Steam Rising (M++++++!)
This story was originally posted as a smut fest in four parts, which I edited to introduce the concept of "insert your favorite character here" which seemed to be popular but no-one else has tried – a challenge for you all! Enjoy it again, under the heading of New York Nights
Right – before I even get into the disclaimer, here's something you all need to know.
This is slash-orientated. It involves our favorite characters. And it's M-rated from the word go. And there's voyeurism.
**IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT KINDA THING STOP READING NOW!**
In fact. I'd go as far as referring to it as absolute filth.
But it has been kicking around my head for weeks and it needs to be got out.
Tinks, my darling, I hope you enjoy after all the crappy time you've had recently; note that this part is especially dedicated to you, seeing as you, well, inspired me [laughs dirty laugh].
It's also for lovlyangl, bubble-rouge08 and Graces, in the hope that you enjoy this little story as much as I've enjoyed yours.
Disclaimer: All characters and settings are owned by CBS/Alliance/Bruckheimer. No offense is intended to any parties.
Plus, BROWN-EYED GIRL 75 MADE ME DO IT! Honest.
I'm not always totally obsessed with smut, by the way. Sometimes I do actually have other plot lines and stories in my head!
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If there was one thing the CSI absolutely hated it was Dumpster Diving. If there was a second thing she hated, it was having to dumpster-dive because you were the on-call CSI.
Even worse, it was supposed to be her boss's turn to be on call, but sucker that she was, she'd agreed to swap, seeing as he'd gone and got himself stuck across the river at another crime scene.
She'd ended up, minus her overalls, thigh deep in all manner of nasty trash (what some people used as sex toys, she never wanted to think about again), bugs (her least favorite) and…rats. Yes, just to really finish the delightful experience off, three rats had ended up scampering across her as she was trying to process the DB dumped in a dumpster, somewhere in Chinatown.
Great, just great.
She was sure the Unis were going to get some serious mileage out of that one, watching the CSI to pretty much leap right outta the dumpster, screaming blue murder that had caused multiple lights to come on all over the neighborhood. And no few calls to 911, something that had got the graveyard homicide detective attached to her case smirking and sniggering like a teenager seeing breasts for the first time.
Her clothes were beyond salvage. She wasn't sure if she was beyond salvage. So here she was, back at the lab, in the shower room. Late at night, no graveyard shift to be seen (god only knows where they were).
She stepped under the hot spray and washed away all the smells, the dirt and the really crappy night so far. If there was one thing she really enjoyed, it was her alone time in the Lab's showers, under the power spray, letting the powerful jets of water sooth away all the day's nasty events, crime scenes, bad arguments with Mac Taylor and every other team member she'd crossed swords with on her daily quest for justice.
She kept expensive shower gel at the lab – she loved Poeme by Lancome, all honey based and sensual – with a matching body lotion. Not the stuff she used daily. Some of her colleagues thought she was crazy using that expensive shit at the lab, where she didn't often use the facilities. She knew better. Sometimes, this alone time, in the place where she often couldn't even have a thought to herself, was so precious it had to be enjoyed. The perfume itself always followed.
Plus, she had to admit, she loved watching the look on the men's faces in the lab as they tried to figure out where the amazing aroma was coming from, as they didn't instantly associate it with her.
Lathered up, relaxed and starting to feel just a little unwound, she started to rinse herself off dimly aware that another shower had started up, just a few stalls away.
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She grabbed a large towel from the hook where she'd left it and was heading back to the ladies' side of the locker room when she heard the first moan. Deep and masculine.
She was intrigued. Who the hell was that and, more to the point, what the hell where they up to?
It sounded vaguely familiar.
She was more than a little surprised when another, deeper moan, from an obviously different set of vocal cords joined it an instant later.
She couldn't stop herself. She found herself walking towards the sound, her feet propelled by a force not of her making.
The curtain to the stall in question was slightly open and all she could see was two figures and a helluva lot of steam.
All she could see through the curtain was one figure; tall, dark-haired, naked. She couldn't quite see clearly who it was. Maybe some Unis from the precinct, some guys who wanted some boy-on-boy without the hassle and jibes from their oh-so-masculine co-workers. She caught a glimpse of a second figure, slightly shorter, just as well-toned, paler hair.
