the fat, shrimp-eating man aboard the plane that housed server 47. Secretly, she enjoyed Michael's eyes on her, knowing that she was able to make him rock hard after merely strutting around the bedroom.
He'd quickly turned the tables, though, ordering her to lie down on the bed and set her wrists up against the posts.
"You're not gonna leave me hanging like you did last time, are you?"
"Nah. Once was enough for that," he laughed, settling his weight down onto the coverlet but keeping a respectable distance between their bodies.
Lifting the feather, he switched his spot until he was kneeling astride her legs. Bringing the fluffy tip to her stomach, he swirled it around her belly button as she arched her back, letting out a string of half-giggles, half-moans.
"No…no, Vaughn, I'm ticklish!" she begged, trying in vain to get away from the item in his hands. She didn't need to ask to know what it was.
"Let's play a game." His voice was nearly a whisper, but he kept the deep gravely edge that he knew drove her crazy.
She shook her head in defiance, Michael dragging the feather down the right side of her ribcage, smiling as she squirmed. His jeans were impossibly tight, his erection begging to be set free from the constricting denim.
"I said, 'let's play a game'. We're going to mess with your senses. Phase one is feeling." This time, the order was heeded and he backed off with the tickling. "You have to tell me what I'm using on you," his voice slid back down to a sensual whisper.
"Umm…a feather?"
"There ya go," he praised, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her stomach, lingering long enough for his tongue to dart into the button before pulling back to his straddling position over her knees.
He looked to the small end table he'd set next to the bed, his fingers pausing over the many objects he'd set out for his 'torture' session. Deciding on a large child's paint brush - the bristles fluffy yet sturdy – he touched it to the tip of her nose. Dragging it over her left cheek, he briefly let it brush over her lips before moving down the slope of her jaw. He pulled away and she knew she must answer her lover before he would touch her again.
"I don't know," she whimpered.
"Hmm…" he muttered between closed lips as he set it to her hot skin once more, running it around her ear and down the side of her neck. Pulling away once more, she hazarded a guess.
"Umm…another feather?"
"That's not very inventive," he scolded.
"Well, you're not giving me any hints!" she growled in return, Vaughn responding by sticking the paintbrush into her ear as though he were giving her a Wet Willie.
She groaned and pulled away, aching to itch the spot when he set it to her stomach once more.
"If this is the feel test, why can't I use my hands?"
"Because you're an Operations Officer for the United States Central Intelligence Agency."
"This was never in my training," she mumbled, Michael shaking the bed with a laugh.
"Here," he conceded, sticking the tip of the large brush into her hand, swirling it around her palm before pulling away.
"A…paint brush?"
Rather than verbalizing her success, he leaned forward and suctioned his lips over the hollow between her collarbones. She groaned at the contact, her hands straining against the cuffs to touch him. Pulling away with a smack, she kicked her leg lightly in frustration, Vaughn laughing once more before picking something else up from his 'workstation.'
It was slippery in his hands, but he managed to keep a hold of it before dragging it in a slow circle around her belly button.
"Oh my God…ice! Ice!" she cried out, trying to twist her body away from his diligent fingers, but the constant pressure of him sitting on her lower legs made it difficult.
"Ice what?" he asked with a vicious grin.
"Ice cubes!"
"Now, now, English major. Does it feel like more than one? Singular, Sydney," he breathed her name, sticking the nearly gone cube into her belly button as she squirmed.
"Damn it, ice cube!" she snarled through clenched teeth as Michael lapped up the melted ice from her button, tracing the chilly circles with his tongue before pulling away. A drip fell from his chin to her thigh, but she noticed only vaguely in the back of her mind; most of her senses were focused on his purposeful actions.
"Okay, I think you did pretty good with round one," he taunted her.
"Does that mean I get a cookie?" she asked in annoyance, growing both excited and frustrated by his games.
"No."
"Damn," she muttered, cracking a grin at his harsh statement. "Does that mean I get to take off the blindfold?"
"No."
She pouted, Vaughn smirking as he leaned over and grabbed the first small bowl.
"Now we move on to taste. One of my favorites," he grinned, leaning forward and licking her lower lip.
In return, she darted her tongue out and traced where he'd just wet her skin, murmuring in response.
"That was easy - tasted like Vaughn."
"Nice try, but we're haven't even started yet."
Grabbing the paintbrush he dabbed it into the bowl, getting a copious amount of goo onto the end. Without wiping it on the edge he moved it to her lips as the substance drizzled over her stomach and chest, his eyes watching the drops as they stuck where they landed.
After feeling the goop drip onto her chin, she frowned behind the mask as Vaughn reassured her, saying, "It's not gonna kill you – open up."
Obeying, she tasted the sweet, sugary compound carefully, her tongue flickering out to clean off her lips.
"It's honey."
"Very good," he smiled, setting the items back down onto the stand.
"Wait, don't I get something for getting it right? A kiss? A hug? An orgasm?"
Without even answering, he leaned forward and began lapping at the trails of sticky sweetness around her stomach, deliberately ignoring her breasts as he moved up her body.
