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Andy interrupts, when I ask Gabe a question. As though I was talking to him, not Gabe. But then he falls silent, I think, when the picture becomes clear.

Gabe doesn’t answer, however. He just squeezes my hip, and licks faster.

‘He’s a kinky fucker,’ Andy says, and I won’t disagree with that assessment. Suddenly I’m trailing behind Gabe in a world of desires he won’t
quite
voice, but that are clear and thrilling, none-the-less.

‘So come on then. What’s he doing to you?’

I have no idea who’s telling who to do what. But I answer, anyway.

‘Licking me.’

Andy groans, still gruff even when it’s down the tinny phone line.

‘He’s eating your pussy?’

‘Yes. He’s got two fingers inside me, too.’

‘Just the two?’

‘Yeah, just two.’

Gabe squirms against me, insistent, probing – and then it’s three. Not as full as when he’s fucking me with his cock, but still blissful.

‘How hard is he doing it?’

‘Not hard at all. Slow and firm, and right up against my g-spot.’

‘Good, babe?’

‘No, I hate it. What the fuck’s the matter with you?’

But Andy just laughs. I can hear the jangle of a belt being unbuckled, the rasp of a zipper.

‘Think I’m going to come, soon. My thighs are trembling like mad,’ I say, and this time I get a sigh of pleasure. Though I’ve no idea if it’s for the words, or because he’s now got hold of his cock.

‘Tell me what else he’s doing.’

‘Licking my clit.’

‘Uh, yeah.’

‘He’s amazing at it. Really amazing.’

‘Now you’re just trying to make me feel bad.’

‘No – he really is. Oh yeah – right there. Lick me there, baby – yes.’

I can hear him masturbating, now. One boy between my legs, the other at the end of a phone line, jerking to the beat of my pleasure. I’m sure life does actually get better than this, but I’d be hard pressed to think of how.

‘You’re lying,’ he says, suddenly, so I let him know all the ways in which I’m not.

‘His tongue is so long and pointed, and he just kind of … oh … flicks it over my clit – you know, right on the underside, right where it’s sensitive. But not too much, not too much. And then he licks in these
circles
, Jesus it feels so good.’

‘Yeah? Yeah?’

‘He just … slides around the exact shape of my clit. All the way around it and – ah, yes. He’s pinching my nipples, now, with slippery fingers. And when he’s not doing that, he’s stroking himself.’

‘Fuck.’

‘He’s really hard again even though he only came a little while ago. He can get so hard so quickly, and the noises he makes when I’m sucking him and fucking him …’

I’m not sure who I’m supposed to be humiliating, now. But either way I can hear Andy really groaning and Gabe’s almost humping the mattress and I’m definitely almost there. It’s just too much for me to take.

‘You dirty bitch. You dirty little slut – are you going to come? Come, baby.’

‘Ladies first,’ I say, and he grunts and curses at me down the phone line.

I think he just about makes it, before I do. Though I’m sure he enjoys my jagged moans and gasps, all the same – not to mention the way I cry out
I’m coming, I’m coming
, as Gabe’s tongue hits it just right and that warm tightness in my chest spreads down, through my belly, through my clenching, swelling sex.

I think I vaguely hear him mutter that he’s come all over himself, before I tell him I’ve got to go. I’ve got to go, because Gabe is knelt over me, mouth wet, eyes dark and close to angry – though he doesn’t say anything like what his expression would seem to suggest.

Instead, he blurts out, ‘Next time, I want to fuck you while you talk to him.’

I
T’S PROBABLY A TERRIBLE
, terrible idea. Even I know that, and I’m the insane person who’s spending her days ordering around a guy she’s too crazy about, while another guy invites himself around for a cup of tea.

Because that’s what Andy does. He invites himself around for a cup of tea, and Gabe says
maybe I’ll make a Victoria sponge
and I think God, what world am I living in?

But I let it all happen, anyway. Mainly because just sitting in my living room with Andy sprawled on the couch like an arrogant arse, and Gabe not knowing where to look as though we’re at tea with the Queen … yeah. That was worth the price of admission alone.

