Ocean's Touch (20 page)

She loved the power, yes. But she also loved the intimacy.

And she was surprised at that fact. Had she been asked about a threesome a month ago, she would have answered that obviously it was loveless—just some stunt dreamed up by porn directors to keep punters interested.

Never could she have imagined how intimate it could feel. How she felt like she was sharing herself, in the most private and personal of ways, with two men who were sharing with her in kind.

Meredith knew that not all threesomes could be like this, and that many would be as banal as she’d thought them to be.

But that’s the nature of sex,
she realized.
It can mean everything and nothing, depending on whom it’s with.

So she felt only joy as Dylan lifted her mouth off his cock again, finding her lips with his for a breathless kiss.

“No more, lass. I can’t take it. And I think it’s your turn.

Dylan stood, spinning her about so that she fell, laughing, onto the soft, padded table. Just like she’d thought, it felt even more comfortable than her bed at home.

Alex rolled to his side so he lay next to her, head propped up on his hand as his eyes feasted on her body. Meredith ran her hand down his shirtfront.

“Off,” she commanded.

Alex grinned, scooting down and off the table to stand next to Dylan. It was Meredith’s turn to watch, and she pushed up onto her elbows to do so.

Alex kicked off his shoes as Dylan took a step backwards, so he was out of range of Alex’s peripheral sight. As Alex rather awkwardly, if adorably, pulled off his socks, Dylan made a series of funny gestures that ended with his glamour dissipating in a shower of illusionary sparks.

Meredith giggled and Alex turned around, only to find his co-lover entirely naked.

“How did you…” Alex began as Dylan moved to stretch out next to Meredith.

“Magic,” Dylan said, winking at Alex as Dylan’s hand found Meredith’s satin-covered breast.

Dylan kissed and suckled Meredith’s neck, his fingers plucking at her nipples, but Meredith never took her eyes off Alex. Even when her questing fingers found Dylan’s hard cock, she never removed her gaze.

Now that the shoe was being taken off the other foot, Alex felt suddenly shy. He suspected his fingers were actually shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, and then peeled it away from his body. As his trousers were already undone, it took but a little push and a hip shimmy to send them sliding to the floor. He’d eschewed underwear that evening because he was a great believer in the adage, “If you build it, she will come.”

Meredith’s eyes, meanwhile, roved over Alex’s body. She acknowledged that he wasn’t as perfect as Dylan was. But neither was Alex magical and immortal. And he was absolutely gorgeous to her. A little on the slender side and very much on the pale side, she could see just how his lanky body would fit against hers. His broad shoulders and long arms would hold her tight, his lean hips fitting snuggly between her soft thighs.

Alex was perfectly, imperfectly human, and she felt another hot surge of wetness flood her cunt at the thought that she was lucky enough to enjoy him.

That warm wetness was followed by another bolt of lust as Alex moved toward her, then knelt between her knees on the padded table. With practiced fingers, he unclipped her garter belt from her stockings and reached for her panties. She lifted her hips for Alex as he slid the satin down her thighs, pulling her high heels off with them. While they looked sexy, Alex was a practical man and didn’t want anyone losing an eye.

Her shoes thudded to the floor, taking her underwear with them. She was almost entirely naked.

“Take off her bra,” Alex told Dylan, moving upwards between Meredith’s thighs, which parted accommodatingly for him. Dylan swiftly obliged, reaching behind Meredith and undoing her bra strap, sliding it down her arms. He tossed it away, as Alex’s eyes roved over her naked torso.

“Beautiful,” Alex whispered as he reached a hand forward to pluck at her soft brown nipple.

Meredith moaned at his touch, despite Dylan’s previous ministrations. These were Alex’s fingers tugging gently at her flesh. Then she moaned again as Alex leaned forward to take her nipple with his lips.

The feel of his hot mouth sucking on her sensitive flesh made Meredith arch her back. Then she moaned again as Dylan’s dark head joined Alex’s at her other breast. The sensation was almost too much.

And then Alex’s fingers found her cunt.

