Page 65 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

"Have you ever taken two cocks at once, Lucy?"

She gives me a funny look and nods, "The other day, we…"

"Ahh. No, not like that. I mean, one in your pussy, one in your ass?" I know she hasn't, but I still want her to say it.

She looks at Mateo, who only smirks without answering for her. She admits, "Umm, no. But Mateo… he… he used a toy…"

Judging by the look on his face, he's remembering the night fondly. I take that to mean we're good to continue. Lucy tries to wiggle her legs closer together, desperate for friction, while she loses track of her words, even though I have them pinned down. She's ready. But fuck, I want heraching.

I climb off the bed and grip the bottom of my shirt, but Lucy stops me. "Wait. Can they…" Then the horny fog clears and she shakes her head. "Sorry, n-nevermind. I want to see you."

Giving her a pointed look, I tilt my head. "Tell me what you were going to say."

"No, it's stupid. And weird. I don't want to—"

"Lucy, nothing in this room is stupid or weird. We want you to explore your interests. What were you going to ask?"

She chews on her lip like she does when she's trying to hold in her words. "Umm… it's just… Can I watch them take off your clothes? But you don't have to. They don't have to. That's weird. And you probably think that's so awkward. Nevermind." She's waking up from her aching, needy, turned on state, and it's pissing me off.

"You want to watch them take my clothes off?" I clarify, trying to see it from her perspective. I glance at Noah who's giving me a calculated look. Then I look at Matty who's staring down at Lucy in awe. Well, he's useless. I look back at Noah, and there's that thread again. He's staring at me, like he does. But it feels different. Like he wants to do this. For Lucy, I remind myself.

"Is it alright if Noah does it?" I ask Lucy.

She looks at Noah, who's still staring at me. She slowly grins, then says clearly, "Yes."

Matty pushes her up then climbs behind her so she's settled in his arms. Noah walks over to me without any hesitation, andI feel a little strange. Not bad, just… strange. Like I'm losing control of the scene. How did she gain control again?

Right. She's Lucy. And what Lucy wants… So, I smirk at Noah, trying to break the tension. "Gonna take my clothes off for me? Give our girl a show?"

He looks feral and it takes me a second to process what's happening. He comes to stand behind me, fingertips dipping under my shirt, before he slowly lifts. I raise my arms while he tugs the shirt off. His hands come to my waist and I tense for a second before relaxing. His hands feel warm and strong. They span across my waistline, and I have to remind myself, he's giving Lucy a show. This is for her benefit.

Why does this feel so good?

Lucy's eyes are half-shuttered and Matty's given up all pretense of making her wait. He's slowly circling her clit, and they both watch us like it's the best thing they've ever seen. I don't know what's going on or how this got away from me so fast.

Letting out a ragged breath, I try to relax when Noah's hands slide forward. I feel the strong plane of his chest press against my naked back and his hands sneak forward, undoing the button of my pants.

I'm so fucking hard I think I could come.

What thefuckis happening?

His hands deftly work my zipper, and he's careful to move around my hardened dark as it presses against my pants urgently. With surprising gentleness and confident maneuvering, he tugs on my pants, pulling them all the way down. I have to swallow down the hard rock in my throat. I'm nervous. I'm never fucking nervous.

I wonder if Lucy knew what she was doing when she asked for this. I sure as fuck didn't.

I step out of my pants and, prolonging the show, Noah's fingers slip into my boxers near my hips. His warm breathghosts over my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt, a shiver wracking through my whole body.

"You good?" He asks, so quietly, I don't think anyone else heard him.

In an attempt to regain control, I stand a little taller. "I'm great, man," I say with confidence I don't feel. Maybe my voice shakes. Maybe Noah knows me too well, because he whispers again, "You're safeword is Checkers, remember? Use it if you need it."

I don't need the reminder of what my safeword is. Hell, maybe I do, I've never used it before. But we all know each others, we all have limits, even if we've never come close to crossing them. I'm not sure why he thinks I might need it now. Noah knows something I don't. Like he and Lucy are in on it, she moans, cupping her hands over Matty's as he teases her clit.

"You two are so fucking sexy," she pants. "You look so good together."

What does she mean by that, exactly? I don't have time to overthink it, because Noah slides my boxers down, taking unnecessary care to lift them away from my cock, then pushes them down my legs. At my feet, he taps one leg at a time, and I lift, so he can pull the material and my socks away, tossing them aside.

So, that happened.

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