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Ruby Sessions, Part III | A One-Shot

Title: Ruby Sessions, Part III: If Two’s Company, and Three’s a Crowd, then..? Author: @sippin-on-red-wine Rating: SUPER MATURE Word Count: 5,825 Author’s Note: The filth is really real, folks.

It’s late, ungodly late. You’re piling into a nondescript black Volkswagen van, bright pops of light from the Paps blinding you the whole way. You climb into the van, holding your dress down your ass, as to not accidentally give the Daily Mail something to run tomorrow. Ed is behind you, anyway, so hopefully he blocks the view a bit.

James and his girlfriend, Claire, are in the van already as you climb in and claim a seat, Ed’s hands reluctant to let you go as he follows you into the vehicle. Kev slides the van door shut and finally, relief from the constant bombardment of camera flashes and douchebags yelling things out.

James has somehow procured a bottle of bubbly, and he pops it open as the driver pulls away from the club. “Cheers!” He shouts, his signature jovial-with-a-side-of-sarcasm tone filling the confines of the van. James takes a long swig of the champagne and passes the bottle to Claire.

She looks electrically hot in her club outfit; a white halter top, featuring a plunging neckline, tucked into a charcoal gray high-waisted skirt. Her skirt is short but she’s paired it with these sultry over-the-knee boots in a deep scarlet color. Her body is adorned in spindly silver jewelry, bangles up both of her wrists, a delicate, long silver chain necklace chasing her deep neck-line, silver hoops in both of her ears. Her blonde hair is coiffed in the ultimate beach wave, and for just a moment, you’re envious of her fair features, so drastically different from your dark ones. She’s tall, thin, leggy, blonde with sapphire blue eyes.

She’s the exact opposite of you: on the petite side, busty, full hips - you’ve got an hourglass figure that’s, thankfully, “on trend” now, but it wasn’t always that way. Your rich, dark hair is the deepest shade of brown, nearly black depending on the lighting. Your mahogany brown eyes are speckled with little flakes of gold. You weren’t feeling super sexy when you dressed for the evening, so you stuck with a safe favorite: a sheer black lace bodysuit, long sleeved, tucked into high-waisted black jeans that clung to you like a second skin. You casually grabbed a random pair of strappy black heels on your way out the door, having spent most of your allotted time on your hair & makeup, the perfectionist in you getting caught up in the ultimate blown-out smokey eyeshadow look. You’d tried to get some volume in the roots of your hair, but, for the most part is just hung down in long, straight sheets.

It’s Ed’s turn for champagne next, and you can see his adam’s apple moving in succession with each glug of the blubby that he swallows down. He’s in rare form tonight, likely egged on by James’ party antics. You haven’t seen him so tipsy in a while.

James had semi-recently gone through a divorce, and was enthusiastic about being back on the party circuit.

Ed cries out, “Who’s up for the after party?!”, His animated hands coming to life as they so often did.

You groaned, your tired feet sore from the shoes you had worn all night. Ed & James had resigned pretty early on in the night to getting totally pissed, so you & Claire had hit the dance floor for most of the night, fending off advancing men by grinding up on each other, arms thrown around one another’s neck, insisting he wasn’t either of your type.

It’s not to say that you hadn’t had your fair share of alcohol either, though. You were definitely feeling good, thanks to an endless wave of gin & tonics that always happened to find their way into your hand, courtesy of your lovely, instigator of a boyfriend.

James’ face lights up as Ed mentions “After Party”, and you hate to be the party pooper, but you speak up. “Abso not, lovies, my feet are fucking killing me.”

Claire pipes in, “Oh God, same, I am dying to get these boots off.. ugh.”

Ed pouts momentarily, just for a second, and then the lightbulb pops in. “Baby, can we at least go home and keep the party going there? You two can get into your sweats?”

You glance over at Claire and she’s on board, a high-pitched “Yass!” giving away her slightly younger age.

