Threesome It Is

"Do you want a fucking threesome?"

The words hit me like a slap and a prayer all at once.

I was leaning against the wall at the edge of his bed, naked, drunk, dripping, and my heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my clit. The petite brunette remained on all fours where he had flipped her, her thighs trembling, cream already streaking the sheets from the three fingers he had buried in her a second ago.

Jax’s eyes burned with black fire, locked on me.

He didn’t wait for an answer.

He stood up slowly. His cock jutted out thick and angry, the veins were pulsing under the low light. Every step toward me was deliberate and predatory. The air between us crackled like it was about to ignite.

When he reached me, he kept pushing closer until my back hit the wall and his body caged me in. His bare chest brushed my nipples. His cock pressed hot and heavy right against my stomach, pleasuring me with just how hard and think it was hitting me.

He kept that very crazy and threatening eye contact.

His left hand slid between my thighs without asking. He cupped my soaked pussy and spread my lips wide with two fingers so the cool air kissed my clit. I whimpered. My legs shook.

He leaned in. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, and his voice was a dark growl meant only for me.

"Once again, filthy little girl, do you fucking want a threesome?"

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

I wanted to scream yes. I wanted to scream no. I wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to destroy both of our pussies.

Instead my hand moved on its own. I slid it down between our bodies and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. Wishing it was tearing my pussy at the moment.

It felt like skin on skin, hot, it was so thick that my fingers didn’t meet.

I stroked once, slowly, feeling him throb against my palm. Pre-cum smeared over my knuckles.

His breath hitched.

Then his eyes left mine.

He stepped back so fast my hand was left clutching empty air. My pussy clenched and a drop of wetness left me.

A pathetic cry slipped out before I could stop it.

He didn’t look at me again.

He turned to the brunette, grabbed her by the waist, and yanked her shirt over her head in one brutal pull. Her bra was black lace, barely containing her big tits. He didn’t bother unhooking it. He just shoved the cups down so her breasts spilled out. Her nipples were pink and very hard from the intense horniness.

He groaned like a starving man and buried his face in them.

His mouth went to her left tit first.

He picked it gently first, then sucked hard, teeth scraping, tongue flicking until she cried out.

His hand kneaded the right one, pinching, rolling the nipple between his fingers until it was swollen and red. Then he switched. He bit down just hard enough to make her scream and soothed the sting with long, wet licks.

I couldn’t breathe.

He looked like a typical roman-god devouring an offending whore. His head was buried between her breasts while he sucked and bit and growled against her skin. Her back arched. Her hands fisted in his hair and she begged for more.

He gave it to her.

His free hand shoved between her legs. He yanked her soaked panties to the side again. Three fingers speared into her without warning and pumped fast and filthy. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room. Her cream coated his hand, dripping down his wrist, streaking her thighs, and then pooling on the sheets.

She was moaning his name. Her hips rode his fingers like she would die without them.

I was dying watching.

He pulled his fingers free, glistening with her creamy juice, and painted her nipples with her own slick before sucking them clean again.

She shattered.

Her thighs clamped around his hand and her pussy squirted in messy pulses that soaked the bed.

He didn’t give her time to recover.

He sat back against the headboard and fisted his cock. He stroked slowly and lazily.

"On your knees, baby," he told her. "My cock needs your mouth. Do your thing."

She dropped instantly. Her braid swung. "Okay, Daddy."

He gathered her braid in one fist and guided her down until her lips stretched around the head.

She took him deep, gagging. Spit already dripped down her chin. Her eyes watered as she bobbed.

I was going to lose my fucking mind.

He crooked a finger at me without looking away from her.

He didn't even say a word, or look at me.

My legs moved before I could think.

I crawled onto the bed. My knees sank into the soaked sheets and another wave of wetness dropped down my pussy, leaving a little trail behind me.

He held out the hand that had just been inside her. His fingers were shiny and his knuckles were coated in slick cream.

I didn’t hesitate.

I grabbed his wrist and guided those fingers straight into the desperate hole of my cunt.

The stretch burned so good I moaned out loud. My hips rocked and I fucked myself on him while he watched the brunette choke on his cock.

He curled his fingers inside me, found that spot that made my vision spark, and stroked slowly but in, and very deep.

"Greedy little girl," he rasped. His eyes finally flicked to mine.

"Look at you. Riding my fingers while another girl swallows my dick. You love being filthy, don’t you?"

He whispered it into my ear and that drove me very crazy.

I couldn’t answer. I could only ride harder, faster, my clit grinding against his palm.

He pulled me in by the back of my neck and crushed his mouth to mine.

The kiss was wet and nasty. Tongues slid, teeth clashed, spit smeared between us.

I tasted the brunette on him. I tasted myself on his fingers still buried inside me, and it made me moan into his mouth like a desperate whore.

He broke the kiss, turned to the girl sucking him off, and gently pulled her up by her braid.

Her lips were swollen, eyes glassy, chin dripping.

He looked at her, then at me, then back at her.

"Threesome it is then."

And he kissed her.

Deep. Slow. Possessive.

Right in front of me.