Chapter 357: Dream Threesome 4 [Kelly Vs Elena] [+R18]

Liam looked at Kelly’s hand on his lower back and then at Elena in front of him still in position, her breathing not fully recovered, her arms trembling slightly from the sustained effort of holding herself up through everything that had just happened to her.

He drove forward once more.

"Oh," Elena said. "Oh god."

"One more," he said quietly. "You’re close."

She pressed her forehead against the mattress briefly, a sound leaving her that was not composed in any direction, and then she straightened her arms back up and pushed back against him.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

Kelly’s hand stayed at his lower back, warm and patient, her cheek back on the mattress, watching from below with the eyes of someone who had returned and was content to wait for exactly as long as was necessary.

Elena’s sounds climbed steadily, each one more present than the one before, her hips working back against each forward stroke with increasing urgency, the restraint she usually maintained entirely absent.

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

He kept right there.

"Oh," she said. "Oh. Oh I’m. Oh god I’m."

He pressed forward and held deep and felt her come, her whole body locking above Kelly’s still form, her arms pressing hard into the mattress on either side of Kelly’s waist, a long sound leaving her that filled the bedroom completely.

Her hips kept working through every wave of it, short and trembling, her body taking all of it until the last wave passed and she lowered herself slowly, her weight settling, her breathing deep and wrecked and honest.

He pulled back.

He looked at Kelly.

Kelly was already moving, pushing herself up from the mattress with the returning energy of someone whose body had decided it was sufficiently recovered, her blonde hair falling around her face, her boobs swaying with the motion of getting upright.

She looked at him with the amber eyes carrying that specific quality they had when she had decided something.

She turned away from him.

Same position as before, back to him, her hands finding the mattress, her ass raised, but this time she was at the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor giving herself a different angle.

He moved behind her.

She looked back over her shoulder.

"Come on then," she said. Just that.

He pushed in.

"Oh," she said immediately, the word arriving sharper this time, the sensitivity of everything from the first round making every sensation more specific. "Oh. Oh that’s different."

"Good different," he said.

"Obviously good different," she said, and the words broke apart on the second round as he drove deeper.

He built the pace from there, his hands spreading across her ass, feeling the full warm weight of it in his palms, gripping and releasing with each stroke.

Her boobs swayed continuously beneath her, the lamp light catching them with each movement, full and warm and in constant motion.

Elena was lying on her side watching them, her breathing still finding its way back to normal, her silver white hair spread across the pillow, her gold eyes following the motion of what was happening with an expression that had stopped being anything managed and was just watching.

*Papap. Papap. Papap*

"Oh," Kelly said. "Oh god. Oh."

He reached forward and wrapped one hand in her blonde hair, gathering it loosely, and she made a sharp sound at the grip and pressed back harder against each stroke, her whole body committed to the rhythm now.

*Papap. Papap. Papap. Papap*

"Oh," she said. "Oh Liam. Oh god don’t stop."

He drove harder, his other hand pressing flat against the small of her back, feeling her body working below his hand, the motion of her continuous and urgent.

"Oh," she said. "Oh. Oh I’m going to again. Already. Oh god."

He kept going.

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

She came, harder than the first time, her whole body shaking through it, her hands gripping the sheets, a long broken sound filling the bedroom, her hips pressing back through every wave.

He held her through it.

When the last wave passed she lowered herself onto the mattress and stayed there, her breathing completely undone.

He looked at Elena.

Elena had been watching Kelly come and her expression was doing the thing it did when she was feeling something she had not invited and was deciding what to do about it. She looked at him.

"Come here," he said.

She moved.

She came off the side of the bed and stood and looked at him standing there and she put both hands on his chest and turned him so his back was toward the bed and then pressed him back onto it until he was lying down and she was standing above him.

She climbed on.

Her knees finding the mattress on either side of his hips, her hands pressing flat on his chest, and she looked down at him from this position with the composed expression that was not composed anymore.

She sank down onto him slowly.

"Oh," she said, her eyes closing. "Oh god."

She stayed still for a moment at the bottom of the stroke, feeling the depth of the position, her hands pressing into his chest.

Then she started moving.