Coming closer, she gripped the curtain and pulled it back slightly more. And gasped.
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Right in front of her were two men she had had frequent single fantasies about. At home, all by herself with her toys and sometimes just with her hand. Sometimes alone, sometimes all of them together. Sometimes, when a case was just proving a little too much or the day was slow, she'd indulge in a little daydream.
Of course, they weren't the only two who featured. Sometimes they were all there, involved. Sometimes they just liked to watch as one or two just got on down to it.
Here were two strong, attractive, sexy men helping each other release a little of the day's tension as friends sometimes do, no strings attached. And she found the sight of the two men kissing, their hands roving all over each other's wet, lathered bodies incredibly hot. More so than any daydream she'd ever had.
She didn't realize she'd gasped out loud until the taller man turned to her, smirked, grabbed her wrist in his big, strong hand and pulled her towards him and the other man.
She stumbled, lost the grip on her towel, lost the towel and landed smack in the middle between the sexy tall man and his partner.
"See somethin' ya like?" asked the other man.
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She was pinned between them, able to feel the man behind her, his hot breath on her neck as he started to kiss it and his hands started roaming her shoulders. The man in front of her began kissing the other side of her neck, his hands gently stroking her stomach.
The water poured down, soaking all of them.
Her breathing changed. This wasn't actually happening, right? She must have fallen asleep in the shower. A nip to her ear, from someone's sharp teeth brought her right back into reality…And the fact that she was slap dang in the middle of a reality that was so far beyond what she'd ever let herself fantasize about it wasn't funny.
The tall man behind her started to whisper in her ear, moving his hands so they covered her breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh. He looked the other man in the eye and he just grinned in response.
They wanted to please her, but they also wanted to have some fun. So they were going to satisfy her…together.
She caught her breath and felt her knees go week as the man in front of her started to stroke up the front of her thighs, then the inside, where the flesh was soft and very, very sensitive. She could feel them both now, hard against her, both at her back and her stomach. The man behind her pinched her nipples lightly and she arched forward into his touch, throwing her head back, gaping. The sensitive flesh started to peak. She felt one smile and saw the other grin knowingly.
And then the man in front of her moved his hands higher. Parted her between her curls.
And stopped. She whimpered.
Between erotic licks and bites along her neck, the man behind her described how they were both going to touch her in her most intimate places and then while one continued to stimulate her any way he chose, the other was going to bend her over, slip inside her and give her the ride of her life.
But not before she was really, really ready. And absolutely desperate.
She'd seen how this pair worked together; she'd seen them, dedicated, focused. She didn't doubt that what he was saying was true. For everything they did.
And then they began to move their hands.
The man in front of her began to touch her, right on that little spot, gently at first, as his other hand moved up to take hold of one of her breasts. In between kissing her neck, he'd occasionally pull his face back from hers to watch the reaction on her face, how she reacted to his touch.
Meanwhile, the man behind her had moved his mouth to the top of her spine, after first moving her hair out of the way. He sucked gently on the skin covering her neck, starting to send tingles shooting all the way down her spinal cord. One hand had a hold of the other breast and the other was playing and stroking the small of her back, in a place where nerve endings are so sensitive that they send little shockwaves of their own, down and around, when someone stimulates them.
Of course, that only intensified what the man in front of her was doing, a fact he knew only too well from the look on her face. He slid his fingers further down towards her folds, just to see how well they were doing. He grinned in satisfaction at her reaction, knowing both of their ministrations were turning her on. She could feel how wet she was getting. Incredibly so.
She was sure this was a dream. It had to be.
The man in front of her whispered something she couldn't hear in his partner's ear, before they obviously shared a long, passionate kiss. Then, as the man in front of her turned his face back to hers, he took her lips in an erotic kiss, just as she felt the man behind her slide two fingers into her.
It was a good thing she was being kissed, because otherwise she would have moaned loudly.
Somehow, they were moving their hands in perfect unison, in a perfect rhythm that was taking her higher. She felt another large finger being inserted and then she was gently pushed forward. The man in front of her now had his back to the shower wall and she was leaning forward slightly. The man behind her moved himself in between her thighs, opening her up more, so he could get better access.
