fic: Severally and Together
SEVERALLY AND TOGETHER
Mikey/Alicia/Lyn-Z, NC-17
2938 words
Summary: Shameless threesome porn; heavy on the femmeslash.
Notes: sociofemme is, as always, a wonderful cheerleader.
This isn't the first time that somebody's walked in on her and Mikey having sex, Alicia thinks, but it is the first time they've had a silent conversation of eyebrow twitches and quirks of the lips and ended up asking the somebody to stay.
"Awesome," Lindsey says, and starts taking off her pants.
"You good?" Mikey asks, and Alicia nods. She feels him settle in behind her, between her legs, and his hands come up to hold her hips, fingers curling over the jut of her hipbones. She can feel the heat of him already, feels the brush of his cock against her thigh, and then she groans as he pushes in hard, sliding in all the way until his hipbones grind against her ass. "Fuck, yes," she hisses, and presses back against him. She shifts her knee from where it keeps slipping on the slick sheets and regains her balance to help start a rhythm, rocking her whole body in time with Mikey's thrusts. It's good, from this angle, really intense; he's hitting the good spots already and they've only just started. She can feel the ragged edges of his fingernails where they dig into her skin in time with every thrust, feels the impact every time his hipbones smack into her flesh. She hopes he leaves dark red gouges, leaves bruises; she's already looking forward to counting every single mark he leaves in the mirror tomorrow.
She snaps back to the moment when Lindsey reaches down and pinches her nipple, then grabs her swaying breasts. "You are so fucking hot," Lindsey says, and squeezes. Alicia moans as a thrill runs through her, her mouth falling open as her breathing starts coming harder. Lindsey smiles down at her and brushes some of Alicia's hair back from her face, then sticks a finger into Alicia's mouth. "You should eat me out."
Alicia closes her lips around Lindsey's finger and nods, her head bobbing three-four-five-six times before Lindsey grabs a handful of Alicia's hair to hold her head still. Alicia starts licking around the knuckle, then accidentally bites down as Mikey thrusts in particularly hard. "Sorry," she mumbles, and Lindsey just laughs and moves easily from where she's kneeling to sit on the bed in front of Alicia. She spreads her legs and crooks her knees around Alicia's hands where they're planted on the bed, knuckles white where they grip the sheets to hold her in place under the force of her rhythm with Mikey.
Alicia drops down from her hands to her elbows so she can lean forward, her hands running up Lindsey's inner thighs. Lindsey scoots closer, adjusting herself around Alicia's new position. Alicia's hands slip up further, stopping next to the ridge and dip of muscle right at the very top of Lindsey's thighs. Her fingertips skirt the edges of Lindsey's tiny red panties, and she dips her head to slowly lick a single long stripe up the fabric, her tongue drying out on the cotton even as her nose fills with the wet smell of sex.
Lindsey exhales harshly at the first touch of Alicia's tongue, as her nose bumps against Lindsey's clit, and then her fingers are in Alicia's face, pushing at her lips, her cheeks, and she accidentally kicks Alicia in the ribs as she wrestles her panties off, her body contorting for a moment before she spreads herself out again, grinning at Alicia down the length of her body. Alicia grins back before dropping her face to Lindsey's cunt.
Mikey's thrusts slow as Alicia starts licking along the edges of Lindsey's lips. "Fuck," he says, "I can't see!" Alicia can feel him twisting behind her as he stops fucking her entirely, and then she sees his hand and tattooed wrist from the corner of her eye, pushing Lindsey's leg further up, and then grabbing Alicia's arm and pulling gently so she's holding it behind her back, out of the way. The new angle she's got her body at is awkward and a little bit uncomfortable, and she can't hold Lindsey's thigh anymore so much as just rest the back of her arm against Lindsey's leg, but it's completely worth it for the strangled noise Mikey makes when she sticks her tongue as far into Lindsey's cunt as she can get it, for the way he grabs her hip with one hand and her forearm with the other and starts fucking her again, hard and deep.
