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03 November 2007 @ 10:08 am
Continued from Here

Somewhere in the back of my mind there's this little voice flailing around, shouting 'Cordelia's here! She's watching you get off!' But I'm to busy getting torn between several sensations. One being Angel's mouth, the second being what he's doing to my ass, the third being Cordelia. The way she looks. My eyes go wide at the way she looks. Panting, lips parted, nipples hard enough to show through the thin cotton of my shirt and her hand rubbing between her legs.

Can't help but groan at that, having to look away quickly. Only to be greeted by the sight of Angel swallowing around my throbbing erection. That does nothing to calm me down at all. Watching my length disappear between swallowed lips while he looks as though he's *enjoying* himself while doing this for me? No, it wouldn't calm me down at all would it. There's even a whimper getting out without my being able to stop it and I have to close my eyes.

Squeezing them shut, I have to lock my knees or I'd have already been in a puddle on the floor without having reached any sort of climax. God, I'm pathetic. Can't even hold on long enough for *that* almost. Doesn't matter though, because the moment those shower curtains rustle and I feel Cordelia plastered to my back, it's as though I'm living a dream. I let Angel move me anyway he can, gasp at Cordelia's words and feel my balls tighten up hard and fast.

I manage to stave off my climax however, though I have no bloody idea how I manage that. But tone in Cordy's voice, her words, maybe the look in Angel's eyes when I finally open mine and meet his make me shiver *hard*. So how I manage to hold off my orgasm? I don't know, all I know that by now I'm making the most pitiful sounds, unable to stop them, while I wish they would just *get on* with whatever it is they want.

It's all fine by me, I just want to-- want to-- "Oh god, please. Angel, Cordy, please. Christ."
Current Mood: impressedimpressed
Cordelia Chase: shines so brightqueen_cordette on November 5th, 2007 07:50 am (UTC)
Yeah. Okay. Sheepish look much? And I don't do sheepish! But what can you do when there's Wes looking at you with those big blue eyes of confusion. Wondering where Angel went cause he was doing all kinds of nice things to him. Which I know cause hell yeah, I *saw* most of that. It's the reason I'm in the shower now and-- Angel's not.

"Uhm," I murmur, trying not to feel totally stupid standing there gripping Wes cock as I'm plastered all over his back. Guess we're lucky I'm still wearing Wes shirt. Or maybe not. Whatever. "That's kinda my fault. So don't you go around saying you're sorry, buster," I tell him, keeping my hand firmly around his cock while he does that whimpery sound that makes me feel even wetter between my legs. And that has so nothing to do with the shower!

"Fuck," I can't help but groan at those sounds. "Just hold on, okay? Angel's gonna be back soon, he's looking for a condom." Which *I* don't have, so where he's gonna find them I have no friggen clue. I just hope he *finds* them, or we're gonna be in a heap of trouble. With Wes, cause he doesn't look like he's having fun no more. And just as I'm about to tell him again to hold on, the shower curtain all but rips with the rush of Angel coming back.

With condom. Huh. I'll be damned. "Thank god," I sigh, watching kinda mesmerized as he rolls the thing over Wes' cock. Should have done that with demon guy, then I wouldn't have been walking around with a belly the size of a small house. Full of demon babies. No babies this time. Just Wes. God I want him. I want him now. I want Angel too, but that's not gonna happen now. Wes can have Angel too though. Hell yeah. And now I'm kinda wondering about the... logistics here. Dunno if Wes can lift me up.

"Shit, how we doing this?" I murmur, blinking when Angel leans in to kiss me as well. That’s nice. Still dunno how we’re gonna be doing this.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on November 5th, 2007 07:51 am (UTC)
"Ow, Cordelia love, a little less tight please?" I get a sheepish look at the and still have to wonder what in the bloody hell just happened. My mind is rather hazy, only knowing that the pleasure I was feeling moments ago is gone. Which means Angel's gone and I still don't know where he went. Apparently it's Cordelia's fault. What? That earns her a even more puzzled look.

