Party of Three (Sunday Night Dinner Club #1 (10 page)

Moans filled the room, low, harsh ones and soft, melodic ones.

Spencer stiffened his tongue, and instead of kissing her with it, he fucked her, thrusting in and out of her delicious opening.

“Ah, Christ,” Levi bellowed.

Her ass stiffened beneath his hands. A low keening sound replaced the moans.

And then she was convulsing on his tongue, her sweet cream filling his mouth even as her legs quivered and shook.

“God. Fuck, Chelsea!” His friend sounded tortured. “
Argh!
”

Spencer continued to fuck his tongue into her, over and over until she cried out and tried to pull away from him.

He held tight, not letting her go anywhere, but he showed mercy, retracting his tongue from her drenched cunt and stilling his finger on her clit

Her ass slackened and her pussy pulsed visibly, her lips swollen and wet.

“That has got to be the most electrifying thing I’ve ever experienced,” Levi said, panting. “Dunno what you did to her, Spence, but by all means…” he gestured weakly, “do it again.”

“You come, Barr-o?” As if Spencer couldn’t tell by Levi’s tormented screams and shallow panting.

“Went off like a stick of dynamite.”

“Think you can do it again?”

“If I’m lucky? Next year, maybe.”

Chelsea’s rich laughter echoed through the room.

“Hear that, babe? You sucked him dry.”

“Loved it too.” Her voice was deep and raspy.

He kissed her buttock. “I need you to do something for me. For all of us.”

“Mmm?” she asked.

“Suck him some more.”

Levi let out a strangled groan.

“Get him hard and ready to go again. This night has only just begun, and Levi does not want to bow out now.” And with that, he went to work with studied determination, focused only on giving Chelsea the second orgasm he’d promised.

Levi sat stunned by the surge of blood to his dick. After the orgasm Chelsea had sucked from him, he hadn’t thought he’d be capable of sustaining another erection for hours to come. Maybe even days

Yet here he was, less than ten minutes later, standing at full-mast, ready for whatever Chels demanded.

Never mind being half in love with her, Levi was a goner. Totally stoked. The woman was everything he’d ever wanted and more. And the way she’d taken to their suggestion of a threesome, with eager anticipation… Well, hell. That had only raised his esteem. And adoration.

He knelt on the ground before her, his face in her lap as she now lay on the couch, exactly where he’d been minutes ago. Her back rested on the back of the sofa, her butt was perched on the edge and her legs were spread to make space for Levi.

It had taken a good few seconds to wrap his head around what he was doing. Licking the very pussy has best mate had just licked. Had brought to orgasm—twice. The slick moisture between her legs resulted from her excitement
and
Spencer’s tongue.

Logic told him to back away. Wasn’t this exactly what he’d meant when he’d said he refused to play second fiddle to his mate?

But was this playing second fiddle? Maybe Spence was the second fiddle. After all, he’d had to wait his turn to feel Chelsea’s salacious lips around his dick. It was only after Levi had come in her mouth—and then been licked back to life—that Spencer had got to have his chance.

And fuck knew, watching Spencer receiving his turn turned Levi’s balls inside out. He was more horny than he’d ever been in his life. Including his teenage years.

Spencer reclined on the arm of the chair, his body twisted to face Chelsea, and she’d inclined her waist, shoulders and head to reach his dick. She traced her tongue along its length over and over while she fondled his balls. And when she enveloped his shaft with her hot mouth, Levi could see her finger had reached behind those balls to stroke parts of Spence Levi hoped he never got to eyeball.

But it was hot to watch. Hot to see Spence’s eyes closed, his fingers buried in her hair. And it was hot to hear his friend’s harsh breath. Almost as hot as it was feeling Chelsea grind herself against his tongue, taking as much pleasure as he gave.

She raised her hips to get closer, and Levi took full advantage, slipping two fingers deep inside her tight cunt.

Chelsea came. Just like that, her inner muscles grasped his fingers tightly, so fucking tightly, then released them only to grasp again. She moaned out loud, her mouth stilling with Spence’s dick trapped inside.

Spence groaned too, his body going rigid.

A scratching sound echoed close by and Levi realized Spence had dropped a hand to the side of the couch and was clawing his fingers along the leather. His silent salute to climax—or his desperate attempt to triumph over release?

