Prompt #9 by darveypainted: "Harvey/Donna/Travis Tanner threesome"

She sprung for the hotel room that overlooked Rockefeller Center, so that when she opened the long, red velvet curtains she could bask in the glowing lights of the season, emanating from a tree as large as her sense of self-worth. Getting this specific room at the Jewel Hotel took some doing; after all, the firm didn't even decide on the location of their holiday party until late October. But, she's always felt that when you're direct, when you're "honest," and when you look just as good clothed as unclothed, you're going to get exactly what you want.

Standing high-above, she overlooks the crowds gathering around the tree at dusk. She slips her complimentary robe to the ground and stands there in the buff, breathing in deep, then breathing out so that her pert nipples almost touch the glass. And, she whispers to herself her mantra.

"I'm Donna. And I'm awesome."

Tonight, she's going to get exactly what she wants.

She leans against the bar, in a dress that's too low at the bottom and at the top, and sends out her call. All eyes are on her. Even the bartender finds himself struck when she asks for a Macallan 18 Scotch Whiskey, over the sound of 250 lawyers trying to sound like they're talking about something other than work.

From behind her, she hears a familiar voice.

"Donna."

She turns to match the man behind the timber, and finds it is the exact prey she's had her eye on.

"Harvey."

All is going to plan.

Naked against the silk sheets, she wriggles on the bed as she prepares for the party.

There's a certain fantasy that's been dancing around inside of her since college. A particular combination of bodies and their parts that she thinks about often.

In her fiery head, she starts to lay out the scenario.

'He'll walk up to me at the bar…' she thinks, as she circles an errant finger against the highest-point of her voluminous clit.

'We'll flirt…' she thinks, moving faster now.

'And, just when he thinks the conversation is moving one way…' she says, even faster, dipping her finger inside to accumulate the necessary moisture, then easing it back to her bulb. 'I'll reveal my true intention.'

And then, as she cums, she screams aloud, "And he'll be POWERLESS to stop himself. He'll be fucking POWERLESS."

With heaving breaths, she finishes herself off twice, back-to-back.

"I know you want me."

"How do you know that?" Harvey says, trying to play off his nervous laughter as confidence.

"Because every man wants me."

"This is a fact?" he says.

"Of course. I've got a great ass, breasts that defy gravity, and I'm dynamite in the sack."

"And, you're humble," Harvey says.

"You're one to talk," she quips. "Wait, did I say every man wants me?" she asks, stopping the previous thought mid-stream.

"You did," he responds.

She tilts her head a few degrees. "A new addendum to that. When I said every man, I meant every person."

"So, everyone here?"

"I could have ANYONE here," she says. "And, aren't you so lucky that I've chosen you?"

"Have you now?" he asks, still trying to play it cool. "I thought you said you don't get involved with men that you work with?"

"When did I say that?"

"Early. Very early."

"And you believed me," she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I did," Harvey responds.

"Shows how smart you are," she says, licking the rim of her glass.

"Donnaaaaaa," he sighs, as though saying her name for long enough will cause him to tamper down his eagerness.

"Harvey," she says. "There's been a tension between us ever since I showed up in your life. Admit it."

"I was afraid you'd fall for me if we started anything…" he says, shuffling.

"And yet, you've fallen for me."

"So, is this —"

"Happening?" she asks, cutting him off. "Yes, very much. But, there is one more thing I should tell you… the bed in my hotel room… it's an Alaskan King."

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Harvey asks.

"You're supposed to realize that it's too big to waste on just two people," she says.

That comment shines in the air like the North fuckin' Star, and Harvey finds himself brushing non-existent lint off of his sleeve so that he can regroup, recalibrate and reassess this entire situation. It takes him all of 2.3 seconds before he's back on the proverbial horse, trying to get his hands on Donna's tasty Christmas present.

"So, three?" he says, finding ways to create new syllables in each word. "You want three people in bed tonight?"

"You're quick and… you're correct," she says.

"You, me and…" Harvey says, glancing around the crowd.

"I see your eyes drifting to all of the available women in this place," Donna says.

"Naturally," Harvey replies. "Also, some UNavailable ones are still on the table."

"But, that's not what Donna wants," she says, stretching back while simultaneously pushing in so that her cleavage is somehow even more prominent.

"What does Donna want?" Harvey asks, leaning in closer.