Her hips rolling forward and back in the slow deliberate circles she always started with, her boobs swaying with the motion, the lamp light sitting on her pale skin and the freckles across her chest and shoulders.

"Mm," she said. "Oh."

He put both hands on her waist and felt every motion she made above him.

She picked the pace up gradually, her circles becoming more purposeful, her sounds coming more frequently, each one less managed than the last.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

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

He drove up to meet her from below and she made a sharp sound and her hands pressed harder into his chest.

She kept going, the pace building, her hips working with full commitment now, her boobs moving freely with the rhythm, the flush spreading down her chest and stomach in the warm light of the room.

Kelly’s hand appeared on his shoulder.

He turned his head.

She was lying on her side beside them, her cheek on the pillow, watching Elena ride him with the expression of someone who had found a comfortable position and intended to stay in it, but her hand on his shoulder was warm and present and her eyes when they moved from Elena to him carried the specific warmth they always carried.

He reached up and covered her hand with his.

She turned her hand over beneath his and held it.

Elena’s pace broke apart above him, her hips moving with urgency now rather than rhythm, her sounds continuous and fully honest.

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

He drove up into her.

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

She came, her whole body tightening above him, her hands pressing into his chest hard enough to feel, a long sound leaving her that had nothing of composure anywhere in it, her hips pressing down and grinding through every wave until the last one moved through her and she went still, her weight settling onto him, her head dropping forward.

He felt his own building and held her hips and drove up into her three more times and released, everything coming at once, a rough sound leaving him through his jaw.

She stayed where she was for a moment, her forehead against his, both of them breathing.

Then Kelly’s voice arrived from beside them, warm and entirely recovered.

"My turn," she said.

Elena lifted her head and looked at her.

Kelly looked back.

Elena looked at Liam.

He looked at the ceiling.

"Both of you are going to be the end of me," he said.

"Probably," Kelly said pleasantly. "But not tonight. Move over."

Elena looked at her for a moment with the specific expression she wore when she was choosing her battles.

Then she moved off him and settled beside him on the other side and Kelly was already climbing on before Elena had fully settled, her knees finding the mattress, her hands on his chest in the same position Elena had just vacated, and she looked down at him with the amber eyes and the blonde hair falling around her face.

She sank down.

"Oh," she said. "Oh god. You’re still."

"I know," he said.

"How," she said.

"I told you," he said. "I’m different."

She looked at him for one more second.

Then she started moving.

Her pace found itself quickly, not the slow building of before but the pace of someone who knew exactly where they were going and had decided to get there with some commitment behind it.

Her boobs moved with the rhythm, swaying forward on each downstroke and pulling back with each rise, the lamp light catching them continuously.

Elena lay beside him with her head on his shoulder, one hand resting on his stomach, watching Kelly above them both with the expression of someone who had reached a specific kind of peace with a specific kind of situation.

"She’s going to wake the whole building," Elena said, quietly, directed at him rather than Kelly.

Kelly made a sound that suggested she had heard this and had no adjustments to make to her current approach.

He put one hand on Elena’s where it rested on his stomach and kept the other on Kelly’s hip.

Kelly drove down onto him and his hand tightened on her hip and she made the sound that meant she was close.

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

"I know," he said.

"Don’t stop."

"I’m not stopping," he said.

She came for the third time with her hands gripping his chest and her whole body shaking through it, the sound of it going through the bedroom and probably through the walls, her hips riding out every wave of it until she was completely done and collapsed forward onto him, her hair everywhere, her breathing entirely finished with composure as a concept.

He looked at the ceiling.

Elena’s hand was still on his stomach.

Kelly was on his chest.

Both of them breathing.

The lamp on the nightstand threw its warm circle across all three of them and the bedroom was warm and quiet and entirely theirs and outside the window the city kept doing what it always did.

After a while Kelly lifted her head from his chest and looked at him.

"You’re still hard," she said. Flat. Factual.

"I know," he said.

She looked at Elena.

Elena looked at her.

They both looked at him.

He looked at the ceiling.

"I need five minutes," he said.

"Five minutes," Kelly said.

"Five minutes," he confirmed.

Kelly put her head back on his chest.

Elena put hers back on his shoulder.

"Four," Elena said.