"I...you...what?"
I know that Jon had said some words, but I wasn't sure if I had heard them clearly. I needed some confirmation.
"Would you have a threesome with me?"
Yeah, I had heard correctly the first time.
"Uh...this is kind of sudden." I lifted myself off of his lap and crawled over into the driver's seat. I had raised my hips and pulled down my skirt so that I didn't get my seat wet. "Why did you think it was a good idea to ask me this right after sex?"
"Well fuck, I wasn't going to ask before or during sex, just in case you reacted badly," he replied as he pulled off his condom and wiped himself off with his shirt. "And when else would be a good time to bring it up? Out at dinner?"
I sighed and rubbed my face with my hand. "I'm not freaking out at the question. You just kinda sprang it on me during my afterglow. I wasn't really prepared for it."
I looked down at my hands resting on my lap. I twiddled my thumbs anxiously, trying to put my thoughts together.
"What sort of threesome are you suggesting?" I asked.
"Well, I had never really thought about asking you if you'd be interested, but after watching you with that stripper tonight...I thought it would be really hot to have a three-way with you and another woman. I know you've enjoyed being with a woman before and you really seemed to be feeling something off of Lana...I thought maybe it was worth a shot to see if you'd want to give it a try."
I didn't respond immediately, letting his words wash over me. I wasn't quite sure what to say. Honestly, I loved the idea, but something was holding me back. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"I don't know, Jon…this is kind of a lot to be asking me…"
He took out his phone and messed around with it. "If it helps you with your decision, this is the friend I'd be asking."
"Oh, I'd do her," I blurted out, surprising myself and making him laugh.
The woman on his phone looked like a young Salma Hayek from Desperado. She had been one of my secret girl crushes for years.
"Would it be okay if we went back to my place and slept on it? I need to think about it before I say yes or no. I don't think I can think clearly enough to make a definite answer right now."
He laughed and rubbed my shoulder. "You can thank those fruity bullshit drinks for that. Maybe next time, just stick with beer, yeah?" I gave him a sideways glance and a small smile. "Yeah, I'm feeling tired, too. That's what busting a nut in a parking garage does to me, I guess."
"That's the dumbest phrase ever and you are the dumbest man ever." I turned the key and put the truck in reverse.
"You love it," he smirked.
"Yeah, I do."
The next morning I didn't feel any more confident about my answer. I figured I should talk to someone about it who wasn't Jon. I needed someone to be my sounding board and help me organize my thoughts. There was only one person who could handle that job.
"This feels really weird," Dave said as he sipped from the mug of coffee I had handed him before I joined him on the couch.
"Why is that?" I asked.
"It's before 9 am and I'm here in your apartment talking about threesomes with my fuck buddy. It just feels like something out of a stupid movie."
"I'm sorry I called you so early, but I couldn't get back to sleep and Jon was out running, so I figured it was as good a time as any." I sighed and rubbed my neck. "So what do you think?"
He put the mug down and wiped his mouth. "Well first off, do you want to do it because you want to or because you think it will make him happy? Because if you're just doing it just to please him, I could see you regretting it."
"I'm pretty sure I want to do it for me, not for him. It has been a long time since I was with a woman and I think I would like to do it again. Preferably sober this time."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I don't know. It just makes me a little uncomfortable to know that he's getting it so easily…if that makes any sense."
Dave laughed at me and nodded. "Yeah, I get where you're coming from. Like it's the hot-blooded male fantasy to have a threesome with two women and he's getting it without much of a fight?"
"Exactly. Which I know is ridiculous, but I sort of feel like I should be a bitch and use it to get something from him. Like use it to haggle."
"What do you think you'd want? He seems like a pretty open dude. I don't know if there'd be anything he'd need to haggle over."
"I don't know. That's why I feel sort of stuck."
The apartment door opened and we both looked over to see Jon come back from his work out. Every time I saw him return all sweaty and messy, it was like I was seeing it for the first time. File post-exercise sweatiness under instant turn-ons.
He looked surprised to see Dave. "What are you guys up to?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I asked him to come over because I needed someone to talk to and you were out," I answered.
"Okay, that's cool."
