Kate leans up to kiss him, dizzy and warm and her vision still blurry at the edges, but happy, so happy to have him here. Serena is almost squished between them, her hand on Rick's chest scratching at the buttons in a vain attempt to get him out of his clothes. He's not helping the matter at all, instead just focused on Kate, on her hot mouth, on her lazy tongue against his, on her naked body pressed to his front.
He almost wants to throw Serena out, tell her he doesn't need her, that she's fulfilled her purpose. But then. Wet lips against the sensitive skin behind his ear. Kate's lips still on his. Oh no, no, he doesn't want her gone yet.
(They're in her hotel room anyway.)
He wraps his arms around both women, one around each; Serena chuckles into his ear. His big palm brushes up and down Kate's naked back, soothing, because really – the way she sighs into his mouth suggests she's still quite out of it. She breaks the kiss, nuzzles his cheek, a sated smile on her face.
"I love you" she whispers and he's so in awe of her, his wonderful Kate, he just nods his head. Then she turns her head a little, shifts her body to the side and kisses Serena, not quite as tender, a little more demanding, but happy. She looks happy.
And damn if it doesn't shoot yet another surge of blood through his body to see their tongues touch and mingle.
"Still don't like me?" Serena asks, that sly little minx, and Kate sounds a little breathless when she answers.
"Getting there."
They look into each other's eyes and seem to come to some kind of agreement, because they both turn at the same time and level their hungry gazes on him.
Oh yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes. He likes where this is going.
He must look as excited as he feels, because Kate laughs and then pushes at his chest, toppling them all over.
(Two gloriously nude beauties are leaning over him; he's pretty sure he is in heaven.)
Serena starts on his buttons, again, finally getting some traction this time, while Kate just kneels between his thighs and watches. She's just sitting there, smile tugging at the corners of her lips… staring at him. Not that he's complaining.
He's wondering what she's waiting for, though.
Serena makes quick work of his shirt, man-handles him into a half-sitting position to snatch it off his back; he almost chokes on his heavy tongue when she lets him fall back down and Kate immediately scoots up to straddle his now bare waist, the burning moisture that is sliding over his bellybutton almost too much to handle.
Serena kisses Kate's shoulder as she moves around her to bring her nimble fingers to his belt buckle. Rick can feel her hands at work just above his crotch, can see the blonde's outline next to Kate's side, but not much more. Most of his vision is full of Kate, her hands now balancing herself on his chest, her hair curtaining her face, a flash of white teeth peeking through as she leans down to kiss his neck.
He moans as she works her way up the tendons of his shoulder, bites a path across his collarbone just to end up at his throat again.
Then he moans again, because Serena has reached into his pants and is unabashedly stroking him through the silk of his boxers.
Oh boy, these two are going to kill him. Kate nips at his chin and Serena mirrors the motion with a squeeze of her hand, as if sensing the other woman's movements. Then he can see her silhouette rise up behind his girlfriend, scooting lower to drag his jeans down his legs; she comes back up for his boxers, slides smooth fingers under the elastic and digs her knuckles into the sensitive patches where stomach meets thigh on each side of him. When she finally pulls down the last remaining piece of clothing, her nails trail along his shaft as if on accident. His hips buck up and Kate laughs, hoisted up by his move. Her fingers come to the side of his neck and then she leans down, wet skin sliding down his belly as her tongue slides into his mouth.
Her rear is still a couple of inches away from his desperately throbbing middle but she seems to have no inclination to move herself lower. He understands why when a warm, unfamiliar hand wraps around him, pumps up and then down, causing him to arch and moan into Kate's mouth.
She breaks away for air.
"Oh god" he pants and Kate grins at him, triumphant. He suddenly realizes that he's been fisting the sheets at his sides instead of touching her, touching anything at all, and he remedies the fact as soon as he can. His broad hands find her thighs, squeezing and sliding roughly up and down her legs, joyful as she bites her lip.
All of a sudden she jerks under his touch, gasping a silent "Oh!"; he has no idea how he caused it.