Lindsey lies still for a moment as Alicia presses her face between her legs, and then she starts rocking her hips up, gently at first but then more forcefully, and Alicia realizes that Lindsey's picked up the rhythm from her and Mikey. Alicia tries to keep her tongue moving against Lindsey's cunt in time with the way Mikey's cock is moving in her own, but it's hard when she's distracted by the way Lindsey tastes and the way she gasps and murmurs nonsense each time Alicia touches her clit, and the way Mikey keeps hitting interesting spots at fantastic angles, the way his grip tightens around her arm and she can feel the heat of him against her back as he leans forward, twisting sideways as best he can to watch-but this time he keeps fucking her, keeps up the pace they've set.
Alicia runs her tongue along every inch of Lindsey's flesh that it can reach, maybe a little to put on a show for Mikey but mostly because she can't get enough of the taste of it, the feel of it. She draws circles around Lindsey's clit and shapes against her lips, stopping only to lick as deeply into her cunt as she can for long moments before pulling back to breathe. It feels like Alicia's whole face is wet, from her chin up to her nose and even onto her cheeks, from Lindsey's juices and her own spit and from both of their sweat. She rubs her face against Lindsey's lower stomach and it slides easily, and Lindsey's hips jerk and flex as she tries to hold Alicia in place with her thighs. She feels Mikey press his face against the side of her head.
"You're gorgeous," Mikey pants in Alicia's ear, his hand leaving her hip to come up and cup her breast. "I love seeing you like this, I love watching you do this, fuck, it's so hot-" He cuts off sharply as Alicia clenches around him, her thighs growing tense and pressing in hard against his legs. Alicia has been so busy concentrating on keeping her rhythm, on meeting Mikey's thrusts and tilting her hips to catch the angles just so, on exploring Lindsey's skin and taste and smell, on making it good, that she hadn't even noticed that she was getting close until her legs got so tight that they clamped down on Mikey like that, hadn't realized that the sensations bombarding her from every angle were starting to get to her so soon. But now that she knows it it's all she can think about: the tension in her thighs, the way it feels like the bottom is going to drop out of her stomach any time, the way the muscles in her arms and legs are starting to shake from pleasure and strain, the way her heart is racing and her breaths come gasping when she stops to take them.
She can feel Lindsey twitch beneath her each time a heavy gust of breath hits the wet skin where her thigh meets her body. "Why'd you stop?" Lindsey chokes out, tilting her hips and pressing them up at Alicia's face, closing her thighs to try to draw her back in. She runs a hand along the back of Alicia's head and then grabs a handful of hair, her fingers flexing and pulling.
"I'm-" Alicia gasps out, "I'm gonna-fuck, Mikey, please-" Mikey lets go of her arm and she immediately sticks her hands between her legs, fingers moving on instinct to her clit to pinch and pull and rub against it exactly the way that always works, and she bites the inside of Lindsey's thigh hard when she comes. All the tension goes out of her in a rush, and the only things keeping her from collapsing into a sweaty pile are Mikey's hands on her hips, holding her up, and Lindsey's hand on her head, keeping her face pinned against the heat and dampness of Lindsey's skin.
Mikey keeps thrusting as she comes, and she can feel it as she clenches tight around him, feels the tingle that tells her that her cunt is already interested in a second go. She twists to look over her shoulder at him. His eyes are closed tight and his mouth is a thin line and she thinks that maybe he's not so far off, himself.
Her guess is confirmed when Mikey stops dead, and she can feel the tremble in his legs where they're hot against hers. "Fuck, Leesh, I want- you know-" he interrupts himself with a grunt as she presses back against him teasingly, and he then pulls out. Alicia's skin goes cold at the loss of contact. Then his hands are on her waist, helping her roll over. She settles her head on Lindsey's thigh and grins up at Mikey, licking her lips with as much filthy intent as she can muster before running her hands up her sides, smoothing her palms over her breasts and pushing them tightly together. She raises an eyebrow at him as their eyes lock.
"Yes," Mikey chokes out as he fists his cock, and then he groans as his face goes slack and streaks of warm come fall on Alicia's breasts, pool in the hollows under her collarbones and run in sticky rivulets across the words tattooed there.
"Jesus Christ," Lindsey says, voice thick with appreciation. Lindsey brushes fingertips over Alicia's shoulder and then starts tracing the curves of Alicia's chest tattoo, smearing Mikey's come into glistening streaks.