He came over and plopped down on the other side of me. I could smell the sweat on his skin and his musky scent diffusing in the air around me. It took all my will power to not lean over and lick his neck right then and there. The only reason I held back was because Dave was there with us. But why should I feel weird about it? I've been intimate with both of them and it's not like that's a secret. As long as I then licked Dave's neck after, everything would be even, right? Then maybe Jon would put his hand on my thigh and Dave would do the same and then…and then…
"Hey El, are you okay?" Dave's voice woke me from my daydream.
"Yeah, you look a little flushed there," Jon added.
"Oh. Um. Yeah, I'm fine." I knew what I wanted to say, but I wasn't quite sure how to bring it up. "Uh…so I had called Dave because I needed to discuss the whole threesome proposition with someone and he's my closest friend."
"No problem. Did you figure out what you wanted to do?" Jon asked.
"I think so, yes. I do want to have another woman join us. I always kind of wanted to have another female experience and going to that strip club last night really confirmed that for me."
Jon wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me against him. "You're the best," he said, kissing the top of my head.
"Hang on," I said, pulling myself away. "I have something I want from you, though, before I completely agree to this."
"Okay, shoot."
"I want to fuck you and Dave at the same time." That certainly came out more abruptly than I had intended.
I stared straight ahead, afraid to look directly at either man. I did manage to glance at both of them out of the corner of my eyes. Dave looked a bit shocked, but I couldn't blame him. I hadn't been able to clue him in ahead of time and see how he felt about it. Jon looked amused. Almost proud, perhaps? I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and wanted to hide my face, but was afraid to move.
"If you two are okay with that…of course."
"Would you expect us to do stuff together, or…?" Jon asked.
"No! I mean, unless you guys wanted to. I won't deny that I'd like to see that, but no…I was thinking more about having two cute guys worshipping me with their cocks."
"Jesus Christ! When did you get so horny, El?" Dave laughed.
"Honestly? I blame him." I nodded my head toward Jon. "So…would you two be up for that?"
"I would be, El. I love seeing your reactions when we're together, so this just means I can pull up a chair and watch for a bit," Dave responded.
"Yeah, I'm down with that, too." Jon placed his hand on my thigh and slowly slid his hand up and inward.
I stared at his hand creeping up and took in a deep breath. Was he trying to start now? Dave leaned over and began kissing my neck, his sure-fire way to get me to respond.
"Ahh…Dave…please…" I breathed out.
Jon's hand quickly jumped up and cupped my pussy through my pants as he nestled his face against my neck as well. He, of course, was much rougher than Dave, biting and grazing his teeth along my skin.
"No…Jon….don't…."
"I thought this is what you wanted, El?" Dave mumbled against my neck.
"I do…just…not yet." I managed to squirm away from them onto the floor and crawled away a few feet. Picking myself off the floor, I turned around and glared at them. "I'm going to go take a shower."
"Good, I'll join you. I need to shower anyway," Jon added.
"No! It's going to be a cold one and you're not going to help!" I quickly shuffled to the bathroom and heard Jon call back to me.
"Just think of that as a sneak preview!"
I turned around in the doorway and saw him stick his tongue out at me.
"Not helping!" I yelled as I closed the door.
When I got out of the shower, Dave was gone, but Jon was still on the couch. I sat down next to him and sighed.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"I'm able to think more clearly, yes." I glanced over at him and he smiled.
"So do you want to restart the conversation from last night?"
"Yeah. Talking to Dave helped a lot and I thought about it a bit more in the shower. So tell me about this friend of yours."
"Her name is Mercedes and she lives in Tampa. I met her when I was in developmental. She was one of my neighbors. I invited her to join me and a few of the other boys for a drink one night and…well you know how it goes."
"All too clearly," I said, rolling my eyes playfully.
"Anyway, we messed around every once in a while. I still visit her whenever we're in the area."
"So she's one of your 'regulars' then? Have you fucked her since I've known you?"
"Yeah, last time we were in Tampa, we banged. I told you about her, but you know I never use names."
"Did you guys ever date?"
"Nah, if she and I had ever dated, we wouldn't still be friends right now."