She moans and he realizes belatedly that he's not causing it at all – Serena is. While one of her hands is still wrapped around him, moving at a leisurely pace that he is going to be able to endure a sweet long while, her other has sneaked around Kate's torso and is roughly palming her breast. He surges up and takes her other one into his mouth; the movement shifts his entire body and Serena's fist is suddenly tighter around him. He braces himself on his elbows as he sucks on Kate's nipple, feels Serena let go of Kate's breast to drag her fingers through his hair. Her thumb circles his tip, surprising him.
(He hasn't exactly forgotten about her hand there, but he is a man of quite some stamina; He has managed to watch them get each other off without so much as touching himself)
His hand takes the place of his mouth as he breaks away, collapsing onto his back again. Kate follows, kissing him languidly as she presses herself against him, her hips beginning to make small circles against his stomach. Serena's hand disappears but he doesn't have time to protest because a second later her mouth is closing around him, wet and hot and silky, like the inside of Kate's mouth where he's stroking his tongue right now.
(He can't believe he has Kate up there and Serena down there and a delicious pressure against his stomach because, fuck, his girlfriend is rubbing herself against him as she scratches her nails across the nape of his neck.)
Serena sucks on his tip and lets her fingers and thumb form a ring around him as she strokes up and down, down and up, the lack of pattern to her moves making his brain misfire information so that at one point he bucks up into her mouth. She just hums around him and takes him deeper and it feels different from how Kate does this to him, so weird and fantastic and unpredictable.
Kate slides her tongue along his teeth before she pulls away, her breath coming in short pants. He doesn't let her catch her breath; his hand moves along her thigh and his thumb slides against her, wet between his own skin and hers, his muscles clenching as Serena's tongue presses around him. Kate moans his name and suddenly she's swatting at his hand and sliding off of him, only to swing her leg around and straddle him again, her gorgeous back to him.
Holy shit.
She's watching Serena bob up and down on him, her hands running through the blonde curls, her hips mimicking the other woman's motions against Rick's hipbone.
(Fuck.)
Even though he is deeply seated inside of Serena's velvety mouth, he suddenly feels like an outsider. He won't have any of it.
As Kate lifts one hand away from Serena's head to start touching herself, he grabs her, roughly snatching her around the waist and pulling her up, dragging her wetness all the way across his stomach and chest until she's helping him along, shuffling her knees until her body is arched up right above his face. Serena hums her approval around him and he groans; Kate sinks down a little and his lips connect with the inside of her thigh. He bites softly, then angles his head until she's exactly in front of his mouth.
Her smell is overwhelming and his arms come around to brace her thighs, anchoring her above him because he knows she won't keep still once he starts this. Just as his tongue touches her moist lips, the warmth around his length disappears.
"Hnn" he protests in a low growl and a second later, he feels hands again where mouth has just been. It's good, really good, especially when Serena speeds up, pleasuring him with faster, firmer strokes.
He laps his tongue at Kate, sliding fast and harsh against her entire length before straining upwards and sucking the incredibly soft skin between his teeth. She moans and arches, crushing him if it weren't for his firm arms around her thighs and backside.
He tightens his grasp on her and finds her clit, flicking his tongue against it as Serena gently slows down her strokes.
"Rick?" Serena asks softly, but it takes him a couple of seconds before he can force himself away from Kate, her legs shivering around him.
"Yeah" he breathes and Kate jerks at the burst of air, making a needy sound in the back of her throat.
"Condoms?" Serena questions and Rick blinks to clear his head. Right. Condoms. Where did he…?
"Bar. With the champagne" he croaks out, thankful that he'd had the peace of mind to pull the protection out of his wallet before all the blood had left his brain.
He feels Serena move away from him and then Kate falls forward onto her forearms, to the side of his hips, no longer able to stay upright. Her breasts are brushing his stomach and he smoothes his hands up and down her quivering legs, calming and assuring. He feels like he needs to- should thank her for this somehow.
"I-" he croaks, swallows to find his voice. "I love you."
Kate huffs out something that is half endearment and half exasperation, and he can see the toes of her right foot curl and uncurl against the mattress just by his shoulder.
"Cin Cin" Serena toasts throatily from the side and Kate turns, lifts herself up and onto her knees again to accept a sip.
"Hmm, good stuff" she compliments, reaching out with one hand to cup the blonde's cheek and nip at her lips.
