“Whose foot is that on my back?”
Viktor bites back a groan, stretching his legs without hitting anything, anyone, in the process. His hand reaches across the bed, blindly probing for extra limbs, but it only finds Mel’s curls tangled between them, no hair clips taming them into submission.
Half muffled by a yawn, he turns his face to Jayce, “Mel’s, obviously.”
Jayce lifts his head and glances back, where Mel is sleeping diagonally, taking up a good portion of the bed. An amused chuckle leaves Viktor as he takes in Jayce’s surprised face.
“Were you expecting someone else?”
Jayce laid back down, settling on his back. “It’s cold. She’s got cold feet. That’s all.”
Something similar to concern curls inside Viktor’s chest at Jayce’s choice of words. Will she regret this as soon as she wakes up? Will she write this off as a silly mishap between drunken acquaintances? Colleagues? Friends? Viktor glances at Mel’s arm draped over his waist and misses it already, knowing there’s only so much time he can steal before she wakes up and bursts their bubble.
As if hearing his thoughts, Mel mumbles from her position down the bed, where she keeps her arm firmly around him. “It’s because you both pulled the blankets in different directions, you blanket hoggers.”
Mel buries her face deeper in Viktor’s side while her other hand beckons Jayce closer. All the tension leaves his body as she sighs contentedly against his skin, Jayce’s arm hugging both of them closer. He could get used to this.
When Mel’s hand starts tracing lazy patterns that go down the curve of his hipbone, her lips brushing the taut skin of his stomach, a shiver goes down his body and Mel laughs. He looks at Jayce for a clue on what to do next, taking in the slow kisses he’s trailing down Mel’s back. Viktor can’t, for the life of him, see where his hand is, but Mel’s soft exhale gives him a clue.
Oh, he could definitely get used to this.
Viktor looks at Jayce’s back arching as he leans down to follow the line of Mel’s spine with his lips, at the width of his strong shoulders, the expanse of smooth skin he’s finally allowed to stare at and the urge to trace his tongue down every single vertebra overwhelms him.
Mel’s splayed hand against his skin presses down, pushing his body against the mattress, bringing his attention to her dark curls framing her face as she noses at the dark hair, stopping short of the base of his cock. Her breath against his skin makes him shiver. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” a soft exhale turns into a gasp when her tongue slides down his length, her soft lips leaving a trail of spit all the way to the tip. A groan leaves Mel and then she grinds down on Jayce’s hand, impatient.
“God, Mel, you’re so wet,” Jayce closes his eyes as he pushes inside her, Mel throws her head back with a pleased smile on her face.
“I was having pleasant dreams,” she says. A frown distorts her face a moment later. “Why did you stop?”
Viktor’s eyes follow hers in Jayce’s direction just in time to see him swallow his fingers while holding Mel’s gaze. He feels his cheeks heat up when Jayce’s cheeks hollow out from sucking his own fingers clean.
“I wanna eat you out.” Jayce’s voice is strained and, while Mel’s body right now blocks his view, he knows without a doubt Jayce is hard. Viktor feels all the blood rush from his brain to his groin and he wants, he needs, Jayce’s cock in his mouth.
“Fuck, that’s hot. You’re hot,” Viktor blurts out. Mel’s amused expression turns to him, her hand hovering just above his half-hard cock, his eyes drop from Mel’s eyes to her lips, the soft line of her neck, following a trail of freckles down her chest. Hunger curls inside of him and he wants, wants, wants.
As if she had a direct line to his thoughts, she smiles, then leans down and swallows all of Viktor inside her warm, wet mouth.
“Fucking hell, Mel,” Jayce’s breathless voice pulls a soft laugh out of Viktor, but it quickly turns into a groan when Mel’s tongue tenses and pointedly licks up the underside of his dick.
Viktor reaches towards Jayce’s, pulling him down by his neck into a hungry kiss. They kiss long and deep, until Jayce pulls away with a shaky breath, his forehead resting against Viktor’s for a moment, as if he needs strength to follow through.
With a final, ridiculously chaste peck on the lips, Jayce drags himself away from Viktor, returning his attention to his previous task: kissing down Mel’s back, parting Mel’s legs, slipping a finger inside. Mel chooses that moment to suck and Viktor knows there’s nowhere else he’d rather be right now. Except maybe in between them two.
Eventually, Jayce repositions himself, lifting Mel’s hips to give his mouth a better angle, and dives in head first into Mel. The moan that leaves her mouth is so filthy, Viktor’s hips tilt upwards out of their own volition. The movement only makes matters worse when Mel gags, spit dribbling down her chin, causing Jayce’s hand to reach out and push him down the bed. Viktor feels his entire body on fire at the thought of being held down, his want so intense, it threatens to blind him.
Mel’s moans reverberate around his cock, making Viktor bite his lips to stop an undignified whine from escaping his mouth. The night before, it was easy to let himself slip in the cracks between them, to feel like he was catching a sneak peak of what could have been, in another life. Now, in the light of the morning, with Mel’s mouth wrapped around him and Jayce tongue inside of her, he knows he’s fallen into them, the pull strong enough to tide him over past the point of no return.
Viktor’s hips hitch involuntarily when Mel’s mouth slides down his balls, her tongue probing and licking around his hole, her hand firm at the base of his cock. “I want to ride you, Vik.”