Then they both began to move their hands faster. And she couldn't help but scream in pleasure as the first orgasm overtook her.
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Her legs shook; they both supported her so she remained upright. As though she was dreaming, the man in front of her slipped to his knees and knelt between her thighs. He grasped them, holding onto her legs just below her soft ass, pulling her forward. At the same time, the man behind her pushed her gently, so that she was forced to put her hands on the shower wall to brace herself. The man behind her had withdrawn his fingers, although she could still feel him, still hard, standing behind her. She was dimly aware that the man in front of her had taken over his task of stimulating her G spot with his fingers. They felt different, more tapered somehow, but just as magic in their touch.
She heard the sound of a wrapper being torn and realized what was about to happen. The man in front of her withdrew his fingers and as she looked down, she watched him lick each one, one at a time, with a very dirty look, full of erotic promise showing across his face. Then, as he bent his head forward, burying his face in her curls, his tongue seeking out the heart of her, she felt the man behind her push her forward a little, one hand on her hips, pulling her into exactly the right position, as his knees, impossibly, forced her legs further apart. She couldn't contain the moan as she felt the tip of him brush against her entrance. He brushed himself across her, once, twice three times, all the while holding her hips steady with his other hand so that she couldn't take the initiative and move herself back onto him. As the man in front of her sucked on her clit, hard, the man behind her pushed himself inside her with one, hard, deep thrust, filling her up.
He was incredibly big, filling her so much and she could hear herself, as though she were distant, telling them, begging them, that this was too much, that she couldn't handle it, that the sensations were too much.
Both men chuckled, something she was able to feel across her clit as one used the laugh to stimulate her further, the vibration rippling across her, causing her to cry out as it sent shivers across her belly. The man behind her just began to thrust harder and deeper in response.
She couldn't help herself, her own hips were thrusting towards both men and she felt her second orgasm take her, causing her to shake. In response, both men simply braced themselves, so that she didn't fall and continued to move, to lick, to suck and to touch, as the man in front of her was stroking her belly and her inner thighs, while the man behind her was using his free hand to sweep up and down her spine, causing the sensitive area to become almost unbearably aroused.
They made her come again and again, refusing to stop until her fourth and biggest orgasm so far had taken her. Then the man behind her gripped her hips and let himself go, thrusting into her even harder and faster than he had before, until he too came, pushing himself into her deeply, more so than anyone had ever taken her, before relaxing against her back, his face pressed into her shoulder. The man in front of her rested his face against her thighs, holding her around the hips. She could feel his breath.
They released her, her knees buckled and she slipped to the tiled floor. The man behind her pushed himself backwards and leaned against the wall, while the man in front of her stood up, still hard. He looked down at her, lust in his eyes.
She looked back up at him, knowing without words what he wanted. Then both men helped her to kneel in front of him, assisting her to take him in her mouth. Both men kissed above her, deeply, touching each other, as one gently stroked her hair.
The scene they had all played out together had served to arouse the last to the point where he suffered his little death, helped, in part, by his own self-stimulation. She drank all of him down, before the two men also collapsed to the floor, spent as she was. Replete.
They kissed each other, hands moving, gently stroking each other until they all recovered enough. One of them, she didn't know who, turned off the shower and then they both dried her off and helped her to dress in the deserted locker room, chuckling at her dazed expression. She lay on the benches, exhausted and yet not, listening to the sound of clothing rustling as the men dressed themselves. Then there was silence.
After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, to see both men staring down at her questioningly. She looked from one to the other.
"Can we take you home?" one asked, although she knew what they were really asking.
And despite everything that they had done together, she wasn't totally exhausted.
She wanted more.
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Somehow, she didn't know how, they got to the parking level and the taller man helped her into the back seat. The shorter man climbed into the front seat of the black SUV and pulled out of the tall building that housed the lab.