"C'mon, how long are we gonna do this?" she groaned, her nipples getting impossibly harder as he bypassed them to her chest.
The sudden ringing of a cell phone made them both groan – in a non-sexual way – as Michael grabbed it from his back pocket.
"Vaughn," he answered.
Weiss' voice broke through the earpiece, "Hey, you two busy?"
"What makes you think I'm with Sydney right now?" he complained, hating that his friend could read him so well.
Eric only laughed as he chose to ignore the death stares both Kendall and Jack were throwing his way. "Because you two are the biggest horn-balls I've ever known. Ten to one, you've got her tied to the bed and are in the middle of something incredibly kinky."
"Wow, you're good." Vaughn confirmed, impressed, as he heard Weiss' answering shudder.
"Dude…I was just kidding! Well, it doesn't sound like you're gettin' lucky tonight. Get in here; Jack and Kendal got us an operation. A chance to get a step ahead of Sloane for once," he muttered, hanging up before Vaughn could try and form an adequate excuse.
"Damnit," he growled, tossing the phone behind him on the bed before extracting the key to the handcuffs from his pocket. Unlocking them quickly, Sydney was startled as her hands were suddenly freed.
"What's goin' on?" With a flip of her wrist behind her head, the blindfold toppled down to her chest as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the bedroom. She felt more than saw Vaughn slide off of her legs, pushing herself up onto her elbows. "Vaughn?"
"That was Weiss – we've got a mission."
"Ugh, of course we do. With the weekend off and a crap load of sexual tension to get rid of, we get to go to work."
"Hey, look on the bright side," he started, grabbing a clean pair of dress pants as he willed his stiff cock to deflate before they met with Jack Bristow. "Maybe we'll get to visit a place with a nice cushy office and a couch where we can get busy."
…
"A threesome?!" Weiss, Sydney, and Vaughn shouted simultaneously, their shocked eyes looking up from their folders to Marshall's bright red face.
"Well…umm…the only access to the office is from this bedroom. This club is frequented by people that…ummm…like having more than two…people in the room. You just gotta pretend...I promise!" His common stutters usually made them all smile, but this time it wasn't cute.
"A threesome?" Repeating their earlier statement, Kendall took over.
"You three will infiltrate the club and gain access to this room here; it's a bedroom used by paying customers. Agent Vaughn will use the drill to make a hole in the ceiling into the office above, and then Weiss will insert the camera equipped with a remote modem. You need to get that thing within two feet of the computer for it to work."
"That's a two person job, so why do all three of us need to go in?"
Marshall interceded, "Weiss will be moving the camera and modem around and Vaughn'll be watching the handheld screen. You're gonna have to hack into their system using this laptop and a phone jack. Now…they've got some pretty crazy security measures on their server, so it'll probably take me about five minutes to break their firewall and hack their files. Everything will pretty much download to the laptop's hard drive, and when it's done, just remove the drive."
Kendal nodded to the techie, signaling for Marshall taking his seat quickly
"Now…they have security cameras in the room. Apparently this guy really likes to watch his patrons – enjoy themselves, shall we say?" Sydney rolled her eyes as Vaughn and Weiss looked warily back and forth. "You'll need to make it convincing until Marshall gives you the word that he's jammed the monitors."
"Won't the guy know somethin's up?" Weiss commented, trying to think of every viable excuse to get out of the mission.
"Not if the last thing he sees are you three enjoying yourselves. He'll leave his office and go to the security room to rectify said problem. Marshall has assured us that they'll have enough problems getting back online in three years, let alone the ten minutes the whole op will take. Any questions?" Kendall looked at his agents and saw that they had plenty of questions, just no desire to voice them. "Wheels up in half an hour, you'll be taking a private CIA jet to Mexico City."
They boarded the plane in silence, a desperate sort of awkwardness surrounding the three agents. Sydney and Vaughn took the double-seat against the wall of the fuselage, Weiss plopping into the single one beside them.
"I don't know about you…but I'm a little weirded out by this whole thing." Eric stretched his legs out as Sydney leaned her shoulder into Vaughn's.
The plane was silent, Sydney absorbing herself into the files as Vaughn pretended to read the book he'd brought along. Weiss occasionally snored from his reclined position as Sydney stole a glance at her boyfriend. To her surprise, she noticed immediately that he'd closed the book and had it sitting on his leg, his piercing green eyes staring directly at her.
"What's that look for?"
"The fact that I've still got a hard-on from your little jaunt around the bedroom earlier only adds to the pile of sexual tension I've got stored in my brain." He effectively turned on the 'sex-voice' making Sydney shiver in response.
"Vaughn," she warned, but he continued anyway.
"Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to just crawl off of you to go to work-"
"Vaughn, stop."
"To un-cuff you from your cinched little spot on the bed? Blindfolded and everything! We didn't even get to finish my game."
His eyes never left hers – emerald burning into caramel as Sydney's gaze finally shifted over to Weiss. "He sleeps like the dead," Vaughn responded as he saw the familiar purple hue begin to saturate her irises.