Mikey finally opens his eyes again, then shuffles up to straddle Alicia's legs and then leans down to kiss her. She kisses back, her tongue tracing the edges of his lips and teeth, and he makes a soft noise into her mouth. He pulls back to smile at her, and gently pushes her bangs off her face from where they're stuck to her forehead.
Alicia smirks to herself as she sees Mikey's gaze move down from her face to her chest. She hears him whisper "Fuck yeah," probably just to himself, and then he leans in and drags his tongue up the valley between her breasts. Alicia lifts her head and tucks her chin down to watch as his mouth moves across her skin, his lips now wet with his own come. This is always her favourite part, and is pretty much the only reason she lets him come on her tits at all.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a second," Lindsey says then, shifting suddenly, and Alicia is startled when her head slips from Lindsey's leg-which is no longer there-and hits the bed. But then a moment later, when Lindsey is pressed up against Alicia's side and pushing Mikey over, she gets it. "Sharing is caring, Mikey Way," Lindsey announces, leaning in to lick up the side of Alicia's breast. Alicia gasps when Lindsey's lips close around her nipple, and she feels the low rumble of Mikey's laugh against her other breast, and yeah, yeah, she's definitely going to need to come at least once more, if not twice.
Alicia is wrung out from her orgasm and she's only just slowly recovering, but having both of her nipples sucked like this is doing a lot to convince her body to get going again. She plants an elbow and props her head up on her hand and even though the angle hurts her neck she can't stop watching, can't stop staring at the dark heads hovering above her chest, the tongues and teeth and lips running against her skin. She shivers as somebody breathes out hard against the damp skin between her breasts, the tiny hairs of her upper body standing up with the chill.
One mouth leaves Alicia's skin and then she hears Mikey gasp. Alicia pushes Lindsey's hair out of the way and sees Lindsey sucking on Mikey's earlobe. "Nice," Alicia says, and watches Lindsey's jaw move as she works her way up the shell of Mikey's ear. Mikey, for his part, keeps his lips around Alicia's nipple, the edges of his teeth brushing just rough enough against it to make all the muscles in Alicia's stomach go tight. When Alicia sees the pink flash of Lindsey's tongue against Mikey's ear again, she grabs Mikey's shoulder and lifts him off her chest. "Hey," she says to him, and then nods at Lindsey. "You should make out with her, that'd be super hot." Mikey raises his eyebrows at her, but turns and grabs Lindsey and pulls her in for an open-mouthed kiss.
"I love when I'm right," Alicia laughs to herself, and runs her hands across her breasts, which are sticky with drying come and spit. She plays with them idly as she watches Mikey and Lindsey kissing above her, squeezing at them and rubbing her nipples just enough to make her squirm, to keep up the edge that's been building up, but not enough to make her desperate. She watches the slide of their lips and tongues against each other, wonders whether they would still both taste like Mikey's come, or if that's worn away and they just taste each other. There's only one way to find out, she figures, and sits up, reaching out to put her hands on their shoulders. "My turn," she says, pulling Mikey down for a kiss. She licks into his mouth and he maybe tastes a little like come, but mostly just like cigarettes and spit.
When she pulls back from Mikey and turns to Lindsey, Lindsey grins at them and then pushes Mikey off Alicia's lap. She takes his place, putting her leg over Alicia's to straddle them, and then throws herself forward, knocking Alicia backwards. They're kissing before Alicia's back even hits the sheets, Lindsey's hands working into Alicia's hair at the back of her neck. Alicia rests a hand on the small of Lindsey's back and sticks her tongue into Lindsey's mouth.
Lindsey tastes more like Mikey's come than Mikey did, hints of it clinging to the back of her teeth and the insides of her lips. Alicia is so fixated on finding its last remnants that she's taken totally by surprise when Lindsey licks across Alicia's lips and says, "You taste like me."
Alicia gasps at the way the words make her stomach twist and her cunt clench. Lindsey breathes hard against Alicia's mouth and twists her fingers in her hair, pressing herself against the length of Alicia's body. Lindsey is still wearing her bra, and the lace is rough against Alicia's breasts where Lindsey rubs up against her. Alicia writhes when the lace scratches her nipples, her hips jerking up of their own volition.
