Home sitting my bestfriend's dad and his friend (A threesome)

Chapter 3 

Alex's POV 

I parted them eagerly, sucked them clean, tasting the floral sweetness mixed with the salt of his skin. My tongue swirled around his digits, hollowing my cheeks just to hear him gasp.

Soon, he leaned in, following the honey path with his tongue, lapping up the honey teasingly. When he reached my nipple, he grabbed an ice cube from the blender pitcher and circled the peak. 

"Aarr... ngh.. mmh..." The sudden cold made me cry out, spine bowing sharply. "Oh God," I whimpered, my hands tangling in his hair. 

This is insane. So good. Don't stop.

Behind me, Cole had grabbed another ice cube from the freezer, trailing it up the inside of my thigh. The shock made me jolt, but he held me steady, circling it higher until it melted against the heat between my legs, soaking through my panties.

"Harlan, she's drenched already," Cole said roughly. He hooked his fingers in my panties and tugged them down, leaving me completely bare.

Mr. Harlan stepped back, shedding his tank top in one fluid motion, revealing a chest dusted with hair, muscles honed from years of whatever kept him looking like that. 

Cole followed suit, his body leaner but just as powerful, tattoos snaking down one arm. They both shoved their shorts down, cocks springing free. Thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. 

Christ they're so huge. Can I even handle this? My mouth watered.

"On your knees, Alex," Mr. Harlan commanded softly, but there was no question in it. 

He guided me down, my knees hitting the cool tile floor. Cole moved to stand beside him, but Mr. Harlan shook his head. "You first. I want to watch her with you."

I looked up at them, heart pounding, and wrapped my hand around Cole's cock first which felt hot and heavy in my palm. He hissed as I leaned in, licking the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum. 

"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, threading his fingers through my hair. "Take it slow."

I took him into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then deeper, my tongue flattening against the underside. 

"Hmm..nn.." I moaned. He tasted so good. Especially with the way Mr. Harlan's watching, his hand stroking himself slowly.

Mr. Harlan moved behind me, his hands on my hips, lifting my hips so I was on all fours. 

"Spread for me," he said, and I did, arching my back. He rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing, then pushed in slow.The stretch burned sweetly as the strawberry shifted inside with every inch

"Mm.. ngh.." I moaned around Cole, the vibration pulled a curse from him as he thrust deeper into my mouth. 

"She’s tight as hell,” Cole said through gritted teeth, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Just like that."

Parrh! Tarrh! Mr. Harlan thrust harder, the strawberry still inside me shifting with each movement. "“Come feel her here, Cole."

They switched seamlessly; Cole pulling out of my mouth with a pop, moving behind me as Mr. Harlan took his place in front. 

I licked honey from Mr. Harlan's abs before taking him deep, gagging slightly on his thickness. Cole entered me from behind, his pace relentless, one hand scooping leftover banana mash from the counter, smearing it across my lower back, then bending to lick it off in long, hot stripes.

This is overwhelming. Too much, not enough. I'm going to come so hard. 

Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, every thrust from Cole pushing me closer, my mouth working Mr. Harlan faster.

"You're ours tonight," Cole rasped, palm cracking lightly across my ass, the sting heightening everything.

I hummed around Mr. Harlan in agreement. The vibration tipped him over as he spilled down my throat with a choked curse, fingers gentle in my hair even as he shook.

My own release hit seconds later, waves of orgasm crashed over me, clenching around Cole as I cried out, muffled by Mr. Harlan’s cock.

But Cole wasn't anywhere near done. 

He just slowed his thrusts for a moment, reaching between my thighs. His fingers found the crushed strawberry, slick with juice and my own arousal, and he eased it out carefully.

“Look at that mess you made, baby,” he murmured, voice rough with amusement. He held the glistening berry up so Mr. Harlan could see, then brought it to my lips. 

“Clean it up.” 

I obeyed without hesitation, tongue swirling around the fruit and his fingers, tasting strawberry and myself while he slid back inside with a groan that sounded like my name breaking.

Cole’s rhythm faltered as I licked the last trace of strawberry and myself from his fingers. His breath hitched hips snapping forward violently. 

“Christ, Alex– that tongue of yours,” he managed, voice ragged. “You’re gonna make me–”

I clenched around him deliberately, still riding the aftershocks of my own orgasm, and that was all it took.

He drove into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan that sounded like my name torn in half. 

I felt him pulse inside me, hot and thick, his cock throbbing as he spilled in long, shuddering waves. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave marks, holding me flush against him like he never wanted to let go.

“Goddamn, baby,” he panted against my shoulder, body trembling as the last spasms left him. “You take everything so fucking well.”

Mr. Harlan’s hand stroked through my hair gently now, his own release still warm in my throat. He watched Cole come undone with half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “Told you she was something else.”

Wait—He's been talking about me? I raised an eyebrow but didn't make a comment. 

We sank to the floor in a sweaty, sticky heap. Mr. Harlan pulled me into his lap, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “That was… more than I planned.”

Cole grinned, wiping a smear of honey from my chest with his thumb. "But damn good. Round two after we clean up?"

I smiled, tracing idle patterns through the mess on my skin. 

Hell yes.