"What else did you have planned?" she asked quietly, Vaughn delighting in the fact that she was more than willing to play this verbal game with him. It was a relatively short flight from L.A. to Mexico City – compared to the many flights from Taipei and back in the same day.
"Well…a bowl full of honey and another of hot fudge," he listed.
"I met honey, we became good friends," she grinned, a single dimple popping out as she scooted closer to where he was sitting.
Vaughn turned so his body was facing her, one leg bending at the knee and flattening against the back of the couch as the other dropped to the floor, leaving his position perfect for her to move in-between his legs.
She made no such move, content to prolong their lust to the bitter end.
"Hot fudge?"
"Yep. Microwaved to a touch above warm, but not too hot." His smile was pure testosterone, as was his gravelly voice.
She nodded, closing the filed in front of her quietly before meeting his eyes with a hooded gaze. "What else?"
Running a finger from the cleft in his chin to his abdomen, she wiggled her eyebrows as Weiss let out a small snore.
"Other than covering you in chocolate and fucking you until neither one of us could see straight? God, Syd, how long has it been?" His mood changed slightly from completely horny to completely horny and whiny.
"I dunno, like…six days?"
"Feels like forever," he grumped but she just laughed, forcing him to take her hand and bring it to his lips. "You're not the one walkin' around the CIA offices with a hard-on."
"You're not the one who had to run home after almost every damn meeting because the looks you were getting made you so wet you had to change underwear." She deadpanned, seeing the surprised look on his face. "Yeah. You with your damn furrowed brow and deep green eyes – you make me weak at the knees," she scolded him as she scooted closer until she was sitting in the same fashion as he, tossing her outer leg over his thigh and her inner one around behind him.
Weiss cracked his eye open to sneak a peek at them, not wanting to ruin the moment between his two friends by telling them he'd been awake the whole time. Selfishly, he kinda wanted to see how far they would take it with him 'sleeping' right next to their couch.
Vaughn's arms wrapped around her, settling against her lower back to pull her closer against him. "You are so beautiful," he commented, her bright smile shining over him as she leaned in, cupping has face before joining their lips in a sweet kiss.
Then another…one more…then their tongues snaked out to join the party and they quickly lost themselves in each other. Michael's hands skimmed down over her dress pants to cup and squeeze at her ass, pushing her farther between his legs until she was almost on top of him.
Her mouth slanted over his as his tongue skimmed across the roof before pulling back, his teeth nipping at her pouted lower lip. She couldn't keep the low moan from reverberating through her chest. Their previous activities had succeeded in turning them both on to the point of insanity, but leaving them bereft of their completion.
With one sizzling kiss, the lust seemed to be multiplied by a number close to infinity as it dropped like lead in their stomachs, burning a trail to their sexes.
Weiss – dazed as he was – had the wherewithal to keep his jaw from dropping as his two friends began making out. Not a hormonal teenager type of make-out; this was a foreplay session for two well-seasoned lovers. Right in front of him. Well…technically it wasn't in front of him; he was supposedly asleep.
The tightening of his groin made him painfully aware that he was awake, and he shifted slightly away from them both.
Sydney and Vaughn froze mid-kiss as Weiss wiggled around to find a comfortable spot on the odd shaped chair. Their eyes were the only things that moved, assessing the situation and figuring that their tangled arms and legs wouldn't really allow a quick parting without making it painfully obvious as to what they were doing.
Vaughn's hands still cupped her ass as her own were splayed across his bare chest. How she'd managed to open up his Oxford he had no clue, but she had.
"We should stop," she mumbled, the movements of her lips causing them to brush against his as he nodded, letting go of her backside aid in untangling their legs. She couldn't hold in a laugh as her hand accidentally brushed against his engorged cock through his tented trousers. "You should go take care of that," she grinned and saw his nod as he stood, pressing a kiss to her forehead before moving off with a stiff walk to the lavatory.
'Too bad I can't go in there and take care of myself,' she groused internally as she flipped open the abandoned file, sending Eric a glare and jumping back into her work with a cloudy mind.
…
The club was hot, sweaty, and pulsing. Sydney was dressed in the smallest mini skirt she'd ever seen; the high plaid stockings going up under her knees, accentuated by the nearly five inch stilettos adorning her feet. The tight, see-through shirt showed off her rippled abdomen, ending right below the black lace bra.
Vaughn and Weiss were almost dressed alike, though Eric was sporting a loose blue shirt over his baggy black pants while Vaughn was in a shining green button-up. The bouncer eyed the three, Sydney standing in the middle with her arms wrapped around both of the guy's waists, looking back at him with black-rimmed eyes.
The giant of a man let them pass as Vaughn reached his hand back and grabbed her ass, Sydney sending him a warning with her eyes despite the wicked smile she flashed.
"Can I grab your ass too?" Weiss whispered, Vaughn answering 'no' with his eyes.
They moved through the club to the bar, three sets of eyes scanning the maze until they spotted the bedroom near the back of the bar.
"You two blend in, I'll go get us a room," Weiss wiggled his eyebrows, Sydney laughing as he sauntered over to a rather intimidating man standing beside the bedroom's one entrance.