I made a sort of grunting noise and then we were both quiet for a while. I leaned over and rested against his shoulder. She was gorgeous and I knew that sexually I was definitely on board for this. A stunning woman and the man that could make my toes curl just by smiling at me together at one time? How could I not say yes to that? But I wondered if I could handle this emotionally and mentally, you know? This would be the first time that I actually saw one of the girls he slept with and not only that, but I would be watching him fuck her right in front of me. Sure, I'd be involved too, in one way or another, but this was a first for me. Listening to him talk about the girls he's been with was such a turn on, but was that because I really liked it or because the concept of it was arousing? I wasn't sure…
…but I decided to give it a shot.
"So when are we going to do this thing?" I tilted my head up and smiled at him. He smiled back, picked up my hand and kissed it.
The plan was for me to fly in on a Tuesday a few weeks later and meet Jon and the boys outside the bar where we were supposed to meet Mercedes.
I was a nervous wreck for the entire flight. I almost felt like I was on my way to lose my virginity again or something.
I waited outside for them and was getting a bit worried when they finally showed up. Roman gave me a big hug, so that made any bad feelings I had disappear. It had been a while since I'd seen him and Seth, so it was nice. It was a shame that I wasn't really going to be able to hang out with them tonight.
"So…big night tonight, eh?" Seth grinned at me.
"Don't be a dirty pervert, Seth," I winked back.
"I'm not the one having a threesome tonight, Lana."
"…touché, sir."
"But I should call home and see if I can get one planned for the next time I have a day off…"
"A-ha! Sir! You are a dirty perv!"
"I never said I wasn't," he grinned.
As we filed into the bar, we heard a high-pitched squeal crack through the air. I looked around, expecting to see some herd of fangirls trample over me to get to the guys, but instead, I saw the lovely woman who I was going to be able to spend the night with push through the crowd of people.
"I hope she doesn't squeal like that during sex," I whispered to Jon. "It's kinda annoying."
"I wouldn't know. Her dick is usually in my mouth or her head is shoved into a pillow."
I punched him in the arm, but laughed. "You're terrible and awesome."
He headed toward her to greet her, leaving me, Seth, and Roman alone. I spotted a table way in the back and the three of us went to go sit down.
"So you're really doing this?" Roman asked.
"Sure. Why, is that weird to you?"
"I just never pegged you to be that sort of girl."
"I guess I'm just full of surprises. Then again, I've never been completely open about my bisexual tendencies. I've never really been able to sort them out in my head and it's not like I'm going to go around saying 'hi, my name is Lana and I am bisexual'. This allows me to try it out again and with someone I care about."
"Care about, huh? Have you told him you love him yet?" asked Seth.
"I don't love him," I snapped. "I mean…I don't know. It came out during an orgasm once, months ago, but I don't feel that way about him. He's just a really good friend who knows how to press all my right buttons."
"Uh-huh…sure," Seth mumbled.
I scowled at him. He was starting to sound like Dave.
Jon and Mercedes managed to work their way over to us with some drinks in hand. She sat down next to me and Jon sat on the other side of her.
"Lana, this is Mercedes. Mercedes, this is Lana."
"Pleased to meet you, Lana," she smiled and took a sip of her beer.
"Same. You're gorgeous, by the way. In case you didn't already know that," I said, reaching for my own drink.
She laughed and smiled. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're pretty hot too, if you don't mind me saying."
"Are you kidding me? Why would I mind?!"
Once the first round of drinks was finished, Mercedes excused herself to go order the second round.
"I'll be right back, Deany Bear," she said, kissing him on the cheek.
I glanced over at Seth and Roman and mouthed "Deany Bear?". They just shrugged and chuckled to themselves.
"So what do you think of her?" Jon asked.
"Other than the fact that she's able to use ridiculous nicknames on you, but you won't let me call you Tiger, I like her."
"She didn't know my real name for almost a year, so she just kinda started calling me that and it stuck. I can't say it's my favorite thing, but I let her do it."
"You can't tell me that Tiger is any worse than fucking 'Deany Bear'. But like I said, she seems pretty cool. I'm excited for later."
"After this next round, do you want to head back to her place?"
"I'd go now," I admitted.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my chair. I waved goodbye at a laughing Seth and Roman as I was dragged away.
Mercedes' apartment was really nice. Maybe I was paying so much attention to the furniture and the paintings on the wall because I was so nervous and, honestly, unsure about how this whole shindig was going to start.