"Condoms?" I whimper, only one thing coming to mind when it comes to *that* word. But then, why'd we need... Oh. Oh! Oh dear. I they don't expect me to do that here in the shower because I don't think I could haul Cordelia up for- for that. Good lord, I can't believe I'm actually trying to figure out how we'd do this. The image alone is enough to make me whimper again.

Which is about the same time Angel rushes back into the shower, dragging a gush of cold air along with him. Large eyes look up at him as though he's our salvation. Which he may very well be. The next thing I know I'm getting thoroughly kissed and his hand is back on my cock, but not in the pleasant way it was before. Well, not *as* pleasant, Angel touching me so intimate is always nice. Not that I notice much of that, I'm to busy getting lost in that kiss.

By the time he pulls back from that kiss, I'm panting for air, which is not an easy task in a steam filled shower. Cordelia's still plastered against my back and my cock is covered by latex. Oh. That was quick, I'm guessing he's found condoms then?

"Hngh." And if they don't stop kissing next to me, or touching my cock or hurrying up in general? I don't think there's going to be much fun had at all. "Please," I plead, not caring by now about the *how*, just about 'I really want to bloody come, *yesterday*'.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on November 7th, 2007 01:03 am (UTC)
"Getting there," I say when Wes' voice sounds like more of a whine than a whimper next to my ear. Pulling away from Cordy's beautiful mouth, I look at my very tortured other partner and see that the hand on him did the trick while I was gone at least. Gotta be getting kind of painful there though.

"Turn around, tiger, face Cordy," I say, nudging him around in the steamy shower and getting a good view of Cordy in Wes' shirt. Wes's shirt that is plastered to her curves and not leaving anything to the imagination. God. Scooting up right behind him - right behind him so that my cock gets conventiently nestled between his cheeks - I put my hands around him and pull Cordy in close too.

"Gonna lift you up, princess. Hang onto Wes' neck and hitch your legs around us." I slip even closer to Wes, really plastering myself to his back just like Cordy's shirt to her skin. My hands reach around and grab her ass, squeezing. "Everybody good with that?" I ask, waiting for nods from the two of them before lifting Cordy with ease and helping her get situated where I can.

And if I slide a little in the water and press up against Wes even tighter and pull Cordy even tighter against Wes, who could blame me? Breathing out at the snugness of the way we fit together, I can feel my cock start to fill again. "Go on, Wes, give Cordy what she wants," I urge, voice low, right in Wes' ear. My body feels tight as a bowstring waiting to feel him moving inside her.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on November 7th, 2007 05:45 am (UTC)
Crap. Crap, crap and more crap! I mean, I finally got myself in here - uninvited but they don't seem to mind. And thank friggen *god* for that - but then I'm so lost. I mean it's not like I have heaps of experience here! Yeah, logically I know how it's supposed to work and what I read in those magazine's that'll make Wes blush to the tips of his ear. But when push comes to shove? I have no clue! Maybe this was a stupid idea, maybe I totally ruined their fun. Maybe-- what?

"What?" What's he doing? Angel I mean, it's pretty obvious what Wes isn't doing. Oh! My hand. I quickly let go as Angel turns Wes around and I look down with a bit of awe. Condom rolled over his thick cock that even looks painful all swollen up. Wow. So much wow. And Angel? Looks just as good. I'd say bad, but if they haven't softened by now? I'm thinking that says a lot about me. I'd smirk if if Angel wasn't getting with the program.

Not a moment to soon! He presses us close together, making Wes do that cute whimpery thing again. The moment his cock presses up against my clit? I have to groan myself. That's when I feel Angel's hands on my ass, lifting me up with an ease that reminds just about everyone he's like supernaturally strong guy. Legs come up to wrap around Wes, and Angel it would seem, he's so close by.

