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03 November 2007 @ 10:08 am
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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
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on December 1st, 2007 04:07 pm (UTC)
Seems to have forgotten all about disappointing us, looks like, I think with a very smug look once the kissing is over. "Like it when we kiss?" I ask her, brushing my lips along Wes' jaw before ending the kissing completely. I can feel her heat next to me, and absolutely smell that she's getting aroused again. Wow. Just some kissing, huh? I guess Wes and I really are going to have to do that all day some time. Wonder how many times we could get Cordy off with just kissing? That would be an interesting experiment. Right now, though, we seem to have hit a snag. Guess I did my job a little too well.

Smiling at Wes' complete confusion, I press the towel into Wes' hand that's not holding Cordy's very attractive breast, and then moving the hand with the towel to her other breast. "Dry," I murmur to Wes, guiding his touch, making him slide the towel down along her side, along the curve of her hips and ass, across her stomach and at that point I'm fighting not to move things along too fast and dip fingers between her legs, so I let him go, let him figure out what to dry next with the fluffy textured towel while my hand gets a turn with her breast, cupping it and flicking my thumb back and forth over her nipple. Didn't get to do this in the shower.

"My turn, when you finish with Cordy, Wes," I remind him, little rivulets of water still sliding down my chest as I scoot in next to them, still entranced with Cordy's breasts. Funny how a little flick of my nail sends a new wave of arousal to my nose. I give her some soft little squeezes, but mostly I'm just rubbing my thumb over the tip of her nipple. Get to feel it harden and pebble while I watch her face. That's definitely pretty.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on December 1st, 2007 04:30 pm (UTC)
Ooh, look at that smug look. Just look at Angel's face with the smugness. Okay, he has ever right to look smug, but I'm thinking that despite the big brain he has? It doesn't really take all that much to break it. At least it doesn't take all that much for *us* to break it. Good thing it's fixable... I hope. Pretty much fixes itself after some rest.

Which he's so not getting right now, our Wes. Nope, not if we can help it. Wonder just how far we can push him before he actually can't move or think at all. Would be all kinds of fun to find out cause he's always so proper and thinking and stuff. At the moment he's not doing much of anything and I watch bemused as Angel takes his hand and guides them both over my body. Wes' hand and his own. Which is way great feeling.

A shudder goes through me when Wes finally gets the hang of it, totally managing on his own which leaves Angel to do some naughty stuff for himself. Angel's hand is big and strong on my breast. Which is so different from Wes' where he's still resting his delicate, elegant hand on my other one. I glance down and can't help but grin at the sight. I'll always know who's touching me, temp aside, that's for sure.

"Having fun?" I ask, swallowing down a groan as Angel keeps playing with my nipples. An eyebrow raises in his direction and my own hand snakes out to curl around his cock again. His very much reacting cock. A quick glance at Wes lets me know he's not noticing that, cause that would have made that look come back. Right now? I'm gonna have me some fun with Angel here.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile2 S2watcher_pryce on December 1st, 2007 04:31 pm (UTC)
Can't seem to stop staring at my hand on her breast. Very fine looking breast. *Very* fine indeed. I dare to squeeze it gently, gasping at the feeling of it filling my hand so easily. Just as when I hold onto Angel's shaft. As though they were made for just my hand. Or rather, as though my hand was made just for them. I'm guessing that's more accurate. And I still have towel I have no idea what to do with.

It's my hand moving without my telling it to that finally lets me drag my eyes away from Cordelia's chest. Blinking, I glance down to see a large hand wrapped around my own, moving the towel around. Oh. Angel. Oh! Drying! Of course! Sometimes I'm really stupid. Alright, more then sometimes when it comes to this. I was supposed to dry her off.

Frowning with concentration I get to the task at hand. Not that it is that. A task I mean. It's a very nice job, one I wish to do everyday if she'll let me. If *they'll* let me. By the time I'm done I'm wondering if I should have made my touches more... I don't know... seductive? Of course then I realise when it comes to that I'm really not good at all. It would probably end up with my embarrassing myself.

Besides, it would seem Cordelia and Angel are occupied with something else already. Taking my own hand away from her body, I clutch the towel and watch Angel's hand on her body and hers on his. Teasing, seeming to know what to do, smiling, grinning even. And what a sight they make. So beautiful, so mysterious, so confident, so...everything I'm not.

Right, lets not go there. Instead I scoot carefully closer to Angel, not wanting to disturb their moment and gently start to dry him off efficiently. Good thing here? I'm bloody well getting more then two seconds of rest! Thank heaven. Or Hell, I'm not sure.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on December 1st, 2007 04:55 pm (UTC)
Looks like Wes is doing a very nice job. I can feel it every time he makes Cordy shudder and make no mistake there are certainly little shudders I know I'm not responsible for. I'm guessing though that Wes is not seeing this at all. Not at all.

