Page 67 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

It feels good to have the control back, like I'm stable again, and thinking clearly.

My hips thrust forward, and I feel like my heart is cracking and reforming. Like everything in my life is realigning. Lucy's pussy squeezes me so tight, and being inside her is a lesson in humility. She clings to me and each time I pull out then thrust forward, filling her up, she cries out, whispering my name, Matty's name, crying at the intensity of it all. And all I can think is,I've got you. I'm yours. I'm fucking yours.

A hand touches my back, and rather than startling me, a new sense of excitement blooms in my chest. I don't try to put a name to it, but I don't tense or overthink it when Noah's hand slips between Lucy and me, fingers deftly sneaking lower to where our bodies meet and he works her clit. She cries out and squeezes me tighter, and I didn't know it was possible.

Aching pleasure feeds every cell in my body, every nerve ending alight. His fingers work her faster and she suddenly tenses and bucks, then screams out her first orgasm. Her pussy chokes my cock and as I thrust at a punishing pace, her channel contracts, and a warm gush of fluid surrounds my cock.

Matty grunts, lost in receiving pleasure. Her first orgasm squeezed me so tight it pulled my orgasm close to the surface. I'm rutting at this point, deliriously chasing the high.

But then Noah stands behind me. I tense, ready for whatever comes, even if I'm a little nervous. His wet fingers from playing with Lucy slide down my back, between my crack. I've had my asshole fingered before, and I am a fan.

But this is different. It feels different. He pushes one finger in, and I can't help it, I swear and cry out. Fuck that feels so good.

He's not gentle. He pumps in and out, trying to milk my prostate while I'm fucking Lucy. His other hand cups my balls and it's all over. I'm in no way prepared to edge myself when everything feels this fucking good.

Noah fucks my tight ass with his fingers, while I fuck Lucy's tight pussy, and with one more gentle massage of my balls, I'mroaring. I come so hard, I swear I lose consciousness. Bucking wildly, Lucy screams, coming again with me. Her cries disappear into my mouth when I claim her for a kiss, and we share this moment together, this unbelievable pleasure I didn't know was possible.

We kiss until we come down, but Matty doesn't give her a reprieve. I pull out and on shaky legs, stumble to the edge of the bed and watch him lift her up, bend her over onto her hands and knees, and pound into her ass. He comes a moment later, the orgasm aftershocks making him twitch toward the end.

What. The. Fuck.

Matty falls back, out of breath, and I expect Lucy to be as brain dead as us, but she's crawling toward Noah with a ravenous look in her eyes. She looks motherfucking feral.

He's fisting his length. She growls, "Get over here and fuck me, Noah."

His expression twists. "It's been a lot, Lu. We should give your body a rest."

Like he didn't even speak, she grabs his cock like a fucking handle. I don't know how gentle she's being, but to protect his asset, he quickly complies, crawling on top of her.

Instead of thrusting into her, he flips her over and thrusts into her pussy from behind.

They both groan, and he begins fucking her, hard. I can't help it. After everything, after the kiss, I watch his body move. I imagine doing that to him, like the guy in the video, taking his ass while he fucks our girl.

He doesn't draw it out, they're both too high on the pheromones or whatever it is that possessed us tonight. He slaps her ass, hard, a red hand print blooming on her ass cheek. She grunts with each slap, then they come together, and like the other night, they collapse in each other's arms. It's sweet. And beautiful.

Unlike the other night, though, this time I don't even question it, I give in to the desire to take care of them both. I'll leave the after care to Noah, but I'll get the bath ready for them both.

I hop in the shower while the tub is running. Matty joins me in the bathroom a minute later, stark naked, a sheen of sweat still covering his skin.

"That was… new…" He comments. He doesn't look at me, so I don't feel pressured to give a response. We trade places while he climbs into the shower. I pour bath oils into the water, and let Noah take Lucy into the bathroom.

He's besotted as he carries her. Like she's the precious glue that fills in all our cracks and keeps us together. Knowing she'll be cherished and cared for—another benefit of our relationship, because I trust my friends to take care of her—I head into the kitchen to pour four glasses of wine. It's still early, and one thing I'm not planning on doing tonight is hiding away after whatever just happened, so I guess we'll watch another movie. Best we skip the porn this time, though.

Chapter 23

Noah

Three nights after the greatest sex of my life, I'm lying in bed wondering how it was possible to be so lost in thought and emotion, yet feel so fulfilled at the same time.

I never let myself admit it before, but I can now. Maybe I didn't always feel this way, and it took a while to manifest. Then even longer for me to admit my feelings. The attraction.

I want Silas.

More than that, I love him. Which makes this so complicated.

Lucy had no idea what Pandora's box she was opening when she asked us to kiss. At least, I don't think she did. And, in her defense, I did ask her to be honest and say what she was thinking. But damn, those words changed the trajectory of my life.

I never thought being in a relationship with Mateo and Silas would include actually being with them. I never needed to wonder because I'm mostly attracted to women, though I've slept with a handful of men. It was always just sex though, never emotional. Never a connection.

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