"Isn't this a nice sandwich," I pant with a grin that's so not about to leave my face any time soon. Arms wrap around Wes neck, one finger finding it's way into his hair. I lean in close letting my boobs brush up against Wes chest, the shirt making my nipples extra sensitive. "Come on, Tiger," I breathe into his other ear, "I'm all wet, hot and ready for you. So, so very ready, Wes."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on November 7th, 2007 05:45 am (UTC)
There's so many things happening at once that I'm more then a little overwhelmed. There's Angel nearby and Cordelia nearby and my cock is throbbing so painfully that the moment her hand is removed I almost come on the spot. But Angel told me not to come and that's what I'm clinging onto. The words, the *order*, 'don't come, don't come' echoing through my mind like some eerie echo.

It's hard though, especially when Cordelia's blurred figure appears in my line of view. May not be wearing my glasses, but good lord, the way my shirt looks on her? Even wet? It should be a crime. I'm so mesmerized by the view that Angel pressing up against my back this time nearly makes me jump. Instead a moan comes out when I feel his hard and needy cock slip easily between against the channel of my rear. And doesn't that feel nice.

Was there a question? "Yes?" I breathe, not having any idea to what I'm agreeing, as long as they hurry it bloody well up. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up, how much longer I an obey Angel's order not to come. And just as I'm pondering my world shift again, Cordelia's up in the air, legs tightly around both Angel and myself. Angel's plastered up behind me and I'm squished between them. Which would be something I'd enjoy more if my brain had been in working order.

But with both Angel and Cordelia whispering in my ear like *that*? I'm surprised I'm still standing! "Bloody hell," I groan, a trembling hand reaching, almost on autopilot - between Cordelia and my body. I find my aching erection and line it up to Cordelia's wet, and indeed waiting, heat. It's almost a shocking to feel the ease with which I slide my cock inside her. Tight heat squeezes around my throbbing erection, making me gasp with painful pleasure.

"Oh my god, oh my god." I pant. One hand reaches behind me to hold onto Angel while my other moves to Cordelia's hips. And I'm so very, very lost. Angel's cock nestled tightly against my arse, making me wish *he* was inside *me*. My own pushed up deep inside of Cordelia, tight and hot and-- I don't think I can move. If I move it's all over. "Oh shit, bloody buggering hell. Oh god," I can only breathe, eyes squeezed shut as my head lolls back onto Angel's shoulder.
Keep Me: ang please_keep_me on November 10th, 2007 04:01 pm (UTC)
I groan at Cordy's words and when I feel her legs squeeze tighter around the two of us, smushing us closer together. That's our girl. Knows just what to do to get the best reactions. And I can feel Wes' entire body tense as he slides inside her. Fuck, I wish I could see better. Next time though. Next time I want to see his cock slide smooth as silk inside her. Just imaging it? I rub against him shamelessly, sliding my cock in jerks along his ass.

Wes is nowhere near coherency at the moment, and I think I might be close to incoherency myself when I feel his hand hot and wet grasp at my hip. My hands push Cordelia even tighter against Wes, the three of us sandwiched inexorably together, no clear beginning or end to any of us. "Fuck," I groan again, imagining how this is going to be once I can fuck Wes at the same time. "Don't come, Wes," I say against his ear again, wanting this to last a little longer. Just a little longer.

Oh, shit, and there's his neck, right there for me when his head drops back onto my shoulder. I rut my hips against him in an effort to distract myself from what's right in front of my nose. And poor Cordy with no friction while Wes is panting and trying to get a grip. "Do it, Wes. She wants your cock," I groan while I whisper in his ear. "Take her, make her come, Wesley," I tell him, moving Cordy on his shaft a little myself in time with my own needy movements.

