#alex ryan

11:28: Hey, it’s Andy. I’m back in town and I dunno if you still use this number, but I’m hoping it’s you. I'm having a get-together at my place while I’m back home for a bit, if you want to stop by. X

My phone went off, dinging quite loudly, startling me out of what would’ve become a good night’s sleep that I was just drifting off into. I watched my hand reach out for my phone, feeling as if I was watching my own life through a movie screen in my half asleep state. I picked it up, and read over the message, my brows pinching together in the center.

What? I thought to myself, feeling rather confused for a few moments. Andy? Where had I ever met an Andy, and why would he have my number? Then it dawned on me, and a tired smile cracked across my tired face, eyes still hooded. Andy. We’d gone to Trinity College together back in 2008, and ended up being quite good friends. Of course I wouldn’t remember, being barely awake and all, but I knew him.

11:33: my gosh, andyyy!! hi!! it has been sooo long since i’ve seen you, how are you? you do have the right number :) and yes i will stop by ofc i will

His reply came quickly, his tone now increasing to my own excitability. At least, I thought it had. One could only tell so well through text.

11:34: Oh, great! It’s this Saturday at 6-7ish, I’ll send you my new address. Alex will be there & we’re inviting some older friends as well. I hope you remember Alex?

11:35: ohh yeah absolutely!! love you, love alex, etc etc. been too long. i am unfortunately about to go to sleep so night night hope we’ll talk between then and now :)

I didn’t stay awake long enough to read the reply that came through, curling up under my covers. While he’d been off starting his career and touring internationally, I’d finished college, and began working a cubicle job in a corporate setting. Stable, yes, but surprisingly draining.

More quickly than I’d expected, Saturday evening had rolled around and I was plugging Andrew’s address into Google Maps to navigate there. It would take around 20 minutes to get there, and luckily for me, it was only 6:10 right now. I’d get there right in between when he told me to arrive, 6-7.

The drive was uneventful, but finding parking around what was his now evidently large house in a secluded part of town proved difficult. Between the woods, the private roads, and the parking on the side of the roads which were rather packed already, it was annoying. But I found a space, and walked up to his house. I knocked on the door and let myself in, realizing his home was pretty full of people already.

I looked around for a few moments, not recognizing many faces, when I heard a throaty voice calling out from behind me.

“Hey! Bubbles, how are ya?” He said, with a light laugh at the end.

I turned around and looked at the man calling out to me, Andrew himself. I cringed internally at the nickname, bubbles, but laughed anyway. They’d started calling me bubbles after I blew a piece of gum into a bubble that was so large that when it popped, it ended up all over my face straight out of a cartoon. The nickname stuck.

“Andy!” I squealed, still laughing and now trotting up to him, arms open. “Ah, I’m amazing, how are you?” I inquired, after a quick hug.

He laughed, loud as ever, and it stretched out his cheeks. The stretching of his skin drew my attention to a beard he hadn’t had before. It was… Hot, especially with that hair–

“I’m great, bubbles. Busy as all hell, but y’know, being a musician and all that…” He trailed off, shoving his hands into his pockets and shrugging his shoulders as he smiled sheepishly, looking to the ground for a moment.

Ah. Even after all this time, Hozier , a world renowned musician was still just… Andy. A shy man from the more rural part of Wicklow. I found it to be endearing as all hell.

“Yeah, of course. It’s understandable. What was this, your… Sophomore album?”

“Yeah, it’s called ‘Wasteland, Baby!’ I’m really happy with it. I’ve got a new EP coming out as well to go with it, has some unreleased stuff that couldn’t make it onto the main record, y’know? Time constraints and all that. It would’ve ended up being a two disk album, and the label didn’t like that at first.”

I hummed and nodded along, moving my eyes up and down his body as he got into full nerdy musician mode, going on about his music and the label and the ideas behind each song. He didn’t seem to notice I was only half paying attention. Damn, between that hair and that beard, plus the crisp t-shirt and slacks he was wearing… I was snapped out of my reverie when Alex Ryan walked up to us, a big cheesy grin on his face.

“Bubbles!” He called out, slinging an arm over my shoulder, laughing a little bit. “How’re you going?”

I raised an eyebrow as Andrew sighed and rolled his eyes, grumbling something about Australia under his breath.

“Australia?” I laughed out, then turned more to face Alex. “And how’re you going? ”

Andrew cut in as Alex tried to start explaining what was going on. “Alex came to Australia on tour with me last month and he’s been using their version of ‘how are you’, which is ‘how’re you going’, ever since. Because he’s a pretentious douche who likes to seem more well traveled than he is.” They bickered, but they’d been best mates since I could remember.

I giggled and rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “Ah, I see. Well I am going absolutely fine , thanks, Alex. Yourself?”

He gave me a playful wink that I felt a bit too flustered by, for my personal liking, and shrugged. “Doing grand, thanks. Hey, I’ll go grab the three of us some drinks! It’s been too long since we all sat down with a pint together.” He snapped away from my gaze and turned to Andrew, jerking his head toward the kitchen in a bid to get him to follow. He gave me a quick wave as he walked away, and followed Alex calmly.

Alex always reminded me of a mix between… A squirrel and a cat. When you put him in front of a set of keys or a guitar, he was the most talented man you’d ever meet. Extremely elegant, dancing across the instrument with his fingers. His fingers were long, and super flexible from all the playing he did.