Vaughn turned her toward him with his hands against her shoulders, Sydney maneuvering easily in his arms as his mouth began blazing a path down her jaw toward her ear.
"You okay with this? You're pretty possessive today," she mumbled through clenched teeth as he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot.
"'M not looking forward to seeing you and Eric…" he left off.
"Maybe I won't have to-" she mumbled, a hand tapping her shoulder as she turned to see Weiss' embarrassed face.
"Kiss me," he mumbled, his form gesturing to the bouncer with unconvinced eyes staring directly at the three of them. "He said he wants proof," he mumbled, tossing each of them an apologetic stare.
While Vaughn paled slightly, Sydney didn't even blink. Sliding into her alias, she tossed the uncooperative bouncer a sexy smile before grabbing Weiss' head, slamming her lips over his. She could feel Michael's eyes on them both as Eric pushed aside the deep- rooted feeling of betraying his friend and wrapped his large arms around Sydney's smaller frame. Her tongue swirled around his for a brief moment before they both pulled away from one another, Sydney turning and doing the same with Vaughn, shaking him from his stupor.
"Sorry, baby," she muttered after pulling away, both men jumping into their roles to throw smug grins at the cocky bouncer. Turning away from the three of them to unlock the bedroom door, he pulled a cell from his pocket.
"Probably calling the management to inform our creep that he's about to get a show," Vaughn muttered as Sydney grabbed both boys' hands, leading them to the now opened room. She tucked her hair behind her ear nonchalantly, pushing the small button on the backs of the large earring, hoping that Marshall's sound jamming device would work.
Weiss pulled the backpack off his shoulder as the scruffy man looked through it, pulling out a video camera and a tripod, winking at the guard before closing the door in his face.
"Okay guys, just…gimme a minute," Marshall paused in their ear before flickering back to life. "Okay, you've got fifteen seconds before the signal is jammed, so you're gonna have to…act."
Sydney didn't say anything in response, turning and seeing Weiss pretending to struggle in setting up the video camera. That left her with Vaughn. She shoved him back toward the large bed, having to admit that for a sex room in a club, this one it wasn't as bad as some others they'd been in. She pounced on her boyfriend, her mouth sliding over his as her hands fretted with the buttons of his shirt.
His tongue stroked hers as she moaned into his mouth, the sudden vibration causing a burst of lust to rush from his brain to his groin. His hands suddenly joined the action, rubbing from her back up to her curled hair, and then skimming downward until he cupped her ass.
"You seem pretty preoccupied with my ass there, big guy," she grinned against his mouth, hearing Marshall interrupt.
"You do know that…we hooked into their system…right?"
"Why do you ask, Marshall?"
"No reason. That was…pretty hot, though," he giggled, feeling more than seeing Jack Bristow's glare before jumping back into the mission. "You guys should be good for about ten minutes, maybe less."
"Thanks, Marshall," Vaughn grumbled sarcastically as they all three got to work.
Within five of the ten allotted minutes, Vaughn had the hole drilled and maneuvered to the LCD screen as Weiss inserted the camera through the ceiling. Sydney sat on the bed with the laptop ready as she waited for Vaughn's signal.
The whole operation took less than seven minutes, Marshall uploading the data from the computer faster than he'd originally thought as he gave them a thirty second warning.
Sydney quick ripped off her shirt and ordered the boys to do the same so it would look like they were in the process of redressing for the cameras when they turned back on. Packing all of their stuff, Sydney gave Weiss and Vaughn each another kiss before they exited the bedroom and finally the club, where they found a cab and made a break for the airport.
"Vaughn, how much do you want to bet that Syd's dad saw you groping her?" Weiss joked, the glare his friend sent being redirected by the ringing of his cell phone.
Eric stowed his things as Michael talked, the sudden worry in his voice alerting the other passengers to a conversation with Jack Bristow.
"I hope that's not the etiquette that you use on every mission, Agent Vaughn,"
"Of course not, Jack, only the missions with Sydney," Vaughn retorted without thinking of his safety…or the safety of his boys.
"Your plane is going to be rerouted; there was an echelon interception that leads us to believe Sloane and Sark are in Bangladesh. We'll see you all back on Tuesday."
The crisp conversation quickly over, Vaughn tossed his cell into the bag and stowed it in an overhead compartment. "We get to go to Bangladesh. Apparently they got some intel on Sloane and we need to look into it. Be prepared for a long flight," he sighed, flopping onto the sofa next to Sydney as she leaned into his shoulder.
"I'm gonna get a drink, you two interested?" Weiss called, moving to the mini bar in the back of the plane.
"I've got cards," Sydney suggested, wiggling out of Vaughn's grasp and jumping to get said item from her carry on.
Two hours later the three of them were a half-step beyond plastered as they attempted to play BlackJack, strewn out across the airplane cabin's floor.
"Ha! 21!"
"Eric, that's 19," Vaughn laughed, Sydney showing that she'd once again managed to score a Blackjack, collecting the pot while taking another shot of pineapple rum.
