Quin joins in. No hesitation.
I have missed his mouth, I realize. I have missed these moments. And Chella just wasn’t the same. Chella was new and inexperienced. A novice in the game of Bric and Quin. Rochelle is a professional. The three of us together are the definition of team.
The music is perfect. Ray LaMontagne, Be Here Now. So very, very Rochelle.
She smiles at us, her hands on the waist of our pants. Like an expert, wise to the ways of unbuckling the belts of two men at the same time, she unbuckles us. Unbuttons us. Unzips us. Her hands slip inside and pull us out. Thick, and long, and hard. We kiss again. It’s slow, but the kind of slow that precedes something hard and fast.
It’s a kind of savoring, I realize.
Rochelle drops to her knees. Her mouth is eager. Hungry. I am so close to Quin, our arms press against each other. Still, Rochelle has us draw closer, his chest pressing against mine as she opens her mouth and the tips of our cocks slip inside and disappear.
I have to close my eyes when his hand rests on my hip. His fingers gripping into my skin, pulling me close, so we change position slightly. I know what he wants, but this standing position isn’t the way he’ll get it. Three people fucking at the same time requires careful maneuvering.
Stop thinking, Elias. Just enjoy.
Quin settles for less than perfect and places his hand over Rochelle’s. They fist my cock together. I join in, my hand over hers, on him. This is how we connect when Rochelle is on her knees in front of us.
Quin’s other hand is in Rochelle’s hair, holding tightly. I imagine how that pulls on her scalp, and groan.
We’ve done this dozens of times and each experience is better than the last. This time is no different. This is the best it’s ever been. This is the pinnacle of perfection of what we have.
We let Rochelle have her way for a little longer, but I can tell that Quin is as eager as me to move things along to the next wave of pleasure. He grabs her arm, signaling for her to stand. And we begin to undress her. I work on her pants. Unbuttoning, unzipping, then a forceful tug. She helps me from there, maneuvering her jeans over her hips until they fall to the floor.
She and I both start undressing me as Quin unbuttons her blouse, opens it up, and then pulls her bra down so the underwire will push her tits up. He sucks on her nipple as my shirt comes off. Fingers slip between her legs, making her moan as my pants drop to the floor and I step out, kicking them aside.
Then it’s Quin’s turn. She takes off his t-shirt as I wrap my hand around his shaft and slowly pump it up and down. Quin closes his eyes. He’s missed me just as much as I’ve missed him, I can tell.
I make her kneel again, push her head towards his cock, and she opens. I guide her as she sucks. Encourage her to take him deeper. I glance up at Quin and find him staring at me.
We smile.
Rochelle yanks his pants down his legs and then he too has kicked aside the rest of his clothes.
Rochelle rises to her feet and we stand there naked for a few moments. All three of us picturing what comes next. We don’t need to talk. Explanations and instructions aren’t necessary. Rochelle backs away until she bumps up against the kitchen island. She places both of her hands on the edge, palms down, and lifts herself up so she’s sitting on it.
I walk towards her, place both of my hands on her knees, and open her legs. Her pussy is pink and wet. Ready for us. I lean in and lick her. Swipe my tongue across her folds and then tickle her clit.
Quin pushes her backwards and she obeys without comment or protest. When her skin comes in contact with the cold, hard quartz, she bucks a little, arching her back. But Quin is there, fingers between her legs, joining my tongue, as we make it all better. He leans down to kiss her lips as I watch, staring across her flat belly. His other hand is squeezing her breast. I reach up, both hands sliding across her abdomen at once, still licking her pussy and making it wetter, to squeeze her breasts too.
I want to do so many, many things to Rochelle right now. But we are constrained by the kitchen island she’s lying on. I know Quin is thinking the same thing. He wants to lift her up, carry her to the bed, or the floor, or the couch—or wherever—so we can fuck her right.
But he waits. We wait.
We worship her just a little longer.
I make a bet with myself as I lift her knees up towards her chest. Open her legs wider so I can lick her deeper. I think he’ll take her to the bed.
But he doesn’t. When he pulls Rochelle up to a sitting position, signaling me to back away, he slides in between her legs and picks her up. She instinctively wraps her limbs all around him. Her legs around his waist. Her arms around his neck. And he carries her to the couch. He sets her down on the floor and spins her around, pressing her chest down on the arm of the couch.
This is one of our favorite ways to fuck her, and she knows just what to do when I sit down on the couch. Her hand is on my dick, her body leaning over into my lap as she takes me in her mouth and begins to suck.
The real show for me is Quin. Who presses his hard, erect cock against her ass, both hands on her hips. I watch his face. I wait for it. That look. The way he closes his eyes when he first enters her.
When he opens them again, he’s staring at me.
We smile.
This is why we play the game, and Rochelle is the only girl we’ve ever had who never has to be told what to do. Never has to think twice. Never has to second-guess herself.
We are a team of professionals.
I place a hand on Rochelle’s back, stroking her softly as Quin fucks her slowly. He pushes in hard and deep, then withdraws in increments. Slow. Too slow for Rochelle. She wants more now. We all want more now. But Quin will deny us until he’s ready. He enjoys his time inside her. Savors it, just like we savored that preliminary kiss.
When I know I’m getting close, I grab Rochelle by the upper arm and tug on her. She responds just the way she should. Climbing onto my lap, straddling my thighs. Quin’s dick slips out of her, slick and shiny from her wet pussy.
I feel that wetness a second later when she grabs my cock in her hand, guides me to her entrance, and lowers herself.
When I look at Quin, he’s watching me the same way I did him.
We smile.
Quin repositions himself as I tug Rochelle down to my chest and wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly against me. I love the way her breasts press against my skin. I love the way her hair tickles my shoulders. I love the way she pants her hot breath into the sensitive skin just under my ear.