My eyes are locked on Cordy's face, seeing the aching need there, and the frustration of wanting Wes to get with the program. Not that she's about to wait. Cordy waits for no man, I think with a smirk. "You're not coming until I tell you to, so fuck her," I order finally in Wes' ear, tongue curling around the shell of it and nipping hard at the soft flesh at the bottom to spur him on.
Cordelia Chase: Over her shoulderqueen_cordette on November 10th, 2007 07:39 pm (UTC)
Oh Jesus holy fucking Christ. Yes! This is what I mean, this is-- Okay I have no words. But wow, do I know who I'm screwing just by the temperature at all. Where Angel's all cool, Wes is hot. Not warm. Hot. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me and I really, really, totally wish he'd move already. I try to be patient though. I mean, he was this close to coming already and we're so keeping him from it.

Which is why I'm blinking at Angel's words. Order more like. Wow, he so would not have gotten away with saying that to me. No way, not when I'm this close. Unless we're like, playing some game, but I don't think either of us is ready for that. Wes on the other hand just looks like he's gonna fly apart if he doesn't get to come soon, and I can't help but wonder what he'll make of those words. If he even hears them.

Wes so isn't me, and this is only a good thing for this relation ship. So I tighten my grip on them both, clamping my legs around them. I lean forward to nibble on Wes throat while Angel keeps spurring him on and groan when there's finally movement. Tiny thrusts clearly not made by Wes, but by Angel. I glance over Wes shoulder, watching Angel getting himself off with Wes ass and man... “Oh fuck, so hot watching you two.“ So very much *not* a turn-off.

"Shit, Wes. So good, harder, god yes." Using the wall I help Angel - which actually means we're helping Wes - by spearing myself on Wes shaft. With a bit of wiggling I can get him to push into me just right, wanting to move my hand down to rub my clit. Instead I grab Wes hand, put it between my legs and bit down on his shoulder. "Fuck me, Wes, come on. Then you get to come."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on November 10th, 2007 07:40 pm (UTC)
Can't breathe, can't move, can't do anything. All I can is feel. Feel them. Feel Cordelia pressed up to my front, my cock buried deep inside her. Wet walls clenching around my shaft, squeezing it so tightly it hurts in just the right way. Then there's Angel behind me. And I can feel his strength holding us both up, feel *his* cock sliding through the channel of my arse, feel his words.

They make me groan. I'm so close to coming I don't know how he's going to prevent me from doing so. But I'll know that I've disappointed him and maybe that's what he's aiming for? I don't know, I don't know anything any longer. All I do is feel. And it's a good thing we're already under the shower, or I'd have been sweating in a most unpleasant way.

"Please," I breathe, the words nothing more but a whisper, barely getting over the rush of the shower. It may have actually been a whimper but by now I don't care. I just want to come. Angel's words make me shudder, as to Cordelia's. I can feel her taking my hand and I don't even have to open my eyes to know where she's put it. Between her legs, I can feel the heat radiation from her want, her lust. And the same goes for Angel behind me.

"Bloody hell. Oh... bugger." Yes, that is the idea, Pryce. Snap to it, or you'll have two very, very disappointed partners. I just hope they don't expect me to be some sort of super man. I can't even hold Cordelia up on my own for example. Right, snapping to it now.

My taking a deep breath is cut short when they both suddenly use teeth. My hips jerk forward and a cry of pure want gets ripped out of my throat. "Can't," I moan, "Can't not-- Oh god--" Hips keep moving in a stuttering rhythm, pushing my cock into Cordelia and my arse against Angel and dear lord, I'm so close. So close, only their words and my not wanting to disappoint them keeps me from going over that edge.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 11th, 2007 06:09 pm (UTC)
My eyes close and I groan in Wes' ear, the feel of his ass clenching against me is just this side of paradise. Warm, wet flesh against my bare cock, I can barely think, instead I just move, making myself and hopefully them feel good too.

Wes feels amazing the way his body is clenched so tight - not out of nerves this time, but in desperation. He needs it so bad. And that? Is hot. That we've gotten him so wound up that the only thing he can think is not to come, is pretty damn amazing.

Finally, finally, he snaps out of it, and I wonder for a second whether my order made him feel better or worse. But we're all moving, and there's not time think, need building up in me, my balls tightening fast as I rut up against his ass, pushing him into Cordelia as he rocks back and forth between us barely holding on.