"Look, I had no counting…stuff…before I'm drunk…le's do sumthin' else," Weiss slurred, drinking the rest of the rum straight from the bottle as Vaughn finished off another little bottle of the brandy, grabbing another.
"Or speesh, obvisly," he muttered, Sydney giggling through another shot as Michael leaned over and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
"Gawd…you two's like bunnies!" Weiss growled as he grabbed Syd's shot glass and downed it before she had a chance to. Unfortunately, with his dexterity at a minimum and more than slightly fuzzed with the alcohol, most of the shot managed to splatter down his chin and onto his shirt.
"Well…if'n we'd gotten busy b'fore the damn mission, I wouldn' be horny as hell," Vaughn flipped Weiss off with a chuckle before diving into Sydney's neck again, his nose pushing loose strands out of the way as Weiss shook his head at the two of them.
"I dunno, Vaughn," Sydney gulped down some more rum. "Weiss is a pr'ty good kiss'r." She felt him pull away, expecting to see a glare in his jade eyes.
Instead, there was an unknown fire burning in the depths. Something…elusive.
"Prove it," he ground out.
"What?" A sudden sense of sober washed over her, though the edges were still laced with haze.
"Prove it."
Weiss shook his head to try and clear it, though no manner of shaking would remove the cotton ball taking residence around his brain. "Dude…this ishn't a good…thing…plan," he stuttered, trying to sit up.
"You're serious." It wasn't a question, more like a statement, and Vaughn only answered by a fiery nod of the head.
Sydney looked at Weiss…
Weiss looked at Sydney…
Both weighed their options until Vaughn crossed his arms over his chest, waiting with raised eyebrows. Sydney cautiously scooted closer to Eric, her eyes still holding Vaughn's until she turned her head and met Weiss' deer-in-headlights expression.
"You gonna beat th' 'ell outta me if I do this?" he asked Michael one last time, seeing his friend's shake before focusing all of his attention on the woman in front of him.
He cupped her face gently, pulling her closer as she knelt beside him, both hands pressed against his chest. They kissed tentatively, expecting Vaughn to change his mind at any moment, but when no warning came, their actions deepened.
'Weiss kisses nothing like Vaughn,' Sydney thought as Eric's tongue skimmed her lips and asked for permission to enter her mouth. 'Vaughn is all…enveloping. Eric's kinda sweet and tender.'
Vaughn watched as their mouths molded together, getting an itch of desire in his palms. Crawling up behind the crouching young woman, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Her lips popped away from Eric's, Vaughn reassuring them to continue as Weiss' hands slipped up to Sydney's waist. She moved over him, Eric spreading open his legs so she'd fit in between as Vaughn followed her from behind.
Sydney and Weiss' tongues dueled as Vaughn blazed a trail down her neck, his hands slipping between their two bodies and beginning to lift the hem of her t-shirt. The two pulled apart only for the removal of her top, the sight of the black lace making both men groan. Sydney was left with an erratic pulse and turbulent breathing as two very different mouths attacked her throat.
Tilting toward Vaughn as she sat on her knees, Eric inching his body back until he rested comfortably against the couch. He watched Michael's hands traced her abdomen with skill, his lips sucking her earlobe into his mouth as she arched against him. Her position – rocking back on her heels – made it all too easy for his kneeling legs to surround her, forcing his body directly against hers.
'They really do make a great couple,' he thought, his mind quickly being redirected by his tightening groin, his cock taking over the thought process. 'Yeah, a hot couple where the guy is askin' you to join in! Don't just sit, stick me in there!'
Vaughn's hands surrounded her breasts, her eyes opened to fix Eric with a heavy-lidded gaze. She could see the beginning of a tent in his baggy pants, her mind straying as she mentally compared the two men.
'This is silly, you haven't even seen it yet!' she internally scolded, though a sudden endorphin rush pooling at her center stopped all thought processes in a hurry. Hands were everywhere, and she really didn't know which ones belonged to whom, but she wasn't sure she cared any longer. As Michael set to undoing her bra, Eric came out of his trance and reached out to trace her abdomen.
Weiss leaned back up, Sydney meeting him as she pulled away from her comfortable spot against Vaughn's chest to smash their mouths together. 'Well…so much for the tender and sweet Eric.'
His tongue shoved its way past her pouted lips, snaking around hers before setting out to memorize her. His mouth pulled away, leaving her gasping as he bent down to confiscate one of her newly freed nipples into his heated depths. A turnabout from the kiss, he was almost too gentle…reverent. While his teeth, lips, and tongue were busy at one peak, his gigantic hands showered the other with attention.
Vaughn had almost forgotten to act, his hands settled over Sydney's hips as he watched Eric devour his girl's breasts from his bird's eye view over her bare shoulder. A rush of blood jumped to his cock, a small spurt of precum soaking into the front of his boxers as his cock stood to full attention inside its cloth prison.
He leaned back far enough to pull his own shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him to join Sydney's, though he wasn't sure where they'd landed. His hands moved up her back as he massaged the tense muscles, her hand reaching back for him. He leaned toward her, Sydney's fingers delving past his face to the back of his neck, gripping the short hair and pulling him around to the side so she could access his mouth.