"Do you want a drink, Lana?" she asked, her smile beaming at me from the kitchen.
"Yeah. That would probably be a good idea," I said, wrenching my hands.
Jon came up from behind me and slid his arms around my waist. "Are you okay? You seem nervous."
"I am."
"You weren't nervous at all with that stripper, it seemed. Just think of Mercedes as a stripper."
"Dude, that's terrible! And I wasn't nervous around her because one, she was doing her job, and two, the prospect of sex wasn't looming on the horizon." I sighed and placed my hands on his. "I guess I'm just not sure how this is going to start, you know?"
"It's easy. One of us just takes our pants off first."
"That'll probably be you, right?" I looked back at him and he laughed.
"Yeah, probably."
Mercedes then came back into the living room with a whiskey for Jon and what looked like two tequila sunrises for us.
"I hope you're okay with this, Lana. Jon told me you like fruity drinks and this was the best I could come up with."
"Fruity drinks getting me drunk faster. I can drink almost anything."
"The faster you get drunk, the faster we can have some fun, no?" She winked and sat down on the other side of me so that I was sandwiched in between the two of them.
It felt a bit odd. Was I the third wheel here? Was it just because I was acting nervous and they were trying to make me feel more comfortable? Could they sense my anxiety about somehow being left out of this?
Fuck, I was getting in my head already. Hopefully once things started, I'd be too preoccupied with other endeavors to think too much.
Jon put his arm behind my head and Mercedes put her free hand on my thigh. This was moving fairly quickly. I downed my drink faster than I normally would because I needed to lose some inhibitions and fast. She began to slowly rub my thigh and it felt really nice. I had decided to wear jeans that night rather than a skirt. I don't know why. Probably nerves. She had worn a flowing dress that showed off her near-perfect legs. I really wanted to touch them to see what her skin felt like.
I felt Jon's hand move and noticed that he was playing with Mercedes' hair and dragging his fingers along her neck. A brief pang of jealousy ran through me until I realized that I needed to be proactive. I put down my empty glass and placed a hand on each of their thighs. Jon laughed and then leaned over to kiss my neck.
Well that did it.
"You need to take your pants off right now," I ordered, making him laugh harder.
"Damn, how strong did I make that drink?" Mercedes asked.
"I kissed her neck. That's her weakness," he explained as he stood up and unbuttoned his pants.
"Why didn't you say so?"
She placed one hand on my shoulder and the other stayed on my thigh as she tilted her head and lightly kissed my neck.
"Oh god…" I moaned.
The alcohol had started to hit me, and fast. I watched as Jon removed his shirt and then pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. His cock was already at attention. I couldn't blame him, though. Mercedes was hot as hell and he was probably pretty amped that he was getting two pussies tonight instead of one. He grabbed his dick and slowly stroked it while he watched Mercedes work her soft lips on my neck. I looked up into his eyes and he could see the hazy desperation on my face. He licked his bottom lip and beckoned to me with his finger.
"Get down here, Lana. I want you to suck my cock."
I reluctantly pulled away from her, but I was eager to feel Jon's dick in my mouth. I wrapped my hands around the backs of his thighs and kissed the tip of his cock. I could hear Mercedes taking off her dress behind me and I had to use all my will power to not turn around and look. I then parted my lips and slid my mouth over his thick shaft, feeling that familiar warmth and smelling the musky scent of his skin. He stroked my head and sighed as I began to work my lips and tongue, sucking gently for now.
Mercedes came up beside me and I could feel her skin against my arm. It was so soft and smooth. She stroked Jon's bare ass and kissed his upper thighs. She then laughed quietly and leaned over to kiss me on the neck again. I moaned around Jon's dick as she lightly nipped at me.
I felt her hands find the front of my pants and she proceeded to remove them for me. I had to lift my legs a little bit to help her, but I kept my mouth around Jon's cock. It tasted too damn good to stop right now. She slid her hands up my sides till she reached my bra. I felt my breasts fall out of the cups as she unhooked the back. My nipples hardened quickly once they were exposed. She found this out herself once she placed her hands over my tits and gave them a light squeeze.