‘So, how’ve you been, babe?’ Andy says. Because now is definitely time for small talk. Unfortunately, however, even small talk seems gargantuan and loaded – when he asks, I think of exactly how I’ve been, in great and explicit detail.

I think of Gabe telling me how much being with me means to him. I think of the words I wanted to say to his back, with the sound turned down. I think of the way he’d excitedly shafted me, after saying how much he wanted to fuck me while I talked to another man.

Or perhaps more aptly, while another man watched us. Because that’s what it boils down to, isn’t it? He likes being watched, and told what to do, and I’m pretty sure he’d also enjoy Andy saying mean things to him while his cock stuttered in and out of my pussy.

I try to send him mind waves. Is that what you want, Gabe? Or do you just want to show off what a good lay you are, to the guy who’s kind of looking at you with this mocking, knowing smile on his handsome face?

He just stares back at me, eyes burning behind the glasses. Even now, you wouldn’t know what he’s like, to look at him. I wouldn’t know, and I’ve spanked him until he came all over my sheets.

‘How about you, Gabe? That’s your name, right?’

Lord
.

‘Yes. And I’ve been great. Thanks for asking.’

I adore the way he says those words. Absolutely adore it. He kicks some real condescension into his tone – so much so that Andy looks peeved, briefly. Andy might think that he’s tougher than Gabe, and better-looking – but he’s not smarter. He’ll never be smarter.

‘Would you like some cake?’

I swear to God, he says it like he’s offering Andy some pussy. And it’s not just my imagination, either.

‘You been getting all the cake you can eat, huh?’

Andy folds his arms over his chest. Gabe shrugs, but can’t keep his smile all the way down.

I’m in the middle of a mud-wrestling match, and didn’t even know it. Though all things considered, it’s probably best that I don’t think about mud wrestling. Both of them slick and stripped to their underwear is something my libido could probably do without.

‘And what exactly do you think you’ve got that I don’t?’

God, he’s an arsehole. They’re both acting like arseholes. Only then Gabe answers, and all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

‘Obedience.’

‘Yeah? You think you’re obedient? Crawl on your knees to her, then.’

WARNING. WARNING. WARNING.

‘I didn’t say I was obedient to you.’

Why has my body decided to paralyse itself, just as the alarm goes off in my brain? It did this the last time this happened, too – though I have to say it’s only got itself to blame. Letting him come around for a cup of tea and a slice of Victoria sponge! What by God did I think was going to happen?

They’re like rutting bulls, only one bull’s got the other one’s number and enjoys exploiting it.

‘Yeah, but seriously, mate. Why else would she have invited me over?’ Andy laughs, and looks at me like – what’s this guy’s malfunction? But it’s OK, because Gabe answers neatly, for me.

‘Because I asked her to.’

Andy doesn’t say anything for a long, long moment, after that. He stares at Gabe, and Gabe stares back, and the air feels prickly and charged and for a good portion of that long moment, I’m sure they’re going to snog.

Finally, the brain of Britain comes up with, ‘
Really
.’

He isn’t asking, however. Just commenting on the many interesting qualities Gabe’s statement seems to have. I mean, it could have any number of connotations. It could suggest that Gabe fancies having a cock in his mouth – who knows?

I wonder if Andy fancies having Gabe’s cock in his mouth. Though I don’t think my question’s going to be answered, any time soon. They’re still having an eye fight, at the OK Corral.

‘So maybe you want to do what I tell you to, more than that little prickly stick up your butt denial suggests. How about it, chief?’

Gabe doesn’t say anything. He’s hard though – I can tell he is. He’s hunched over just a little bit, in the armchair – in order to hide what would otherwise by obvious, in those thin grey trousers. And he’s squirming, minutely. If you didn’t know him, you probably couldn’t tell.

But I do know him. He’s aroused, and working himself against it.

‘I’ll do whatever Maddie wants,’ he says, after a moment.

‘Maddie doesn’t know what she wants. Isn’t that right, babe?’

I’m sure I do. I do, right?

