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I sat, tucked under the arm of the beaming Scot. I clutched a beer in my hand, slowly nursing the drink and catching fleeting glances over the rim of my glass. The man who sat before me was one I was unfamiliar with. The first thing I’d noticed were his deep brown eyes, framed with dark circles. He looked like he hadn’t had a decent sleep in weeks. His nose arched, like those on a Roman statue. Thin white streaks of puffy scar tissue adorned his face. I was sure each little line had a story behind it.
I wasn’t quite sure why Johnny invited me out here. We usually stayed in, drinking and watching movies until we fell asleep atop each other. Late nights spent together had become usual ever since we started recording videos. Of course, I’d be too sore to drive home after a shoot, so why not spend the night with the man I loved so deeply?
This, though, was different. Johnny never mentioned work while we were together. He refused to bring his work back home. So it intrigued me when he said a colleague was joining us.
He looked at me in a way that seemed almost predatory. I caught his eyes on me here and there, feeling my cheeks burn every time. I didn’t know whether to feel flattered or afraid. His daunting height didn’t help either, so I tucked myself into Johnnys grasp, clutching his hand tightly in mine.
Our conversation lulled, as they tend to do. I watched as the two men silently glared at each other, flicking their glance at me, scrunching their brows up, as if having a silent conversation. And then the Brit sat back against the booth, crossing his arms over his broad chest, knees spreading wider.
“Can we…talk?” Johnny asked, thumb stroking the top of my hand.
Almost instantly I felt a wave of nausea hit me. I swallowed, nodding silently. My jaw clenched tightly.
“Y’ know I care abou’ you,” He paused, pursing his plush lips together. Another glance to his comrade. “What’d you think about recording a threesome?”
Somehow I expected this, and yet it was shocking to me. We’d been regularly recording content, dabbling into a few kinks, breaking out a few more toys, but this seemed like a jump. Maybe that’s what we needed, an escalation of this caliber.
I turned to Simon, who was waiting ever so patiently, silently watching my reactions. The air of confidence he exudes was alluring. Something about it drew me into him. His lips curled up into the faintest little smile.
“And he’s trustworthy?” I asked redundantly.
“Saved m’ life more than I can count,” Johnny said with a nod.
My heart pounded in my head as the blonde shifted closer to me. His hand rested on my knee, daring to slide higher. My breath grew shallow as I watched him take a drink from his glass, brown eyes locked onto me. With a thud, he set the glass down, focusing his attention on me. It felt overwhelming having two sets of hands on me.
“So scared,” Johnny cooed, gently cradling my face in his palm. “I promise we’ll take good care o’ ye, right Si?”
The blonde reached forward, gripping Johnny’s chin between his fingers. He tugged the scot closer, their lips meeting in a messy kiss. Heat rose to my cheeks as I watched the display in front of me. It felt like something that wasn’t for my eyes.
Johnny parted his lips, slipping his tongue into Simon’s mouth. A soft grunt rose from the brunette's chest. And then they were pulling away from each other. A silvery strand of saliva connected their lips.
Johnny's wet lips met mine. I could feel my tense muscles softening as he pulled me into his warm embrace. I could taste the scotch on his tongue, bitter and warm. The faintest trace of smoke lie on his tongue. Broad hands slid up my thigh, gripping my flesh tightly.
I pulled back, gaze meeting the set of blue eyes in front of me. His pupils were dilated, darkening his irises into pools of navy. I turned, glancing down at the tattooed hand on my thigh. My fingers danced up his biceps, tracing over the intricate ink decorating his pale skin. His muscles tensed under my touch as my hand skidded up and over his shoulder.
His brown eyes were locked onto me, flicking from my eyes to my lips and back up. I tugged the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss. His lips were chapped, tasting faintly of iron. They moved against me, parting experimentally. His tongue slid across my bottom lip. I moaned into his kiss, giving him just enough room to slip his tongue into my mouth. He tasted of bitter smoke. It made me want to gag, pull away, and take a sip of my drink, but I didn’t. The fluttering in my stomach was too addictive. I chased my arousal on his tongue, hooking my arms around the back of his neck and pulling him closer.
Johnny's lips kissed along my jaw, egging me on. He whispered soft praises in my ear, stoking the fire in my core. I grabbed Simon’s wrist, tugging his hand closer to my clothed cunt. I ached for stimulation, needed it like a cigarette. Pulling back, I glanced at the two soldiers, having made up my mind.
“I’ll do it.”