"Can I have a taste of him?" she whispered in my ear.
I pulled him out of my mouth and I kissed her. Her lips were just as soft as the rest of her body. Our tongues briefly touched and I could taste the tequila still on her. She caressed my face as she broke the kiss and leaned over to run her tongue up the length of his dick.
She grabbed the base with her hand and slid the remainder into her mouth, twisting her hand as she sucked. I took this opportunity to remove my shirt and take off the rest of my bra. I wiggled out of my panties as well, since it would be a little silly of me to be the only one to be wearing any sort of clothing.
Once I was completely naked, I looked up at his face. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. I don't think I had ever seen him look that blissful during a blowjob before. Was it because of Mercedes? Was that how he liked getting head the best? Was it because he had two different mouths to fuck?
No. Stop it, Lana. Just enjoy the sight of your boyfriend in ecstasy.
I lowered my head under Mercedes' hand and ran the tip of my tongue along his balls. I heard him curse under his breath when he felt the warm moisture against his skin. I sucked a ball into my mouth while she continued to suck sloppily on his cock.
"Jesus fucking Christ… You two are going to have to stop or I'm gonna blow all over you," he moaned.
"Mm, you know I like that, baby," Mercedes answered after she took him out of her mouth.
"Yeah, but I want to fuck you before I cum. Get up here."
She stood up and ran her hands up his stomach as she did. "Mmm, you're in even better shape than the last time I saw you.
I moved my head to the side and looked up at them. His hands were firmly cupping her ass and her arms were around his neck. They were deep into a very passionate kiss. I watched the muscles in his neck flex slightly under his skin and found myself getting wet when I heard the soft moans coming from Mercedes.
She broke away from the kiss and smoothed her hands down his arms. "Seriously. God bless Crossfit."
They immediately went back to making out and I began to feel jealous again. What should I do when they seem to be that into each other? Do I kiss their legs? Do I stand up and massage his ass? Do I move behind her and finger her? I suppose any of those options would have been better than what I did, which was stay on the floor, frozen. It was like I was entranced by these two gorgeous naked people rubbing up against each other.
Then…and I don't know if this was intentional or by accident, but it felt like I was nudged aside by Mercedes' leg before she jumped up and wrapped her legs around Jon's waist.
Maybe it was to make sure that she didn't accidentally kick me in the face. That sounded plausible. But maybe it was because I was in their way. That could also be plausible, despite the fact that she had been nice to me so far and seemed to be a little into me, too. It didn't help that Jon seemed to have forgotten I was there as well.
I watched as he carried her toward her an open door and disappeared into her bedroom. The door was nudged so that it closed most of the way, but wasn't shut completely.
I suppose that answered things for me. I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. I figured I'd get dressed and maybe try to see if Seth and Roman were still at the bar down the street. They'd make me feel better and hopefully help me get drunk enough to forget that this night ever happened.
I turned around to look for where my clothing had landed when I tossed it aside. I grabbed my panties and bent over to step inside and pull them up. I suddenly felt a large hand smack my ass and I bolted upright.
"What the fuck?!" I yelled as I spun around.
Jon was standing there with his eyebrows raised. "Are you coming or what?"
"I don't want to interrupt-"
He didn't allow me to finish my thought. He immediately picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, then walked back into the bedroom. He placed me down near the headboard of the bed. Mercedes was already lying down spread eagle on top of the sheets.
She really was a sight to be seen. Her skin was a beautiful light caramel color. You could tell that she definitely took advantage of the Tampa weather, but she also took very good care of her skin. Her breasts were so full and perky. I definitely envied her for that. Her hips were full and her waist was just narrow enough to gently taper into her hips and ass. When people talk about loving women with curves, they're talking about women like her.
Jon obviously loved it. He had returned to the foot of the bed now that he had put on a condom. He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs up as he climbed onto the bed. He rubbed his cock between her swollen lips before he pushed the tip inside of her. He stared at me while he slid inside of her. Maybe to judge my reaction, I don't know. What I do know is that I found it really sexy.
He turned his attention back to her, rubbing his hands along her thighs and up to her hips. He thrust in with long, slow strokes that I imagined must have felt like torture to her. His eyes wandered along her body and he smiled at the reaction he was getting from her.
