Erotic One-Shot: When Three Isn't A Crowd
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V. J. Villamayor
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Chapter 1
Elise wasn’t sure if it was the countless drinks she’d had or if she was just letting go of the week’s stress, but she was buzzing with more than just alcohol. The pounding bass of the music echoed in her chest as Celia, once again, grinded against Elise’s leg.
Celia was always touchy-feely when she drank, and while they occasionally fooled around when they were tipsy, Elise craved a strong man between her legs when the alcohol coursed through her veins.
Elise twirled Celia around and pushed her forward so she was bent at the waist. She laughed as she grinded against Celia’s backside. The move hiked Celia’s dress up higher, and Elise held onto the hem to keep it from revealing too much.
“We seem to have an admirer,” Celia giggled, straightening up and letting her head fall back onto Elise’s shoulder.
Celia gestured toward the bar tables, and Elise nearly lost her breath at the sight of the man staring back at them. He had dark hair, slicked back, and thick lashes that framed his intense gaze. His dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and Elise was captivated by the glint of a shiny watch as he swirled his drink.
Elise and the stranger locked eyes. Without a second thought, Elise swiveled Celia around to face her, and they continued their provocative dance. Legs intertwined, hips locked, and breasts pressed together.
The stranger downed his drink, his gaze never leaving hers, and Elise slid her hands around Celia’s waist to rest on her round backside, pulling her closer to the rhythm of the music.
“I know what you’re doing, Elise,” Celia whispered into Elise’s ear. “I’m game if you are.”
Celia’s hand traced up Elise’s waist, curved around the edge of her breasts and under her hair before pulling her down for a kiss. Celia tasted like sweet Moscato and the numerous cocktails she’d had from dinner to the nightclub.
Elise kissed her back, their tongues dancing with familiarity. She flicked her eyes to the stranger again before diving back into the kiss with Celia.
The stranger stood and sauntered over to the entwined women, placing his warm hands on their waists.
“Ladies, I don’t know if you can tease a man like me and not expect me to join the party?”
Celia pulled back and licked her lips, her eyes raking over the man from head to toe.
“I would’ve thought that was an obvious open invitation…”
The stranger smiled, his white teeth gleaming under the nightclub’s flashing lights. His hands moved higher over their ribcages and swept across their chests to tease their nipples through their dresses.
“My name’s Marcus. Let’s go then, ladies.”
The scent of spicy cologne, strong liquor, and mint wafted from Marcus.
Elise chuckled. “What, not even going to buy us a drink first?”
Marcus grinned. “Only if you want to delay what’s inevitable anyway. I’d much rather you two ladies remember how good you felt tonight than it be a drunken blur.”
The man had a point. Celia and Elise were beyond drunk at the moment, and the journey from here to his place would sober them up a bit.
Marcus caressed their nipples again persuasively. Celia leaned into him and, very much in sync with Elise, ran her nose up his neck to inhale his scent.
“Mmm,” she murmured. Her hand planted itself on his exposed chest and ran firmly down to cup his crotch.
He stifled a groan and held Elise and Celia tighter against him, sliding his hands down to cup their backsides.
“I say, let’s get the fuck out of this joint.”
The short taxi ride from the nightclub to his penthouse was a blur. Elise’s libido was in overdrive, and Celia just couldn’t keep her hands or lips to herself—yet it still wasn’t enough.
Once Marcus had his fill of watching, he joined in, alternating between kissing Elise and then Celia. He growled as the women stroked him through his pants.
The trio stumbled into his penthouse, the tall, floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city lights below, casting a soft glow over the open space.
Marcus peeled off his shirt and unfastened his pants, settling onto the large ottoman in the open living area.
“Undress her,” he commanded.
Elise responded with a purr. “I love it when men take charge in the bedroom.”
Celia chuckled. She tugged down Elise’s strapless dress and bra, nudging her onto the couch across from the ottoman. As she did so, she playfully bit the curve of Elise’s breasts.
Elise wriggled out of her tight outfit, leaving only her heels on, while Celia unzipped her own dress and flung it aside without hesitation. The buzz of the alcohol continued to energize them.
Celia climbed onto Elise, pressing her into the plush couch. The two women were intimately acquainted with each other’s bodies. As friends, they never held back when the mood struck, often ignited by alcohol.
They knew exactly how to heighten each other’s arousal. Elise lifted her head to meet Celia’s full lips again while Celia’s hands descended to toy with Elise’s nipples.
Elise’s nipples were always so responsive. Celia knew just how firmly to pull and bite to create the tight zing between her nipples and clit.
Their tongues clashed, tasting each other in a wild frenzy. Their fingers pinched and teased the other’s nipples as the sensation of their breasts pressed against each other encouraged them to continue.
Their combined moans filled the room. Marcus grew harder. Having already discarded his clothes, he stroked his thick cock as he watched the two women on his couch consuming each other.
He moved behind Celia, cupping her large breast and smacking her round ass, earning a loud moan. He spread Celia’s cheeks to admire her ass.
Below, the glimmer of her wet pussy dripped with arousal. He circled her clit before dragging her juices up her pussy, further around her back hole, and back down to her clit again.
“Does she make you wet?” he whispered huskily into Celia’s ear. He massaged Celia’s pussy from behind, circling her clit as he watched her lower her lips to suck on Elise’s neck.
“Yes!” Celia moaned against Elise’s flushed skin. She arched her back, trying to push Marcus’s fingers deeper into her wet entrance.
“Does she taste good?”
“Yes!”
“If her lips taste so good, then taste how sweet her little cunt is.”
Celia bit her lip and moaned, torn between needing Marcus’s fingers to push in deeper and desiring to taste Elise’s pussy. Elise was bursting with the need for more. The dirty words Marcus was whispering to Celia and her mouth teasing her own made her groan.
That was enough to make Celia shift lower to kneel at the edge of the couch and spread Elise’s legs wide open as she lunged forward to suck Elise’s clit.
Elise’s breath hitched in her throat as Celia licked up her soaking pussy with her flat tongue, not just tasting her but savoring her. She feasted on Elise’s core with moans of ecstasy while her delicate fingers spread her pussy wide open.
Celia tongue-fucked her, nose to her clit, as she used her tongue to ravage her and drink every drop of arousal.
Elise was gasping, panting, mouth wide open like a fish out of water as her climax built. Celia was a master at eating pussy, and Elise dug her fingers into Celia’s hair, pulling her closer and grinding her soaking center against her friend’s face.
Marcus’s firm hand gripped her hair and jerked her head around to face his throbbing cock right by her lips.
“Open up, Elise. Let’s see what your pretty little mouth can do.”