Lindsey presses back down with her own hips, then slides them sideways so she's straddling Alicia's leg. Her cunt is hot against Alicia's skin, slippery with spit and her own wetness, and Alicia realizes that Lindsey still hasn't come yet. She lifts her leg a little, pushing up against Lindsey's cunt, and Lindsey groans and grinds down on her.
Alicia isn't sure what Mikey is doing but she hopes he's fucking watching. Lindsey is practically writhing on top of her, her hips rolling and her thighs squeezing tight around Alicia's leg and her hands clutching tight, one in Alicia's hair and one on her shoulder. Alicia discovers by happy accident that if she bucks her own hips up just so, her clit rubs against Lindsey's hip, maybe even enough to get her off. She keeps doing it, rocking her hips so she rubs against Lindsey, who keeps moving faster, her legs' grip on Alicia getting tighter and tighter.
"Need a hand?" Alicia murmurs in her ear, and Lindsey shakes her head.
"I'm close," she groans, so Alicia just presses her leg up harder and starts sucking on the side of Lindsey's neck. It's not too much longer before Lindsey tenses all over and then cries out, grinding down hard against Alicia's leg one last time before sprawling bonelessly on top of her, panting hard. Alicia lies still for a moment, smoothing one hand up and down Lindsey's sweaty back, then starts rolling her hips again. It feels good against her clit and she definitely needs to come again, but she's not close.
"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen," Mikey says suddenly, and both women turn to look at him. He's sprawled on his back with his hand on his dick, staring at them.
"How you doing over there, Mikey?" Alicia asks.
"I'm awesome," he says.
Alicia and Lindsey both laugh. Lindsey rolls off Alicia to lie on the bed, sprawling shamelessly across as much space as she can.
"Can you get it up again?" Alicia rolls to face Mikey and grins at him.
Three pairs of eyes focus on Mikey's dick. It's not even half-hard. "You have no idea how much I wish I could," Mikey tells her.
"That's okay," Alicia says, "you can eat me out instead."
He does. And it's awesome.
Mikey/Alicia/Lyn-Z, NC-17
2938 words
Summary: Shameless threesome porn; heavy on the femmeslash.
Notes: sociofemme is, as always, a wonderful cheerleader.
This isn't the first time that somebody's walked in on her and Mikey having sex, Alicia thinks, but it is the first time they've had a silent conversation of eyebrow twitches and quirks of the lips and ended up asking the somebody to stay.
"Awesome," Lindsey says, and starts taking off her pants.
"You good?" Mikey asks, and Alicia nods. She feels him settle in behind her, between her legs, and his hands come up to hold her hips, fingers curling over the jut of her hipbones. She can feel the heat of him already, feels the brush of his cock against her thigh, and then she groans as he pushes in hard, sliding in all the way until his hipbones grind against her ass. "Fuck, yes," she hisses, and presses back against him. She shifts her knee from where it keeps slipping on the slick sheets and regains her balance to help start a rhythm, rocking her whole body in time with Mikey's thrusts. It's good, from this angle, really intense; he's hitting the good spots already and they've only just started. She can feel the ragged edges of his fingernails where they dig into her skin in time with every thrust, feels the impact every time his hipbones smack into her flesh. She hopes he leaves dark red gouges, leaves bruises; she's already looking forward to counting every single mark he leaves in the mirror tomorrow.
She snaps back to the moment when Lindsey reaches down and pinches her nipple, then grabs her swaying breasts. "You are so fucking hot," Lindsey says, and squeezes. Alicia moans as a thrill runs through her, her mouth falling open as her breathing starts coming harder. Lindsey smiles down at her and brushes some of Alicia's hair back from her face, then sticks a finger into Alicia's mouth. "You should eat me out."
Alicia closes her lips around Lindsey's finger and nods, her head bobbing three-four-five-six times before Lindsey grabs a handful of Alicia's hair to hold her head still. Alicia starts licking around the knuckle, then accidentally bites down as Mikey thrusts in particularly hard. "Sorry," she mumbles, and Lindsey just laughs and moves easily from where she's kneeling to sit on the bed in front of Alicia. She spreads her legs and crooks her knees around Alicia's hands where they're planted on the bed, knuckles white where they grip the sheets to hold her in place under the force of her rhythm with Mikey.
