29: Three is a Party

Well, that was unequivocal.

Luke and I were still laying on the table, neither of us having the strength or desire to get up yet. Luke was still giggling, and when I met Nathaniel’s gaze, he was still smirking.

It took more than an hour for us all to come down from that power high. The world could have been ending in the background, and none of us would have cared. It was possible none of us would have noticed.

“Right, people. We can’t lay here all night. Things to do, problems to solve, coups to plan.”

Luke’s hand teased along my stomach, dancing along the underside of my breasts. “Who says we can’t?”

I heard movement, looked up, and suddenly Nathaniel was standing over me. He’d even lost his shirt and jacket.

“I have to say I agree with Luke, Effie. Who says we can’t?” Nathaniel’s voice was low, gravely.

I sat up, leaning back on my hands, my back arched, breasts pushed forward, my gaze flittering between Nathaniel and Luke. “Well then, what do you two propose?”

Their response was immediate. Luke took my hand, pulling me to my feet, his mouth crashing down on mine. Hands appeared behind me, trailing up my back, down my hips and towards the inside of my thighs.

Were Luke and Nathaniel really going to do this?

I cried out when Nathaniel’s tongue licked straight over my clit for the first time, my knees threatening to give out. I tried to break away from Luke, to look down, to watch Nathaniel in between my legs, but his hands on my face stopped me in my tracks, holding me exactly where he wanted me.

Apparently they really were happy to do this.

Luke suddenly broke the kiss, and Nathaniel stopped that delicious torture. I groaned, knuckles turning white as my fingernails dug into Luke’s shoulders.

Before I had a chance to protest, Nathaniel’s mouth was back on me, and he’d pushed two fingers inside me. Luke’s mouth swallowed my cries as my orgasm started creeping up, my entire body tightening beneath the pressure.

I whimpered into Luke’s kiss; my body was on fire. “Close,” I whispered. “So close.” I felt both of their smirks.

Nathaniel pulled one finger out of me, and slowed the pace of his mouth down until he was just teasing me. Luke broke the kiss with a smirk, unable to stop the growl that escaped my lips.

“This one is for Nathaniel, Effie. I’m just going to sit in that armchair right there and watch,” he whispered in my ear. Nathaniel had disappeared from in between my legs, and was suddenly standing behind me, his very noticeable erection pressing into the small of my back, hands gripping my hips.

I could hear the smile in his voice as he thanked Luke. He turned me to face him, hands holding my face as his lips met mine. A grunt from behind us told me Luke was watching, and enjoying the show already.

I broke the kiss, a smirk on my face. “Is he…?”

Nathaniel glanced over my shoulder, nodding. “What are you planning?” He looked suspicious.

I smirked. “Just making sure all three of us get what we want.”

The penny dropped, and Nathaniel nodded, a slight smirk on his face. He was planning something too. “First though,” he whispered in my ear, spinning me so my back was against his chest. “He can watch you come apart in my arms. And then you can have your way with both of us.”

I met Luke’s eyes, just as Nathaniel’s hands reached around, squeezing my breasts. My eyes fluttered shut, but his slap to my ass had me opening them on a gasp. “You will watch him, and he will watch you, Effie.”

Luke was smirking as I met his gaze again, and I’m sure Nathaniel was too. He walked us backwards until he was sitting on the desk with me sitting on his lap, my legs on either side of his, his hands on my hips. “We’ll give him a show first, Effie,” he growled, his legs widening, opening me wider for Luke’s eyes. Nathaniel lifted me slightly, giving himself better access, before pushing inside me, as deep as he could. “You see how he’s watching you, Effie?” He whispered in my ear. “He’s imagining you’re already over there, your mouth around his cock whilst I’m behind you, every single thrust pushing him further into your throat.” I whimpered, I was not going to last if he kept on like this. I tried to circle my hips, anything to have him moving inside me again, but his hands on my hips just tightened, keeping me perfectly still.

His right hand disappeared from my hip, suddenly appearing on my clit. I cried out as he rubbed firm circles, again and again, again and again until my orgasm hit me.

Luke's eyes were wide, mouth parted. His hand was stroking his shaft, his breathing deep.

Nathaniel lifted me off him and set me back on my feet, my body suddenly feeling very empty. My legs were shaking, lips parted, breathing heavy, as I walked towards Luke, dropping to my knees in front of him, leaning into his lap, making sure Nathaniel could see just how wet I was.

Luke’s hands teased through my hair, holding it out of my face, guiding my mouth towards him. He groaned as I licked around the tip, his hips instinctively thrusting up, trying to get deeper in my mouth.

Luke’s hands tightened in my hair, holding me in place as he thrust upwards, working himself to the back of my throat. He pulled back, settling in his chair, but I didn’t have a chance to breathe.

All at once, he used his grip on my hair to bring my mouth down on him, hard. At the same time as he buried himself in my throat, Nathaniel appeared behind me, thrusting inside me as far as he could. I cried out, but Luke just used that to get even deeper in my throat.

Nathaniel’s pace was punishing. So hard and so fast that my orgasm was approaching again, and quickly. I tried to thrust back against Nathaniel, increasing the pressure, but before I could, he stopped buried deep inside me, holding my hips.

Luke did the same; he stilled so deep I felt like I couldn’t breathe around him, keeping his hands in my hair to stop me pulling back.

As soon as I whimpered, they both started moving in sync, pulling all the way out, and thrusting all the way back in. Each movement was getting close to being too much, to being too overwhelming.

I tried to thrust back against Nathaniel, but I couldn’t break his hold on my hips, and that just made it so much hotter.

My orgasm suddenly hit; I was screaming around Luke, my walls spasming around Nathaniel, encouraging both to lose their rhythm. Their frantic movements kept my orgasm going until one after the other, they emptied inside me.

We all collapsed in an exhausted, sweaty pile, and I had all my fingers and toes crossed that no one heard that, they weren’t exactly quiet either.