‘She needs a firm hand, the same way you do. She wants to just sit there, and let me take all the responsibility – she wants me to do all the talking. Don’t you think?’

Gabe looks vaguely … worried? Like he doesn’t know the answer, at the very least. But that’s OK, Gabe, because I don’t know the answer, either. I just know that I’m wet and already wriggling on my chair, the way that you are. And when Andy says
crawl across the floor on your hands and knees to her
, this time, Gabe obeys him.

It’s not the fact that he does so, however, that blooms pleasure through me. It’s him taking off his glasses, first, and putting them on the coffee table, neatly. That’s what does it. I think, weirdly:
like Clark Kent, turning into Superman
.

And then he prowls across my carpet, eyes on me, that dip to his back making him look like something dark and exotic and animalistic. A panther, I think, like a panther – but by that point I’m too breathless to process anything real or sane.

‘Now show me what you got, mate,’ Andy says, and some of that intense uncomfortable sense of his arseholery melts away. He just sounds so genuinely curious and sort of left-over impressed, from the night before.

Plus he’s squeezing the bulge between his jeans-clad legs. Apparently I’ll forgive a lot, for that.

Gabe looks up at me, dark eyes pupil-less and glinting with a ferocious … something. But I don’t tell him anything, or give him a word of reassurance. It could well be because Andy’s got the reins, but there’s also the fact that Gabe doesn’t
need
my reassurance. He doesn’t need anything. He uncrosses my legs, all on his own.

And there’s something about him doing so that I don’t mind
at all
. Dear God, no. He just slides one leg off the other like I’m a life-sized doll, and then splays his fingers over my bare thighs, in order to effectively spread them.

And when that’s not enough, he hooks his hands underneath my knees, and
drags
me, suddenly, to the end of the seat cushion – so much so that my butt almost comes all the way off, and my skirt ruffles most of the way up my thighs.

Of course I’m not wearing any knickers. But the pair of them moan, when they catch a glimpse of what’s between my legs.

‘She’s got a nice pussy, huh?’ Andy says, and oh Lord – is it OK if him talking like I’m not here turns me on? Especially when Gabe answers
yeah
, and his warm breath stirs over my already slick cunt.

‘You like eating her out?’

‘I love it. I love licking pussy.’

He hesitates over the word pussy. But he gets it out, in the end, all hoarse and kind of up and down.

‘Yeah? How come?’

I can see Gabe considering – eyes far off and likely imagining something good and dirty – while he strokes just the edge of one knuckle, over the fluff of hair at the curving edge of my slit. It’s definitely not enough contact to do anything for me, but I shiver, anyway.

‘The noises she makes. They’re really dirty, when I’m going down on her. And the way she moves, and the feel of her all wet against my face. She likes it when I lick fast just where her clit swells upwards – I could make her come really quickly, I think, but I like drawing it out and hearing her get louder and louder. If you do it for a long time, she’ll say things and ask for things she wouldn’t usually.’

Wow. And not just for how much him talking about licking fast turns me on. He’s dead on the money, even though he’s only done this, like, what? Twice? But he’s utterly right – wind me up and I’ll go as mindless as I am right now.

‘So come on then, man. What’re you waiting for, if you know what you’re doing that much?’ Andy says, and Gabe flashes feral teeth at him.

‘I
do
know what I’m doing. I could do this blindfolded.’

This time, it’s Andy’s turn to give the feral grin.

‘That right?’ he says, in a way that makes Gabe’s grin drop, just a little. I think I know what Andy’s going to suggest, before the words come out. ‘Maybe we should test that out then, what do you say, mate? Think you can make her all fuck-happy, blindfolded?’

He glances at me, then – a little harried-looking. I’ve no idea what he thinks of sense deprivation or anything like that, so it’s hard to judge his expression. Is he just tense because Andy’s calling the shots, or is it just the suggestion, the idea of going without sight?

Either way, I let Andy go first when he starts nudging us in the direction of the bedroom – all casual,
come on, kids
– and then when he’s beyond the door I take Gabe’s arm, and remind him. There’s a word he can say, if he wants to stop. He can stop any time, if anything makes him uncomfortable.