As they drove through the city's dark streets towards her apartment building, she lay across the seats, partly sprawled against the hard, toned body of one of the two men, who barely an hour before, had only been a colleague and friend. His hands gently stroked her body over her clothes. His hands would sweep the length of her thigh, down her forearm. It wasn't particularly sexual, more a statement of comfort, of the fact that she was simply there. She snuggled herself more deeply into his arms, hearing a low, throaty chuckle come from him as she nuzzled her face against the crisp cotton of the striped shirt buttoned over his muscled chest. She felt warm, cared for. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, watching his blue eyes looking down on her with warm amusement. She glanced over at the front seat, seeing a matching pair of eyes watching them from the mirror. The man who embraced her bent his head.
"I'd start something right here and now if I didn't think he'd crash," he whispered.
She smiled and closed her eyes again, starting to drift off to sleep. She didn't feel weird, or guilty, just overdosed on the endorphins that were coursing through her system. And she didn't want to analyze it or wonder about what would happen next.
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The lights were dimmed, thought the third man, as he walked the empty corridors of the lab. From time to time he spotted someone, one of the graveyard shift, at work, usually alone. Not many people were here at this time of night. He had found her evidence, logged meticulously, the analysis begun. But she was missing and that wasn't like her.
The night security guard on the desk had explained she'd left for the night. He'd also explained that she'd had a bit of a night of it in Chinatown. She'd come back looking and smelling rough. Dumpster diving. She'd left looking better for her shower.
The third man felt a twinge of guilt for following up a personal case and not being there to take what had been, after all, his case to take.
But he'd expected to find her there, to be able to take her out for one of their late-night coffees or snacks. It worried him that she wasn't there. It rattled him. Out of their usual routine. He called her cell. When she didn't pick up, he called her apartment. As her machine picked up, he left a message before heading out into the night, to the closest diner, for a coffee, alone.
Midway through his second cup, he realized he was still worried about her, still unnerved that she hadn't been there for him. And so he decided, out of concern for her safety, that he had to go by her house and check on her.
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They had ridden the elevator to her apartment, one with his arm around her, the other with his hand in hers. None of them had spoken. Things were being left unspoken. They had received a few strange looks from some people, which a few hard looks from the men had dealt with. She had seen a couple of envious looks too, which had brought a smile to her face. She could imagine what they were thinking and wondering. And probably not far from the truth, she thought.
They arrived on her floor. They walked to her door. They lingered in her living room for a while, drinking wine, which was not their usual drink of choice, but they didn't complain. The shorter man left to find the bathroom, which was off her bedroom, switching on the bedside lamps as he made his way through. She put some music on low and then returned to the sofa, where the taller man sat, his legs crossed, arms stretched out across the top of the back of it. She stopped in front of him, slightly unsure. He looked up at her, yet without any questions in his eyes. He was simply waiting for her.
She jumped as a pair of arms snaked around her waist and a mouth nuzzled her hair from hr neck. She hadn't heard him come up behind her; he'd obviously discarded his shoes in her bedroom on the way back. Her lips parted silently as he found a sensitive spot just at the crease where her shoulder met her neck and his tongue gently ran over and over it, finally making her moan, the small sound escaping her lips.
The taller man stood then, dipping his head as he pulled them towards him. His mouth claimed hers in a gentle kiss, yet full of passion.
She said nothing, she simply nodded.
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The three of them stood by her bed. She unbuttoned the taller man's shirt, taking the time to admire the toned muscles of his chest, the hair – just enough to make him all man. Some men, she mused, waxed, something she could never understand. These two, though, reveled in their masculinity. Wore it as the badge of pride it was, along with their scars from the job.
As she peeled the shirt from him, she felt the man behind her unbutton her pants, sliding them over her hips. She kissed the man in front of her then, as her own hands turned their attention to his belt, to his button, to the zip of his fly. He grinned lasciviously, tugging at the hem of her top, lifting it over her head in one move, so that she was left standing there in her lingerie and heels. He turned her round so that she was facing the other man. The taller man kissed her neck as he told her to remove his t-shirt as his own hands attended to the other man's belt and jeans. The grin on the other man's face told its own story. Then he stepped closer to the two of them, kissing the other side of her neck and all three of them tumbled onto her bed.
They lay either side of her, propping themselves up on an arm, touching her with the other, stroking her skin, getting to know every inch of her, gently kissing her mouth, her shoulders, her breasts in worship of her perfect shape as though they were imprinting every piece of her onto their memories. There was something incredibly sensual and erotic about being with the two of them, the way they attended to every part of her without needing to be told what she needed.