The truth is, you’re horny as fuck. It’s been a long night already and Ed is looking fly as hell in his dark wash jeans, black trainers, and red&black plaid button down. He’s scruffy, and his lips are flushed pink from the tequila he’s been shooting all night. You’ve hardly been near him the whole night, and you’d love nothing more than to rip his clothes off the second you walk in the door to your London home and beg him to fuck you until you’re screaming.

But, on the other hand, you were having a good time. Ed leans up toward the driver and confirms we are going home, finally passing the champagne bottle to you. There’s not a whole lot left and you signal a casual Fuck It with your shoulders and down the rest of the fizzy, golden liquid.

Before long, your little group is spilling into your foyer, Ed switching on all the lights. You may your way into the kitchen and James feels just at home, hopping in and helping Ed grab down glasses, mixers, liquor bottles.

“Claire, do you want to borrow some comfy clothes to change into?” You offer. She nods and you lead her up the staircase to the master bedroom.

She follows you into the expansive walk-in closet, regaling the tale of one of the many weirdos who had tried to hit on you two tonight. You laugh, imitating his dumbstruck face when Claire had clung onto you, her leg coming up to wrap around your waist, her delicate hand resting on your breast. The dude looked like he had just nutted in his pants and the two of you had promptly had a fit of laughter right then, in front of him, and about ten more times throughout the night.

You pull open a drawer and rummage through, grabbing a couple of pairs of soft sweats, tossing one to Claire. She starts to strip down, unzipping her tall boots, shimmy-ing out of her tight skirt, the fabric clinging to her tanned legs as she tugs it down. You turn away, you hadn’t really expected her to just drop her clothes right then and there. But she doesn’t have anything you haven’t seen before, so you remind yourself it’s no big deal and start to do the same. You groan in pleasure as the strappy heels come off your feet, and as soon as they’re kicked to the side, you see out of your peripheral vision that Claire is totally butt naked. She hadn’t worn panties OR a bra under her club outfit. Holy shit. You admire the long, lean lines of her tanned skin. Her tits have to be fake, there’s no way they would sit so perky on her chest on their own. You can’t help but notice that her mound is bare, much like your own, and your eyes travel up to her pierced belly button before you snap out of it.

“I’ve got t-shirts and camis in that drawer behind you,” you nod toward her.

She’s pulling on the pink velvety lounge pants you tossed her as she turns around to tug that drawer open. You unbutton the high-waisted, skin tight jeans you’re wearing and revel in the feeling of pulling them off, your thighs finally getting a chance to breathe. You shrug out of your bodysuit next, stealing a glance over at Claire who is pulling a white cami on over her bare torso. You suddenly feel a little naughty and a little brave, probably fueled by the G&T’s, grinding at the club, and the sheer fact that you can’t tear your eyes away from the girl who had been prancing around panty-less all night, without you knowing. She’s totally enchanting, and some small voice in your brain tells you that you shouldn’t be thinking this way, but you promptly tell that voice to shut it.

So you peel off your bra, and panties too, discarding them in the pile of clothes lying in the center of the room. You reach for the black yoga pants you had pulled out for yourself and swear you can feel Claire’s eyes on your body now, slyly stealing glances from over in the corner. You’re not sure why, but the thought that she may be as intrigued by your body as you are by hers is strangely empowering.

You would normally throw on a comfy lace bralette to lounge around in, but this little game you’re playing with yourself encourages you to forgo a bra at all, and so you cross over to Claire, playing casual as your tits bounce with each step. You reach into the drawer and pull out a white cami just like hers.

“You’re really beautiful, you know,” Claire blurts out as you tug the soft, white fabric down over your stomach. Her hand floats out to flick the hair off your shoulder, and she traces down the length of your arm with a light touch.

“Um, thank you, so are you,” you reply, noting in your head that you sound sort of stupid. “Let’s get back downstairs before the boys have drunk all the alcohol in the house without us.”