A desperate attempt to triumph over release, Levi concluded a minute later.

As Chelsea’s convulsions ebbed away, she freed Spencer’s dick from her mouth with a whimper. His friend was still rock hard.

“Enough,” she begged of Levi. “Please, I can’t…” Her pussy twitched and pulsed as he raised his mouth and cautiously retracted his fingers. Perspiration gleamed between her breasts, and her neck and chest were flushed a deep red.

“I think she needs a rest,” Spencer said. “How about you lead the way to your bedroom, Barr-o, and she can recover in my arms while I carry her there?”

Levi grinned at him, liking the idea of his bedroom—and bed. Way more comfortable than the couch and floor. “You can walk with a boner that size?”

Spencer grimaced. “If the reward on the other side is Chelsea, I could run a fucking marathon.”

“I feel like I’ve run a marathon,” Chelsea said breathlessly. “Best finish line in history.”

“That wasn’t the finish line, sweetheart.” Levi pushed himself up to his feet. “That was the halfway mark.”

She looked at him through eyes glazed with satisfaction. “There’s more? Than that?”

“Oh yeah, Chels. Heaps more.”

Slowly and sensually, she extended her arms to Spencer. “Then we better get moving, hadn’t we? I’d hate for the race to continue without us.”

Spencer plucked her up with an arm beneath her knees and another around her shoulders and held her close to his chest. “No chance of that, babe. We are the marathon.”

Levi led them to his bedroom. As Spencer settled Chelsea in the center of his king-size bed, Levi withdrew a box of condoms and a tube of lube from his bedside drawer.

“Are you ready for this, babe?” Spencer asked Chelsea.

She looked like a sex goddess, lying there with her hair spread across his pillow, her skin flushed and her breasts heaving. Her pussy, bare except for a thin strip of hair, was as flushed as the rest of her.

She held Spencer’s gaze. “Ready for what?”

“Levi and I. Together.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Maybe. But I’m not sure what to expect. You should probably tell me. In explicit detail.”

So Spencer proceeded to tell her. In explicit detail. “We’re going to fuck you, babe. At the same time.”

Levi tore open a condom and rolled it over his cock. Then he rolled his hand over his cock as he watched Chelsea’s reaction to Spence’s words.

“Me? I’m a pussy guy. I love the feel of a hot, wet pussy wrapped around my dick. And now that I’ve experienced your hot, wet pussy wrapped around my dick, I want to feel it again. Squeezing, pulsing, milking me dry.”

Chelsea whimpered and pressed her thighs together.

“My friend Levi, on the other hand…” Spencer turned to him, and Levi took the opportunity to hand him a condom. Spence donned it as he spoke. “Levi’s an ass man. Loves nothing more than spreading a woman’s ass cheeks and sinking his shaft deep into her dark, forbidden tunnel. Thing is, this time’ll be different for Levi. Better. Because you’re not just any woman, babe. You’re the woman he’s desired for a year now.”

Spencer climbed onto the bed and perched above her on all fours. “So here’s how it’s gonna work. I’m gonna roll over to my back and take you with me. And you, babe, you’re gonna face me and slide your sweet pussy—and I can say for sure it’s sweet, sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted—right over my cock. And when I’m as deep as I can get, Levi is gonna kneel behind you, and he’s gonna slide his dick into your ass. Deep as he can get.”

Chelsea squirmed and whimpered beneath him.

Levi palmed his cock even harder. Jesus. Who’d have thought Spencer could turn another man on. But his words had Levi even more worked up then before.

“And then, babe. Then we’re both going to fuck you. If you thought you crossed the marathon line with Levi’s tongue on your clit…wait. You’re about to win gold at the Olympics.”

Spencer rolled and took Chelsea with him. Then he positioned her above him, her legs straddling his hips.

Chelsea rocked her hips, like she had when she’d sought her pleasure against Levi’s hands. Only this time, she sought pleasure on his friend’s dick.

Spencer stilled her. “Here’s the kicker though.”

“Yeah?” She tried to rock her hips again but had no luck against Spencer’s firm hold.

“Until we’re both inside you, you can’t come.”

“Then don’t touch my clit.”

“Whatever you say.” Spence released one hip and pointed to his mouth. “Now, kiss me.”

She did. Leaned over him and pressed her lips to his. She also rolled her hips, and Levi watched, fascinated, as she enveloped Spencer’s erection with her pussy.

