Linda Alvarez - The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes

DeVille said, tightly, “I need her on her back right now.”

Harcourt took her head in his lap. She hadn’t had a good look at his cock before now. She rubbed her cheek against it and kissed his velvety skin; after a muttered curse from him and a strained chuckle from DeVille, Harcourt took her shoulders firmly in his big hands and shifted her down, so she could no longer reach. She braced her feet on the blanket for what she expected would be a wild ride. Tense as he’d sounded, though, DeVille took his time, each stroke long and slow and sweet, punctuated now and then by his mouth on her breasts. Austin eased into a trance of pleasure, spiralling around DeVille’s cock and Harcourt’s gentle fingers playing in her hair and stroking her forehead and lips.

She didn’t think she could come this time, but she revelled in DeVille’s gasping breaths as his thrusts gradually turned short and ragged. She squeezed her passage tightly on him, on his next push; it felt even better, and DeVille’s back arched, his fingers tightening on her hips. She did it again from then on, keeping up the torture until, with a soundless exhalation, he spilled his pleasure inside her. At the end, as he began to soften, he wedged two fingers into her and stroked up and forwards, just enough hardness and pressure to wring another crest from her, this one deeper, seeming to flood her from the inside out.

After that, she drifted, barely aware of Harcourt shifting her more fully into DeVille’s embrace, then sliding down behind her and throwing his arm over them both. His cock was soft; she hadn’t seen him come, but perhaps he had, while she was occupied by her own pleasure. That was good; it meant there was no rush to satisfy him. She dozed a little then, and she thought DeVille did, too, for when she opened her eyes Harcourt had propped himself on his elbow and was stroking his friend’s brown curls. As if he’d felt her eyes, his hand abruptly stilled.

“I was just remembering something,” he said, withdrawing his hand and pretending interest in the door of the barn. He shook DeVille’s shoulder. “Wake up, lazybones!”

“But she tuckered me out!”

Austin grinned. “I want to tucker him, too.” She eased her backside against Harcourt and found him ready for her. He growled and grasped her hip, holding her there for a stroke or two. She said tentatively, not sure if he would allow it, “I’d like a taste of you.”

Harcourt’s breath whooshed out against her neck.

“Lady’s choice!” DeVille said, gleefully. “You can’t say it’s wicked if she offers.” Austin was relieved he didn’t seem to mind he hadn’t received the same; she hadn’t even thought of asking until that moment. Maybe after this round, they could-DeVille leaned down and kissed her, smiling against her mouth. “You are one fine woman,” he said. He drew his finger down the length of her nose. She couldn’t help but smile at him.

Austin turned in Harcourt’s arms and said, “Just a little taste?”

His lips parted, but he didn’t speak, only nodded. He laid his hand on the back of her head as she crouched and licked the length of his erection. His legs trembled, and his hand fisted in her hair. It was something amazing, to have power over a man like that. Holding his cock steady with one hand, she lapped his balls, then dragged her tongue up his length again and pushed back his foreskin. She traced his rim before pressing tiny kisses on to the head. The slit leaked clear fluid, and she drew it between her lips. He tasted salty. She pressed her lips around the head and sucked. A noise like a howl burst from him, and she jerked back, startled.

“Enough,” he gasped. “Virgil, quit laughing!” Harcourt yanked her towards him and kissed her feverishly.

He seemed to want her on top of him. Austin was happy to oblige, stretching out on his muscled length, pressing her bosom to his strong chest and matching up her quim against his rigid cock. She rubbed against him and moaned into his mouth, hungry as if she hadn’t already come twice that night. Harcourt kneaded her backside and DeVille stroked the rest of her, from one end to the other. Harcourt’s cock was insistent, though, and she began to feel hollow, so she sat astride him, lifted up enough to get a grip on his cock, and slid down. Harcourt reached up and played with her nipples, panting but not thrusting into her. “Lady’s choice,” he said. DeVille settled on his heels next to them, apparently content to watch for now.

Austin laid one hand on Harcourt’s belly, letting her fingers stray down into his curls, and then touching where they were joined. “I want a good, hard ride.”

He grinned, a flash of teeth she would’ve missed if she’d blinked. “That’d be a mercy just now, ma’am, but you please yourself.”

Austin found herself smiling. “I’m not aiming to have any mercy,” she said, and squeezed her passage on him. She could have sworn she felt the pulse of blood moving in his cock and throbbing against her inner walls. She bit her lip and rocked against him while he steadied her hips with his hands.

DeVille reached between them and laid his warm hand over her mound. His thumb nudged between her folds. “You want a little extra?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “And-” Harcourt’s hands went to her breasts before she could ask.

Her ride laster longer than she’d hoped. They were all weary, and even with DeVille’s skilled touch, her pleasure this time took longer to build, but it was worth it. Her crisis wracked her with spasms from feet to scalp. She cried out and, soon after, Harcourt followed, holding her tightly in his arms. When it was over, he pressed his mouth to her temple and held it there for a long moment. His fingers feathered down her back, and she blinked back tears, though she surely had nothing to cry about. She kissed his mouth softly and rested her forehead against his.

All three of them lay spent for some time, until DeVille said, “That was some pumpkins.”

Austin laughed. She didn’t want the night to end. She hesitated then decided to ask for what she wanted. When else would she have the chance? “I want you two to kiss. Because I ain’t seen it before, and I want to see it now.”

Harcourt opened his mouth then closed it again. He didn’t look so dangerous with his eyes so wide and shocked.

DeVille grinned. “Come on, Harcourt. Where’s your grit?”

Austin touched his face. “You don’t mind so much, do you? I’ve just got a powerful curiosity.”

“I noticed,” he said, dryly. “All right.” He gave DeVille a quick, sliding glance.

DeVille said, “I never thought I’d see the day. They must be sledding in hell right now.”

“Maybe I should change my mind,” Harcourt growled.

“Don’t,” DeVille said. He slid a little closer on the blanket, eyes downcast. “Listen to me.”

Harcourt’s brow wrinkled. “What’s all this solemnity?”

“I don’t want to joke about this.” He looked up, and Austin’s breath caught at his steady gaze, though he wasn’t looking at her. “You know if you asked me, I’d do just about anything for you, don’t you?”

“You don’t have to do anything for me. If you think that -”

Austin put her hand on his arm. “Let him talk.”

DeVille went on as if she hadn’t interrupted. “I didn’t say anything about having to. I only-Will you let me do this my way?”

“You’re serious about this. You really want -Why?”

“There’s a difference between us, Aaron. Not colour, or money, or bravery. You had a family, at least you did once. All I ever had was you. I’ve always wanted you to know that.” DeVille caught Harcourt’s face between his hands, dragged him close, and kissed him, open-mouthed.