“Tell me you’d have done any different,” challenged Jay, setting Elyssa gently on the floor and standing up, leaning forward to take the bag and stow it in the bedroom.
Patrick kicked the door shut behind him. “No, you’re right,” he said as Elyssa flopped back down into the wing chair, fighting to regain her sense of normality. “Sorry I’m late. Bloody Friday traffic. Still, I’ll have to get used to it, I suppose, when I start working at the John Radcliffe.”
“What?” Jay and Elyssa exclaimed in chorus, their necks swivelling, mouths dropping, eyes popping.
Patrick took the armchair opposite and steepled his hands, beaming at their stunned reaction. “Well, once Elyssa got the job here, I knew I had to follow her, or risk becoming the third wheel. Do you really think I was going to stew in London while you two spent every non-working moment in bed together? We’re a threesome, aren’t we, not a couple with a bolt-on?”
“Or a strap-on,” snorted Jay.
Elyssa, rolling her eyes, assured him, “Of course we are.”
She crossed the floor, dropping down to a crouch beside Patrick, placing her hand in his. “Oh, Patrick,” she said. “I got the job here because I wanted the job! Not because I wanted to phase you out of this amazing thing we’ve got going. I would never want to do that! It’s been the most wonderful six months of my life, and I hope it lasts forever. It would break my heart to lose either of you.”
Patrick squeezed her hand, apparently reassured by her sincerity. “That’s good,” he said. “Because now we have the chance to take things to another level. I’ve got the consultant neurosurgeon post at the hospital and I need to find a place here.”
“That’s excellent news,” said Jay soberly. “Let me shake your hand, Robertson.”
The two men shook hands warmly, then Jay pulled Patrick unexpectedly into his chest, hugging him close. “Well played,” he spoke into his ear. “I knew you’d do this. And I know you won’t believe me, but I’m glad you did.”
“Thanks,” said Patrick. “Actually, I do believe you.”
Elyssa broke the emotional silence, clapping her hands together.
“So here we all are, the three of us, with our jobs and our places in the same city. No more long drives or late nights on MSN. We can just pop in on each other whenever the mood strikes, even start looking for a place together. I think that calls for a celebration, don’t you?”
“The bedroom is that way,” said Jay, gesturing grandly towards the half open door. “Please do be my guests.”
A squealing Elyssa was chased by her two lovers into the small room, taking off clothes as she ran. Patrick caught her first, trapping her against him with a well-placed rugby-player’s leg while he unsnapped her bra, then he pushed her over to Jay, who made short work of the flirty little skirt.
It had taken six months, but now all the sharp corners and rough edges of their threefold interaction had been smoothed out and they were able to read each other’s intentions perfectly. No more elbows in the face or two sets of hands reaching for the same thing at the same time—now they worked together as three parts of a perfect whole, all focused on the pleasure of the other two at all times.
“My turn,” asserted Patrick, undressing at warp speed and presenting his splendidly naked form, with its majestic cock at the centre, on the wrought-iron-framed bed.
Elyssa shinned up his long legs to straddle him, hovering over his straining tip, licking her lips lasciviously.
“I’ve been hard as a rock for about twenty minutes,” complained Jay.
“Why don’t we do that thing we did last week?” suggested Elyssa, winking at him over her shoulder.
Jay began to fling off his clothes, even faster than Patrick had done.
“You sure?” he asked, sounding like the cat that got the cream.
“Sure I’m sure. I’ve been dreaming about doing it again all week.” She impaled herself on Patrick’s thick length with a happy sigh, which he echoed.
With her pussy filled and her pert backside wriggling at Jay, she tilt
ed herself forward, bringing her face down to meet Patrick’s for ravenous kisses, waiting for what she knew was going to come next.
The rough slide of Jay’s bedside drawer, the uncapping of a bottle, the unmistakable glug as its contents dripped into their owner’s palm. Then there were fingers gliding up the crack of her bottom—warm, slippery, probing fingers, taking their time, working with the rhythm of Patrick’s thrusts, making sure that the tiny aperture they sought was well and truly coated in the light, fragrant lubricant.
Elyssa cried out when Jay’s long fingers found their secret target, and she cried out again when his strong arms wrapped around her from behind and the rounded head of his cock pushed her rear cheeks apart.
Patrick, face contorted with lust by this scenario, began to pound all the more furiously, so that Jay had to hold her tight and take extra care with the slow drive forward, edging in, fraction by fraction.
“Easy, Patrick, easy,” whispered Elyssa, her senses all over the place, flying from front to back passage, over and over again like confused fireflies. Patrick calmed down enough for Elyssa to feel the dual friction, the complementary play of cocks at fore and aft, and to sink deep down into the knowledge that she was taken in the most absolute way possible. The incredible privilege she was gifted with struck her anew, as it always did when she shared her body with these two exceptional men, and by the time Jay had seated himself to the hilt, she was gasping and almost in tears, close to a release that was as emotionally powerful as it was physically intense.
“I’m yours,” she moaned, signalling that they could begin to match their rhythms and seek their separate, yet inseparable, climaxes.