Somehow, she found herself leaning over the taller man, who by now was propped up, half sitting, against the pillows, the shorter man lying next to him, stroking her back. The taller man was already erect, his length nudging her thigh. He looked her deep in the eyes. He didn't need to ask, as she moved herself down the bed, kissing a trail from his chest, down his abdomen to his pelvis.
Fair was fair, she thought, what one enjoyed already the other should too. She moved to the side, positioning herself on one arm so that she could take him in one hand, watching his face as she moved her hand up and down his cock, smoothing the leaking pre-cum across his head with her thumb. His eyes never left hers, the blue deepening the more she touched him, his hips, his length making the tiniest of jerks up into her hand. She smiled, satisfied, and bent further over him, lowering her head to where she suspected he wanted it. She breathed on him, laughing a little as she watched him jerk towards her mouth. She repeated the action al the way to the bottom, her hand never stopping its movements up and down all of him, his breathing becoming more harsh. Then her tongue darted out of her mouth, taking the tiniest of licks, up and down, tasting his whole length. His hands moved to her head, his fingers twisting themselves firmly into her curls.
She glanced once at the other man, who was lying beside them, smiling, stroking himself, making himself hard as well, knowing from earlier that evening how good she was at what she was about to do to his friend and partner. He stretched out his other hand, coming to rest on her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. She grinned and lowered her head, busying herself with the task at hand, taking the head of the taller man's proud erection into her mouth, sweeping her tongue around the top, across it, all the while still moving her other hand. She was rewarded with a moan and the hands tightening still further in her hair, forcing her to take more of his length into her hot, talented little mouth. She chuckled at that, the vibration of it around him causing him to swear, so she started to hum, the sensation of which caused him to buck his hips up into her mouth and her to take even more of him into her, moving her hand faster. She changed her position, so that she was on her knees above him, a position that freed up both her hands. One continued to stimulate his cock as the other gently played with his balls and stroked at the sensitive area right behind them. He groaned again and she felt the twitch, the slight enlargement, that indicated he was getting close.
She heard, rather than felt, the mattress springs, that indicated the other man was moving too, but she felt his knees behind her, his hands unclipping her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. She was momentarily distracted as his hands found her breasts, teasing her nipples into peaks, his mouth kissing down her back. As the other man tugged her head back down, forcing his willing victim to take him deeper into her mouth, one of the shorter man's hands found its way between her thighs, beginning to gently stroke her folds. She gasped around the taller man's cock, his hips bucking up towards her. As the shorter man began to stroke her rhythmically through the fabric, she began to suck more fiercely, to stroke him more roughly and her actions were rewarded moments later, with a sudden gush of fluid into her mouth, which she drank down as she tasted him then gently made sure she got all of it, his fingers convulsing in her hair, tangling further as he came.
The shorter man stopped his actions then, pulling her up against him, before tumbling them over so that they too now lay against the pillows propped up. The shorter man's hands continued to roam her body, his fingers dipping every now and then, just under the top of her panties, which, now she had kicked off her heels, were the only thing left she was wearing. A few minutes later, having taken the time to recover, the taller man grinned at her, before moving himself over their bodies, moving so that he knelt between her thighs. He tugged at her panties, saying without words that he wanted her to raise her pretty hips so that he could take them off. She acquiesced, her eyes heavily lidded as she watched him settle between her thighs and dip his own head, returning the favor she had recently paid.
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She watched him look up at her, a playful look in his eyes, as he gently rubbed his stubble over her vulva. She gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, her legs unconsciously moving further apart to allow him more access. His hands gently parted her, revealing her pink, aroused clit and he repeated the action, this time on the more sensitive flesh. She moaned this time, her hips rising to meet his mouth. He chuckled.
As she tried to hold his head, her hands were caught back by the shorter man behind her, his erection pressed into her back, as he very gently thrust into the small of her back. He nudged her hair aside, kissing her neck as he watched his friend begin to work her up to orgasm.