She was soaked, and he grunted in pleasure at feeling her so wet. He’d wanted to tease her forever, but he couldn’t stand it. He had to taste her.

Kissing down her soft side, Alex nipped at her hip bones gently, loving her body with its long hard muscles and soft, womanly curves.

Meanwhile, he continued gently to explore her cunt with his fingers. Pushing between her wet lips, he brushed against her clit, causing her to shiver. Then one long finger pushed inside her, and she shivered again. Alex loved how sensitive she was, how tightly her cunt gripped even his single finger. He felt like a kid in a candy store, not knowing what treat to have first, wanting everything at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, however, Alex remembered that now was Meredith’s turn. Moving the last few inches down her body, he breathed gently on her swollen, wanting sex.

Meredith shuddered, and then groaned loudly as Alex’s tongue slid between her folds. When his lips found her clit, she knew she was done for. Her hand once again started pumping Dylan’s cock, and his mouth found hers as he sucked the cries from between her lips. But soon she pulled away from him.

“Fill my mouth,” Meredith told Dylan. “I want to suck you.”

Dylan smiled at her, only too happy to oblige. He knelt next to her head, supporting her neck with his hand as he plunged his cock into her mouth.

Only then could Meredith really enjoy Alex’s mouth on her sex. Before, it had been too intense; she’d wanted to come too badly. But with Dylan between her lips she could concentrate on something else and rein in her orgasm.

Which just meant Alex had to step up his game.

Still flicking her clit with his tongue, Alex’s long fingers again buried deep inside her—two of them this time. He pumped her gently at first, then harder as she adjusted to him, before finally adding a third finger.

Meredith moaned around Dylan’s cock, vibrating him delightfully as he slowly but firmly fucked her face. He loved seeing her like this—suffused with pleasure, that too-busy brain finally quiet as she enjoyed her body. She radiated sexual pleasure and fulfillment and a deep peace that was at complete odds with the overstressed, self-doubting woman he’d first made love to at the beginning of the week.

And when Meredith opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling around his cock, Dylan nearly came. And he nearly came again when he saw Meredith shudder, her orgasm nearly upon her.

Feeling another warm wash of wetness as Meredith’s cunt pulsed around his fingers, Alex upped his ante. Using his free hand, he gently rubbed Meredith’s own wetness over her asshole before gently pushing one finger inside her.

It was too much. Having Dylan in her mouth, with Alex’s fingers in her cunt and now her ass, she couldn’t hold back.

Wailing her pleasure, her back arched as she let go of Dylan’s cock to flop back onto the soft padding. Then she wailed again, waves of pleasure bowing her body as Alex used his fingers and tongue to keep her orgasm fierce. He didn’t stop until she begged him.

And even then he didn’t stop. Instead, Alex moved up her body, Dylan giving him space. The selkie took his cock in hand, watching Meredith’s face as Alex roughly shoved her legs apart.

“I want to fuck you,” Alex told Meredith, his hand taking a firm grip on her chin as he made her look into her eyes. She was still breathless, her gaze unfocused, but his words brought her back to earth.

“Mmm,” she moaned, raising her hips to his. He rubbed his cock against her, but didn’t penetrate. Instead he moved his hand to her hair.

“I want to fuck you,” he repeated. “And I want to know you want to be fucked. Do you want to be fucked, Meredith?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Tell me again,” he said, “louder. And say my name.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she repeated, with more volume. “Alex,” she added, clearly challenging him as she raised her hips sharply, feeling just the tip of him enter her tight heat.

“You are a bad girl,” Alex said, his voice strained. “I’ll have to work at making you sweet,” he mock-threatened, pushing just a little more of his hard cock inside her before withdrawing.

“Do you really want me to be sweet?” Meredith asked, her voice husky with her own desire.

“Hell no,” Alex said, just as he slammed into her warm, wet depths.

They both moaned, then held each other for a few seconds, each regaining control and Meredith adjusting to his sudden invasion. She loved the way he took her, and she wasn’t disappointed when he finally withdrew, only to slam into her again.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Alex groaned, his lips finding hers. They kissed as he pumped into her, Meredith straining to meet his every thrust. She protested noisily when he suddenly withdrew, standing and pulling her to her own two feet.

