Chapter 356: Dream Threesome 3 [Kelly vs Elena]

Kelly moved first.

She shifted on the bed, turning away from him, and went onto her hands and knees, her back to him, the position establishing itself with the specific ease of someone entirely comfortable in their own space doing exactly what they had decided to do. The lamp light caught the full curve of her ass, round and present, her blonde hair falling forward between her arms.

She looked back at him over her shoulder.

Then Elena moved.

She did the same thing on the other side of the bed, mirroring the position, her back to him, her hands finding the mattress, her pale skin in the warm light, her silver white hair falling forward. She looked back at him over her shoulder from the other side.

Two women in the same position on either side of him, both looking at him, both waiting.

Liam sat between them.

He looked left.

He looked right.

He looked left again.

’Okay,’ he thought. ’This is a problem that I did not anticipate having and I do not have a clean solution to.’

He looked at Kelly. At the full shape of her, the warmth of her skin in the light, her boobs hanging heavy between her arms with the lamp catching the undersides of them, her ass sitting round and high in the position she had taken.

He looked at Elena. At the lean line of her, the pale freckles across her lower back that he knew were there and could see from here, the specific curve of her waist and hips, her ass carrying its own specific fullness that was different from Kelly’s, less immediately emphatic but entirely present in its own right.

He looked at both of them.

’They are both looking at me,’ he thought. ’Both of them waiting. And I have to pick one to start with and there is no version of this decision that is not going to produce a feeling in the other one and I cannot fix that except by making sure I fix it afterward.’

He exhaled.

"I want you both to know," he said, addressing the room rather than either of them specifically, "that whatever I do right now has nothing to do with how I feel about either of you compared to the other."

Kelly looked at him.

Elena looked at him.

Neither of them said anything.

He moved toward Kelly.

He put both hands on her hips and felt the warmth of her under his palms and looked at the full picture of her from behind, at the round of her ass and the line of her back and her hair falling forward.

He pushed in slowly.

"Oh," she said, her head dropping between her arms, the sound arriving before she could manage it.

He started moving.

The rhythm built from the first few strokes, his hands on her hips, the specific warmth and tightness of her around him in this position producing a quality of sensation that was immediate and significant and required his full attention.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Oh," she said. "Oh god. Oh Liam."

Her ass moved with each stroke, the flesh of it rippling slightly with each impact, her boobs swaying beneath her in the same rhythm, forward and back, the lamp light catching them on each forward swing.

He drove deeper.

She made a sound that had no structure to it and pressed back against him.

Then he felt something.

He looked to his left.

Elena was still in position, still on her hands and knees, still looking back at him, but her expression had shifted from the composed waiting of before into something she was working to keep composed and was not entirely succeeding at. Her eyes were on him and Kelly, at the motion of them, at the sounds Kelly was making, at the specific picture of what was happening on the other side of the bed from her.

He kept his rhythm with Kelly and reached his left hand out.

He found Elena between her legs.

She made a sharp sound immediately, her arms stiffening, her head coming up.

He pressed two fingers against her and felt the warmth of her and started moving his hand slowly while his hips kept their rhythm with Kelly.

"Oh," Elena said. The word arriving stripped of every piece of composure that usually surrounded it.

"Good girl," he said, his voice completely even despite everything his body was currently doing. "Be patient."

She looked at him over her shoulder with an expression that had several things in it simultaneously.

"Liam," she said.

"I know," he said. "Just wait."

His fingers pressed deeper and she made a sound that she pressed her lips together immediately after, like she had decided retroactively not to make it, which was too late.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

Kelly’s sounds were building, her hips pushing back against each of his forward strokes, her whole body engaged in the rhythm, her arms pressing into the mattress for purchase.

"Oh," she said. "Oh. Oh right there. Don’t stop."

He did not stop.

His hand kept working on Elena beside him, his fingers finding the specific pace that made her arms tremble slightly, her head dropping toward the mattress and then coming back up.

"Oh god," Elena said, quietly and with significant effort toward dignity. "Oh."

"Good girl," he said again.

She looked at him. "Stop calling me that."

"When you stop deserving it," he said.

She pressed her lips together.

Papap. Papap. Papap.

Kelly’s sounds climbed past the point where she was managing them, each one arriving fully and honestly, her ass shaking with the force of each stroke, her boobs swaying continuously with the rhythm, the lamp light catching all of it in warm moving detail.

"Oh," she said. "Oh. Oh Liam. Oh I’m going to."

He drove forward and felt her come, her whole body locking, her hands gripping the sheets, a long continuous sound leaving her into the bedroom that she made no effort to contain, her hips pressing back through every wave of it while he kept his pace through the last of it.

She went down slowly, her arms giving way, her body settling onto the mattress, her breathing wrecked and slow and entirely satisfied.

He withdrew.

He looked at Elena still in position beside him, still on her hands and knees, her breathing not quite even from what his hand had been doing, her expression carrying the composed version of wanting something she had been made to wait for.

"Your turn," he said.

She looked at him.

"You waited," he said. "Like a good girl. Now position yourself properly for your reward."

Something moved through her expression at the word reward that she decided not to address verbally.

She looked at the available space on the bed.

Kelly was lying flat on the mattress, her breathing slow and deep, entirely finished with consciousness as a primary activity. The space directly on top of her was the space with the most room.

Elena looked at it.

Then at Liam.

Then at Kelly lying there.

She positioned herself.

On her hands and knees directly above Kelly’s collapsed body, her hands finding the mattress on either side of Kelly’s waist, her knees on either side of Kelly’s legs, using her as the surface of the bed rather than the bed itself because the bed had limited space and Kelly was currently occupying most of it.

Liam looked at this arrangement.

’Is that.’ He looked at Elena positioned above Kelly. ’Is that fine. That seems like it might not be fine. Kelly is not conscious enough to have an opinion about this and Elena has clearly decided her opinion is that it is fine.’

He made a decision not to overthink it.

He moved behind Elena.

He put his hands on her hips, the specific narrower warmth of them different from Kelly’s, the body beneath his hands a different geography with its own specific qualities, and he looked at the full picture of her from this position, at the pale skin of her lower back and the freckles across it and the curve of her ass and her silver white hair falling forward.

He pushed in.

Elena made a sound that was specific to her and nobody else, the specific sharp intake that she always made at the first stroke, her arms straightening to take the weight of the motion.

She smiled.

He could not see the smile from where he was but he felt it somehow, the way her body received him differently from Kelly, not better or worse, just different, her specific tightness and her specific warmth and the specific way she gripped around him that was entirely hers.

He started moving.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Oh," she said. "Oh god. Oh that’s."

She did not finish the sentence.

He drove forward.

"Haa," she said. "Oh. Oh Liam."

Her ass pushed back against each stroke, the flesh of it warm and full in his hands, and below her Kelly’s breathing continued in its deep slow rhythm, entirely unaware of the second activity taking place in vertical proximity above her.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

Elena’s sounds were different from Kelly’s. More controlled at first, the composure trying to maintain itself for about thirty seconds before giving up entirely and letting everything through.

"Oh," she said. "Oh god. Oh right there. Haa."

He drove harder.

"Oh," she said. "Oh. Oh I’m."

Then a hand appeared on his lower back.

He turned his head.

Kelly was awake.

Her cheek was still on the mattress and her hair was still everywhere but her eyes were open and she was looking at him from below with the expression of someone who had returned from wherever they had been and had arrived back to a situation that required her immediate involvement.

Her hand pressed at his lower back, not pushing, just present, and she leaned up slightly toward his ear.

"My turn again," she whispered.