She whispers a pair of words in his ear that send a flutter down his tailored paints.

"Two dicks."

She stands in front of the long mirror and pours herself into her dress.

Bending over in her suite, she assesses the situation.

"Panties or no panties?"

From certain angles, you can see the prize(s).

"Is that good, or is that bad?"

She slides on the red thong.

Just enough to show you almost everything.

"But, not everything entirely."

"When I need something, you give it to me," she says, as she signals the bartender for a second drink.

"So, what do you need?" he asks.

She pauses then parses. "Both."

He looks at her, waiting for an explanation that doesn't come. "Both of what."

"Both of both," she says, making a glance to a gentleman standing across the room, and then a glance back to Harvey.

When Harvey sees exactly who she is gesturing to, an anger burns his ears.

"No."

"Yes."

"Travis Tanner?!"

"Uh-huh."

"Really?"

"Mmmmm."

"But he's just… the worst… human being that ever… I mean, why him?'

She pouts her lips. "Donna needs what Donna needs."

"But, why does Donna need THIS?"

"Because Donna FUCKING deserves it."

"Donna, I — I mean…is there any other —"

She grips his hand under the bar so that no one can see and slides her fingers in and out of their gaps.

"Harvey, listen to me closely," she says. "If you play my game, you'll find in the end that you're going to get EXACTLY what you want."

They all take turns going to the hotel suite; Donna first; then Harvey; then, finally Travis. They believe this separation will give them each the cover of anonymity so that no one suspects what this unlikely trio is up to tonight.

Against the window, she draws them in, the full spectrum of the Christmas lights below glowing on their tongues as she finds one man's mouth and then the others. Tanner gets greedy first, grabbing a handful of her rear mounds as he slinks the other hand to her neck. Harvey, not to be outdone, slides two fingers up her dress and touches the silk of her panties ever so gently.

"Tongue. Between my legs," she says, with conviction.

"Which one?" Harvey asks.

"Why should I choose?" she says, as she slides the dress over her head and drops to the same sheets that still carry the sense memory of her earlier orgasms. With two fingers, she spreads her pussy lips to show them exactly what they can have… if they give in to her every demand.

The men try to whisper, but Donna hears every word.

"Don't get in my way, Specter," Travis says. "I've been eyeing your secretary since she stepped off the elevator."

Harvey drops his jacket to a chair, unbuttons his shirt and loosens his belt.

"She wants us both, Tanner," Harvey responds. "So, let's do our BEST and let HER decide what happens next."

"Aren't you chivalrous?" Travis sneers.

"I learned it at Harvard," Harvey smiles.

They're fighting for her. And she'll be damned if she isn't getting more wet with each barb.

Between her legs, the men take turns; Travis first, suckling at the pink bow atop her present, then circling a thumb around inside of her. Harvey, kissing softly then licking with intensity. Soon, the two men are so engaged at the task at hand that they both work her simultaneously, their tongues brushing up against each other as she touches her carnation nipples with breathless delight.

"Okay… Okay…" she says. "I have a new idea."

"What's that?" Harvey asks.

Harvey slides into her from behind, gripping at the downy skin of her hips and teasing her opening with just the hint of his head. If he's ever been this hard before, he's hard-pressed to remember when. His cock drips with shiny droplets and he feels their cells connected as he pushes in further.

"Mmm-hmmm," she groans. "Mmmmmm."

He wants to talk to her.

He wants to ask her if she likes what he's doing.

He wants to ask her how she feels… about him.

But, her mouth is currently full.

Very full.

Of Travis Tanner's Yale-educated schlong.

Donna takes Travis down, tickling his balls with one hand, as she feels the sensation of Harvey driving in and out of her. She realizes that in her haste to make this position a reality, she didn't even get to look at his cock. She's spent so many days and nights dreaming of what it could look like under his designer suits. Now, she knows nothing about this

Well, that's not true.

She now knows one thing.

It spreads her…

… like a fucking miracle.

With each Harvey thrust, she sucks Travis harder. She can feel his head swelling against his cheek and his shaft tightening. She's pretty sure if they keep going at this pace, she's going to feel a warm, sticky deposit against her throat in less than thirty-seconds time.

And, based on the way Travis is fidgeting and fighting, she knows that he knows, too.

"Come on, Specter. Stop being GREEDY. Move aside!" Travis barks.