“You feelin’ okay?” Johnny asked, softly stroking my hair. If I was being honest, my stomach was in knots, and so was my mind. I lay against Johnny’s chest, propped up against the headboard. His arms wrapped around my shoulders.
“Yeah. I think we can start.” I nodded.
“Si,” Johnny nodded toward the Brit. The camera beeped as Simon pressed record. That familiar red light came on.
Johnny's lips were on my neck, trailing gentle kisses down my jawline. He tugged at the hem of my t-shirt, which was baggy enough to cover my underwear.
“Can I take this off? Want to show him your beautiful body,” he cooed. My breath hitched, heart pounding from his words. I lifted my arms over my head, letting him pull the fabric from my body. I felt vulnerable with my bare chest on display. I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Sorry, turn the camera off, I don’t think they’re ready-”
“No, it’s ok-” I cut Johnny off. My gaze was glued to the ground. The mattress shifted as Simon kneeled before me. He rested his hands on my knees, slowly gliding up my thighs.
“Look at me,” Simon's voice was stern, but not malicious. He tilted my chin up with his fingers. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, brown eyes flicking down at my lips. I nodded silently. He slowly leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, and then another, and another until our lips moved together, melding against one another. I hooked my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer until his chest was pressed to mine.
“So good for us,” Johnny whispered next to my ear. I could feel his cock stiffening, pressing into my back. I moaned against Simon's lips.
“Fuck-“ I spoke through heavy breaths. Simon's fingers brushed against my clothed cunt. The blonde pulled away to look at the mess between my legs. A distinct wet spot bled through my underwear. He dragged his fingers through the wetness before bringing it to his lips. The burning hot feeling of arousal sparked alive on my nerves. My brows furrowed, a whine slipping from my tongue.
“Taste like sugar,” he grunted, fingers dipping beneath my waistband. Johnny helped ease my hips up, as Simon pulled my underwear down. Simon moved onto his stomach, gently biting and licking my inner thighs. My heart quickened as I watched his blonde locks slowly approach my core.
Simon's tongue darted out, licking a thick stripe up my cunt. I clasped my hand over my mouth, only for Johnny to grip my wrist tight, pulling my hand away.
“Wanna hear you, love,” he groaned, watching the Brit perched between my legs.
Simon dove in, eating me out with fervor. His tongue flicked against my clit, savoring my taste. He moaned against my cunt, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. I gripped Johnny's wrists, holding tight as my thighs quivered.
Pressure squeezed my insides, tugging at my diaphragm. My breaths drew shallower, noisier as he wrapped his lips around my clit. I gritted my teeth, quelling the deluge of moans threatening to spill from my burning lungs. And my thighs, how they ached. My calves flexed, toes curling. My fingernails left angry marks behind on Johnny's arms, but the Scot didn’t seem to mind. His blue eyes were fixated on my quivering cunt.
I ground my hips against his face, desperately seeking more stimulation, just a little more and I’d be over the edge. The tip of his arched nose nudged my clit, earning a whine from my sweaty chest.
His calloused hands grabbed my hips with a bruising strength, holding me still as he lavished my clit. My voice came out as a choked-out sob, broken and incoherent. My limbs pulled taut, tensing as my orgasm flooded my senses. My extremities tingled, burning as every nerve ending set alight. Hot tears streamed down my face, smearing my mascara.
Simon pulled away, keeping his hand steady on my hips. The man watched as my breathing steadied, and as my eyes slowly focused. When the haze passed, the first thing I saw was his face. He was gently smiling, pressing soft kisses into the tops of my thighs.
I pulled at Simon’s shirt, now soaked at the collar. His lips met mine. I could taste myself on his lips, sweat, and the faintest hit of molasses. I pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside for later.
I pushed my hand against his chest, urging him to sit at the edge of the bed. Rising onto my unsteady knees, I turned to face the men. With my two fingers, I gestured toward Johnny as I kneeled before the blonde.
I rested my hands on his thighs. He stared down at me with wide eyes, watching my every movement. Johnny kneeled beside me, lips meeting mine in a messy kiss. He moaned against my lips, fingers skating along my back.
I pulled away from his kiss, a string of saliva forming between us. Tilting my head, I looked up at Simon. A deep blush had settled over his cheeks, visible even in the blue lighting. He pushed his shorts over his hips, cock springing free from its confines. Precum drooled from the head of his cock.
I took his cock in my hand, running my tongue along the head of his cock. Johnny leaned in, sliding his tongue against mine. Our lips brushed against each other as we teased Simon’s cock.