She reached her hand up and placed it on his chest. "Baby, you know I love to be teased by you, but I haven't had any dick in a few months, so I need you to fucking destroy me right now."
I could see the look in his eyes change. He laid his body on top of hers and sucked one of her nipples into her mouth. His hips started to thrust much faster and a lot harder. His thrusts weren't as deep, but she didn't seem to care. He put one hand in between their bodies and I assume he started to rub her clit because her moans got a lot louder and her back arched. He took his other hand and covered her mouth with it. That must be a personal favorite of hers because it wasn't very long before her body was tense and shaking underneath him.
I know it sounds odd, but it was at this moment that I suddenly realized that I was watching my boyfriend fuck another woman in front of me. This was the sort of thing he did every time he'd text me saying he was going to be with someone, right? I was okay with it, right? I was turned on by hearing about it and if my very wet pussy was any indication, watching it in person turned me on, too, but it still felt strange. I was staring it right in the face and it was like I was being forced to accept it. I think a part of me had always hoped that he was just making up dirty stories to tell me and that he wasn't really going out and fucking other women so regularly. This made it very clear that he was not just concocting sexy tales for me.
He moved his hand from her mouth and leaned in to kiss her. It looked like a very gentle, almost loving kiss. I pursed my lips. He did remember that I was here, right? He didn't pull out of her after she came, either. He kept pumping his dick into her slowly like he did when he started. He pulled himself upright again and looked at me. He crooked his finger and beckoned me over to him with a deliciously devilish grin on his face.
I crawled over and he took my chin in his hand, kissing me just as tenderly as he had to her.
"Why don't you sit on her face and face the headboard so I can see your fine ass while she eats your pussy?"
My eyes widened and then a smile followed. "That's something I didn't do with the girl back in college."
"There's a first time for everything," he said, letting go of my face.
"Are you okay with that Mercedes?" I asked as I turned around.
"Fuck yeah, get that pretty pussy over here." I could see why they got along so well. Her dirty talk was very similar to his.
I moved further up the bed and straddled her head. It felt kind of weird, like I was afraid I was going to smother her. I held on to the top of the headboard and made sure that I just sort of hovered above her face. I thought that was alright, until she grabbed my hips and firmly pulled down on them so that I was literally sitting on her face. I was still self-conscious, but she quickly silenced my worries by sloppily sucking on my lips and flicking her tongue out to tease my clit.
My toes curled almost instantly. This was definitely not her first time going down on a woman. …Did I dare say it?
"She's better than you, Jon," I mumbled through a moan.
"What was that?" he asked. "I don't think I heard you correctly…" I could tell that he was being a dick and just wanted to hear me say it again because I felt his hand tease my ass cheek with a few soft slaps.
"I said she's better than you at eating pussy, asshole!"
I heard him laugh from behind me, clearly amused. I drowned him out after that, completely focusing on the soft, plush lips that were underneath me. I subconsciously started to rock my hips back and forth a little, grinding my pussy against her tongue. The closer I got to orgasm, the faster I moved. Once she grabbed my ass with her hands and dug her fingernails in, it didn't take much longer for me cum. I came so hard that I was afraid that my thighs would crush her head. Is that even possible?
Once I had regained myself, I turned to look over my shoulder at Jon. I was surprised to see that he was no longer fucking Mercedes, but he was kneeling on the floor, leaning against the bed and watching me with a ridiculous shit-eating grin on his face.
"Enjoy yourself, bitch?"
"Yeah, no thanks to you."
"Oh I don't know about that," he answered, standing up and coming closer to me. "I'm the one who brought you to her, yeah? I knew she would make you feel really good." He ran his thumb over my lips. "I want to fuck you, Lana."
That sentence would never cease to make me dripping wet.
"I'll only fuck you if I get to taste her pussy while you do," I teased after I pulled his hand away from my mouth.
"Oh man, I don't know...if that's the only way…" What an idiot. Trying to act all coy while he has a massive grin on his face and a hard cock between his legs.
I playfully pushed him in the chest and finally climbed off of Mercedes. I sat on the edge of the bed and lied back down after she moved.
"Fuck me like this and push my legs up."
"I'll hold them up for you. Would you like that?" Mercedes purred.