However, in any other setting? Squirrely. All over the place. Totally unable to keep his focus on less than three things at a time. It was pitiful, really. How does one go from Australian slang, to asking how one is actually doing, to grabbing drinks in the span of… What was that, two minutes? Less than, probably.

The night went on in a blur of drinks. All sorts of drinks, and I knew not to mix my liquor, but that hard seltzer sounded so refreshing after such a heavy Guinness from a can, and that dirty martini handmade by Andrew himself sounded so yummy, and those jello shots sounded way too appealing to my sweet tooth to resist…

I’d arrived at 6:30pm, and by 9pm I was totally sloshed. It was a Saturday night, though, and I was with my old college friends, who was going to stop me? Neither of them did, and obviously, I wasn’t going to stop myself.

While sitting across the couch from Andrew, I suddenly noticed how nice and buttery his voice was. Sure, he was a career singer, but we’d been friends before any of that. Then, I noticed how sharp his jawline had gotten, how his beard only made it any clearer. Damn, I wanted to run my fingers through that long hair…

Oh, shit.

Suddenly, I was much closer to him than I’d intended to be, and my fingers were running through his hair, and he was looking at me with raised eyebrows, yet he didn’t do anything to stop me. His finger didn’t even twitch. Did he… Was he enjoying this? His face was confused, yet not upset. Somewhat pleased, relaxed, even.

I pulled back after I realized what I’d been doing, flushed deeply, and cleared my throat before taking another tentative sip of my water. I knew I needed to sober up, and bad, so here I sat with a tall glass of water (not referring to Andrew, thanks very much) and what I was almost sure was a slice of strawberry pie, but it could’ve easily had a bit of rhubarb in it too. Either way, divine.

Andrew leaned closer to me after I’d pulled away, a tilted, shy smile on his face. “Why’d you stop?” He muttered, causing me to choke on the bite currently in my mouth. The tart flavor caused a weird tingling sensation in the back of my jaw that I thoroughly enjoyed.

“Stop- Stop what?” I asked quietly, dumbly. I knew exactly what he was talking about, I’d just had my hands in his hair, for crying out loud!

He laughed and grabbed my wrists to gently pull me forward, closer to him. He was just as drunk as I was, I could smell it on his breath. “Y’know, bubbles, I always had a little bit of a crush on you.” He murmured, the warmth of his breath washing over my face like the tide of the sea coming in as he spoke so close to my face.

I choked again, my heart rate skyrocketing at the last three words. A crush on me? He’d made fun of me relentlessly when we’d been college friends! Lightheartedly, of course, and he got it as good as he gave it. Still, though, it was surprising to hear.

“Andy, what?” I laughed, but he shrugged and went on. I couldn’t believe he was serious, but he was. His forehead was suddenly resting on mine, in a way that was far too intimate for a pair of friends that I liked way too much.

“I said, I’d always had a little crush on you in college.” Andrew whispered, his voice much lower than it had been a few minutes before.

I let out a surprised huff of breath and couldn’t quite find the words to reply. That was… 10 or 11 years ago, now. We’d literally been 18 at the time, and he’d just thought to bring it up at the age of twenty-nine ? Absolutely unreal. Endearing, oddly enough. I couldn’t say I was mad or anything like that; surprised was more accurate.

“I see,” I breathed out in reply, hoping I didn’t sound as dumbly flustered as I felt. He flustered me. Him and Alex, both, flustered me.

I felt his hands snake up from my wrists to my shoulders, the callous of his fingertips brushing over the bare skin that my blouse didn’t quite cover. He quietly asked, leaning in further to whisper in my ear, if it was okay. I almost laughed in reply, the question was so ridiculous. It was more than okay. I felt strangely enthralled by his hands gently moving from my wrists, to my shoulders, and down to the middle of my back, pulling me closer still. I was almost on his lap.

“Yes,” I finally uttered. “Absolutely.”

Two words. Two words were apparently all it took for him to drag me roughly onto his lap and crash his lips down against mine. It was glorious. Everything about it felt just right. Not that this was one of those moments where it was like, as soon as his lips touched mine there were fireworks and I knew we’d be in love forever, but it was indescribably satisfying. Like an itch that was too far down my back for me to reach, had finally been scratched. I hadn’t gotten a decent one night stand in for a while , maybe now was my time.

Andrew’s hands gently moved down a bit further before his thumbs were able to hook under my shirt. I knew he’d ask if it was okay, if I was okay with it for him to keep going. I decided to mitigate the question by physically answering before he could even ask it by arching my back forward and pressing my chest against his. He grunted against my lips and nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to yelp slightly before his lips moved down and across my jaw, towards the thin skin of my neck. I huffed out a breath and closed my eyes, my head tilting back and to the right, my skin stretching in a delicious way as he sucked and bit at it. His hands ran under my shirt and now rested on top of the bare skin below. They were warm, and large, and I loved it.

Damn, I was definitely gonna have hickeys tomorrow.

My legs straddled around his waist, and I felt something… Hard prodding at my inner thigh, and I giggled to myself slightly. I’d managed to make him hard already, and all we’d done was kiss a little. Well, maybe not just a little, by now… But we hadn’t done anything but kiss.