He licked, following that up blowing gently on the sensitive area, suddenly making it cold. As she tried to raise her hips to his mouth, an arm shot across her stomach, restraining her movements, causing her to groan with frustration. As the taller man dipped his dark head towards her again, she was rewarded with the feel of his tongue on her and his teeth gently, so gently, squeezing around the sensitive flesh, sending a shiver of pure pleasure right through her. Then his fingers gently parted the folds beneath and probed at her entrance, by now betraying her desire for him, the wetness testimony to both men's ministrations to her passion.
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Meanwhile, the third man has arrived at his partner's building and he is in the elevator, rising swiftly towards them.
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Her body bucks upwards again and again, as the delicious sensations sweep through her, causing a rush of wetness to coat the taller man's fingers as he continues to stimulate the sensitive spot within her, as his tongue laves her sensitive areas. She cries out with passion again and again, as the man behind her whispers in her ear how sexy she looks like that, her body quivering with passion and release, as he touches her breasts, kneading the flesh, teasing her nipples. All of her is being stimulated and it's a feeling that threatens to overwhelm her.
Then she is being moved again, to one side, as the taller man moves up the bed, a slightly predatory look in his eyes as he reaches for his partner. The shorter man pushes himself up off the bed, meeting him halfway, their lips crushing together in a passionate kiss. She can see their tongues melding, their teeth crashing together. She reached out to the bedside table, snagging a packet from the drawer, wordlessly handing it to the taller man. He rips it open, his hands shaking a little, as he rolls the latex down the shorter man, an action which has him buck his cock into the other man's hands. She thinks it is her turn to watch, when two pairs of strong arms reach for her, positioning her over the shorter man, his erection jutting up towards her. Both men are helping, the shorter man pulling her hips down on top of him, the other parting her, providing her support against her back. They lower her. She feels the head of the shorter man's penis at her entrance, nudging inside her. She takes a sharp intake of breath and then feels the rest of him slide inside her folds, filling her, as the man below her bites his lip and thrusts his hips towards hers, enjoying the sensation of her all around him.
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A key turns in the lock. After all, as her close friend, he has the spare to her apartment as she does to his. Silently, he walks inside the apartment, noting the lights still on in the living room, the three glasses on the kitchen counter beside the mostly empty bottom of wine, noticing the soft music still playing, the three jackets discarded in different places around the room. He hears sounds coming from the bedroom. Before he knows it, his feet have carried him across the room, to the door, which is only slightly ajar. He pushes the door open. He sees the sight of the three people in front of him, on her bed, locked into their intimate embrace. He takes a sharp intake of breath.
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She stops moving, her eyes flying open in shock, looking at the shorter man, who is looking beyond her, behind her, at the intruder. From his face she can tell her knows who it is. She tries to twist round, to see who it is, but the man behind her prevents her from moving, then moves his hand to the front of her, stroking her clit again, distracting her, causing her to arch back against him and down onto the shorter man in front of her. They begin moving again. She is not aware of the third man moving into the room, walking to the easy chair that sits by the bed. She no longer cares who sees her like this, so lost in the passion of what the two men have done to her, are doing to her. She rocks forward, eliciting a string of swearing from the man underneath her and a chuckle from the man behind her, his slowly returning erection pressing into her buttocks as he rubs himself back to arousal again. He continues his ministrations with one hand as he turns to look at the third man, now seated by the bed, unspeaking, his hands clenched on the arms of the chair as the scene unfolds in front of him.
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Part of him cannot quite process what he is seeing, although it is the sexiest thing he has seen in a very long time. The most beautiful woman of his acquaintance in naked abandon, lost in lust and passion, pleasuring and being pleasured by two men. Her cries, her movements stir something inside him, begin to stir him. His hands relax from their vice like grip on the upholstery and one hand loosens his own belt to attend to his own arousal, that has been building from the moment he has entered the room.
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The taller man notices the third man's actions and the shorter man glances over at him when he sees where his friend is looking. The feeling of being watched adds a new dimension to the sensations he is experiencing and he grips the woman's hips, driving himself up and into her more deeply than before as he watches the third man begin to stroke himself.
She feels the shorter man's movements become rougher and less controlled and she is trying not to look towards where she knows the third man is sitting. The taller man's fingers continue to stroke her but now his hand is on the side of her face, forcing her to turn her head, to look at what the third man is doing.