And just when I'm about to demonstrate just what he's doing to Cordelia, I feel a small enthusiastic hand clasp tightly around my growing erection. "Oh, shit," I try to curse under my breath, eyes finding Cordy's with lightning speed and seeing a very evil grin there as she starts to stroke. "Tease," I call her again before feeling Wes' tentative hands on me. Scooting further onto the bed, I nudge Wes more to the middle, and just to be nice, I curl my hand around Cordy's hand so it doesn't leave my cock. I do like her hand on me. Smaller than Wes', but just as slim and fine. Smoother too. Wes has got some calluses that are really, really nice actually.

Another little groan gets out as Cordy gets up close to us. "I think she's taking your job, Wes. Didn't you promise to get us off again?" I add, quirking an eyebrow at him and covering his hand that's running the towel over me, following along with his movements. He has no clue does he? The things he does to me, to both of us! The soft little touches over my chest, rough cloth brushing my nipples. Those careful touches over the rest of me like he thinks I might break. Or disappear, a helpful voice supplies.

Now, I know he likes to watch, but I also think that watching *us* makes him think those crazy annoying thoughts that I don't want him thinking. "Mmnh," is the moan escapes me when Cordy gives another more pointed stroke, shaking me out of my thoughts. "You gonna let her get away with that, Wes?" I say, twinkle in my eye.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on December 1st, 2007 05:55 pm (UTC)
Heh. Heh, heh, heh. I still got it. He likes that. May not have answered my question with words, but his body? Yeah, speaking volumes! I give Angel a very convincing 'who me?' look when he calls me a tease. Cause I'm good at it. Looking innocent and teasing. Okay, maybe a bit beter at the last thing but hey. I like teasing them, it's fun to tease them, and they let me tease them. Don't think I've ever had anyone I could tease this way.

"Could do way more then teasing," I assure him smugly, cause hey, it's my turn to look smug. Just to prove my point I let my hand slide down his shaft, rub my thumb over the head the way I seen them do to each other and then up again. I can pay attention if I have to! And who better knows what they like then the guys themselves? So watching what they do to each other is teaching me that was well.

Speaking of each other, seems I had forgotten for a moment we were supposed to be doing some Wes torture here. Not that I had forgotten about Wes, but he has this habit of going really quiet and really invisible when he doesn't want go get notices. I'm thinking he's doing that now with the careful way he dries off Angel and is moving around us with a grace he has no idea he has. Trying not to interrupt us I guess.

Angel's not having any of it though, and neither am I. We're three and not two dammit! The innocent look is back in place, as well as that smug smile. Not an easy thing but I manage! An eyebrow gets raised toward Wes and as he smiles at us both sweetly, faint blush on his face, I'm thinking he's got enough rest cause that brain is working. "Sure he will," I grin, knowing that's true if I wanted him to let me get away with it.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes white shirt glasseswatcher_pryce on December 1st, 2007 05:56 pm (UTC)
They're so... intense. Maybe not the right word, but the only one coming to mind right now. The way they look at look at each other, that easy teasing, that easy touching, that confident touching as well. Cordy has no qualms about touching either of us if she wants to, and she doesn't hesitate to ask touching in return. Neither does Angel and that leaves me a bit in awe. That they can ask so freely and not expect to get turned down. Not that I could ever turn them down anything but...

... So I keep very quiet, indulging in a talent learned at an early age, making myself invisible while they have their little moment. I try to dry Angel while not getting noticed and for a moment I have to think of one of those old fashioned man servants. A butler perhaps. They never get noticed but weight on their charges hand and foot. Not a very complimenting comparison I guess, good thinking it's a good thing neither of them is mind readers.

It would seem, however, that my talent for not getting noticed doesn't work around these two. A lot of things don't work around these two and I'm not sure what to think of that yet. Angel nudges me closet, pointing out that Cordelia is getting away with a lot of things. Which doesn't actually surprise me, this is Cordelia we're talking about after all. Taking my 'job', and if that doesn't make me think of that butler reference again.

Stop it. Stop it right now.

Instead I look at them both from under my eyelashes, a smile tugging the corner of my lips. Once again I find myself clutching the towel in both my hands and shrug. "Well," I murmur, wondering if I can sound as teasing as they can, but doubting it, "at least I'm getting more then two seconds of rest," I say, trying out *my* innocent, wide eyed expression. Besides, if they want to have fun together, I see no reason why they shouldn't, since I wont be able to join them mostly.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on December 1st, 2007 07:16 pm (UTC)
Mm, okay she better stop touching me soon, or Wes is going to get a really good show. A really quick, hot and dirty show. Definitely almost hard now. Okay, Cordy might even have to stop looking at me, that mischievious look in her eye is driving me crazy. Smug, smug, smug, that's what she is. Probably doesn't hurt her ego when my erection jerks in her palm. Yes, I wouldn't mind more touching. Or anything else. Cordy was right when she said I was already insatiable. Too many years of self-flagellating abstinance. Didn't think I deserved the pleasure.