"Hmm, you good too. Good stuff" she murmurs and Serena chuckles, that wonderful sexy sound that makes him sigh in pleasure.
"Getting incoherent already, detective?" she teases and Kate has enough energy left to swat at the arm that isn't holding the champagne flute.
"Shut up" she mumbles with no conviction and then she's draping herself over Rick's body again, her hair brushing his erection before she leans backwards, legs falling open as she offers herself to him completely. He takes a deep breath, feeling intoxicated not by alcohol but by the smell of sex around him, and steadies her with one hand as his long middle finger slides smoothly into her.
"Ohhhh" she sighs joyfully and he treasures the moment, halting every movement and just breathing, just being, just feeling and committing all of it to his excellent writer's memory.
Cool hands wrap around his length, droplets of perspiration from the glass Serena had been holding transferring onto his skin and causing an exquisite blend of sensations. Hair fans out across his crotch and rubber connects with his head but it registers only faintly as he starts up a rhythm with his finger. Kate is so slick and smooth around him, he easily slides in another, brushing her clit every other time with one of his knuckles. He's so enthralled by her, he doesn't realize straight away that oh, ohhhh, Serena is rolling the condom onto him with her mouth, taking him deep into her throat and then holding the rubber down with tight fingers as she lets him pop free.
"Strawberry!" she whispers, sounding delighted. Then she rises up above his hips and straddles him, moaning as she rubs against him, coating his almost painfully throbbing member in her moisture.
Kate whines and stirs a little and he realizes he's stopped moving his fingers. He slides them out of her and she groans in protest, so Serena leans over and silences her with the scrape of teeth and a hot slide of tongue. Both of the blonde's hands come up to palm Kate's breasts, squeezing forcefully as Rick tugs her down to his mouth sharply and kisses her clit.
He hears the two women break away with a wet sound; Serena reaches down to take him in her hand.
"May I?" she asks, following some unwritten protocol, and the writer gives her permission by bucking up just enough to engulf his tip in her wetness. Kate approves of his move by wrapping her hand around the blonde's, steadying him as Serena hums in surprised pleasure and sinks down without hesitance, taking him fully into her. He hears her moan, almost a sob against Kate's mouth as the brunette pulls her in for a deep kiss.
She's tight around him, so he gives her time to adjust and licks a slow, firm line across Kate's lips, tasting her deeply. He presses short, teasing kisses against her until she's building up again, her thighs quivering as she drags her hands up Serena's taut stomach, teasing the underside of her breasts with her short nails.
The sexy art thief is loosening her muscles, melting on top of him, letting him go even deeper and then rising up only to sink down again, establishing a slowly building rhythm that he copies with his tongue. He adds one hand to Kate's clit, brushing in odd patterns against the sensitized bundle of nerves as his other finds Serena's hip.
"Rick" she groans, the vibrations of the throaty sound travelling through his core, where she's picking up speed, riding him harder and faster, wet skin slapping against wet skin.
His own breathing is getting heavier, his tongue sloppy and his hand jerky against Kate, so he lets his head fall back into the pillows and concentrates on meeting Serena's thrusts. He isn't really surprised when Kate gathers her last strength and moves away from him, pushing her entire long naked body against Serena's and stealing downright illegal sounds from her with the sensuous weapon of her tongue.
His girlfriend intertwines her hand with his on Serena's hip, aiding their thrusts, and uses her free one to push her thighs wider apart, changing the angle just the slightest bit, but enough that the blonde gasps and tightens around him.
He can sense that she is close, can feel her pick up a frantic speed, her hipbones colliding with Kate's and their chests pressing together. From where he is resting against the bed it looks as if she is fucking them both, as if she is taking his girlfriend just as much as she is taking him, and with every roll of his hips both women rise and fall on top of him, moving not quite in synch, not quite a unit, things knocking into each other, but it's good, so very good, close to too damn much but he's holding on, holding on and then Serena is falling, crying out and clenching around him, a long press of her hips that pushes him deep inside of her, but he's still holding on, still holding on, biting his lip so hard that he tastes blood.
A/N: So, so sorry for the long wait! I was really busy, writing a film history paper (about For Lovers Only!) and then off in London for a few days. I hope you can forgive me for leaving you alone for so long! I think it was worth it though; I certainly tried my best ;)