"Do you see that?" he whispers, "How turned on he is at the sight of you? At how lost you are in us, in what we are doing? Do you see how sexy he finds you? In how sexy we find you?"
And then she cries out again as she feels the gentle flutters of her muscles across her abdomen, as the taller man's fingers stroke her more roughly, as her clit tightens, as the shorter man grabs her hips and drives himself even deeper into her, becoming rough as his climax approaches.
And then it is on both of them at once. The tension winding itself up into the ultimate knot before exploding across both of them, the release rippling across their skin as they grind onto each other, that last thrust before he spills into the condom and her muscles grip him tighter than before. She's dimly aware of his shout out in satisfaction and her own bird-like cries of pleasure, before she collapses on top of him, shattered and exhausted.
The taller man gently helps her to roll to one side, positioning her head gently onto the pillows as he helps his friend to stand. He grins down at the woman they have so recently pleasured, nodding towards the bathroom. His erection is full and she understands that he wants to continue now what she interrupted in the shower room at the lab. The two men walk, hand in hand towards the bathroom. At the door, both men pause, look back towards the third man, seated in the chair and then the taller man nods once at him, as though understanding what must be going through his mind. The two men enter the bathroom and the door closes. Through the wood, she hears the faint sound of her shower starting up and smiles, knowing what the two of them will be doing to each other in a matter of moments.
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The third man sits for a moment, watching her. He is fairly certain that they have been given some privacy. She turns her head to look at him, a steady glance, a look he knows so well from her. Her body is covered with a slight sheen of sweat, her body still pink, flushed with a post-orgasmic glow.
His mind is still trying to process what he has seen, but all he can think of is her in front of him, like this, waiting, but for what?
He stands.
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Girls
who are boys
Who
like boys to be girls
Who
do boys like they're girls
Who
do girls like they're boys
Always
should be someone you really love
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He stood.
She watched him. Her eyes never leaving his. Then her lips parted as she watched him slowly start to remove his own clothes. Shucking his shoes as he unbuttoned his shirt, swiftly unbuttoning his belt and pants, dropping each garment onto the floor as he dealt with it.
She'd enjoyed what she'd done with the others, she had. If nothing else, she had serious material for fantasies for a long time to come. But the third man? She'd dreamed of him for so long, to make love to her, to hold her in a way beyond comfort. Even when he'd held her, when so many things had gone wrong, she'd felt him holding back. Watching him strip the last of the fabric from his body, seeing him naked for the first time, she realized that he wasn't holding back anymore. Some final barrier was gone, some final last emotional distance had been covered.
She heard the mattress creak as he climbed onto it, watched him crawl towards her.
She held her breath.
He had a purposeful look in his eyes.
The kind of look that made a woman hold her breath and hope, desperately, for what came next. He was next to her. He propped himself up on one arm, the other he placed, palm down on her stomach.
"Hi," he said simply.
She just smiled in return, covering his hand with her own. If truth be told, she'd imagined him like this, laying next to her, looking at her, that intense, searing look in his pale eyes. But she'd never seen him actually like this, so close, so naked, so stripped bare, right down to raw emotion. There was something about the look in his eyes, almost desperate. He leaned over her and gently kissed her, as though testing the water.
She snaked an arm round his neck, pulling him down to her, feeling his kiss deepen, opening her mouth to his. His arms came up to rest by her head, one leg slipped between hers and for a few moments they enjoyed the simplicity of the kiss, which came to an end naturally. His hands played gently with one of her curls and he smiled down at her, a warm smile. Her hands stroked the side of his neck. She bit her lip, a question forming in her eyes, an anxiety rising to the surface. She couldn't bear it if he thought, if he decided she, if this was…?
"It's OK," he reassured her, "Before, it was one of those things."
Then he moved, settling himself between her thighs, letting her feel all of him ready for her.
"This isn't," he said, "This is a starting point, for both of us."
She nodded, relief washing over her. Their lips met in another kiss, his hands moving to sweep over her body; firm, sure caresses of a man getting to know every inch of his partner in a whole new way. There was no turning back from this, she was sure. Her eyes closed briefly, opening when he tugged her hair to get her attention.
"I mean it," he said, "That was hot, before, but no more."