“Let’s!” She cries out, looping her arm through yours. Okay, you think. The two of you pad down the carpeted hallway and before you reach the top of the stairs, you can hear that James & Ed have turned on the stereo and are having a rather loud conversation with one another.

Your arms separate as you stride into the kitchen. Ed walks back to the little makeshift bar he and James had set up and grabs two highball glasses, handing one to Claire. He stops in his tracks when he turns to hand you the clear cocktail. His eyes are trained on your chest and you glance down, realizing the little buds of your nipples are hard, which is super eminent through the light fabric of the camisole you’re wearing. You promptly cross an arm over your chest, but it was too late. It was probably noticeable that you weren’t wearing a bra to begin with, let alone with your nips standing at full attention.

Ed leans in, close to your ear, and quietly whispers, “You look like a fucking snack, love, Jesus Christ, do you even know what you do to me?” His hands are rubbing your hips and you can feel the bulge in his jeans growing as he presses up against you.

“We have guests,” you hiss back, pushing him away playfully.

He groans under his breath and swivels around, James and Claire coming into focus on the other side of the granite-topped kitchen island. They’re swept up in a similar embrace, promptly disconnecting once they realize we’re both now watching them.

Everyone snaps back to reality, the one where we’re just two couples trying to maintain our buzz by drinking cocktails and hanging out in the kitchen. But there’s a definite shift in the mood, the atmosphere, and you are all feeling it.

James walks over to the stereo and hits the Next button, and an old 90’s rap jam comes on. All four of you jump in, singing along to whatever random words you happen to know. Ed, of course, knows all of them and James is struggling to try to keep up. The two of them are in constant competition with one another - to the point that it’s often annoying. They had been wrapped up in an argument once over a stupid movie quote, neither one willing to admit they might be wrong, when you had blurted out “Oh, why don’t you gorillas take out a ruler and just measure them, you twats,” and instead of backing down from their argument, their faces both contorted into a look of confusion until they realized what you had meant, and then actually considered doing it.

The song is ending now, a shit-grin plastered over Ed’s face. He’s clearly very pleased with himself.

“Aw, fuck off, mate,” James heads back toward our little bar and pours himself another cocktail.

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, pet? Ed teases back at him. He’s being a little shit, you know, but with his tousled hair, and the thick black frames of his specs sitting on his peachy pale complexion, you can’t help but admire him. Besides, the banter between James & Ed has been nearly constant since the beginning of time, you imagine. It’s certainly been that way for as long as you’ve known them.

James saunters over to where Claire is perched up in the kitchen standing in front of the corner cabinet. She’s looking a bit sleepy now, so James hoists her up onto the countertop and kisses her. The two of them are still in their “honeymoon” phase, the constant can’t-keep-my-hands-off-of-you sexual vibes following them wherever they go.

“Oy, you need a room, you two? Take the guest bed down the hall, there’s lube & a vibrator in the nightstand,” Ed jokes. At least you hope he’s joking.

“Edward!” You cry out, jabbing at his shoulder.

“Don’t need a vibrator to get my girl off, mate,” James fires back. “Drive her crazy all night long with nothing but my God-Given abilities, innit?”

“I guarantee I am a better lover than you, James, you’re a pretty boy, all fluffy hair and blue eyes, silky voice like a fucken angel. Some of us were born with RED HAIR and had to work at it a little harder, yeah?”

“Prove it, then, mate,” it spills out of James’ mouth, maybe before he had a chance to really even decide to say it.

He’s taken aback. “Prove what?”

“Let’s see who can get their girl off more times tonight,” it falls from James’ mouth so casually, like it was as normal as seeing who could hold their breath the longest, or fit the most Maltesers in their mouth.

“Nah, mate, I’m not standing in to referee THAT to make sure you don’t cheat,” Ed chuffs.

Claire’s eyes darted over to mine, looking for my reaction. Her creamy pink lips were parted, slightly, and I gave her a little nod.

“We could take them downstairs, Teddy?” You mewl in his ear.