Vaughn was a willing participant, keeping his lower body pleasantly pushed against her backside and tilting his upper body until their lips found one another. Her kiss was all wet heat, sucking his tongue in to duel with hers as she tried to steal the very breath from his lungs.
Eric switched from the right breast to the left, giving it as much attention as its partner. She dimly felt Vaughn's hands circle around from the back to the front, settling over her trousers and undoing them deftly.
"Wait," she croaked out, both men freezing simultaneously. "Why do I have to be the only one naked here?" she asked, each letting out a pent up breath they hadn't recalled holding in as they reluctantly pulled farther apart.
Eric moved back to lean against the couch, feeling a draft and looking down to see that she'd already unbuttoned his shirt. Shrugging, he slid his arms out and worked at his belt.
Vaughn felt her eyes on him as he slowly unbuttoned his pants, seeing the shock in her face at the realization that he'd removed his shirt without her knowing. 'Ten points for being a spy,' he congratulated himself mentally as she turned to help Weiss remove his trousers completely.
Once both were in boxers and nothing but, Sydney stood and slowly began to strip from her black dress pants. Once they pooled around her feet, she made a show of stepping out of them to stand before the two kneeling men in nothing but skimpy pair of underwear, black lace to match the bra now thrown across the room.
"I love your legs, Syd," Weiss mumbled, pressing a kiss to her knee as she smiled, feeling Michael's hands skim her thighs up to her hips, his fingers catching the sides of the delicate panties and pull them down slowly. Placing a kiss to the small of her back, Eric got his first glimpse of Sydney Bristow.
'I don't think it's possible, but I think I just had an orgasm without having one,' he thought as his eyes scanned her perky breasts, flat and toned abdomen, the small patch of neatly-trimmed curls at the juncture of her thighs, continuing down the long runner's legs and back up again in a matter of seconds.
"You're beautiful," he mumbled, feeling self conscious for the first time that evening as he reverted his eyes to the jet's carpet.
"No time for that," she reassured, kneeling between his legs once more, his back resting comfortably against the couch as she pressed her chest against his. Sweeping in for a wet kiss, Vaughn crawled his way up to her after kicking his boxers off, letting her feel his erection against the cleft of her ass.
Subconsciously pushing back toward him, her hands reaching down between she and Weiss to find the straining bulge in his underwear.
'Feels about the same length as Vaughn…only wider,' she mused, her hand wrapping around his shaft through the cotton.
Eric hissed, his head dropping back to the cushion of the leather couch, Vaughn standing and leaving them for a moment to grab something from his carry on bag. She had his boxers around his knees by the time Vaughn returned, a large pink bottle and two condoms in his hands.
"Dude…Sydney's lotion isn't gonna help here," Weiss complained, Vaughn tossing him a grin and holding the bottle label-up so he could read it. "Lube?! You guys just…carry that around in your suitcase?!" he asked excitedly, Michael popping the top and spreading some over his hands before slipping them around Sydney's breasts.
"Not just lube…I paid thirty bucks for that damn bottle when she dragged me into Fascinations." He tossed it to Eric. "It warms up with friction."
Turning on his sex-voice, he mumbled his last sentence into Sydney's ear as his hands began massaging her breasts, the tingling sensation beginning around the outside before setting fire to her painfully hard nipples. She arched into his hands with a throaty moan, Vaughn chuckling as his hands skimmed down her stomach, a wake of flames following his deft fingers until he reached the patch of curls. Eric slipped the condom on with practiced hands, his eyes not leaving the scene.
Sydney snatched the bottle from Eric's fingers, putting an ample amount into the palm of her hand before wrapping it around his hard cock. Weiss groaned low in his chest, his eyes squeezing shut as she fisted him a few times to allow the warming to begin before letting go, the wide rod slapping back against his stomach as he looked up at her with frowning eyes.
"Patience," she scolded, running the tip of her index finger from root to the mushroomed head before lifting the bottle back up and putting a dollop into her hand, reaching back for Vaughn's straining erection and doing the same with him as he slid a well-coated finger into her pussy. Eric grabbed his own cock and began fisting it slowly as he watched his two friends torture one another with pleasure before Sydney turned to him.
Moving so that Weiss' legs were together and she was able to straddle them, she slithered up his body until his torso was supporting her upper body. Pushing up by setting her hands against the couch on either side of his head, she hovered over his body like a naughty angel. Sydney took his mouth once more, running her wet channel over his straining hardness two or three times until he took the initiative to reach down. He took himself in hand and aligned his swollen head with her dripping opening.
Eric peeked over her shoulder to Vaughn once more, seeing the lust and confirmation in his friend's emerald gaze. Without further ado, he lowered her gently over his dick, the tightness of her channel accentuating the lubrication they were using, the artificial cherry scent of filling the air.
Inch by inch she sucked him farther into her heated body until there was nowhere else to go. He paused, letting her adjust to his girth as her muscles rhythmically clenched his swollen shaft.