"Perfect, Wes, that's it," I praise in his ear, mindlessly moving with him and listening to his desperate cries. God "Christ, Wes. So good. Cordy," I groan, watching her work herself on Wes' fingers and swollen erection. Damn it I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer and if they keep whimpering like that- "Come, Wes. We want to see you," I moan so close against his ear, smashing my hips against his for more friction. "Come, Wes," I whisper throatily, hands squeezing Cordy's ass and still trying to help her move on Wes's shaft while I feel my own orgasm about to break free. I can see his fingers trying to move agains her, and it's all I can do to remember not to let go in order to touch Cordy too, not to try to get us all off at once.
Cordelia Chase: Big Smilequeen_cordette on November 11th, 2007 08:44 pm (UTC)
I'm thinking Wes is on sensory overload right now. Poor guy, we did kinda sneak up on him in the shower. First Angel then me. And he was worse off when it came to the flu thingy then me. What with his doing research and cleaning weapons and all that crap. Doesn't mean it's not feeling good to have him inside me. I'm sure Angel is thinking the same from his side.

And as I look down at Angel's cock slipping between the cheeks of Wes ass? Can't help but wonder what it'll look like to have Angel fuck Wes. Or what that'll feel like for Wes. Has he ever done something like that before? I mean it's not like he was all sorts of hesitant about doing it with a guy. Man, that looks all kinds of hot. The sight alone could bring me off.

Right now I need more though. Wes fingers finally finding my clit and rubbing it has me jerking in his arms. A cry of pure pleasure gets out as I slam back against the wall. "Oh shit yes. Wes, Wes." I tighten my legs even more around them, one hand in Wes hair, the other clutching Angel's shoulder now that he's close by. And now trying to imagine what it'll be like to have *Angel's* mouth between my legs.

Oh, that thought bring me even closer to the edge. Wes is finally thrusting into me, no doubt with Angel's help. "Oh yes, so good, so good. Angel harder, god." I can feel big hands squeeze my ass, smaller hands rubbing my clit and a hot cock pounding into me and being so close? I'm gone. So fucking gone. Especially when I hear Angel's words. Almost like he's saying them to me as well.

"Yes! Shit!" I cry out, the sound echoing in the small shower. My body starts to spasm and jolt after jolt of pure heat goes through my body in waves. I can feel Wes pulsing inside me, my hands now clutching both of Angel's shoulder and digging my nails in deep as I ride out my climax. My eyes fly open focusing on both Wes and Angel cause I wanna see them come.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile2 S2watcher_pryce on November 11th, 2007 08:45 pm (UTC)
This is to much, I don't think I can take it much longer. My movements are far to slow and stuttering. I can barely hear what they're saying I'm so far gone. There's very little air getting into my lung and with this flu already blocking my breathing is it any wonder I'm seeing stars? I'm feeling so warm it's almost burning, but damn does it feel good.

Clumsy fingers finally find that spot between Cordy's legs she wants me to touch. And the moment my fingers rub over it she jolts against me and pushed me deeper inside her. I can feel her muscles clench around my cock making me groan or quite possibly whimper. By now I really don't know what comes out of my mouth, nor do I care. I don't even know if I'm coming or going.

Angel's still behind me, holding on tight. Cool, throbbing erection pushing through the channel of my arse. Rubbing over my entrance, the head sliding over that sensitive skin just below it. Against my balls and then back up again. Oh god, this is really to much, I suppose I should be glad their hands are to busy holding on to get much touching in or I'd be lost. So bloody lost.

Finally I hear Angel's voice again, whispering those words I've been wanting to hear since he damn well started all this in the shower. My body freezes, tensing with the need to come. First there's nothing, but then I hear Cordelia cry out and I too find myself stumbling over that edge.

"Oh..." I whisper almost as though in awe. My cock explodes inside her at the same time my legs give out and I can feel myself sliding down as I'm no longer able to hold myself up.