You, James & Claire stand behind Ed as he punches the passcode into the keypad on the door. “The fuck d’you have in there, mate?” James asks, not bothering to hide his curiosity. The door swings forward, and Ed hits the dimmer knob for the recessed lighting, casting a dim glow over the entire room.

You pull at the buttons on Ed’s flannel shirt, separating each one diligently. You glance over at Claire, who’s looking to you. She starts to tug up the hem of James’ t-shirt. You turn your attention back to Ed, kissing his neck as you continue to work down the buttons on his shirt.

Ed’s bare chested, his lower body still clad in the dark denim of his jeans. He flits over to the bureau and pulls out a long lighter and goes about the room, lighting all the candles that are peppered on every surface. Claire and James are making out, she’s still dressed in the loose velvet lounge pants and tight tank-top. James has both his hands on her ass, pulling her body into his as their tongues swirl and roll and make light sucking noises.

You’re jealous, you want to feel Ed on your body, and so you cross the room to where he is lighting more candles and gently take the lighter from his hands, setting it down. You pull him toward the massive bed that sits atop the platform. He trails behind you, following as you climb the three steps and draw nearer to the bed. You sit on the edge, facing him, and he gently lowers your back down to the mattress, covering your body with his, his voice in your ear, no longer cocky, “Are you sure about this?” he breathes.

“Yes, Teddy,” you want to assure him further, but your brain draws a blank. You’re a mix bag of emotion - nerves, but moreso excitement. This is something you’ve never done… but Ed has. You try not to think back to the night you’d had that conversation, but you know that this isn’t a totally foreign concept to him. You didn’t ask too many questions, you were too jealous for that, but now you’re left wondering if James is the one he had done it with.

“Baby, if you want to stop, just tell me, okay?”

“Okay, Teddy,”

“It’s just you & me, love, I’m gonna make you feel so good…” His hands are moving down your body, landing on the stretchy top of your black yoga pants. He begins pulling them down tantalizingly slow, chasing the fabric with his mouth as he rains down little kisses on each inch of your skin that appears as the yoga pants are stripped away. You feel a slight depression on the bed and realize that James has just plunked Claire down on the opposite side and, as far as you can see, is working on ridding her of her bottoms as well. The two of you are nearly head-to-head.

You snap back, focusing on the feel of Ed’s mouth on your skin. He’s tugging the fabric down off your ankles now, running his flattened palms back up and over your legs. He doesn’t move to take your camisole off, not yet, at least, and you wonder if he is worried that you may not want to be fully nude in front of James and Claire.

Your inhibition is already three sheets to the wind, though, and you sort of hope that Claire’s is, too. A vision of her from upstairs in the master closet floats across your eyes again, her taut, toned abs and full perky breasts. So you reach down and swiftly pull the tank-top over your head, tossing it down onto the platform, hoping she will follow suit.

She does.

Ed is nipping at your inner thighs, gently sinking his teeth into your soft flesh while his fingertips dance over your slit. He’s teasing you, he knows your body so well, knows how to get you to come super hard. And that’s what he wants, ultimately, to watch you come undone under his influence. He loves to get you off, he’ll often slip his hand up into your sex when you’re just cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, or sometimes even out in public, if he can manage to be discreet. He’ll quickly bring you to climax with just his fingers and expect nothing in return, he just likes the satisfaction of knowing your body is putty in his exceptionally skilled hands. But tonight there’s an added incentive, because Ed is the most competitive person you know, and he wants to make you come, HARD, over and over again, to “prove” to his friend that he’s the better lover.

That same little voice in your head that told you to look away from Claire’s naked body has popped up again, and you briefly wonder if you should be okay with this misogynistic display of caveman-like bravado. But, frankly, this is hot as fuck and you truly couldn’t care less.

