A/N: This is the longest I've ever left a story unfinished and without updates. I came down with a terrible case of writer's block mixed with a big workload and little free time. I hope you aren't too mad at me for leaving you hanging for so long.
As it always seems to be with my stories: ever since I've "abandoned" this one, I've been thinking of another (yet unwritten) one. In other words, this is my attempt to get this fic to an end so I can start a new idea.
I truly appreciate all your support and the interest you've shown in this story, as well as the interesting comments and arguments I've had with some of you over its controversial content. Thank you so very, very much for all the reviews and messages.

I hope you're having a great time!
Enjoy,
Lina

Previously:

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.

...

Serena's quivers around him slow down, her body getting heavy on his thighs, but he managed to hold himself together. Kate pushes the other woman away almost roughly, only making sure she stays on the bed but barely gives her a second glance as she takes him into her hand, pushes the condom down firmly, and guides him into her.

Fuck.

It's too much. He thought he was bursting apart before, but now it's even worse…better…he can't tell. She's riding him backwards, hot and tight and yet so different from Serena, a different kind of sweet, sweet poison. She moans and it's full of relief, full of Oh god yes, finally.

(He can relate.)

Her back is glistening with sweat as she rocks up and down, glides back and forth with her upper body held up by her fists on the mattress, her arms shaking as she fucks herself on him, for him.

His mind can't quite keep up with all the things, the feelings, the motions and he wouldn't be surprised if he woke up in a couple of hours and couldn't remember his own name.

Serena is essentially unconscious next to them, moaning and sighing with eyes closed, her body stretched out and half hanging off the big bed, but like a cat after dessert with a full stomach looking absolutely and utterly satisfied.

"Rick" Kate whines, and suddenly he doesn't like to be so inactive, doesn't like to be lying on his back like a man already spent, only barely bucking up into her, all of her strained and tight muscles doing all the work. He grabs on to her thighs and sits up, pushing deeper into her, a hard thrust that has her yelping. He knows what he wants but he can't manage it from his position, so he sighs and pushes on her legs until she reluctantly lifts off of him. Before she can even really protest, he's turned them around on the bed, nudged her onto all fours, and is sliding into her again.

Hmmm, yeah. This is good. Really good.

His head is feeling a little weird from sitting up too fast and not enough blood in his body for all the places he needs it and the alcohol a quiet buzz in his nervous system that doesn't even register amidst all the arousal that drugs him.

"Yeah" she breathes as he starts with low thrusts, the arousal coiling inside of him so tightly that it hurts. Her back arches, her round ass pushing back against him as he builds momentum, thrusting so that she is swinging back and forth, grunting and gasping, clenching and rolling; he hopes from exertion and not from pain, but he's pretty sure she's with it enough to have protested if she'd felt uncomfortable.

(He certainly isn't feeling uncomfortable, with all the feelings and the pain and the tension and the exertion and the - oh god, so much, so good - fucking going on.)

Serena stirs next to him just as he has almost forgotten all about her. She takes in her surroundings with blinking eyes as if awakening from a long, good dream, then tugs the corners of her mouth into a slow, sexy smile. She stretches her arm, molds her body further into the cushions and wriggles around a little.

All of a sudden, Kate screams out, louder than he's heard in a long while, and he screams, too, can't help it, her inner muscles gripping him and tugging, milking his orgasm from him without much of a choice, not that he minds, not that he wasn't ready for it half an hour ago. He realizes in the last working corner of his brain that Serena must be doing…something, but his vision goes white and red and his ears rush as the tension inside him explodes, and he forgets about it before he even really thought of it.

He wakes up and has absolutely no clue how long he's been out, but there's a heavy, warm body halfway on top of him and a leg thrown over his thigh from the other side, so he figures with closed eyes that the two women he fell asleep with are still in bed by his side.

"You okay?" comes a soft voice from his left, raspy from a dried out throat but undeniably Kate's.

(It figures that she notices he's awake even before he does.)

"Hmm" he asserts, his chest vibrating beneath her. He opens one eye and his heart flutters at the sight of her, tangled dark hair all around her head and shoulders, smudged makeup darkening her bright eyes, flushed and ripe lips beaming a big smile at him.

"Hey" he breathes, tries to catch his breath as he manages to command his fingers, brushing against the first thing he encounters, which happens to be her tailbone.

"Hey."
She grins back at him and he strokes his fingers just at the edge of her butt, the sensitive skin warm and smooth underneath his pads.

"I love you" he rushes out with a breath and her eyes turn tender. She leans up and places a soft kiss against his lips, answers him with a whisper.

"I love you too."

Their eyes meet and hold, and he slides his hand along her spine.

"Oh you two are gross" comes Serena's snarky remark from his other side, and Kate bursts out a short laugh. She draws away from him and sits up, shaking her head with a smile.

"We've heard that before."

Serena and Kate share a look and a smile, friendly rather than arousing, which only intrigues him further.

"Are you okay?" Kate asks, like she's asking the blonde how her day was, genuinely interested in the other woman's wellbeing.

Serena nods. "Haven't quite felt this good in a while" she admits and Kate agrees with a lift and fall of her eyebrows.

(Because she doesn't even have words for it, honestly.)

Then Serena's gaze lands on him and her smile morphs into a smirk, her tongue peeking out between kissed-away lipstick as she trails her hand across his chest.

"Wanna feel good, too, Rick?"

He swallows and nods. "Already…" he croaks and has to wet his lips before he can continue. "Already feeling good."

Kate chuckles and suddenly her lips are at his shoulder.

"You have no idea."