Spence groaned into her mouth.

Levi couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. For a good long moment, he watched as his mate made love to Chelsea. Watched as the two moved together in perfect harmony, Spencer thrusting into her as she swayed above him. The slide of Spencer’s cock into her pussy was almost hypnotic, and it took a good few seconds before Levi realized he was jacking himself off to their rhythm.

The room smelled of sex. Musky and hot. The air sounded like sex, filled with soft groans and grunts.

When Chelsea broke the kiss and looked at Levi with huge, needy emerald eyes, it almost undid him. “You too, Levi. You have to be here.”

Surprisingly reluctant to quit watching, Levi reached for the lube and poured a healthy dollop into his hand. “Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll be there soon.” His palm slid easily over his erection now, and he took his time enjoying the unhurried sensuality of the moment and the firm grip of his own hand.

But when Chelsea shifted, stretching her legs wider and showing Levi her pretty hole, he gave up on his hand. Yeah, it felt good, but it had nothing on Chelsea.

He climbed onto the bed behind her and rested one knee beside Spencer’s leg. He put his other foot on Spencer’s other side, by his waist, balancing himself.

It crossed his mind that he might need to get Chelsea ready, might need to ply her ass with his finger first, but then he remembered how hard she’d come with Spencer’s tongue on her hole, and realized she was already well primed.

Spence held Chelsea still as Levi held his shaft in his hand and directed it between her scrumptious ass cheeks. He pressed in until the tip popped between her taut ring of muscle.

Chelsea gasped.

“Hurts?” he asked immediately.

“No. God, no. Don’t stop.”

He pressed harder, inching his dick inside her.

Fuck, she was tighter than anything he’d ever experienced. He had to clamp his eyes closed and breathe through the exertion and pleasure.

Spencer groaned out loud. “Christ, Barr-o. I feel you there. Every fucking inch of you, moving inside her.”

Which explained why she was so unbelievably, deliciously tight. Spencer was in there too, taking up precious space. Levi ran his hand over her back, soothing her as he pushed in further.

“You’re doing so good,” Spence encouraged Chelsea.

“Burns,” she murmured.

“Is it bad, Chels?” Levi would stop if he had to. He’d pull out in a heartbeat. It might kill him, or at the very least cripple him, but he’d never hurt her.

“No. Burns so good.”

Levi thrust in farther and finally, finally bottomed out. His breath left his lungs in a whoosh and for a good few seconds he saw stars.

Holy shit, who’d ever have thought fucking a woman at the same time as his best mate would ever, ever, ever feel this incredible? Spencer brushed her hair off her neck and Levi leaned forward and nibbled at the exposed skin there.

Teamwork.

She turned her face to his and he reached around her to share a quick, hot kiss. He’d have drawn it out, but he couldn’t stay in this position. The need to move, to pull out of her and drive back in was staggering.

Spence beat him to it, bucking his hips, withdrawing and then surging back inside while Levi kissed her.

She broke the kiss with a cry.

Levi cried out too, because, fucking hell, he felt every inch of Spence’s dick moving. Just like Spence had said. And in that instant, Levi became a fervent fan of threesomes. One-on-one sex was awesome. But this? This was astonishing. Remarkable. Extraordinary. If it was the last thing he did, he’d repeat the process—many, many times. But only ever with Spence and Chelsea.

And then Levi stopped thinking. He couldn’t, not when his instincts had taken over, and he was pulling back and driving into Chelsea again, just like Spence had done. It nearly blew the top of his head off.

Chelsea cried out, a blissful sound if ever he’d heard one.

It urged them on, both of them, and though it took a couple of tries, Spence and Levi finally found a rhythm. One moved as the other remained still, and then the second one fucked her as the first waited his turn.

Levi silently gave thanks that he’d already come once. Otherwise it’d have taken all of two strokes inside Chelsea before he’d blow his load. At least now he had staying power. Not much. But some.

Problem was that staying power was diminishing with every one of Chelsea’s lustful moans and every one of Spence’s dirty words.

Fuck knew where he found the energy, but Spence was talking both of them through the experience, and the filth that came out of his mouth would have made Levi laugh—if it didn’t make his skin itch with the need to come.

“S-Spencer…?” Chelsea’s voice was hoarse.