“Oh, fuck-” Simon groaned, bucking his hips forward. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock before pulling off, tongue swirling under his frenum. I pulled away, stroking Simon's cock with my hand. Johnny took the opportunity to wrap his lips around Simon's cock and slowly inch his length into his mouth. Drool spilled from the Brunette’s mouth. I leaned in, licking the mess off of his balls.
I watched as Johnny furrowed his brows, taking Simon deep into his mouth. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip, watching the perverted display in front of me.
“Shit- shit I’m close wait-”
Simon gripped Johnny's Mohawk, pulling him off of his cock. I let go of his length, watching Simon's tough demeanor shatter before me. The sounds that came out of him were unrestrained, breathy, and higher pitched than his normal speaking voice.
“That was hot,” I told Johnny as his lips met mine. His belt clattered as he made quick work of undoing it.
“My turn?” He asked, pulling the belt from his jeans.
“Course it is.” I grinned. “Si, grab the lube.”
I pushed my hands against Johnny’s chest, slowly he stepped backward until the mattress brushed against his calves. My fingers chastely undid the button of his jeans. The baggy denim fell from his waist. His fingers laced with mine as he moved to lie on the mattress. I kneeled on the edge of the bed, nodding toward the headboard.
Simon softly took my wrist in his hand. I glanced up at the blonde, taking the bottle from his hand.
“I can prep him,” I told the Brit with a smile.
Johnny lay with his head against the pillows. His hands were folded over his chest. A pillow lay beneath his hips. I kneeled before him, prying his legs apart with my fingers. He glanced away, biting at his lower lip. I couldn’t help the smile that came to me. To be unabashedly sucking cock, and then shy just minutes later…I found it adorable.
With a click, the cap of the lube bottle opened. I spread a generous amount over my fingers and set the bottle aside.
My fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, gently stroking him as I circled my slick fingers around his hole.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Just put it in-” he sputtered. His cock twitched in my hand.
I pushed my fingers forward past the tight ring of muscles. Johnny groaned, jutting his hips forward. I chuckled, stroking his cock faster as I scissored my fingers. The tension around my fingers slowly dissipated as I thrusted my digits inside of him.
“More, more please,” Johnny begged, throwing his head back against the pillows. I added a third finger, feeling him stretch to accommodate me. I curled the tips of my fingers up, brushing against his prostate.
“That’s good, dear,” Simon placed a chaste kiss on my cheek. I pulled my fingers from Johnny, watching his ass clench around nothing. He whined, blue eyes following me as I settled over his hips. I guided his cock to my soaking cunt with my hand and slowly sank down. My eyelids fluttered shut as I took the first couple of inches. Johnny's hands gripped my hips, holding me tight as I worked my way down onto his length.
Simon’s fingers slid down the front of my stomach, stopping at my clit. I gritted my teeth as he circled my clit with two fingers.
“Open up, come on, take that cock,” He groaned. I tilted my head back, relinquishing a moan from my throat. Johnny pulled my hips down the rest of the way. Tears brimmed in my eyes as the tip of his cock nestled against my cervix.
“Shit!” Johnny threw his head back against the pillows. The Brit settled his hands on my waist as he slowly thrust his hips forward. “Fuck- yersobig” Johnny slurred. Simon guided me to move my hips against Johnny, rising and falling to a steady rhythm. The mattress creaked under the weight of all three of us.
“There you go, open up for me,” Simon said behind me. I shifted my weight onto my knees and quickened my pace. Slapping echoed throughout the room as I rode Johnny's cock. Every time his hips met my ass, I could feel his cock nuzzling against a cluster of nerves. My jaw went slack, vision growing hazy as Simon began thrusting into Johnny. The headboard slammed against the wall with every movement of our bodies.
“Ohfuck- s’too much!” Johnny whined. “Feels so good-”
Simon reached around, stroking my clit once more. I knew I wouldn’t last with his fingers on me. Maybe that was the point. He rubbed quick circles into my clit grunting incomprehensible words into my ear.
My stomach clenched tight, cunt clamping on Johnny’s cock as I came abruptly. I sobbed as my body went limp. I fell forward into Johnny’s chest. He babbled, holding me tight in his arms.
Warmth flooded my cunt as he came, cock twitching inside of me. He silently tossed his head against the pillows, face contorted into a grimace. Simon stilled, cumming soon after.
The three of us collapsed into a pile of sticky heaving limbs. Fingers tangled in my hair, danced over my thighs, dug into my stomach. Every movement seemed to blur as my scattered thoughts slowly reassembled.
This was definitely a good idea.