I moved my leg, just slightly. Just enough to get him to gasp in a bit out of surprise and maybe a little pleasure, and he nipped down hard on my neck. I yelped and giggled again, his fingertips digging into my hips resting on top of his.

The couch dipped down next to us and he let out a soft sigh against my collarbone, rubbing the tip of his nose against it and up my neck.

“Nice perfume.” Andrew murmured, his voice muffled by my skin. I thanked him quietly, the words tumbling down from my lips. I moved my hands up from the middle of his back to the nape of his neck, where I rested my palms and allowed my fingers to move up and tangle in his hair.

He growled and his fingertips tightened against my hips again, his lips and teeth and tongue, oh, God, the things I wanted that tongue to do to me right now, going back to work on my skin.

I heard a bit of laughter to my right, coming from the direction in which the couch had dipped down, and Alex’s voice rang out, snarky and loud in the nicest possible way, next to us.

“Aye, Andy, you got a pretty one here tonight.” He teased, snickering at the sight of us. One of Andrew’s hands moved off of my hip, and I glanced over at it for a moment to find Andrew giving Alex the middle finger. I laughed a little and closed my eyes again, resting my forehead against the top of Andrew’s head.

“Shut up, you dick.” he growled against my skin, nipping at me again out of frustration. Alex laughed again and scooted closer to us, his voice lowering.

“You know, we both liked her back at Tee-Cee, Andy.” Alex drawled, pronouncing the individual letters ‘T’ and ‘C’. It was what students and alumni alike referred to Trinity College as. Andrew sighed and stopped again for a moment to glance over at him. I felt that glare from where I was sitting, and I didn’t even need to look .

“Shut. Up!” He scolded again, not turning back to me immediately this time. He did get there eventually though, and my heart was pounding in my chest as his tongue ran back up my clavicle and over my common carotid. Both liked me while we were at school? If they’d both managed to fluster me before, this was an entirely different thing. Especially with Andrew’s mouth all over my face and my neck and my chest.

Alex snickered again a moment later, and suddenly a third hand was resting gently on top of my thigh. “Aw, come on, Andrew!” He whined, playfully. “I thought we liked to share.”

I paused. Andrew paused. The room stopped spinning the way it had been before.

Share?

Wait, did these two have some sort of weird threesome agreement going on?

Share?!

Andrew’s head fell forward and he let out a huff, turning to Alex with a death stare. “Alex, no. Not with her. Come on. If she were any other girl, then fine, but we know her. She won’t go home tomorrow morning and have some crazy story to tell her friends. We are her friends.” He drawled, his voice low as he leaned in towards Alex to make sure nobody but Alex and myself could hear him.

I sat there thinking to myself, as Andrew spoke lowly to Alex: was a weird threesome agreement that weird if I found myself kind of wanting to be their third for the night?

They were both attractive men. My type, anyways. Both my age. Both were clearly into me…

I cleared my throat. “Sorry, but what does- what does share mean, exactly?” I squeaked, my head tilting to one side a little more as I tried to view both of them.

Alex smirked and winked at Andrew triumphantly. “Ah, sweetheart, that is all up to you.”

Andrew sighed and his head tilted back, his jaw tightening. His face looked like he was in a mixture of pain and anticipation. I couldn’t tell why, but a tiny smile quirked at the corners of his mouth and he huffed a little, shaking his head before straightening himself up.

“Alex, you are a goddamn freak. And not in a fun sexy way, you’re just weird. ” Andrew grumbled, a small smile still resting upon his face. He reached over and flicked his forehead, and Alex recoiled a little, a smirk playing across his lips as he laughed slightly. Andrew turned to me again, with a more genuine, but still rather gentle, smile. He leaned in closer to my ear and mumbled lowly into it. “You wanna do it, bubbles? Got a whole guest bedroom upstairs that is pristine, and hopefully to your liking…”

My breath caught in my throat. What, exactly, would go down in that bedroom wasn’t specific to me just yet. I knew it would be unholy. Sexual, for sure. Kinky? That seemed to be a possibility at this point.

I needed to think about it. A threesome. With two of my closest guy friends from college. I mean, yeah, they were both undeniably hot. Andrew had this amazing hair and a sharp ass jawline and Alex’s hands alone had me swooning, but this was a lot to jump into at once.

Then it occurred to me: I was already sitting on Andrew’s lap, straddling him, and Alex’s hand was already on my right thigh. Clearly they were into me just as much as I was into them, and I couldn’t believe that thought hadn’t come to me until just then. I cleared my throat, and sucked in a breath.

I looked over at Andrew, then towards Alex, my face flushed. “Yeah. Yes, let’s do it.” I whispered, almost unable to believe the words coming from my own lips. Not that I was unsure about it or anything, I just couldn’t believe I’d found myself in this situation. I was a goddamn cubicle worker at a sales firm, for crying out loud!

A wolfish grin spread across Alex’s lips and Andrew’s already existing smile widened a little as he pushed me off of him to stand up, and I followed suit. Alex came up behind me and put his hand on my lower back, jerking his head towards the stairs about 10 or 15 feet in front of us. “Shall we, love?” He murmured in my ear. I nodded silently and Andrew walked ahead of us, leading the way to what I’d assumed was the guest bedroom he’d referenced just a minute or two ago. I felt a blush creeping up my neck, and I realized Alex saw it too as he chuckled and tightened his hand around my hip for a moment as we followed behind Andrew.