You can feel Ed’s warm breath on your pussy as he continues to tease you, dipping his tongue into your folds, but just barely. He slips his middle finger into your wet hole and it’s enough pleasure that you moan out, wrapping your thighs around his neck. Claire is groaning already too, and between her little outbursts you can actually hear the sloppy sounds of James lapping at her cunt.

Her sex sounds only serve to encourage Ed, and he’s adding a second finger as his tongue starts to lick you properly, painting a wide stripe up your slit. “…tastes so fucking good…” he whispers before plunging back in. You grab a fistful of his coppery red locks and push his head down further into you, you’re tired of waiting, the whole evening had felt like extended foreplay and you’re so turned on by this new experience and a new, female body and you’re just ready to let go.

He’s working you slowly, sucking your lips into his mouth, lazily flicking his tongue over your clit.

“Fucking eat me out, Teddy,” you rasp, maintaining your grip on his silky locks. He moans openly into your pussy, rewarding your dirty hot mouth by zoning in on your clit - Finally. He’s cupping the whole area with his mouth, suckling the sensitive little bud as his fingers thrust in and out of you, stroking your front wall as they drag by.

Claire reaches above her head to grab a fistful of sheets, you can see the action out of the corner of your eye because her hand is nearby to your head.

The pressure is building low in your core when Ed pulls away. “Turn over, kitten, on your knees,” and you quickly comply. You flip over onto your front and raise your hips back on your knees. Ed is kneeling before the bed on the platform, and he promptly dives back into your dripping wet pussy, eating you from behind.

You’re holding your weight up on your forearms. Claire is still on her back, you can see James’ light brown hair down between her thighs. She’s so close, if you wanted to, you could just…reach forward and kiss her.

But then Ed is dipping his thumb into your wet folds, you know it because you can feel the difference in thickness compared to his other fingers. He swirls it around, just inside of your entrance, then slowly drags it back out, bringing it up to your little puckered hole back there. His mouth is off you, momentarily, as he presses his thumb against your asshole. You breathe, relax, and let him push in, those ultra-delicate nerve endings lighting up with each millimeter deeper that he goes. He works his thumb into your tight asshole and then his mouth is suddenly back with a vengeance, lapping at your pussy as he begins to thrust his thumb gently in-and-out of you.

Just then, Claire cries out, you watch as she clamps her eyes closed, holding onto the sheets for dear life as her torso writhes on the mattress, James still sucking at her clit as she comes undone right before your eyes.

She’s barely done moaning when you hear her breathe out, “J, need you, inside, now, baby, please?” and her voice is so sweet, yet sultry at the same time. James makes quick work of his belt buckle, shucking his pants and palming his cock.

You shut your eyes, now, focusing on Ed’s tongue fucking in and out of your opening. His finger stroking your tight hole, combined with his tongue lapping through your folds is exquisite, but you’re distracted. You need him there on your clit, but his tongue can’t get a good angle from behind.

Claire moans as James sinks his cock in, pumping slowly in and out of her. The sound forces your eyes back open and you find that she’s staring back at you, not her lover as he penetrates her.

Ed manipulates his free hand up underneath you and finds your clit, rubbing little circles over and over it. “Fuck,” you cry out, the trifecta of ultimate sensations forming together to create the perfect storm. You’re panting, trying to stave off your orgasm, wanting to balance on the edge for as long as you fucking can. Your belly is tight and, out of nowhere, Claire reaches up to you, burying her hands in your hair. She pulls your face down to hers, upside-down as it may be, and kisses you. Her pale lips are gentle at first, but soon her tongue probes at your mouth and you part your lips for her, letting her inside, and as your tongues start to swirl together, you fucking lose it, you’re falling, it feels so good that it almost hurts and you forget the mechanics of a kiss and instead moan out into her open mouth. She doesn’t loosen her grip on your hair at all. You cry out and your body is trembling as Ed gently pulls his thumb from your ass, tearing his tongue from your pussy.