"Way more than teasing?" I challenge her, hips twitching, and quirking an eyebrow before my face goes slack with a low moan as her thumb rubs over my head. "I think she's all talk, what do you think, Wes?" I tease some more, noting that Wes is, yes, very much trying to keep invisible. Holding the towel over him, not making a sound, very much seeming like his brain is back and tell him all those bad things we've been trying to avoid.

My hand squeezes Cordy's where it is on my cock. God, I'd love to let her keep playing, but we're going to have a brooding passive Wes on our hands if we don't do something. "Rest time is up, don't you think, Cor?" my eyes turn to Wes with a predatory gleam.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on December 1st, 2007 07:43 pm (UTC)
I got him now, I so got him now. Big bad strong vampire is gonna puddle at just the right touch. And boy, am I doing the right touching now. Of course he could totally make me stop any time he'd want, after all me human he vampire. The fact that he doesn't? Hah! Totally speaking volumes. I also get the feeling I'm forgetting something here. Something-- something...

It's not until he gets a dig in toward Wes, that I realize what I'd been about to forget. Shit. Wes. Oh he is far, far to good at this whole shitty invisible thing. I hate it when he does that. I hate it even more when it *works*! Good thing Angel's here. Jesus Christ on a moped, this whole threesome thing seems complicated. And yet...it's not, as long as we wont let it.

"Way more then teasing," I say, keeping up my role and cocking an eyebrow at Angel challengingly. His hand squeeze mine where we're both holding his shaft and I manage to twitch my fingers in what I hope is just right. That gleam in his eyes when he looks at Wes though? That has *me* shivering, can't even imagine what it'll do to Wes. Oh yeah, Wes. And now that gleam is in *my* eyes when I turn to look at our watcher boy.

"Totally up," I whisper in a low voice, reaching out with my other hand to cup Wes face, thumb rubbing over that sweet smile he's still sporting. And that innocent face is so not fooling either of us. Cause we've seen his actual innocent face, this wasn't it.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on December 1st, 2007 07:45 pm (UTC)
Watching them. I like watching them. Especially like this. Her teasing him and doing it well. Him trying to resist her and not doing it so well. Of course Angel has a couple of years of experience over us, so he's the one who's actually in control. Has to be I'm guessing, since I read in the texts that he's gone decades without. Without sex that is, this? This is more then sex.

I scoot back a bit, as though moving out of their direct vision and watch. Watch that well deserved smug smile on Cordelia's face. Watch pleasure and passion flow over Angel's face. Watch as some stray drops of water slither down their perfect skin. Almost perfect, I think as I glance at the scar on Cordelia's abdomen. Despite that, she still is perfect to me. As is Angel. They're both the perfection I can never be. And so caught up in each other.

Or not, I realize when Angel tries to draw me in again. My smile turns a little knowingly at his question and I look at him with a shy smile. "No, no I don't think she's all talk, Angel," I murmur, belatedly realizing that this might have been part of the teasing and I've just fallen out of my role. Whatever my role might be. Do wish they'd tell me that sort of thing. Which would take the fun out of things I suppose.

When he turns to look at me, shortly followed by Cordelia sporting the same look? There's a shudder running through me I'm unable to stop. My eyes cast down for a moment before I lift my chin up to look at them. Do you worst, I almost joke, before realizing that *would* be a challenge they'd take up. And not one I might be able to take myself at the moment. Instead I close my eyes, kiss those soft fingers tracing my lips and take a deep breath.

"Oh," I whisper, clearing my throat as I scoot closer to them. I lower myself to sit down on my legs, shaking hands moving to their hips before sliding to their front. One hand curls around Angel's cock, the other splays over Cordelia's stomach, thumb seeking her clit. Tentatively I look up at them before leaning in to first lick Angel's cock, and then the other way to lap at Cordelia's hot wetness.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on December 3rd, 2007 02:16 am (UTC)
Yeah, definitely going to have to give Cordy some time to play one of these times. Too bad I've got to stop that short if we want to keep up our Wes teasing. Can't let him stay on the sidelines. Besides, if he's busy with something else, then we can get back to driving him out of his mind.

