The air was filled with a different kind of tension as Patrick murmured, “Lucy, have you given any thought to what it would be like to be between us? One of us holding you in front with the other holding you in back? Me kissing your lips while Beck kisses your throat. Beck making love to you while I played with these beautiful breasts.” He stroked the outside of her breast with his knuckles, and he smiled at her little intake of breath and the way tiny pulse at the base of her throat sped up.
“Sometimes. Yes.”
“Does the thought arouse you, or make you feel uncertain?”
Lucy looked into his eyes and a smile crossed her face. She spoke without hesitation. “I never feel uncertain when I think about things like that. It’s a big turn-on.”
“Do you imagine us in bed with you?” Beck asked as he shifted closer and pressed a kiss against her throat. “Would you feel crowded or unsure of yourself if you were between us in that bed?”
“Um…” Lucy gulped then gasped and bit her lip as Beck stroked her other breast as well. “No… It makes me really hot to think of things like that.”
Beck licked his lower lip as he turned his hand to cup her breast, stroking over the satiny fabric with his thumb to tease her nipple. “You and me both, sweetness.”
Lucy reached out to stroke their thighs that were pressed alongside her own and tilted her head back with a sigh. Patrick stroked her other nipple through the material of her dress.
Patrick murmured, “Is this more like what you imagined, Lucy?”
“This is definitely more like it,” she whispered, moving restlessly on the couch cushion.
Beck shared a long look with him before turning his gaze to Lucy and said, “I don’t know what I was thinking, when I refused to see you for the beautiful woman that you are. You’re making me a little crazy right now, I want you so much. I’d do just about anything to make it up to you.”
When she pressed against the hands on her breasts, Patrick sensed she was ready to take the next step. Even so, he moved slowly, gently lifting her into his lap. She was a wonderful, warm bundle of woman, pressing on his enlarged cock. He smothered a groan and tried not to rub against her, but it was difficult. She seemed disconcerted to be lifted like that, but once she was settled, she leaned against him, making a soft, kittenish sound.
Beck smiled and moved closer, filling the spot she had vacated, and said, “How does it feel to be so close between us? To know that we both want you?” He grasped her hand and led it to his groin so she could feel how hard he was. Patrick was encouraged when she moaned softly, a sighing, longing sound. Beck groaned as he released her hand and she rubbed it gently over his cock.
Obviously affected by her touch, Beck whispered, “Baby.”
Lucy gazed at Patrick, desire burning in her eyes, and then she tilted her head up, wanting a kiss. He obliged, pressing his lips to hers. She looped her arm around his neck and lavished him with her sweet kiss, rubbing her lips against his, making a soft little seductive sound that enthralled him before she pulled back slightly and peered questioningly into his eyes and then Beck’s.
“I want to kiss Beck, too. Is that okay?”
A slight chuckle escaped Patrick. “Luce, I’d expect that you’d want to kiss him, too.”
A happy, confident light entered her eyes. “You won’t be jealous?”
“No.”
She tilted her head and persisted. “What about when he makes love to me, later tonight? I’d want you there, too. Will that bother you?”
“I’d love to watch the two of you, as long as I knew that I was included.” Imagining the three of them naked and consumed by passion in his bed made his cock even harder, and she giggled, signaling that she’d noticed the change.
Not loosening her hold, she turned to Beck. “What about you, Beck? When fantasy becomes reality, will you be jealous?”
“Like Patrick said, as long as I know I’m included, I’m okay with it. You wouldn’t cut me out, would you? Just make me watch and nothing else?”
Lucy shook her head emphatically. “No. That sounds like a really mean thing to do.” She giggled and added, “But just to be on the safe side, no using the T-word anymore, okay?”
Beck grinned, moving even closer, and laid a kiss right on her cleavage and then made noisy smacking sounds against her flesh as he growled, “But they’re such gorgeous—”
“Beck.”
“Breasts,” he murmured as he looked up at her with twinkling eyes as he continued kissing her chest.
Patrick had to chuckle, wondering how they would work things out between the two of them. Lucy had her pet peeves and Beck had his breast-obsessed habits. In the end, he had to leave that to them.