"Shut up, Tanner. I need her…" Harvey says.

God, she loves that he said that.

"I want that pussy, now…" Travis insists.

"You can't handle it."

"The fuck I can."

Donna turns to face Harvey, as he continues to move into her rapidly from behind - in and out, in and out.

"Give him a turn," she purrs. "Sharing is caring."

'Since when did you care about politeness?' Harvey thinks.

But, he promised chivalry.

And, that's what he gives her.

Harvey moves away from Donna, making sure to run a finger against her clit as he exits. He sits down at the head of the bed and waits to see what will happen next. It's at this moment that Donna gets a real good look at Harvey's head; Harvey's shaft; and Harvey's balls. She judges it is somewhere between 7 and 8 inches, as thick as it is long. And, furthermore, she determines that the times she spied the outline of it against his pinstripe pants, that he was fully erect.

'I made him hard… at the office… so many times,' she thinks.

And then she remembers, Travis is behind her.

She flips on to her back and lets him enter her missionary style.

"That's it," he grunts, dripping sweat onto her tits. "You like that, don't you?"

Within seconds, his pace slows. She deduces that Travis feels overwhelmed by the suction of her tightness. She doesn't know that to him the nub of her clit seems to have its own tongue inside, and with each pump of his ass cheeks he feels it tickle his cut cock.

"Fuck…" he moans.

"I know," Harvey says with a smile, as he folds his arms over his bare chest. "She's incredible, isn't she." Donna reaches aside to meet Harvey's gaze to thank him for the compliment.

"Gonna cum," he grunts.

"Already?" Harvey says. "You really are a Yale Man."

"Fuck you!" Travis moans. "So CLOSE."

"Not inside me…"

"You feel so good though…"

"I swear to GOD, Travis, if you cum in me, I will end you."

"Please, Donna…" he pleads, his face contorting like a gymnast's body. "I need it."

"Pull out, asshole," Harvey says.

And, with all the grace of a wounded steer, Tanner pulls out abruptly and jerks his overtly fat cock onto Donna's tight abs, covering her with a creamy snowfall.

He collapses to the bed, a sweaty mess, muttering to himself. "That was so good. God. That was so fucking good. Fuck. How do you feel so fucking good?!"

"You broke him," Harvey says.

"I do that," Donna responds.

"That was it, huh Tanner?" Harvey asks, hiding a smile.

"Like you can do better," he responds.

"I know I can," Harvey says.

"Can I have your pocket square?" she asks.

"What for?" Harvey says, rising to get it from his suit pocket.

"Clean up," she responds.

"You're going to use my pocket square to clean up Travis's mess?" Harvey asks.

"Do you object?" she asks. "You can fuck me after."

"No objection!" Harvey responds, quickly.

He climbs beside her, spooning her and kissing her as he dips in and out of her with a gentle ease. "Was this part of your plan?" he whispers.

"To make him finish so you could have me all to yourself?" she asks.

"Yes."

"That's my secret," she responds. "But, if you want to put on a show for him, that's your business."

He kisses her again.

"God, sex always makes me hungry," she says. "How about you?"

"Well, sure," he responds.

"Hey Travis!" she yells out, addressing the man now sitting in a chair, watching his own private sex show with a look of sweaty defeat. "Do me a favor? Call room service. Ask them to send up two ice cream sundaes in about an hour."

"An hour?!" Travis yells.

Without a word, Harvey flips her over onto her belly and pronebones her into oblivion.

"You're right. Better make it two hours," she says.

Then, with a lick of her lips, she turns around to look at Harvey. "He's watching us now. So, you better do your best work."

"This is a power move," he says, understanding. And, up until the second that room service arrives with a gentle rapping, they put on the filthiest, porniest, horniest display for Travis Tanner's eyes only, working their way through various positions, alternating between soft, loving sex, desperate horny sex, and rough sex that gets so heated that she hopes his hand will never leave her throat.

"Fucking FUCK ME, Harvey!" she yells. "Jesus, you're so FUCKING good."

Orgasms flow through her like wine in the Napa Valley.

"Get the door, will you Tanner?" she says. "Harvey and I are occupied."

As Travis signs the bill, Harvey finishes inside Donna. And with her juices dripping off of him and his seed pouring out of her, they indulge themselves in a pair of decadent fudge-drenched sundaes.

They let Tanner have the cherries.