But he just kisses me, fiercely – as fierce as Andy probably would – before we follow him in.

Of course, he’s stripped himself completely naked in the time it took to have a chat and a snog. And I won’t lie – he looks
good
, sprawled out on my bed. He looks golden and solid and edible, and so much so that Gabe seems almost startled by it. He lingers in the doorway, while Andy tells me to
get those fucking clothes off
.

Though for all I know, he could be talking to Gabe. In fact, I think Gabe believes that’s the case, because he stutters beneath the hand I’ve still got on his arm. And then he shivers, when I start unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his tweedy trousers.

‘Is this the way it usually goes?’ Andy says. He’s lazily jerking off, while he does so. ‘You undress him?’

There’s a sardonic twist to his words that makes Gabe flush, but his cock jerks against my unfastening hands, at the same time. He’s left a wet spot on the material, too, and when I tug the whole lot down to his ankles, he looks hard enough to hammer nails.

Which is also something Andy wants to comment on, apparently.

‘Christ, mate. That cock of yours. Does it ever go down?’

When Gabe answers no, he does so with a wry smile on his face. Shortly before he rips his shirt and jumper over his head and off, all by himself.

‘Got to be honest. I can’t wait to see you fuck her with that thing. You like that in you, Maddie?’

‘What do you think?’ I say, then rub my hand over and around it, just for emphasis.

Gabe’s thighs tremble. But he’s got himself under enough control to start undressing me, before I explode from the heat and the wanting and all of this fucked-up-ness that’s just about making me crazy.

‘Oh yeah,’ Andy says. ‘Turn her around. Show me her tits.’

Which is insanely hot, I have to say – though even hotter is Gabe getting his hand around my body to grope said body parts, while Andy looks on with molten eyes. He pinches my nipples and I squirm against his mostly naked body, the heated bar of his cock brushing over my lower back to excellent effect.

He groans, loudly, and Andy follows suit like we’re a chemical reaction – add the acid and everything fizzes over. He’s stopped jerking off, now, and I think I know why. In fact, it’s obvious why – it’s too much. It’s just too much. I’m thinking
tell him what to do again, tell me what to do again
– it has to be too much.

‘Touch her pussy, now,’ he says, while my legs turn to water. ‘Show me how you do it to her.’

And Gabe just braces me against his front, and does as he’s told. Two fingers sliding slickly through my slit, then parting them to spread me open, on the way back up.

‘That’s good,’ Andy says. ‘So good. Get her over here.’

I go without Gabe doing anything at all. He just follows me, crawling on the bed after me, hands all over my arse and between my legs. There’s not even a hint of pushing me towards anything, until Andy sort of leans forward and indicates that he’s going to kiss me.

While his eyes remain on Gabe.

It’s weirdly the first time I’ve felt as though Andy is asking something like permission, and I have to say – as much as I like Gabe suddenly and definitely nudging me towards Andy’s mouth, there’s definitely a little stomach drop, at the same time. The backs of my knees go weak, and my clit jumps, and when Gabe actually
holds
me with my mouth on Andy’s, everything inside me tangles together in a big confused mess.

I understand why he enjoys this. I do. I do. I understand why I enjoy it, too.

And yet. Just say if you don’t want me to, Gabriel. Just say.

But he doesn’t say anything at all. I feel his hand leave my back when the kiss deepens, Andy’s strong masculine smell filling me up and the feel of his tongue thrusting like a hard fuck into my mouth and … oh. It’s good, and even better when they both turn me onto my back with gentle and rough hands, and then there’s Gabe’s hot, eager mouth between my legs.

I stuff my hand into Andy’s ever-so-slightly curling hair, and he growls his approval into my mouth. He gets a handful of my right breast in a way Gabe would never – firm, almost too hard, grip, biting at the nipple on every squeeze – but the contrast is incredible. Like being punished and rewarded, all at the same time. Hard pressure, then quick, slippery laps at my clit – Christ.