“A little nervous, hm?” He purred into my ear, causing me to cough in surprise. I stuttered for a few moments as my brain short circuited. This motherfu- he was whispering into my ear! He knew what he was doing, goddamn it, and it was not helping the situation!

“I- No!” I squeaked out, causing him to laugh a little more and Andrew laughed along with him. We’d reached the top of the stairs now, and he took a turn and opened the door to what was evidently his guest bedroom. I was surprised by the sight of it.

It wasn’t like, barely lived in, half filled with unused items and exercise equipment being used as a storage space. It had a really large window facing the east, and a large bed in the middle of the wall opposite the window, covered in a set of white sheets, and a fluffy comforter with a dark green duvet cover on it. In one corner, nearest to the dark wood dresser, there stood a thriving monstera plant and across from that, another hanging vine sort of plant from the ceiling. The bed frame, too, was sturdy dark wood and so were the bedside tables on either side of the bed. It was cohesive, cozy, well decorated.

I giggled a little to myself and noted the clear durability of the bed frame, glad to see it wouldn’t… Potentially break under the weight of the three of us doing whatever this was going to become on the top of it. Andrew quirked a brow at my giggles and I shrugged and waved him off, my hands clasped in front of myself afterwards. He cleared his throat and gestured to the bed somewhat awkwardly, not quite looking at me as his other hand was rubbing the back of his neck.

“If you want, you can, ehm, sit down for a moment. I’ll be right back.” He muttered, then turned out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. I was slightly confused, but sat down on the end of the bed anyway, and Alex followed me, standing in front of me.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just grabbing a few things.” He said lowly, one of his hands gently grabbing my chin and tilting my head upwards, and he hunched over to my level. “You mind?” He murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

I couldn’t find it in myself to utter a reply, so I just nodded silently, and he leaned in, his lips gently pressing against mine. My eyes fluttered shut and I took in his kiss, returning it just as gently as he had given it. I noticed his style was much different from Andrew’s. Andrew was aggressive. He treated it like he was hungry, almost. Like he was afraid that if he wasn’t abrasive enough with it I wouldn’t want any more of him. Alex was different. His gentleness in his movements came not from a lack of confidence, but from an abundance of it. He knew there was no need to rush through any of it, because he felt as though there was no point when he was such a wantable person. It almost bordered on arrogance, but it was… Comforting, in a way. He was more sure of himself, and therefore, so was I.

Alex’s lips moved gently over mine, his tongue running over the seam of them, asking but not begging for entrance. My lips parted for him, but as soon as I did that, his mouth moved down to my jaw and across my neck. He kneeled down in front of me to presumably be more comfortable, and he took his time mapping out every inch of skin he could possibly access above the neckline of my shirt. I gasped as he nipped gently at my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin. He chuckled against me, the sound muffled by my body, and moved his hands to my hips.

The door clicked open again just then, and Andrew came in and set some things down at the small desk in the room, tutting. “Ah, you’ve started without me, I take it.” He grumbled, pulling his shirt off over his head, and proceeding to put up his hair.

Alex sighed against my skin, his breath warm, and pulled away. “Not quite, Andy, just getting… Warmed up.” He said, grinning at the end. He turned back to look at me again and pulled at the waistband of my pants, then the hemline of my shirt. “You wanna do us a favor and get those useless things off, pretty girl?” He murmured, and I flushed.

I swallowed and cleared my throat, then croaked out a response barely louder than the whirring of the central heating system. “Yeah, sure.” I replied, then stood up slowly. Alex did the same, and as I pulled all my clothing off except for the bra and panties below, I watched the boys do the same, leaving their boxers on.

Oh my god, their boxers were tight. Tented, if you will. At just the premise of it all, this was the state they were in. And I couldn’t blame them. Alex stalked back over to me and kneeled down in front of me again, while Andrew climbed onto the bed behind me. My breath caught in my throat as he kneeled behind me on the bed, his hands resting on my shoulders as he pressed gentle kisses and nips along my trapezius and the side of my neck, while Alex hooked his fingers under the waistband of my underwear and pressed gentle kisses along my hip, then up to my chest. I closed my eyes and took in their movements, Andrew’s fingers brushing up and down my arms, Alex’s lips working their way over my entire torso. I sighed out and Alex paused just as I was beginning to make sense of it all, tugging at the waistband of my panties again.

“You mind if I take these off, pretty?” He mumbled against the top of one of my breasts, and I shook my head no. “Lovely.” He replied, and tugged them down, throwing them to the side. He rested my right ankle on one of his shoulders, and began kissing up my leg, a small grin on his face.

He worked past my femoral artery, past my knee, and up, up, up… And then stopped. So close to where I wanted him to be, his nose right up against the outer layers of the center of me. I looked down at him, my face turning into desperate confusion, and let out a disgruntled noise.

“What- Goddamn you, what are you doing? Why’d you stop?” I whined, coming off far more needy than I’d meant to.

Andrew chuckled against my skin, and Alex laughed beneath me and rolled his eyes a little. “Just gonna ask if it was okay for me to eat you out, darling.” He murmured, the warmth of his breath washing over me. My breath caught in my throat at the feeling and I swallowed again.

“Yes, please do. I am- that is more than okay.” I breathed out, my leg twitching over his shoulder.