Alicia drops down from her hands to her elbows so she can lean forward, her hands running up Lindsey's inner thighs. Lindsey scoots closer, adjusting herself around Alicia's new position. Alicia's hands slip up further, stopping next to the ridge and dip of muscle right at the very top of Lindsey's thighs. Her fingertips skirt the edges of Lindsey's tiny red panties, and she dips her head to slowly lick a single long stripe up the fabric, her tongue drying out on the cotton even as her nose fills with the wet smell of sex.
Lindsey exhales harshly at the first touch of Alicia's tongue, as her nose bumps against Lindsey's clit, and then her fingers are in Alicia's face, pushing at her lips, her cheeks, and she accidentally kicks Alicia in the ribs as she wrestles her panties off, her body contorting for a moment before she spreads herself out again, grinning at Alicia down the length of her body. Alicia grins back before dropping her face to Lindsey's cunt.
Mikey's thrusts slow as Alicia starts licking along the edges of Lindsey's lips. "Fuck," he says, "I can't see!" Alicia can feel him twisting behind her as he stops fucking her entirely, and then she sees his hand and tattooed wrist from the corner of her eye, pushing Lindsey's leg further up, and then grabbing Alicia's arm and pulling gently so she's holding it behind her back, out of the way. The new angle she's got her body at is awkward and a little bit uncomfortable, and she can't hold Lindsey's thigh anymore so much as just rest the back of her arm against Lindsey's leg, but it's completely worth it for the strangled noise Mikey makes when she sticks her tongue as far into Lindsey's cunt as she can get it, for the way he grabs her hip with one hand and her forearm with the other and starts fucking her again, hard and deep.
Lindsey lies still for a moment as Alicia presses her face between her legs, and then she starts rocking her hips up, gently at first but then more forcefully, and Alicia realizes that Lindsey's picked up the rhythm from her and Mikey. Alicia tries to keep her tongue moving against Lindsey's cunt in time with the way Mikey's cock is moving in her own, but it's hard when she's distracted by the way Lindsey tastes and the way she gasps and murmurs nonsense each time Alicia touches her clit, and the way Mikey keeps hitting interesting spots at fantastic angles, the way his grip tightens around her arm and she can feel the heat of him against her back as he leans forward, twisting sideways as best he can to watch-but this time he keeps fucking her, keeps up the pace they've set.
Alicia runs her tongue along every inch of Lindsey's flesh that it can reach, maybe a little to put on a show for Mikey but mostly because she can't get enough of the taste of it, the feel of it. She draws circles around Lindsey's clit and shapes against her lips, stopping only to lick as deeply into her cunt as she can for long moments before pulling back to breathe. It feels like Alicia's whole face is wet, from her chin up to her nose and even onto her cheeks, from Lindsey's juices and her own spit and from both of their sweat. She rubs her face against Lindsey's lower stomach and it slides easily, and Lindsey's hips jerk and flex as she tries to hold Alicia in place with her thighs. She feels Mikey press his face against the side of her head.
"You're gorgeous," Mikey pants in Alicia's ear, his hand leaving her hip to come up and cup her breast. "I love seeing you like this, I love watching you do this, fuck, it's so hot-" He cuts off sharply as Alicia clenches around him, her thighs growing tense and pressing in hard against his legs. Alicia has been so busy concentrating on keeping her rhythm, on meeting Mikey's thrusts and tilting her hips to catch the angles just so, on exploring Lindsey's skin and taste and smell, on making it good, that she hadn't even noticed that she was getting close until her legs got so tight that they clamped down on Mikey like that, hadn't realized that the sensations bombarding her from every angle were starting to get to her so soon. But now that she knows it it's all she can think about: the tension in her thighs, the way it feels like the bottom is going to drop out of her stomach any time, the way the muscles in her arms and legs are starting to shake from pleasure and strain, the way her heart is racing and her breaths come gasping when she stops to take them.
