Lust Triangles: A Fitting Trio

Nicole and Olivia were all tangled up in each other when the knock came. Nicole’s hand was buried between Olivia’s thighs, fingers slick, when Clarke’s voice cut through the morning quiet. Olivia swore, pulled away, and told Nicole she’d only be a minute. Nicole stayed on the bed, cunt throbbing, sheets damp under her skin. Clarke had samples. Lace. Silk. A tape measure. He held it to Olivia’s waist while she stood there, nipples still hard from Nicole’s mouth. She felt the heat between her legs growing as he touched her hip, her side. She made a decision fast—leaned in, kissed him, guided his hand under her robe. He got hard fast. They fucked against the work table, Olivia bent over the lingerie boxes, his cock pumping into her while she bit her lip to stay quiet. Nicole watched from the doorway. She slid her fingers back between her legs and rubbed slow, hungry circles, the ache turning sharp. Clarke came hard, pulled out panting, muttered something about needing air. He barely made it to the hallway before Nicole had him against the wall, pushing his wet cock into her own cunt, still slick from watching. She rode him hard, her breath catching every time she sank down. Olivia caught them mid-thrust. She didn’t stop them. She watched a beat, then stepped in, dropped to her knees, and took Clarke’s balls in her mouth while Nicole kept fucking him. From there it was all open—Nicole eating Olivia’s cunt while Clarke fucked her from behind, then Olivia straddling Clarke’s face while Nicole rode him, then all three trading positions on the couch, on the floor, whoever needed it most getting it next until the room smelled like sweat and sex and the lingerie samples lay forgotten in their torn boxes.