Page 8 of Three of Hearts

We both scurried to the bed, lying down side by side Quincy positioned himself between Niecy's legs and lowered himself inside her, causing her to take a sharp inhale, her back arching off the mattress. A performance they'd rehearsed for so long butnever had an audience to witness. It was award-worthy, the way their lush brown bodies molded together, his muscles flexing as he moved, her softness yielding to his hardness. I envied the way he made love to her only because I yearned to exist in that sacred space with them, to be the bridge between their intimacy. As that thought crossed my mind, she pulled me in closer, turning her head so we were eye-to-eye while she took every smooth, powerful stroke, her gaze locked on mine, sharing this with me even as he filled her.

"Is he making you feel good, baby?" I asked, selfishly letting my fingers circle her clit while he slid in and out, the friction of my fingers against her adding to the friction of him inside her.

"Yessss," she moaned, the sound drawn out and guttural.

"You gon' show Nikki what a good girl you are and cum for daddy?"

Oh, he was one of those. Dangerous. Lethal, actually. The kind of man who knew exactly what words would unravel you. But I wasn't any better because I loved talking my girl through it too, loved watching her fall apart under my voice.

"Make that pretty pussy squirt for us, baby," I encouraged, my voice dropping to a whisper, causing her to cry out, her body tensing.

"I'm about to cum," she panted, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and sweating.

We didn't let up on our aligned efforts even after her body convulsed against ours, her orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clenching around him. Quincy only slowed down as a courtesy to let her regain her composure, his thrusts becoming languid and gentle.

"Sit on my face, Nikki." Her voice was small and tired but that didn't stop her from pulling me into position, her hands insistent on my hips. I straddled her with my back to Quincy until I felt the sharp sting from a slap on my ass.

"Turn around," he commanded. I obeyed and damn near collapsed once I felt her soft tongue glide across my pussy, tentative at first, then more confident, while Quincy sucked my nipples, his tongue flicking against the hardened peaks. I didn't think I could experience a pleasure greater than that until he lowered his head and sucked my clit while I bounced on her tongue, the dual sensation overwhelming and my mind going blank. I shuddered so hard I felt my leg cramp and my toes curl, but the adrenaline wouldn't let me stop until Quincy rose back up to let me taste myself on his lips.

"You're fuckin' delicious, mama," he said as I smiled against his lips.

Traditional penetration had never been a requirement for me, but I was cursing myself for not having the foresight to bring protection because I wanted this man inside me so bad, wanted to feel that stretch as he filled me. I wasn't on birth control, and I wasn't about to break the momentum of the chemistry taking place by making the request for him to acquire a condom. I was more than content with the otherworldly orgasms I had already received. Besides, my unexplored kinks didn't require a condom.

"Can you fill her up for me, Q?" I asked between our sloppy kisses, my tongue tracing his lower lip. His response came in the form of deeper, urgent thrusts that would only end in his undoing and calling us some nasty ass sluts, the words spilling from him as he lost control. I was starving for it, wanting to taste the fruit of their passion, to drink them both down. The primal groan he let out as he came inside Niecy was so fuckingsexy the request for that condom almost slipped out. He pulled out slowly, his dick still twitching, and I cleaned him off first, savoring their salty-sweet essence, the taste of them mixed together decadent. Then I tended to her swollen, sensitive pussy, making sure to lick up every last drop he left inside her.

"Don't be greedy," she said, motioning for me. I leaned over her, letting his cum drip from my mouth into hers, then kissed her, swapping the sticky mess until we both swallowed our portion, the intimacy of it overwhelming. We all collapsed in a sweaty pile with Niecy nestled in between us, our limbs tangled, our breathing ragged. Quincy was massaging our bodies as he held us both in his arms, his hands large and warm against our skin. I'd never felt safer or more seen than I had in that moment, the intensity of it almost overwhelming.

"You two are perfect," he whispered, his affirmation landing as we attempted to recover from our climaxes to no avail, our bodies too spent to move. We all fell victim to our exhaustion, falling asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 8

Denise

An overwhelming feeling of wholeness swept over me as I stirred awake, still sandwiched between Quincy and Nikki. Nikki's breasts were pressed warm and soft against my stomach and her head rested on my chest. I couldn't help but get lost in the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, the rhythm of it, the intimacy of it, the way her body melted into mine. In all the books I'd read about polyamory, none had done this feeling justice. Even as a writer, I couldn't quite find the words for it. Completeness, maybe. But somehow that wasn't enough for the fullness my heart felt laying here between the love of my life and this majestic woman who I'd only known for less than twenty-four hours. It didn't make sense. How captivated I was by her. How I didn't feel an ounce of jealousy when she and Quincy touched. It was as if her pleasure had become my own, as if every gasp she made was wired directly to my core.

I don't know if I woke her or if she was already awake, but she looked up at me through heavy-lidded eyes and smiled.

"Hi," she said sleepily

"Hi, beautiful," I said, pushing some of her locs away from her face, my fingers lingering against her jaw.

"What time is it?" she asked, shifting slightly so her leg slid between mine. It was still dark outside, so I knew we hadn't slept very long. I also knew we were going to look and feel a mess in the morning if we didn't hydrate and attempt to get some typeof nutrition into our bodies, though right then, with her warmth seeping into me, I couldn't bring myself to move.

"I don't know, but I'm starving."

"I should probably get back to my room so you guys can start your morning," she said, sitting up, the sheet pooling at her waist and exposing the curve of her back and the marks I'd left there.

"Let us at least feed you before you go. I'll order room service," Quincy said, eyes still closed but rolling over to grab the phone, his hand finding her hip possessively.

"Yeah, stay," I pleaded with my eyes, my hand finding the small of her back, tracing the indentation of her spine.

"You guys sure?"

"Yes," we said in unison. She bit her lower lip, holding back a smile, and my heart stuttered in my chest, my body remembering exactly what that beautiful mouth of hers could do.

We all took turns in the restroom freshening up while we waited for the room service delivery. We had naturally fallen back into the cuddled position we'd been in, making random small talk. But this time she was in the middle, her back to me, my arm draped around her waist aimlessly caressing her stomach and her head on Quincy's chest while his fingers traced lazy patterns up and down her arm.

"Do you have a favorite book?" she asked.