Which Cordy seems really intent on doing to me as she pulls another groan out of me before I remove her her hand from its plaything. My eyes flick back to Wes. Hmm, very nice. A shiver with just a look. Definitely going to have to give this boy more attention. Starved for it is what he is. I think Cordelia could use some too.

Looks like Wes agrees the way he goes right to licking her fingers. ...And then gets right to it. If I weren't feeling a little on edge from Cordy's ministrations, I might get Wes to move so he can get both of us together, but when I see him really bend over, I find I'm not having as much trouble as I thought with this position. "Mm, good, Wes," I murmur, smoothing my hand along his back while he gives me little cat licks. Good boy.

With a bit of a gleam in my eye before Wes can get his mouth back on Cordy, I swipe my fingers between her legs briefly glancing them off her clit. I give her a mysterious smile and let Wes get back to using his talented mouth. While I get back to what I started in the shower. I did say resting time was over, didn't I? My fingers drag along his spine until they slide between his cheeks, circling that sweet hole of his. "Doing okay, Wes?" I ask innocently, circling my finger some more before he gets his mouth back on me.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on December 3rd, 2007 05:24 am (UTC)
It's hot, I'm so not gonna deny that, the way he gets right to it. Our Wes, always ready to serve me and Angel. That? That doesn't sit right. As if in his mind he thinks he's only here to please us. That so doesn't sit right at all, lemme tell you. And as I watch him through narrowed eyes, scooting closer, getting on his fucking knees and bending over just for us? Yeah, still doesn't sit right.

When his hand moves to my body though? 'Doesn't sit right' moves a little bit to the back of my mind. And when that thumb knows just where to touch? It gets shoved back even further. Wow, Wes is a quick study, I already knew that. Yeah. But he knows just where to touch me from the few times he's done it and I've been giving him hints. Cause I'm thinking Wes and woman? Not a whole lot of experience. Which has me briefly thinking about Wes and men and my mind skirts away from so quick it surprises me.

What surprises me even more is Angel's hand between my legs. "Uh?" That was more of a groan and an actual confused sound I'm guessing. How can it not be with the way Wes tongue is working it's magic just right? And the way he did at the beach? He licking and sucking one of us until the sounds get a bit much and then moves to the other. Like he's got a system worked out already.

Maybe I should utter a little more encouraging words, but his mouths got me spell bound. Besides, I'm thinking the groans I'm making? Totally encouraging. "Jesus," I pant, letting my hands slip down my body, cupping my own breasts. Thumbs flick over nipples as I watch Angel play with Wes... and that is so playing dirty, I think with a smirk as my hips jerk forward to get more of Wes mouth when he moves away to Angel. Thumb takes over and I can feel my already sensitized clit starting to tingle and throb.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes s1 looking down blue shirtwatcher_pryce on December 3rd, 2007 05:25 am (UTC)
This is something I know, how to please with my mouth. I'd rather not think about how I learned that skill, if one can call that a skill, but this I know. Women are differently, but fortunately Cordelia isn't shy about directing me toward where she'd like to be touched, and her sounds do the rest. I can tell she likes it when I suck her clit hard, likes it when I run the flat of my tongue over it, likes it even more when I rub hard with my thumb.

Angel's the same, also teaching me with the sounds he makes. He likes it when I suck the head hard, likes it when I use my teeth to scrape over his skin, likes it when I take him in all the way and swallow around him. So I'm doing my best to please them both, back aching from the awkward position as I move from Angel's cock to Cordelia's tight, wet heat... and blink when suddenly there's a hand between her legs.

That's not mine, since mine are to busy pleasing them. One hand on Angel's cock, the other brushing through Cordelia's wet curls as my thumb rubs over her clit. I pull back a little confused, blinking when that hand vanishes again and then look up questionably at them both. Am I-- was I doing something wrong? Neither of them says anything though so I get back to the swing of things, wondering about it in the back of my mind.

A large hand sliding down my back has me startled. I was so busy pleasing them that it hadn't occurred to me that they could still touch me. Of course they can, part of me wonders why they'd want to though. I guess part of me will always wonder, or will do so for a long, long time. I'm just about to slip Angel into my mouth when I feel a finger of that big hand circling my entrance. There's a shudder at that touch, and a slight jump perhaps, because that's a rather unexpected development.

Automatically I get up a bit, moving my legs further apart to accommodate Angel - whom that hand has to belong to I've figured out by now - and moan around the cock in my mouth. Cordelia's clit might get rubbed a little bit harder then I intended as another shudder goes through me. I look up confused, first at Cordelia and then Angel, wondering if they require me to reply when my mouth is busy. Instead I nod, lowering my eyes again as suck on the head of Angel's cock.
Keep Me: ang back/alone_keep_me on December 4th, 2007 02:39 am (UTC)
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