She can feel Lindsey twitch beneath her each time a heavy gust of breath hits the wet skin where her thigh meets her body. "Why'd you stop?" Lindsey chokes out, tilting her hips and pressing them up at Alicia's face, closing her thighs to try to draw her back in. She runs a hand along the back of Alicia's head and then grabs a handful of hair, her fingers flexing and pulling.
"I'm-" Alicia gasps out, "I'm gonna-fuck, Mikey, please-" Mikey lets go of her arm and she immediately sticks her hands between her legs, fingers moving on instinct to her clit to pinch and pull and rub against it exactly the way that always works, and she bites the inside of Lindsey's thigh hard when she comes. All the tension goes out of her in a rush, and the only things keeping her from collapsing into a sweaty pile are Mikey's hands on her hips, holding her up, and Lindsey's hand on her head, keeping her face pinned against the heat and dampness of Lindsey's skin.
Mikey keeps thrusting as she comes, and she can feel it as she clenches tight around him, feels the tingle that tells her that her cunt is already interested in a second go. She twists to look over her shoulder at him. His eyes are closed tight and his mouth is a thin line and she thinks that maybe he's not so far off, himself.
Her guess is confirmed when Mikey stops dead, and she can feel the tremble in his legs where they're hot against hers. "Fuck, Leesh, I want- you know-" he interrupts himself with a grunt as she presses back against him teasingly, and he then pulls out. Alicia's skin goes cold at the loss of contact. Then his hands are on her waist, helping her roll over. She settles her head on Lindsey's thigh and grins up at Mikey, licking her lips with as much filthy intent as she can muster before running her hands up her sides, smoothing her palms over her breasts and pushing them tightly together. She raises an eyebrow at him as their eyes lock.
"Yes," Mikey chokes out as he fists his cock, and then he groans as his face goes slack and streaks of warm come fall on Alicia's breasts, pool in the hollows under her collarbones and run in sticky rivulets across the words tattooed there.
"Jesus Christ," Lindsey says, voice thick with appreciation. Lindsey brushes fingertips over Alicia's shoulder and then starts tracing the curves of Alicia's chest tattoo, smearing Mikey's come into glistening streaks.
Mikey finally opens his eyes again, then shuffles up to straddle Alicia's legs and then leans down to kiss her. She kisses back, her tongue tracing the edges of his lips and teeth, and he makes a soft noise into her mouth. He pulls back to smile at her, and gently pushes her bangs off her face from where they're stuck to her forehead.
Alicia smirks to herself as she sees Mikey's gaze move down from her face to her chest. She hears him whisper "Fuck yeah," probably just to himself, and then he leans in and drags his tongue up the valley between her breasts. Alicia lifts her head and tucks her chin down to watch as his mouth moves across her skin, his lips now wet with his own come. This is always her favourite part, and is pretty much the only reason she lets him come on her tits at all.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a second," Lindsey says then, shifting suddenly, and Alicia is startled when her head slips from Lindsey's leg-which is no longer there-and hits the bed. But then a moment later, when Lindsey is pressed up against Alicia's side and pushing Mikey over, she gets it. "Sharing is caring, Mikey Way," Lindsey announces, leaning in to lick up the side of Alicia's breast. Alicia gasps when Lindsey's lips close around her nipple, and she feels the low rumble of Mikey's laugh against her other breast, and yeah, yeah, she's definitely going to need to come at least once more, if not twice.
Alicia is wrung out from her orgasm and she's only just slowly recovering, but having both of her nipples sucked like this is doing a lot to convince her body to get going again. She plants an elbow and props her head up on her hand and even though the angle hurts her neck she can't stop watching, can't stop staring at the dark heads hovering above her chest, the tongues and teeth and lips running against her skin. She shivers as somebody breathes out hard against the damp skin between her breasts, the tiny hairs of her upper body standing up with the chill.
