#bylillian

Darcy unzipped Steve’s jeans, running her tongue over her teeth while popping open the top button and slinking her hand inside.

Clint helped her get Steve’s jeans down before sliding in behind her. He rolled with the punches rather well, and that adaptability was not failing him now.

Steve had sort of walked in on Clint and Darcy and instead of having hurt feelings, his eyes had darkened. He’d instantly palmed at himself while Darcy sucked hard on Clint’s dick in her mouth, leaving him shiny with spit when she moved over to include Steve as well.

“Been wanting this for so long,” he murmured, shimmying out of his pants and rucking his shirt up and over his head. That was a surprise, but then again, Steve wasn’t one for using his words when he wanted something. It absolutely tracked that he’d kept that little tidbit to himself out of respect for Darcy and not wanting to scare her off.

Thing was, Darcy was the least scareable person ever.

Scareable might not be a word, but she was sort of busy with other things. Coming up with words wasn’t paramount.

Darcy licked her lips and tugged down Steve’s jockeys. “You want front or back?” she asked.

“Front,” he said immediately, moving forward and pressing the tip of his cock against her lips. Her tongue came out to swipe at it.

“Should have told us you wanted this...” Clint said softly, moving around behind Darcy. “It’s been helping get us off for weeks, talking about you joining us.”

“God,” Steve hissed, his head falling back as Darcy sucked him into her mouth.

“So which one are we edging?” Clint asked, his hand disappearing behind Darcy and making Steve realize he was fingering her, given how she sucked harder on him when he did it.

“Darcy,” Steve murmured, resulting in her groaning deeply around his cock. “I can do this all day.”

Clint smirked and landed a smack on Darcy’s ass. “That okay, babe?”

She hummed in agreement, pressing her ass back towards him.

He must have pressed more fingers into her because she started whimpering around Steve’s cock.

Clint grinned.“She likes that.”

Darcy certainly did like that.

Her body pulsed as Clint pumped his fingers in and out of her body.

Steve’s cock was hard and hot in her mouth and it gave her something other than Clint trying to edge her off with his fingers to focus on.

Of course, then he pressed two fingers from his other hand against her clit and slowly swirled them around the tiny nub, making her body clench around his fingers and making her moan around Steve’s cock. It was hard not to focus on that.

Steve’s hand was in her hair and she took him back deeper, as deep as she could. Steve was great about not pushing her past what she could handle, so he let her experiment, simply running his fingers through her hair instead of using it to force her head down farther.

If she had to call it anything, his hyper-control made all of this so much hotter.

Her pussy pulsed with raw arousal as Clint ceased his teasing of her clit and withdrew his fingers, only to replace them with his cock.

He was thick and hard, pressing into her slowly to get her used to his girth. She whimpered and he pressed his slicked up fingers against her asshole, making her freeze in place as Clint started to move, to piston his fingers and his hips.

She let out a strangled sound as Steve moaned and pushed her hair out of the way. She couldn’t do much more than being a hole for him to fuck, not when Clint was doing what he was doing. Which was filling her up in every way.

Steve didn’t seem to mind fucking her mouth, in fact, she felt him get harder and harder the more he did, whimpering before warning her that he was about to cum.

She sucked him the best she could and was rewarded with his cum splattering onto her tongue.

As she swallowed around him, Steve shook and sat back.

Clint’s hips were still slamming into her. “Can I... Darcy, can I put it in your...”

“In my ass, yes...” she groaned. More at the loss of his cock in her pussy, but it felt so good as he pushed into her ass. Steve had crawled around to watch, moaning, and stroking his cock while he watched Clint’s going in and out of her. He wasn’t kidding. He really could do this all day.

“How long are we edging her?”

“She can go hours if you play her clit right,” Clint replied. “Otherwise, until she begs.”

She was moaning as Clint rammed into her, absolutely railing her ass and making her convulse, but not cum, not cum because he was in her ass and not her pussy and nothing was touching what she needed to have touched.

She groaned and Clint finished, making her shudder when he pulled out

And Steve moved in under her, licking her clit and making her groan the longer he teased her.

He never really ramped up or stopped, just kept a steady pressure and rhythm until she was practically vibrating with need.

She warned Steve she was about to cum, but it didn’t keep Clint from sliding clean fingers into her pussy and forcing her orgasm a few minutes later, making her practically scream and shake apart over Steve’s mouth.

She rolled over on her back. “Fuck... why haven’t we done that before?”

“Dunno,” Clint said. “Might need to make that a regular thing...”

“Let me just---“ Darcy shifted around again to sniff on the other side to make sure, and felt something bump her in the ass. “Oh.”

“Oh,” he echoed, sighing and trying to press back into the wall. As if that was going to magic away his awkward boner.

“I can turn around if you want?” she said. “Maybe there will be more room?”

“I mean, if you want, just be careful and don’t knock something over... don’t want to alert them to where we are...I could save you, but I don’t know what that would entail and I’m not willing to find out for nothing.”

She rose on her toes and started to slowly turn. “To be fair, I wouldn’t have noticed if it was nothing.” She was turned around enough to wink at him and he huffed out a laugh.

“You’re not helping.”

“I’m not? How would that go?” she brought one leg up to prop it on the wall adjacent, smirking when it took the pressure off his hips. “There?”

“You have no idea how much that’s not helping,” he hissed.

“I mean... we don’t have anything else to do... maybe I could help it for real?” she offered.

Dean arched an eyebrow and grabbed her hand before it moved down between them. “Maybe when we’re actually safe. We can celebrate by---“

“Boning?” Darcy offered, smirking a little.