Page 58 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

Her warm mouth is indescribable. Testing her gag reflex with shallow thrusts, she follows all my instructions, but I'm done teaching. Grabbing her hands, I push them down her torso.

"Play with your clit, sweet girl. I want you to relax and take it, let us fuck you. Let me bury my cock in your throat as deep as you can take it. I want to see the outline of it, I wanna watch you choke on it. That's it, baby. Take that dick like a good girl."

Noah and I catch eyes and there's a look of awe in his expression. I'm trying not to overthink how this all feels, how fucking perfect she is, how hard I'm falling. It's all too soon, too fast. And yet, I'm ready to move in.

I'm buried in her throat and I'm thinking about the rest of my life with her. Them.

My thrusts get deeper and faster and her tongue plays with my length with every thrust, but after a few minutes, she can't keep up. She gags, her face is getting red, so I ease off, but when she evens out, I pick up the pace again, fucking her hard and fast, finally as deep as I can go, hitting the back of her throat. Then she does something with her mouth, I don't know if she's even aware of it, but it's like her whole column sucks and swallows and my cock is pulled in a vacuum of friction.

When she hollows out her cheeks, I thrust faster, changing the pace and I'm getting so close. And even though I told her torelax, she reaches up and plays with my balls and I'm fucking done.

Pressure slowly builds, my muscles tensing. Noah sees it coming, so he focuses on her clit, angling his hips upward to intensify the sensation and the moment I pull out of Lucy's mouth she starts screaming as she comes.

I take my cock in my hand and whip my length fast and tight, a rush of ecstasy snaking down my spine, shooting out of my cock. Noah pulls out and jerks off onto her stomach with me and we're both spending our come all over her. My knees shake, the orgasm intense, heightened by the entire experience. Lucy reaches up and touches my balls again and while it's almost painful, it zaps something inside of me and I cry out.

"Ahh! Oh fuck oh fuck!" Another spurt bursts out of me and my entire body is shaking. I slap her face with my dick, still coming, and it spills over her tongue.

And then it's over. And it's quiet.

I'm panting. I'm the only one panting? I can't tell. It's all I can hear because it's loud. Catching my breath, I watch Noah collapse beside Lucy, pulling her close, spooning her melted form. He's lost to her for the moment so I turn and head into the bathroom.

I know what they'd both like, so I turn on the bathtub and run the water. Digging around in her things I find a nice bath oil and pour some in. While the water runs, I hop in the shower and rinse off. Not because I need to but because if I don't, I'll fall asleep in a pile of Lucy, Noah and come, and I want to be the one who handles aftercare for once. It's usually Mateo or Noah. Not because I can't or don't want to. But I've never felt theurge.

I have a driving need for it right now.

I don't analyze it. I'm not analyzing shit, not after groping my best friend. Fuck, what was I thinking?

The shower helps, and when I come out, the tub is half full. I get dressed and lean down to kiss Lucy's forehead. My come on her lips is gone and I can't help but hope Noah's the one that kissed it away.

"Mmm… Silas. Come lie down with us."

Noah looks up, giving me a small smile. I don't know what to say. At least he doesn't look pissed, he's too blissed out.

"I ran a bath. I'll go order some food for us."

"Greek," Noah calls out. I exit the bedroom, just as he's picking her up off the bed. Noah will take care of Lucy. Now I need to take care of… both of them, I guess.

It's cool. I've got this. I'm totally in control.

Chapter 20

Lucy

"So anyway, that's when I told her, you can either take the picture or get a new fucking job."

Mary-Anne's eyes widen, while Portia blows out a huge breath.

"Dang, Cara. That's kinda harsh, no?" I fidget in my seat, suddenly rethinking the idea of brunch. It's only been two weeks since I was last here, I can't have changed that much.

Cara rolls her big blue eyes at me, waving me off. "No, not even a little bit. If she can't hold her ground then she has no business trying to make it in this industry."

Mary-Anne politely clears her throat and leans forward to project her soft voice. "Umm, didn't you say it was a religious temple, though?"

"Uhh, yeah. But it's open to the public. If they didn't want me making room for pictures, they shouldn't let you bring in cameras." Cara shakes her head, like they're the ones in the wrong.

I've been known to take up space on a sidewalk and annoy people to take pictures in public. I would never force people who are trying to pray in front of a Buddha statue to move out of the way and wait so I could take a good selfie.

I'm tempted to ask Cara who this new assistant is but fortunately, Portia changes the subject. I'm grateful because if Ihad to sit here and listen to more bullshit, I might vomit. Or have a panic attack. Probably both.

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