Alex looked past me at Andrew and gave him a wink before hoisting my other leg up over his shoulder, and he leaned in closer. His tongue brushed over my folds, and I closed my eyes, and once again, tried to make sense of the feelings on my body.

“Shit.” I whispered, my heartbeat quickening in my chest.

Alex laughed a little and the sound caused his lips to vibrate the tiniest bit against me as his chest rumbled with the noise, and I clenched my jaw. He continued to move his mouth against me, his tongue darting out of his mouth every so often to lick up through the folds and over my clit, and everytime that got a little bit of friction I sucked in a tiny breath, and my body ached for more. I found myself leaning back on my elbows, my head pressing against Andrew’s chest as he sat behind me.

Alex’s mouth worked its way further up, his mouth now sheerly focused on my clit, his tongue circling around it and his lips cupped around it, sucking and licking. I was gasping and trying not to let myself moan out too loudly. There was still an entire party going on downstairs. A hot jolt of pleasure ran up through my body every few moments, and it proved to be a rather difficult battle.

Andrew leaned down further from behind me on the bed, towards my ear, and he purred out some words. “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” He said, his hands coming up from behind me and cupping over my breasts. “You’re so beautiful, with his lips on your clit, legs on his shoulders, with your body writhing. Absolutely radiant.” His hands squeezed around my breasts, and his lips moved to my neck as he began kissing me.

I gasped and my legs inadvertently tightened around Alex’s head as his tongue started lapping at me and sucking against me even faster, harsher than before. He heard me getting praised and increased the intensity of his own actions. He knew the praise made me feel even more needy, even more wanting, and he responded in kind. My suspicions from earlier were concisely confirmed: this was, indeed, not the first time that they’d done this together. They had a system, knew how to make whatever partner they had that night feel as good as possible. It was working, I had to admit.

I felt a distinctive twisting sensation in my stomach and let out a whine, pleasure bolting up my spine and through the core of my body. “Ah, damn it–” I whined, my breathing picking up, chest heaving. Andrew’s hands moved under my bra, his hands now sitting against my bare skin. He rolled my pebbled nipples in between his fingers, and I yelped with pleasure, my back arching up. He laughed richly at the motion and leaned down to bite and kiss at the skin of my neck, smiling.

“I take it you liked that, beauty, hm?” He cooed, moving one of his hands up to tangle through the strands of my hair, his fingertips gently massaging my scalp. I whimpered and exhaled sharply, seeing stars behind my eyelids.

“Yes.” I blurted, before being cut off by the sounds of my own cries tumbling from my lips, Alex’s mouth working strongly against my core, his tongue lapping at my clit. I kept moaning and crying out, my stomach continuing to twist into knots at the sensations running through my body. My lips remained parted, and Andrew would occasionally reach down my bra and pinch one of my nipples between his calloused fingertips.

The twisting got stronger and stronger, my legs starting to quiver on Alex’s shoulders, and suddenly a wave of pleasure washed over my body, the intensity almost like a burning. The earth felt as though it had stopped spinning on its axis and I felt everything dissolve around me to nothing more than a chorus of white noise and bright light, caused by the sheer intensity of the shockwaves crashing over my entire body.

I slowly came down from the experience, my heart stuttering and pounding in my chest, and I opened my eyes again, glancing around myself in… wonder? A man had actually managed to make me cum, unassisted, for once in my life. Truly astonishing.

Andrew’s mouth pulled away from my neck and he laughed slightly, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. “Sufficient?” He lightly questioned, his voice gentle and low.

I breathlessly looked over at him, my chest still heaving below his large, gentle hands. “Um… Yes, I would say so.” I breathed, my throat dry and my vision still somewhat unfocused.

Alex pulled his mouth off of me and looked up at me through his eyelashes, the skin surrounding his mouth glistening. He looked almost feral, hungry for more yet satisfied at the same time. He licked his lips and gave me a tilted smile, standing up after a few moments. “You taste lovely, doll.” he teased, looking down at me. I felt my face flush and my head still felt a little fuzzy as he spoke to me, and I closed my eyes and let my head fall back to get in a decent breath, or as decent I could make it right now, anyway.

Andrew tapped me on the shoulder from behind and my eyes fluttered open as I turned my head back to glance over my shoulder at him. “Yes?” I croaked, my voice surprisingly hoarse. Clearly, I’d been much louder than intended and my throat was paying the price.

He laughed a little and raised his eyebrows slightly, then leaned in closer to my ear and husked his words out. “What’s your opinion on riding, bubbles?”

I choked on my words for what seemed like the millionth time this evening. Jesus christ, the man really got down to the point, didn’t he? However, I did genuinely consider the question. “I’m… A fan.” I whispered back, my blood rushing to my head from the excitement and embarrassment running through my veins. Andrew chuckled lowly as Alex let out a huff and pulled on my wrists to help me sit up properly again.

“Ah, so he gets the delight of actual intercourse first, and I don’t, after you just came all over my mouth? Very egalitarian.” Alex grumbled sarcastically. Andrew cut in himself before I could reply.

“Oh, come on, it isn’t as if you didn’t enjoy every moment of making her cum all over your mouth, Alex. Stop your moaning and groaning, you’ll get your bloody chance. Don’t forget I sat here and watched all of that.”