You catch your breath and re-initiate the kiss with Claire. Ed must be sitting back on his heels, probably wiping his face with the back of his hand. He sees you two, then, and you hear a faint “Bloody hell,” fall from his mouth. James, too, is staring - transfixed, but he’s still pumping in and out of her, her legs all wrapped up around his waist.

You’re pushing your tongue into her mouth, exploring it gently. She kisses so softly, not at all the way Ed does. It’s almost hesitant, it’s slow, it’s deliberate and purposeful. Not the heady, passionate, need-you-right-now kind of kiss that you & Ed usually share during sex.

You hear the metal clasp of Ed’s belt buckle and assume he must be dying to get inside you. Poor boy, you muse, picturing the way his thick cock looks when it’s aching with need.

The next thing you feel is the plump mushroom head of his cock lining up with your entrance. You draw in a sharp breath, breaking your kiss with Claire, but she holds your head to hers, forehead pressed to forehead.

Ed rubs his tip up and down your slit, spreading your wetness over his length. “Yeah, baby?” He asks, and you nod. He groans as he sinks into you, slowly. It always feels deeper when he fucks you from behind like this, and he gives you time to adjust to his fullness.

But there’s Claire’s mouth, again, seeking yours out. She moans into your open mouth a bit, and you think James must be thrusting in a little deeper now, based on the way her head slides over the sheets.

Ed is fully fucking buried in you, now, pumping in and out of you in long, unhurried strokes. He leans down over you, pressing his chest to your back. He finds your ear, “You like kissing her, don’t you kitten? …. So fucking hot….”

Now it’s your turn to moan into Claire’s pretty mouth as Ed slams his hips into yours, thudding up against your back wall.

You break away from Claire, gasping for air. He repeats this pattern, fucking you in slow strokes followed by a hard thrust, slamming into you. You’re practically panting, clenching on his dick inside you with each hard thrust.

Claire is moaning constantly now, with James at her helm.

Ed leans back down over you, “Why don’t you…help her out, love,” and your mind instantly starts to race. Does he mean…?

Claire is beautiful, sexy even, yes. But what really has you worked up is Ed watching you with her, even encouraging you. You’ve always loved to put on a show for him, and this was no time to make an exception.

And so you balance all your weight on one hand, reaching the other tentatively down Clare’s body. You can just barely reach, your body stretched to the max. You press your fingertips down on her clit, just inches from where James’ cock is disappearing into her pink flesh.

She’s instantly responding, her soft moans turning to a raspy whine as she cries out, “Oh, fuck, yes!” and James looks down at your delicate fingers rubbing over her in little circles, his hands planted on her hips, driving into her over and over and over.

Her belly quivers and quakes, and she twists her hands up to your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers.

Ed is silent, just thrusting in and out of you, not with any kind of intent to finish. He’s just enjoying what’s happening right before his eyes.

“Claire,” you mutter, “Are you close?”

“Yes,” she whines back.

You intensify the pressure on her clit, grinding your fingertips over the top of her slit. “Let go, Claire, come all over James’ cock, you know you want to..” you let your voice trail off.

And boy, does she come.

You ease off of her as she twists and contorts riding out the aftershocks of her second orgasm.

Ed takes advantage of the transition by pulling out of your pussy and finally making his way onto the bed with you. He flips you over and his mouth crashes down on yours, his knee nudging yours apart as he settles back in between your legs, lining up with your slick entrance and sinking back into you, in one fell swoop. You faintly hear what you think might be James coming, emptying himself into the beautiful blonde.

“Gon’ make you come so hard now, baby,” he breathes as he’s slamming his rigid length into you. He picks up your ankles and holds them up above you, pressing them into his shoulders.

Out of left field comes Claire, her long blonde waves showing their wear after rocking two orgasms already. She looks sated; her eyes blown wide. You watch as she crawls across the bed on hands and knees, leaving James behind her. His eyes are fixed on her ass as it sways with her movements.

This is all so distracting, you think, as you turn your attention back to Ed. He’s glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his fingers digging into flesh as he works his girthy erection in and out of you.