He leaned closer and whispered, a raw, husky demanding tone in his voice, one she had never heard.
"I'm going to wipe every damn memory of any other man out of your head," he said, in a tone that got her tingling all by itself and moved inside her in a sudden move that had her gasp and arch into him they way she had always imagined she would. She didn't doubt for a second that he meant every word, that what he said was the truth.
She looked into his eyes and saw the emotion in them, the need, his passion for her. Every kiss, every exploration of his tongue matched what he was doing with his body and it felt like it was reaching into her very soul. She could feel herself opening up to him in ways she had never opened up to anyone before. It seemed, she thought, that she had had barriers to let go of too. But any thought of thinking about anything other than the immediate soon fell pretty much by the wayside.
His touches were sure, as though he'd known what she needed, wanted forever. She heard a little voice say in her head he's been thinking about this too. They both touched each other, moved together, eliciting gasps and moans from the other as they continued to make love.
Sweat poured off them. Heat came to the surface. Steam rising.
He lifted her leg around his waist, bending his knees, placing one hand on her sensitive spot and began to thrust harder, faster, all the while looking in her eyes, their gaze locking. She didn't want to look away. She couldn't. All she knew was that this man, the man she had wanted and cared about so deeply for such a long time, was eliciting the sweetest, most intense emotions and sensations from her body. And she never wanted him to stop.
She watched the storm building in his eyes, the intensity of his gaze strengthening as he neared his completion. His hand moved more surely, more deftly, bringing her towards hers. And then it happened, like some sort of explosion, the shock wave of their mutual satisfaction hitting them both seconds later. He kissed her once more, before his head came to rest in the crook of her neck. She could feel his smile. She knew she was smiling too.
That, she thought, was long overdue. And by God, if she'd known how good it was going to be, she'd have dragged him home a lot sooner. Although, she thought, she'd probably have insisted on a date first.
Still, nothing like the thought of losing someone or seeing something, well intense, to bring out the intensity in a man, she mused.
They lay there together for a while, basking in each other's warmth, dozing slightly, neither moving.
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She was vaguely aware of the door to the bathroom opening and the two other men coming back into the bedroom. A hand, the taller man's, on the third man's shoulder, pulling him back into the moment.
"Shower's free," he said simply and the third man simply nodded and moved off of her, heading into the bathroom, with one last kiss to the woman he now knew he had long since fallen in love with.
The shorter man held a bowl, steam rising off of it, a towel and washcloths over his arm. Setting the bowl on the bedside table, the two men remaining in the bedroom climbed onto the bed and began gently to wash her after the evening's events, their movements soft and caring. She began to doze, sighing in pleasure at the touch of the cloths and the towel. When they massaged her body lotion into her, she almost purred with how good it felt. Both of them kissed her chastely when they were done.
"That was fun," said he shorter man and she smiled in return. The three knew that would never happen again.
The sound of the shower shutting off came from the bathroom and the third man re-appeared, toweling his wet hair dry. The other two men moved into the bathroom, cleaning up she presumed, turning out lights in the apartment. The third man got into bed with her, pulling her so that she lay partly on top of him, her head fitting into his shoulder as though it had always rested there. He turned out the bedside light.
A few minutes later, she felt the creak of the mattress and the weight of the others joining them. A hand slipped into hers and another's arm reached across to hold her across the waist. And, held like that, by three men she had shared something unique with, she drifted off to sleep.
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As the morning light sneaked into the room through the gaps in her thick curtains, she knew without opening her eyes, that the two younger men were already gone. She also knew, however, that she was still being held by someone, spooning with her, stroking her from thigh to shoulder, already awake. She smiled, putting her hand on his arm, stilling his movements and twisted her head back to look at him. He smiled down at her, affection in his eyes and gently kissed her good morning, as though he had been doing so forever, as he would every morning from now.
"Morning," he said.
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And that's it folks, how it always played out in my head. Thought she deserved it really! She gets a hot night of passion with every woman's fantasies and the man of her dreams forever awwwwww, no guilt, no foul. Now if only someone could send them my way [sigh]
Special hugs and cookies for inspiration and kind words to everyone who supported and reviewed this story originally – you know who you are! Thanks again!