Alex rolled his eyes and huffed again, then walked around to the other side of the bed, standing beside one of the bedside tables. His expression was rather sardonic, but he wasn’t actually mad, it seemed, rather… Anticipatory. I’d finally put my finger on it: that was it. I expected a rather long night ahead, not that I was complaining.

Andrew got up and shimmied off his boxers, throwing them haphazardly to one corner of the room, jostling the monstera plant that had initially caught my attention after I first entered the bedroom. He sank down onto the bed following those movements, a tilted smile on his face.

My gaze snapped to his cock, and I looked at it with some surprise. He was clean shaven, and looked satisfactorily large, but not to the point of causing pain or discomfort, with a noticeable vein running down the length of his shaft.

I blushed and smiled a little to myself, looking at the light pink color of his tip, and I found myself telling him my thoughts before I had the chance to put my filter back into place. “Your tip’s a pretty color.” I muttered.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, his grin widening before he let out a light laugh. Andrew had always been quite confident of his cock, but the color of his glans had clearly never crossed his mind. It was a light rosy color, pinker than the rest of his pale skin, with a rather decent ridge. “Ah, thank you…” he replied quietly, his eyes raking over the rest of my body. I felt a little rush of shyness, as I’d never had two people looking at me like this before, and it suddenly occurred to me exactly how intimate the situation I was in had become.

Andrew seemed to pick up on his, as he grabbed my hands gently and tugged me forward, his smile becoming smaller and more tilted again, akin to a smirk. “No need to be nervous, love, just… Enjoy the experience. I most certainly am.”

I sucked in a breath and let it out in an effort to calm myself down, and smiled slightly at him. “Mhm, you’re right…” I breathed out, and moved myself over him, my hips hovering just above his cock. It stood strongly upright, perpendicular to the rest of his body, and I watched his breath catch in his throat as I moved just above him. He swallowed and looked between my face and my hips, eyes wide, face flushed.

“May I?” I whispered, and he nodded quickly, his expression turning to something like desperation.

“ Please, god…” he replied, his voice almost inaudible.

I swallowed, my throat dry, and sunk down onto him, a gasp escaping me at the sudden stretching I experienced. I realized rather quickly that I had moved too fast, and his fingers immediately moved up to my hips and gripped them with bruising force, with his head falling back and a quiet groan escaping his lips.

“Jesus– Inconsolable weeping christ -” he growled out, his eyes squeezing shut, his voice tight. I let out a huff and closed my own eyes for a few moments, and sighed out, resting my hands over his own large ones, still gripping my hips.

“That’s a new one,” I breathed out, beginning to slowly move myself up and down, the muscles of my thighs tensed. I let my head fall back for a few moments before my neck craned forward, the other way. “Care to explain?”

Andrew's breath hitched and a frustrated look crossed his face, his fingertips digging into my flesh again. “Not the time for small talk.” he growled, then took in a long breath. “Fuck, relax , goddamn it, you’re tighter than a bloody vice.”

I sighed and bit my lip, his mild command only fueling my tenseness in the most positive possible way. I set a rapid pace, wanting more, more, more. More of him, more of whatever this had become.

I inhaled sharply and tightened my hands over his own, both of us holding each other tightly. The muscles in my legs strained over his hips as I rocked on top of him, and I saw veins bulging in his forehead. I looked down at where the two of us met, and I saw his cock slipping in and out of me, and my gaze was fixated on the sheer satisfaction of seeing that.

The bed dipped behind me, and I felt a pair of hands place themselves at the base of my neck, then dip down and brush over my shoulders. The light touch gave me goosebumps and I shuttered, swallowing hard.

Alex’s voice sounded quietly from behind me, directly into my ear. “You do look remarkably tense, doll.” he purred. “Do our Andy a favor here and just… Let the feelings run through you, don’t try and force it.” His lips met my shoulder after he’d finished speaking, and his hands, lithe and flexible, found their way to just under my breasts.

He began to massage the flesh as he placed gentle kisses on the nape of my neck, running his nose from the base of my neck up to my hairline. I groaned quietly and leaned back, my head pressing against his collarbone, his body supporting me.

The action of leaning back while still bouncing on top of Andrew caused his cock to hit just the right spot while inside of me, and I gasped, my eyes snapping open.

I clenched around him again and his hips jerked up, a loud cry escaping his mouth. “Fucking christ, you’re going to– God fucking damn it, you’re so good, sweetheart, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Just– fuck , good girl, just like that.” he rasped, his voice strained and hoarse.

Alex nuzzled into my skin from behind, his fingers dancing up further onto my breasts, his hands cupping them as he began to massage more deeply. My nipples sat squarely in the palm of his hand, and he let out a low hum of approval against my skin as Andrew stuttered. “Look at him.” he whispered. “You’re doing so well for him. He’s barely even able to speak. That’s all you, babe.”

whimpered and a tight expression came across my face, my eyebrows pinched together in the middle, eyes clenched shut, my jaw tight. I bit back a moan and Alex tutted behind me, pinching my nipples.

“You sound so lovely when you make noises for us, don’t hold back, honey.” he cooed, and my brain melted at his words. I let out a guttural cry, my pace quickening atop Andrew. Our hips rutted together and I heard him let out a groan from below me, his breath rasping. I opened my eyes and looked down at him beneath me, his face twisted up.