And by God, he’s glad her hand grips him tightly, otherwise it’d be over before it started. Viktor eyes Jayce as he pulls back from Mel, wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and leans forward to give Mel a filthy, openmouthed kiss. He struggles to lean back on his elbows, his neck stretching upwards, eager to get a taste of Mel’s mouth, but she pushes him back down as she pulls away from Jayce and shifts her body to straddle him.
Jayce, ever the gentleman, guides Viktor’s cock inside her before dropping a kiss on Mel’s shoulder. There’s little resistance as she pushes herself down with a dirty, drawn-out moan, arching her back just so, barely enough to position herself, then slowly, maddeningly roll her hips down. Jayce’s hand falls from Mel’s hips to find his own cock and stroke it softly; Viktor’s mouth waters.
“Jayce,” he croaks but it’s enough for Jayce, in his infinite knowledge of Viktor-speak, to understand him. Jayce leans down until his mouth is on Viktor and they’re kissing, a kiss searing and all-consuming that tastes like Mel. The thought makes him dizzy with arousal and Mel takes that moment to snap her hips down.
“It feels so good, you feel so good.” It’s almost rhythmic, the way Mel lowers herself onto him repeatedly, mumbling words that are undecipherable to his brain right now.
With a mind of its own, Viktor’s right hand finds Jayce’s dick, wrapping itself around him, slowing down his strokes as much as possible. He feels hungry, greedy, engulfed by a want so deep, he never wants this moment to end. Because speaking is too much effort, Viktor tries to convey the feeling by dragging his teeth down Jayce’s bottom lip, biting down hard enough to draw a moan out of him. The sound is a balm on the tension that’s been steadily building since Mel climbed on top of him, ruthlessly fucking herself into him.
“Jayce, Jayce,” Mel’s needy whines urge Viktor to tighten the grasp of his left hand on her thigh, turning his head to look at her, Jayce’s lips drawing the line of Viktor’s jaw. “Jayce, I want- I need you in me.”
Viktor’s one hundred percent sure his brain has left the building because for a minute, there’s nothing but static at Mel’s words. Then, Viktor realizes he’s still inside of her and it clicks.
Oh. Oh.
Now that’s one hell of mental image. Viktor could get addicted to this.
Jayce’s hand tightens around his dick, gripping the base tight, as if the thought itself was too much to act upon. “I won’t last a minute.”
“Well, maybe I want you to come inside me, have you thought of that?”
Viktor lets his head fall back to the bed, closing his eyes, trying to focus on anything that’s not the way Mel clenches around him or Jayce’s frantic look at Mel’s suggestion. The heady feeling only becomes stronger when he feels Jayce shift around the bed. With a last stroke of his thumb over the slit, Viktor retreats his hand and brings it to his mouth, hovering just above his lips. He opens his eyes to find Mel and Jayce focused on him.
“Maybe I wanted Jayce to come in my mouth,” Viktor finds himself teasing, his thumb ghosting over his lips. “Have you thought of that?”
Mel waves the suggestion away. “Please, we can do that next time. I asked first.”
Neither Viktor nor Jayce have it in them to tell her no right now, so they exchange a last quick kiss before Jayce moves to find the lube. Mel grabs his hand when he retreats, catching his mouth with hers, whispering in between kisses, “will you just get in me already, love?”
Jayce frowns and he looks like he’s about to argue, but Mel guides his hand down, pushing two of his fingers inside her vagina and Viktor becomes convinced this is a dream. There’s just no way things could get any hotter.
And then Jayce pumps his fingers in and out of Mel, sliding up Viktor’s cock, short-circuiting his brain. Mel grinds her hips down, seeking more friction and Viktor finds his hand caressing up the curve of her hips, reaching to spread her legs further, inviting Jayce in.
His mouth waters when Jayce kneels on the bed —his cock swollen, dripping, begging to be swallowed—, positioning himself behind Mel.
Viktor’s heart skips a beat, savoring the static in the room, and Jayce pushes inside so infuriatingly slow, he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. Was it this intense the night before? Overwhelming, irresistible, all-consuming? He can’t remember what sex was like before this, but it surely wasn’t like this. Viktor’s fingers dig deeper into Mel’s hips just as she reaches down to pry his lower lip out of his teeth. Because he can, Viktor runs his tongue over his lips, brushing Mel’s fingertips, and hold her gaze. Because she loves to cause a riot, Mel puts her entire thumb into Viktor’s mouth.
At this rate, she will be the death of him.
He doesn’t have time to linger on those thoughts because Jayce chooses that moment to pull back, then snap his hips into Mel and the moans that leave their mouths make the hair in the back of his arms stand.
It doesn’t last much longer after that. Jayce’s desperate thrusts, the sound of skin on skin, Mel’s fingers in his mouth; it’s a wonder Viktor lasted this long. He comes with a drawn-out moan as bright light explodes behind his eyes. He’s not sure if his brain actually disconnects for a second, but he’s sort of brought back by Mel’s cry as she fiercely rolls her hips down, withdrawing her fingers out of Viktor’s mouth only to pull him up into a hungry kiss. Mel’s tongue pushes against his, her grinding slowing down when Jayce groans behind him, pulling out of her, then falling face first next to Viktor.
“What the fuck,” Jayce mumbles against the pillow, his face slack.
Mel climbs off Viktor, drawing a hiss out of him when his oversensitive dick slides out of her. She flops down in between the two of them, a sly smile on her face when she says, “we are doing that again.”
Yeah, Viktor will definitely get addicted to this.