I reached for her and she leaned down close enough so that I could pull her face toward mine. "I would love for you to sit on my face and hold my legs." I kissed her and could taste myself, which made my skin prickle.
She proceeded to throw her leg over me and sink down until her pussy touched my mouth. The scent of her arousal was very strong, but not unpleasant. I opened my mouth and sucked on her outer lip. Just as soft and smooth as the rest of her body. I felt her hands begin to play with my breasts. Her fingertips gently rubbed my nipples and she gave them a sharp pinch once they had hardened. I stuck out my tongue and ran it up the length of her pussy in response.
I could hear her moan softly over the sound of Jon changing his condom.
Soon my legs were being lifted into the air and I felt her long fingernails lightly grazing across my skin. It was quite a turn on to not be able to see what either of them was doing. I felt Jon rub his cock against my pussy and then push inside with one big thrust. I was so turned on by that point that he went in easily and didn't have to go slow with me. He did seem a little unsure about where to put his hands, though. He ended up grabbing onto my thighs and using them to help him thrust harder.
The sound of his flesh connecting with mine mixed with Mercedes' breathy moans filled my ears. I could feel her clit hardening against my tongue as she began to ride my face. Her moans were getting louder and her grip on my ankles was getting tighter, so I began to suck on her clit to try to get her over the edge. That did the trick. I could feel her clit twitch between my lips as she came. It was a sensation that I hadn't felt in years and I enjoyed it just as much as I had back then.
"Cum for me, baby," I could hear Jon whisper. He had slowed down his thrusts to almost a stand-still. "That's my girl."
Mercedes continued to rock her hips against my face slowly as she came down. The sound in the room switched to relaxed muffled moans. I know how enjoyable it can be to kiss after orgasm, but I was trapped under here while they were doing it. Something about it just didn't sit right with me.
Thankfully she got off of me after a moment and I could see the whole room again. I was greeted by Jon's lecherous grin.
"So how was it?" he asked.
"Just as delicious as I remembered from college. I think more so because I'm not as drunk as I was back then."
"That's what I like to hear." He turned to Mercedes who was cleaning herself up a bit. "Baby, could you give me a hand?"
I felt a jolt of uneasiness fill my mind when I heard him call her that. She was 'baby', but I was 'bitch'? I didn't have long to dwell on that thought because I suddenly had Mercedes' mouth latched onto one of my nipples and Jon thrusting like he had never stopped.
My back arched and I pounded my fist into the bed. I hadn't realized just how sensitive my nipples were that night until I had her mouth biting and sucking on them. Jon had pushed my legs up again and was running his tongue up and down my ankles. My toes curled up immediately and he had to tighten his grip on my legs to stop me from kicking him in the face when my legs spasmed.
I didn't survive their attack very long and when I gasped out that I was about to cum, Mercedes took my face in her hands and kissed me. I wanted to cry out when I came, but she kept her mouth firmly over mine and made me hold it in. Being forced to hold back any noise seemed to make it more intense. Maybe next time Jon and I are alone I should tell him to put his hand over my mouth when I orgasm…
He didn't last much longer after that. A few more snaps of his hips and he bit into my ankle as he unloaded into the condom.
"Fuck…my dick might need to go into hibernation after you two," he grinned.
"You are so fucking cheesy," I laughed once Mercedes let me breathe again.
Once we had calmed down and were all cleaned up, Jon lied down in the middle of her bed and put his hands behind his head. Mercedes lied down next to him and curled up against his chest. I looked at him, shaking my head. He just looked so cocky and proud of himself.
"Living the dream, huh buddy?" I asked.
"Once you're on the other side of me, I will be." He wagged his eyebrows at me and I couldn't help but laugh.
I climbed onto the bed and nestled my head into his chest. I began to feel very sleepy listening to the rise and fall of his breaths. He began to stroke our hair and the last thing I felt before I fell asleep was Jon lightly kissing my head.
It's been a while, hasn't it? As always, thanks for sticking with me. An update since the last chapter is that BrodieBlue and I have made a joint account (TheSmuttySaviours) and we have a one-shot up now that's about severe Ambooty worship and mff threesomes. So if you dig filthy smut and our writing style, please give it a read!