“Jesus fucking ever-loving christ , oh my God . Exactly like that, love, you’re– you’re so– Fuck !” He exclaimed, and his back arched up off of the bed.

I gasped and threw my head back, my eyes fluttering shut again as he pushed himself further up into me, pressing hard against me. He gasped in a few breaths and continued rutting into me, babbling with his face twisted up. “I’m– Christ, I’m coming– I– God .” He sputtered, his fingernails digging into my skin.

I let out another whimper and threw my head back onto Alex’s shoulder, and he let out a low chuckle and pinched my nipples in between his fingertips once more, rolling them between his fingers. He removed one of his hands and moved it to the back of my head and gently pulled on my hair, moving my head to the side as he lightly bit me just above my jugular vein.

My pace on top of Andrew became uneven and slower, my muscles spasming and shaking as the spring in my abdomen which had been coiling tighter and tighter this whole time finally released. I whined and clenched my thighs around Andrew’s hips, coming to a standstill as waves of fiery pleasure ripped through my body. I gasped in a few breaths and collapsed against Alex, my breaths coming in slow heaves.

Alex let out a low chuckle and nuzzled into the crook of my neck for a moment, then pulled away slightly to speak. “You smell delightful . Like sex. Very good sex, at that.”

I let out a breathy noise, my throat dry, and took a few deep breaths before I slowly lifted myself off of Andrew. He let out a small whimper at the loss of the warmth surrounding him, and I collapsed backwards onto Alex with my full weight. He laughed slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to my temple after maneuvering me to turn to face him.

“Catch your breath, darling.” he cooed, wrapping his arms around me and running the tips of his fingers up and down my spine. “You were absolutely fantastic. Andrew’s basically just a pile of flesh and bone now.”

Andrew gave a breathy laugh and moved his hands behind his head, his elbows bent up. “Have fun watching, then, Alex?” He teased, a smile on his face.

Alex smirked and sighed out, pretending to mull over the question, then nodded. “A lovely time, as a matter of fact.”

They both laughed together and Andrew slowly sat up, hoisting himself off of the bed and rather standing next to it. I was still collapsed against Alex and he hummed and pressed a gentle kiss just behind my ear before laying me down on the plush mattress of the bed, stomach down.

He began to press small kisses against my skin, starting at the tip of my ear, then moving slowly down to the nape of my neck. I let out a heavy breath as he kissed my skin, feeling his hands gently hold my waist from above. His lips ran down my spine until he reached just above my hips, where he stopped and moved back up again.

Andrew sat back down on the bed next to where I was laying and intertwined his fingers through my hair and let out a long sigh, carding through the thick mass of hair atop my head. I hummed contentedly and allowed my eyes to flutter shut, taking a few deep breaths. We sat contentedly for a few minutes like this, and I caught my breath.

Alex’s hands eventually gave my waist a squeeze and he leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “You ready?” He questioned, and I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded. Round three. I couldn’t say I was any type of upset about the prospect. I slowly sat up and turned around to face him, and he chuckled and shook his head.

“No need to face me. Lay down at the end of the bed, love, your head at the foot of it.”

I raised my eyebrows and then gave him a questioning look, confused as to why he could possibly want me there. “Why… For what?” I slowly asked.

He shrugged and smirked at me. “I’d just like to try something, yeah? Is that alright?”

I sighed and thought about it. What could he possibly want to try? The possibilities, frankly, seemed endless. It couldn’t have been anything too extreme, I was sure he’d be aware not to do anything ridiculous. It was already insane enough to have agreed to a threesome on a whim, at what was just meant to be a houseparty.

I sighed again and swallowed hard, putting aside my trepidation and allowing excitement to take over instead. “Yeah, alright.” I replied quietly, and made my way slowly to the end of the bed, laying down the way he’d instructed me to.

I watched Andrew get off of the bed and stand aside, looking at Alex expectantly, almost as if waiting for an instruction. Alex smirked and moved to kneel in between my legs, gently resting a hand on one of my ankles.

“May I?” he asked, his other hand resting on my upper thigh. I nodded and he slowly moved closer to me, my legs spreading out beneath him. His head came to press against my entrance and I sucked in a breath a little.

Andrew laughed quietly and kneeled on the ground at the foot of the bed, his hands resting on my shoulders, his thumbs moving to massage small circles into my muscles. “Ah, darling, relax, you’ve been so tense this whole time. Believe me, if you say the word, all this can stop or change in some way. Your consent, explicit consent , is what makes this fun, hm?”

I took a deep breath and nodded, swallowing hard again. A small smile appeared on my face. “Yeah, sure. You’re– no, you’re right.”

He nodded affirmatively from above me and let his hands rest gently on my shoulders even as the motions of his massaging stopped. I looked up at Alex, waiting for his movements.

“We good?” He asked quietly, his expression full of anticipation and excitement. I nodded, and his hands came up to grip my hips gently, and he was careful to make sure that his fingers did not touch the points at which Andrew had so deeply pressed into earlier that evening. He was more careful, slower about these things than Andrew tended to be. The way they contrasted each other was lovely, especially in this situation.

I felt Alex’s hips move forward, pushing his cock into me slowly. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as he buried himself into me, and I let out a heavy breath. I hadn’t taken much time to properly look at his cock, but based on the feeling, I could tell it was slightly thicker in diameter, about the width of his two thumbs put together side by side, and it stretched me slightly more.