But her protestations were short lived, for soon Alex took her own spot on the padded table. She realized what he wanted, and she straddled him before he was completely settled.

Alex wasn’t the only one who had a few tricks up his sleeves, and he gasped as she slid down his hard cock with nary a “by your leave”. She took him almost out of her body a few more times, before practically falling on his cock, causing him to clench his fists and think of baseball statistics. Soon, however, she set a gentle rhythm around him, rocking up and down and letting him enjoy her wet, clasping sex.

Dylan watched the lovers, enjoying feeling and seeing the pleasure they were experiencing. But Meredith wasn’t done with him. The look she gave him was equal measures bold and unsure. She wasn’t sure how, but she wanted him involved.

And Dylan was never a selkie to disappoint.

Moving to kneel behind Meredith, Dylan began stroking his hand down her neck and back to let her know he was there and to relax her. Eventually, he pushed her forward, very gently so that she was almost lying on Alex’s chest. He used his magic to call their bottle of erotic oil, fairly certain Alex was too distracted to notice it appear as if out of thin air.

Meredith shivered as she felt the familiar sensation of oil running over her backside. Now that she realized what he intended, she wasn’t sure she could do what he wanted. But she trusted him, and knew he would never do anything to her she didn’t enjoy.

So she tried to keep up her gentle thrusts down onto Alex’s cock, but it became more difficult when she felt first one, then two of Dylan’s fingers slide up her ass. Meredith mewled in a combination of surprise and pleasure, looking down at Alex with eyes gone wide.

“Are you sure about this?” Alex whispered, kissing her lips gently. Meredith nodded, shivering as Dylan added a third finger to her ass.

“If you change your mind, just tell me,” Alex told her, shuddering himself as Meredith’s already tight cunt became even tighter with the addition of Dylan’s fingers in her backside.

“I will,” Meredith whispered, then closed her eyes, gasping as Dylan’s hard cock started to push into her ass.

Meredith’s movements on Alex stilled as she dropped her head onto his chest, feeling a thousand sensations at once. Alex ran his hands gently, tenderly through her hair, struggling to maintain control as he felt Dylan’s own hard length pushing up into Meredith, their two cocks separated by only the thinnest barrier.

Only when Dylan was fully inside her, and her mewls of mixed pain and pleasure had quieted, did Alex gently thrust his hips.

Meredith gasped again, but this time with bliss. She felt so full, so intensely pleasured and pleasurable. She’d never felt that sexy in her life, and she couldn’t help but smile at Alex in awe.

He laughed joyously as he thrust again, unable to believe he’d found this sexual tigress buried in Meredith’s widow’s weeds. She was perfect—a true partner for him in both the daytime and the nighttime.

Alex thrust again and again, barely managing to maintain control when Dylan also began thrusting, very slowly and very gently, into Meredith’s ass. She was on a sexual high at that point, teetering so precipitously on the edge of orgasm that she wasn’t sure whether she was already falling.

When she felt Alex’s finger slip between their sweaty bodies to find her clit, it was over. She came crashing over that edge, screaming out her pleasure as she did so.

Feeling her cunt clenching on his cock and feeling the warm wet rush of Meredith’s orgasm, Alex let himself go. He ground his hips up into hers, feeling his come simmering in his balls before shooting out of him. Meredith’s orgasm only intensified at feeling Alex’s hot spunk jetting into her, and her ass clenched around Dylan. Growling low in his throat, Dylan pulled her back against him, enveloping her body with his as he thrust hard into her backside once, twice, before spending himself deep inside her.

Dylan set his teeth gently to her shoulder, biting her as he withdrew his cock from her ass. Meredith whimpered, then collapsed forward onto Alex. He happily let her lie on top of him, her cunt still weakly milking his cock as he very gently stroked his hands over every inch of her he could reach. Dylan flopped down on his back next to them, panting.