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Title: In Threes (2/3)
Author: st_raoul
Rating: NC-17
Content: Het, slash, various oriface penetration.
Disclaimer: This did not ever happen. I am not saying it did. Nor am I saying anything horrifying about Anderson Cooper, Rob Marciano, or Erica Hill. I don't know them! Thank God. Also, CNN, don't sue me plz. I love you.
Summary: Anderson wakes up, and the good times roll. Actually, they started rolling before he woke up, but, you know. Sex.
Notes: First part is here. I wrote this on the train coming back from NY, and almost beat off. It was a really empty car! Anyway. It's for the mister, as we discussed this a lot in NY. Cross-posted to fucking_andy.
When I wake up late morning the next day, it’s without a doubt because I never have two people fucking beside me. Rob is on top with Erica’s arms pinned above her head. He’s moving exceedingly slow; I’m seeing muscles I don’t ever get to see up close. Erica’s squirming underneath him, trying to push him faster, but he refuses, growling.
“Rob, come on,” she urges, but he just shakes his head, holds a thrust and pushes up. She yells, and rolls her head to the side in my direction, and then smiles before she turns back to Rob.
“You just want to put on a show for Andy.”
“No,” He shakes his head, glancing at me for a second. “If I wanted to put on a show for Andy, I’d have put you on top.” She groans, tries to push against his weight again.
“That sounds like a plan, Rob, please.”
Having never seen someone best Erica at anything, I’m intrigued by their relationship. Also, Rob’s ass looks really good.
“Maybe I can help,” I offer lowly, staring at Erica, sitting up and reaching for the Vaseline on the side table. Erica seems ready to kill Rob, so I work fast, slicking my fingers and pressing them against his ass, and rubbing. He gasps and recoils back, moving fast out of Erica and into my hands. Erica squirms free, moves around beside me to watch.
“Good idea Andy,” She praises, kissing my neck wetly, wrapping a hand around my cock. “Don’t you think so, Rob?” He looks back and groans, pushing faster against my fingers. “D’you want his cock?” He closes his eyes and nods, conceding his defeat. Erica grabs the Vaseline from beside me, and starts to spread it on m cock, finishing with less than half of what I usually use.
“Erica, that’s not - “
“Yes, it is. Rob likes to feel it.” My hips twitch up into her hand at that. “I think everyone’s ready.”
At that, Rob leans back and without a second of hesitation, Erica guides him down over my cock. And she was right not to lube me up so much; there’s more friction and feeling and this is so much better than blowing him in the satellite truck.
Rob leans back heavily against me, one arm wrapping back around my neck and the other in front, stroking himself. Erica crawls forward and swats his hand away.
“Not allowed,” she purrs, and he twists his hips around me, starting with a slow thrust. “Not yet,” Erica chides Rob, pushing him back against me further. “I want on.”
Rob shudders against me, and I just stare at her. Who would have thought, two days ago, that I’d be balls-deep in Rob while Erica rides him? Maybe I’d take Rob home, I thought, or Erica if I found some nerve. And now, I’m watching her climb onto his lap and sink down, and having my hand shoved to where they join. Okay, so, this works.
Rob’s the only one who really has to move, and he does; quick little jabs back into me like we’re short on time. Erica doesn’t have to, but she grabs my shoulders for leverage and bounces herself hard in Rob’s lap, connecting with my hand too. When Rob starts withholding from her again, she digs her nails into his back, and bites his shoulder. From my vantage, I see blood drawn, and Rob whines, moving faster again.
She doesn’t say anything when she comes, just presses herself forward against Rob, grabbing my head and tearing at my hair. Her mouth is wide open and Rob is panting into chest, still bouncing in my lap. The muscles of his neck stick out and strain, and I have to grab them with my teeth. That makes him louder and faster, and Erica clambers off, leans against the headboard to watch. When I reach my hand around to stroke his cock, I find it slick from Erica, and gasp a little. She smirks and spreads her legs out, nudging my thigh with her foot.
“You’ll find out how it works later.” She winks and I really want to laugh, but Rob is very nearly bruising my hips. He doesn’t like to talk during sex, just growls and groans; Erica, I’ve found, will talk through just about anything. I could go either way, but right now, about all I can think about is coming.
So, I push Rob onto all fours and try that, still jerking him off, but pushing his head down with my other hand. His ass, from any angle, is amazing, but particularly lovely from here, watching him snap back when I thrust forward. He gets faster and less rhythmic, panting shallow and making short low sounds.
I let go of his head and grab his left hip instead, digging my nails in. He rails back and stretches his head up, looking at Erica. His cock twitches when she shoves her fingers in his mouth, and then he shoots onto her thigh in long spurts. His ass flexes almost painfully around me. Erica pushes his head down to the splash of come on her leg, and that’s it. He’s licking it up and still pushing back against me when I come in his ass with a short clipped moan and then pitch myself against his back, still leaking.
“Good work, boys,” Erica congratulates us like we’ve won a race, petting Rob’s head and smiling at me. “You liked watching Rob clean up, didn’t you?”
I raise my head, and if I weren’t so flushed already, she could see me blushing.
“I’ll remember that.”
I don’t doubt that she will. Rob stirs under me, and I sit up and pull out slowly. He flips over, head on Erica’s inner thigh and I end up pulled down to his chest, in yet another content and sticky pile.
It’s only Saturday morning, I remind myself; we don’t leave until Monday.