I jolted a little as he slowly pulled back out of me, and he tutted under his breath. “Doll, you– fuck– god, you’re lovely, but you need to be still . I need you to be still for me, okay?” He murmured, and nodded towards Andrew.

I was confused about his nod towards Andrew until his hands gently came down to hold my wrists and pull my arms above my head.

Alex smiled a little, satisfied, and looked down at me, his hands more firmly holding my hips against the mattress. “Is it alright if we hold you like this, love?” he murmured, and I gulped and nodded. Ah, this is what he meant by try something. I didn’t mind at all, I was just surprised momentarily.

“Yes, this is fine. It’s definitely alright.”

His smile grew a little larger and he nodded decisively. “Good. You say anything at all about it, and we’ll stop. One word is all you need to say.”

“Got it.”

He set a comfortable pace, not necessarily slow, but not horribly fast either. He found a comfortable middle point that seemed to be working well for both of us. His hips snapped against mine, and I found myself squirming beneath the pressure of his hands on my hips and Andrew’s hands holding my wrists above my head.

I arched my back a little, rather unsuccessfully, and let out a pant. “Oh, god.” I whined, feeling a twisting in my stomach.

“Ah– darling, you’re doing so well. Fuck . Absolutely– absolutely amazing.” He rasped, his head falling back for a moment as we both became engulfed in the sensations of it all. His hands tightened slightly for a moment as he buried himself into me over and over again, rutting his hips into mine.

I continued to squirm, and Andrew chuckled lightly from behind and leaned over me to give my jaw a kiss and a nip. I let out a strangled noise and he ran his nose over my neck, Alex rubbing his thumbs in circles against my skin.

He pulled my hips down harder onto his, seating himself back on his haunches as he found a comfortable, but faster, pace. “How are you feeling, love?” he breathed out, his head falling forward with pleasure, his eyes closing for a few moments.

I tried to string words together to properly form a sentence, but what came out amounted to what I could only describe as a whimpering type of moan. “I– Fine– Yes– oh, god. ” I almost sobbed, every sensation just piling on top of the one before it. I wanted so badly to move against him and make my clit rub up against his flesh properly, desperate to cum, yet I was being held down rather firmly.

He huffed out a response, his jaw clenching for a moment, the muscles in his neck straining. “ Christ , doll, you’re– god– Use your words. I don’t know what you need if you can’t say it, love.” he stuttered in between thrusts.

I whined and pressed my head firmly against the mattress, causing my neck to arch upwards. “I– fucking Christ – I want to cum–” I whimpered, my chest heaving. “Please?” I questioned, and he let out a low growl after I said please, his speed picking up rapidly.

“Good girl. Use your words.” He panted, his hands moving roughly down from my hips to my thighs, holding them in place around his waist as he set a brutal, but immensely satisfying pace.

I gasped in, then let out a cry, my body quaking beneath his as he drove himself in and out of me, almost frantic in his movements.

“ Christ almighty– Alex, god . Oh fuck, just like that, just there.” I gasped, my wrists straining against Andrew’s grip. He chuckled a little bit more darkly and leaned forward to kiss my forehead and then moved to nip at the tip of my ear.

“You sound nice, love. Especially with his name in your mouth, you know?” he muttered quietly, his thumbs moving in circles around my wrists.

A shiver went down my spine and a pool of fire started gathering in my stomach, and I almost sobbed again at the feeling of everything. Alex continued to slam into me, his pace unrelenting. I gasped in a breath, convulsing around him, my brain going fuzzy and my vision feeling starry as I toppled over the cliff I’d been teetering on and into the valley of my orgasm, panting and moaning beneath him.

He let out a deep, passionate sound, and his hands clutched my thighs and he stilled me. His pace stuttered and slowed down, until he stopped and threw his head back.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he growled. “You are really something else.” he slowly pulled out of me and both of their hands came off of me, and I melted into the bed, my breathing heavy.

I didn’t think I’d ever felt so spent, yet so satisfied in my entire life. I sighed out and propped myself up on my elbows, slowly. I glanced around myself. Alex had collapsed backwards onto the bed and Andrew wasn’t too far off, sitting in the armchair in one corner of the room, his breathing gentle. I laughed lightly and collapsed backwards again, shaking my head in disbelief.

Andrew stirred after a few moments and walked over to me, offering a hand. “Come on, love, let’s get you clean and comfortable.” he muttered, a gentle smile on his face.

I took his hand and stood up, sighing gently. “I suppose that is the correct course of action.”

He took me to the bathroom and started the shower for me, giving me soap and helping me into the tub, since my muscles were immensely weak and immensely sore at the time. That’ll happen when you do… whatever that was.

His hands ran through my hair gently, with shampoo and conditioner to get it washed properly. Andrew had a lot of hair, he knew how to handle the basics. He had to or else he’d look absolutely horrific all the time.

Around half an hour later, we’d both managed to get clean, and soon enough, he’d managed to kick Alex out of the guest room to go get cleaned up as well. I curled up in the bed, wearing one of Andrew’s shirts as pajamas, and let out a deep sigh.

We each went our separate ways that night for sleeping, as Andrew had purchased a needlessly large house for himself, and went to bed. It was some of the best sleep I’d ever had in my life.

The next morning, as I was walking out of his home, I turned to him and laughed a little. “Same time next week?”