Sydney thought she would die from a sensation overload, but was further surprised as she felt Vaughn's well-coated finger begin to probe her back opening. 'He's not gonna…he is. We've only done that once though…and it hurt like hell,' she fought in her mind, turning her head.
He seemed to sense her trepidation, reassuring her with a kiss between her shoulder blades as he inserted his finger up to the knuckle, his mouth continuing to travel around her upper back and neck.
Weiss got the message loud and clear. With strong arms he lifted her off of his lap to give him room to thrust, letting go only when she agreed to stay there of her own volition. Pulling out completely and flopping against his stomach, she reached down and pressed him back in as he surged his hips upward, one hand trickling down as his thumb began pressing circles into her clit.
The slippery ointment was doing its job as she felt a heat begin to spread through her core, radiating into her whole body. Vaughn inserted another finger, using her momentary lapse to prepare her body for yet another entry. He could feel Weiss as he pushed insistently into her warmth, the knowledge that someone else was inside her strange and erotic, making him eager to press his own hardness into her pliant body. He grabbed the condom and rolled it with one hand over his cock, spreading out the warming goop over his latex-covered shaft.
Sydney was reaching her peak quickly, but she wasn't stupid. She knew what they were doing and applauded them for it, preparing herself for a unique combination of pleasure and pain. The first crest of her orgasm hit, Eric pulling from her channel and inserting two fingers in place of his length. His thumb continued to circle her bundle of nerves as Vaughn placed the head of his cock against the newly prepared opening, pressing it in as she came around Weiss' fingers. She was far too busy to regard Michael's intrusion as her hands moved from the couch to Eric's chest, propping herself at an angle over his body.
The new tilt of her form was perfect for Vaughn to push himself slowly until he was firmly tucked into her tight passage. For a moment he could feel Weiss' fingers still moving slowly inside her, Sydney coming down from her high as Michael set his chin to her shoulder. Wrapping an arm around her stomach she turned to meet his mouth for a gentle kiss as Eric suctioned his lips over the racing pulse point at her throat.
Almost as slow as his entrance, Vaughn pulled back until only his glans was inside her. Grabbing the discarded lube from the floor, he applied some more to his shaft before sliding back home.
"This too much? You okay?" His breath brushed across her sensitive cheek as she nodded dumbly, spurring him to thrust again
They moved back and forth over their friend, Eric's mouth and hands busy with showering Sydney's body with attention and affection. Her kitten-like mewls and tiger-like growls were probably the hottest thing he'd ever heard during sex. It wasn't until her deft fingers wrapped around his throbbing need that he groaned against her right peak, his tongue forgetting momentarily how to work the bud as his hips thrust in time with her pumping hand.
She and Vaughn shifted, moving higher as Michael straddled both Eric and Sydney's legs for purchase to thrust. Her hands around Weiss' cock moved as well, pointing him directly at her wet core, his eyes meeting hers with concern shining in their depths. She reassured him with a brief smile as she cupped Vaughn's cheek where he'd pressed his face into her neck. Eric spotted the brief moment of tenderness as Michael kissed her palm, pushing in completely and holding still while waiting for Eric's entry.
Since she wasn't exactly able to lower herself over him, he lifted his hips as her soft fingers guided him into her body, inch by inch. He forced himself to go slow, though his mind really just ached to shove his straining erection into the warm velvet heat, he took his time – inch by agonizing inch.
Weiss' eyes never left hers, searching for any discomfort in her almost black depths, though he had to study her face as the sensations overwhelmed her and her eyes closed. They stopped only when the base of his cock was pushing against her nether-lips, and Weiss fought the urge to pull away when he briefly felt Vaughn against his taut balls.
'It's not considered gay when I'm inside of a hot woman…is it?' his mind thought, stopping only when Sydney's voice broke through the fog.
"You guys gonna move or something?" she hissed, Vaughn pressing a kiss against her jaw as Eric laughed from below her. "I'm not made of glass."
'Damn right you're not. Glass wouldn't be this hot unless it's being blown. Well…back to the gutter we go!' Eric cracked a smile at his mental innuendo, Vaughn pulling back and pushing slowly back in, a very tentative thrust.
The deep sweet moan Sydney emitted let them both know that all pretenses of discomfort had quickly been thrown out the window in favor of all-encompassing pleasure. Waiting until Michael was back in completely, Eric coordinated the next thrust to be simultaneous. Both straining erections pulled almost completely out before entering once more, Sydney feeling overly full as they built up a rhythm.
'This isn't gonna take too long,' she thought, feeling another orgasm rising up from the boiling pit of her stomach. 'I wonder how many times I can get off before they do,' she pondered as Eric's next push hit her g-spot.
Vaughn was constantly throwing her off, switching his pattern with a pause, letting Weiss thrust for a few seconds before starting up again.
"I know how close you are," he whispered harshly into her ear, a smile spreading her lips as he snaked an arm around to pinch and pull at her over sensitive nipple. She thrust against Weiss, groaning as the tip of his cock repeatedly bounced off the entrance of her cervix. His head had flopped back against the cushion of the couch in ecstasy as his hands moved from her hips to her the sides of her rib cage, giving Vaughn room to hold her against his chest.