One mouth leaves Alicia's skin and then she hears Mikey gasp. Alicia pushes Lindsey's hair out of the way and sees Lindsey sucking on Mikey's earlobe. "Nice," Alicia says, and watches Lindsey's jaw move as she works her way up the shell of Mikey's ear. Mikey, for his part, keeps his lips around Alicia's nipple, the edges of his teeth brushing just rough enough against it to make all the muscles in Alicia's stomach go tight. When Alicia sees the pink flash of Lindsey's tongue against Mikey's ear again, she grabs Mikey's shoulder and lifts him off her chest. "Hey," she says to him, and then nods at Lindsey. "You should make out with her, that'd be super hot." Mikey raises his eyebrows at her, but turns and grabs Lindsey and pulls her in for an open-mouthed kiss.
"I love when I'm right," Alicia laughs to herself, and runs her hands across her breasts, which are sticky with drying come and spit. She plays with them idly as she watches Mikey and Lindsey kissing above her, squeezing at them and rubbing her nipples just enough to make her squirm, to keep up the edge that's been building up, but not enough to make her desperate. She watches the slide of their lips and tongues against each other, wonders whether they would still both taste like Mikey's come, or if that's worn away and they just taste each other. There's only one way to find out, she figures, and sits up, reaching out to put her hands on their shoulders. "My turn," she says, pulling Mikey down for a kiss. She licks into his mouth and he maybe tastes a little like come, but mostly just like cigarettes and spit.
When she pulls back from Mikey and turns to Lindsey, Lindsey grins at them and then pushes Mikey off Alicia's lap. She takes his place, putting her leg over Alicia's to straddle them, and then throws herself forward, knocking Alicia backwards. They're kissing before Alicia's back even hits the sheets, Lindsey's hands working into Alicia's hair at the back of her neck. Alicia rests a hand on the small of Lindsey's back and sticks her tongue into Lindsey's mouth.
Lindsey tastes more like Mikey's come than Mikey did, hints of it clinging to the back of her teeth and the insides of her lips. Alicia is so fixated on finding its last remnants that she's taken totally by surprise when Lindsey licks across Alicia's lips and says, "You taste like me."
Alicia gasps at the way the words make her stomach twist and her cunt clench. Lindsey breathes hard against Alicia's mouth and twists her fingers in her hair, pressing herself against the length of Alicia's body. Lindsey is still wearing her bra, and the lace is rough against Alicia's breasts where Lindsey rubs up against her. Alicia writhes when the lace scratches her nipples, her hips jerking up of their own volition.
Lindsey presses back down with her own hips, then slides them sideways so she's straddling Alicia's leg. Her cunt is hot against Alicia's skin, slippery with spit and her own wetness, and Alicia realizes that Lindsey still hasn't come yet. She lifts her leg a little, pushing up against Lindsey's cunt, and Lindsey groans and grinds down on her.
Alicia isn't sure what Mikey is doing but she hopes he's fucking watching. Lindsey is practically writhing on top of her, her hips rolling and her thighs squeezing tight around Alicia's leg and her hands clutching tight, one in Alicia's hair and one on her shoulder. Alicia discovers by happy accident that if she bucks her own hips up just so, her clit rubs against Lindsey's hip, maybe even enough to get her off. She keeps doing it, rocking her hips so she rubs against Lindsey, who keeps moving faster, her legs' grip on Alicia getting tighter and tighter.
"Need a hand?" Alicia murmurs in her ear, and Lindsey shakes her head.
"I'm close," she groans, so Alicia just presses her leg up harder and starts sucking on the side of Lindsey's neck. It's not too much longer before Lindsey tenses all over and then cries out, grinding down hard against Alicia's leg one last time before sprawling bonelessly on top of her, panting hard. Alicia lies still for a moment, smoothing one hand up and down Lindsey's sweaty back, then starts rolling her hips again. It feels good against her clit and she definitely needs to come again, but she's not close.
"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen," Mikey says suddenly, and both women turn to look at him. He's sprawled on his back with his hand on his dick, staring at them.
"How you doing over there, Mikey?" Alicia asks.
"I'm awesome," he says.
Alicia and Lindsey both laugh. Lindsey rolls off Alicia to lie on the bed, sprawling shamelessly across as much space as she can.
"Can you get it up again?" Alicia rolls to face Mikey and grins at him.
Three pairs of eyes focus on Mikey's dick. It's not even half-hard. "You have no idea how much I wish I could," Mikey tells her.
"That's okay," Alicia says, "you can eat me out instead."
He does. And it's awesome.