Author: st_raoul
Rating: NC-17
Content: Het, slash, various oriface penetration.
Disclaimer: This did not ever happen. I am not saying it did. Nor am I saying anything horrifying about Anderson Cooper, Rob Marciano, or Erica Hill. I don't know them! Thank God. Also, CNN, don't sue me plz. I love you.
Summary: Anderson wakes up, and the good times roll. Actually, they started rolling before he woke up, but, you know. Sex.
Notes: First part is here. I wrote this on the train coming back from NY, and almost beat off. It was a really empty car! Anyway. It's for the mister, as we discussed this a lot in NY. Cross-posted to fucking_andy.
When I wake up late morning the next day, it’s without a doubt because I never have two people fucking beside me. Rob is on top with Erica’s arms pinned above her head. He’s moving exceedingly slow; I’m seeing muscles I don’t ever get to see up close. Erica’s squirming underneath him, trying to push him faster, but he refuses, growling.
“Rob, come on,” she urges, but he just shakes his head, holds a thrust and pushes up. She yells, and rolls her head to the side in my direction, and then smiles before she turns back to Rob.
“You just want to put on a show for Andy.”
“No,” He shakes his head, glancing at me for a second. “If I wanted to put on a show for Andy, I’d have put you on top.” She groans, tries to push against his weight again.
“That sounds like a plan, Rob, please.”
Having never seen someone best Erica at anything, I’m intrigued by their relationship. Also, Rob’s ass looks really good.
“Maybe I can help,” I offer lowly, staring at Erica, sitting up and reaching for the Vaseline on the side table. Erica seems ready to kill Rob, so I work fast, slicking my fingers and pressing them against his ass, and rubbing. He gasps and recoils back, moving fast out of Erica and into my hands. Erica squirms free, moves around beside me to watch.
“Good idea Andy,” She praises, kissing my neck wetly, wrapping a hand around my cock. “Don’t you think so, Rob?” He looks back and groans, pushing faster against my fingers. “D’you want his cock?” He closes his eyes and nods, conceding his defeat. Erica grabs the Vaseline from beside me, and starts to spread it on m cock, finishing with less than half of what I usually use.
“Erica, that’s not - “
“Yes, it is. Rob likes to feel it.” My hips twitch up into her hand at that. “I think everyone’s ready.”
At that, Rob leans back and without a second of hesitation, Erica guides him down over my cock. And she was right not to lube me up so much; there’s more friction and feeling and this is so much better than blowing him in the satellite truck.
Rob leans back heavily against me, one arm wrapping back around my neck and the other in front, stroking himself. Erica crawls forward and swats his hand away.
“Not allowed,” she purrs, and he twists his hips around me, starting with a slow thrust. “Not yet,” Erica chides Rob, pushing him back against me further. “I want on.”
Rob shudders against me, and I just stare at her. Who would have thought, two days ago, that I’d be balls-deep in Rob while Erica rides him? Maybe I’d take Rob home, I thought, or Erica if I found some nerve. And now, I’m watching her climb onto his lap and sink down, and having my hand shoved to where they join. Okay, so, this works.
Rob’s the only one who really has to move, and he does; quick little jabs back into me like we’re short on time. Erica doesn’t have to, but she grabs my shoulders for leverage and bounces herself hard in Rob’s lap, connecting with my hand too. When Rob starts withholding from her again, she digs her nails into his back, and bites his shoulder. From my vantage, I see blood drawn, and Rob whines, moving faster again.
She doesn’t say anything when she comes, just presses herself forward against Rob, grabbing my head and tearing at my hair. Her mouth is wide open and Rob is panting into chest, still bouncing in my lap. The muscles of his neck stick out and strain, and I have to grab them with my teeth. That makes him louder and faster, and Erica clambers off, leans against the headboard to watch. When I reach my hand around to stroke his cock, I find it slick from Erica, and gasp a little. She smirks and spreads her legs out, nudging my thigh with her foot.
“You’ll find out how it works later.” She winks and I really want to laugh, but Rob is very nearly bruising my hips. He doesn’t like to talk during sex, just growls and groans; Erica, I’ve found, will talk through just about anything. I could go either way, but right now, about all I can think about is coming.
So, I push Rob onto all fours and try that, still jerking him off, but pushing his head down with my other hand. His ass, from any angle, is amazing, but particularly lovely from here, watching him snap back when I thrust forward. He gets faster and less rhythmic, panting shallow and making short low sounds.
I let go of his head and grab his left hip instead, digging my nails in. He rails back and stretches his head up, looking at Erica. His cock twitches when she shoves her fingers in his mouth, and then he shoots onto her thigh in long spurts. His ass flexes almost painfully around me. Erica pushes his head down to the splash of come on her leg, and that’s it. He’s licking it up and still pushing back against me when I come in his ass with a short clipped moan and then pitch myself against his back, still leaking.
“Good work, boys,” Erica congratulates us like we’ve won a race, petting Rob’s head and smiling at me. “You liked watching Rob clean up, didn’t you?”
I raise my head, and if I weren’t so flushed already, she could see me blushing.
“I’ll remember that.”
I don’t doubt that she will. Rob stirs under me, and I sit up and pull out slowly. He flips over, head on Erica’s inner thigh and I end up pulled down to his chest, in yet another content and sticky pile.
It’s only Saturday morning, I remind myself; we don’t leave until Monday.