Claire’s hand reaches up and over your belly, and you wonder if she wants to repay the favor you gave her. But her intentions become clear as her head chases that hand, her milky pink lips inching toward your cunt as Ed’s cock drills into you.

Your breath hitches, anticipating where this may be going.

Ed’s hands are holding the tops of your thighs, legs closed around him. His eyes are fixed on his cock, watching as he slows his pace and fucks into you, then pulls all the way back out, so he can watch himself penetrate you over and over and over and it’s deliriously slow, but the feeling of that hard ridge of the head of his massive cock dragging out of your opening is just ACE.

James’ head disappears back behind Claire, who’s propped up on all fours. He must be eating her out from behind, like Teddy had done to you earlier.

Claire leans forward, looking up at you apprehensively. Her mouth drops open and you watch as she inches closer and closer to your pussy, her tongue finally coming to land on your clit.

Ed is visibly speechless, but he adjusts one of your legs down his body so that your hips open up a little more. He brushes Claire’s long blonde hair off of her face, pushing it all to one side.

Her tongue is floaty like a butterfly, not at all what you’re used to. You don’t realize how tense you’re holding yourself until Ed reaches a hand down to your belly and says, “Relax, love, I’ve got you…”

He’s stopped his little edging game and is thrusting into you in a slow but steady pace.

Claire’s tongue dances over your clit, flicking it one way and the next. It’s not necessarily your cup of tea, just because she’s not, well, Ed.

You watch as he smoothes her hair away from her face again, eyes transfixed on her mouth on you. His voice is low in his throat, quiet but not a whisper. “No, up more… yeah…. Flatten your tongue a bit… good, try little circles…”

She’s following direction very well and you don’t know if it’s the stimulus of her warm tongue on your clit, Ed filling you up completely with his cock, or the image of him stroking her hair and telling her what you like - but this is fucking intense and you’re already trying not to come.

Ed looks up to your face, seeking out your reaction. This isn’t something you two have ever talked about, or even what had been intended when you had decided to move your little party downstairs. “You like that, love, don’t you? ’S feel good, baby? You like Claire’s tongue on your pretty little clit while I fuck you?” He asks.

Claire chooses this moment to moan artfully over your pussy, and the vibrations shake you to your core. Her tongue is light, teasing, none of the pressure that you love to get from Ed’s mouth. You’re close already, you just need a little… more.

You snake your hand down your body, admiring the blonde waves that cascade over your waist. You tuck a hand into her hair and nudge her head a bit, trying to get your point across.

But Ed’s on you in an instant, gripping your wrists and pinning them down above your head. “That’s not very polite, love, she’s a guest, remember?”

You squirm under the hold he’s got on you, which only serves to egg them both on more. Her tongue is pulsing over the entirety of your clit as Ed fucks into you, over and over, and there’s something about the way his vee lines look and her blonde hair against the backdrop of his tatted torso that just… unf.

“Come on, kitten, give us one more,” he goads and it tips you off the edge, you buck your pelvis up into Claire’s face as your orgasm hits, stronger even than the last two, and you feel Ed’s hips stutter against yours, the telltale sign that he’s filling you up at this very moment. “Fuck!” he cries, it makes you wonder if he even knew it was coming.

Claire replaces her mouth with a flattened hand, applying pressure to your mound while the waves of your orgasm crest over your body. It feels nice, kind of grounding, even.

Ed’s strawberry lips are parted, his hooded eyes half closed, as he reluctantly pulls out of you. His hot, sticky seed spilling out of your slick hole.

But Claire shifts to fill the void Teddy leaves between your legs and it’s just the quick length of a blink before you realize what she’s done. Her soft tongue is lapping at you, swallowing his seed down, cleaning his come off and out of you.

You watch her; dumbstruck, and look up to realize Ed & James share a similar look splashed across their faces.

“Mate?” James asks.

“Yeah?”

“I think we both lost.”

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