She tightened with a groan around both pumping shafts, Vaughn's hand moving down to flick her clit twice as she came hard. A restrained scream squeezed from her throat as she tossed her head back to Michael's shoulder, arms limp at her sides as the men grunted at the sudden constriction of their full cocks, thinking that maybe the wouldn't last as long as they thought.
Picking up the pace, they thrust at different intervals, occasionally pressing in at the same time. Weiss' hands moved down to her unoccupied hips as Vaughn's wrapped around her completely, his hands hooking together over her stomach. Picking her head up off of his shoulder, she let her fingers trace his sinewy forearms before threading them into his own over her abdomen. She held onto Vaughn for the ride, both of them supporting her weight as Eric pushed and pulled her accordingly over his engorged shaft by her hips.
"I'm not…gonna last," Weiss' warning was grunted in a harsh whisper as he quickened his pace, Vaughn doing the same as he clung to Sydney's hands, his sac moving closer to his body in search of the impending release.
Eric pushed his thumb over her clit, grinding repeatedly over the nubbin in an attempt to make her lose control just one more time over their thrusting cocks. Her warm channel began to constrict in pulses, a low humming leaving her throat as Vaughn stifled a groan by burying his face against her throat, his breath cooling the sweat along her throat.
With a gasp and a cry she came, Weiss unable to contain his cum any longer as his hoarse shout mingled with hers, his cock spasming as he continued to thrust until he was utterly spent, the condom catching his seed as he panted and groaned.
Eric removed himself from her still squeezing opening as Vaughn pulled from her backside, ripping off the condom before redirecting himself and surging into her where Eric had just vacated.
"One more time, baby…just once," he grunted as he rode her hard and fast, their hands still semi-joined over her stomach. Weiss could only watch as his hand remained at her entrance, his finger lazily flicking the over sensitized button.
Sydney tilted back against Michael, the last climax never really dissipating, merely keeping her on the edge of something larger. She was slightly surprised with Vaughn's animalistic plundering of her already used femininity, but she wasn't exactly complaining. With each thrust of his cock, and possibly due to their new angle, the bulbous head kept a constant pressure over her g-spot. She let her head fall to his shoulder, his lips automatically sucking at the flushed skin along the juncture of neck and shoulder.
They exploded together, Sydney's fingernails digging into his wrists as he continued to move inside her while emptying his balls.
"What the hell is going on here?" Jack Bristow's booming voice filled the fuselage. Eric whipped his head to look where the senior officer was standing with his arms folded over his chest, his eyes taking in the scene with barely contained anger.
With that, Weiss bolted upright - a thin film of sweat covering his body underneath his clothes.
'Wait…clothes?' his mind registered slowly.
The phone call…
The mission to Bangladesh…
Sydney and Vaughn curling up together to sleep out the long flight leaving him on his own side of the plane…
Turning his head, he spotted his two friends comfortably nestled together on the small couch. They'd compensated by having Vaughn lie on his back with her draped over him, her head resting over his heart as one of his hands rested at the small of her back while the other played gently with her long hair.
"Jesus…" he muttered, slapping his hands over his face, Michael turning to look over at his friend with a questioning gaze.
"You okay?"
"Umm…yeah, just had a…bizarre dream. Did I say anything?"
"No, but you did move around a bit. I tried to wake you up but you didn't respond when the peanut bounced off of your forehead." Vaughn grinned, Sydney shifting against him as he tilted down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Bad dream?"
"Nah…but not entirely good either. I'm gonna go splash some cold water on my face." 'And my cock,' he added silently, making a beeline for the bathroom.
Staring long and hard at his flushed reflection, he couldn't help but groan as his rock hard cock brushed up against the scratchy fabric of his boxers. With a quick zip and a few routine tugs he relieved himself, a well-placed handful of paper towels catching the jism as he held in a moan.
'I'm pretty sure that just rated as the hottest dream I've ever had. And that totally beats out anything with that hot little Jessica Simpson.' He chuckled in agreement with himself before washing his hands and making sure he was somewhat presentable, though there were a few questions floating through his mind.
"Hey man, you have any lotion? My hands are all itchy," he asked, Vaughn pointing up to his carry on.
"I think so, if not, I'm sure Syd does. She's a girl," Vaughn explained.
"I can hear you," she mumbled from her spot on his chest, tucking her hand underneath her cheek with a small smile though she kept her eyes closed.
They laughed quietly, Eric grabbing Vaughn's bag and rifling through, his eyes spotting a pink bottle. 'No way…'
He pulled out said item, Vaughn vainly reaching to grab it from his hands as Sydney groaned, opening her eyes and fixing them both with a glare.
"Dude…strawberry lotion?"
"That's Sydney's," Michael defended, looking to his girlfriend for help.
"Dream on. You like it because it smells good," she groused, her head landing back over his chest as he rolled his eyes.
"Hey…at least it's not cherry lube," Eric stated, tossing the lotion back into the bag and falling down into the couch, turning his back toward his friends in an attempt to get some sleep. Shaking off the remnants of his dream, he sighed before slipping into slumber.
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