Page 19 of The Loneliest Number (The Thirst Trap #3)

Chapter eighteen

Abby

C am shifts to face Dan, who raises on the balls of his feet so their cocks align. Cam wraps his meaty fist around both shafts and works them up and down, causing them both to moan. I squeeze my thighs together. I could watch this all night.

“We can’t see,” comes a shout from our audience, making me chuckle.

“Sorry,” Cam says, giving one last stroke before stepping closer to me to hold out a hand. I use it for balance as I step down from the bench, and Cam takes my place. He scoots down so his bum is right at the end, and Dan steps between his legs and grips his hips to hold him in place.

Dan raises a brow at me. “Come and help me get him ready, Pixie,” he says with a grin.

Anticipation skitters through me as I step closer, grabbing a bottle of lube from beside the bench and squirting some onto Dan’s hand as well as my own.

I lube up my palm and work Cam’s covered cock with it, enjoying the slippery sensation.

My fingers don’t meet around his girth, but I don’t let that stop me from massaging him from root to tip.

As I do that, Dan uses a lubed finger to rub at Cam’s hole until he pushes it in. Cam’s groan of pleasure is low and long.

“You like that, big guy?” Dan checks in. I look up to see Cam biting his lip as he nods his agreement. “Can you take two?”

“I’ll need to if I’m going to take your monster of a cock,” Cam teases, as his thighs tighten with desire. I reach down to cup his balls and lift them to give Dan better access.

His balls are heavy with need, and I don’t even try to resist the urge to bend down to draw one in my mouth. His low “fuck,” at the sucking sensation brings me joy beyond measure.

Dan scissors his fingers, stretching Cameron open, and looks over at me. “You ready to climb up?” he asks as his chest rises with a deep, steadying breath.

I step up on the side of the bench closest to me and swing my other leg over, straddling Cam’s waist, finding the foot support on the other side.

I wiggle a little, his hardened cock nudging at my cheeks.

I grip his harness in my hands and use that to support myself enough to bend down and bring our faces close together.

“How are you doing, big guy?” I ask him, lowering my lips to his, brushing lightly over them.

“So damn good,” he tells me, his eyes drowsy with pleasure. “Ready to be inside you,” he adds.

I look over my shoulder to check in with Dan, who gives me a nod as he grips his cock with one hand and continues to stretch Cam’s arse with the other. I shimmy backwards, pausing when Cam’s tip brushes between my pussy lips.

“This is going to feel divine,” I tell Cam with a wink as I sink lower, his cock spearing inside me. I do nothing to hold back my pleasured moan, aware of the vibes from the crowd getting worked up as they watch the three of us.

I’m stuffed full of Cam, savouring the stretch.

“Stay there, Pixie.” Dan brushes a hand on my spine. “He’s going to take us both.”

Cam’s groan is guttural and animalistic, and I know that Dan has breached him. My pussy clenches as my skin dampens with sweat. I almost wish I was in the centre of the front row watching this all play out for myself. It’s incredible to be a part of, but I want to see everything, dammit.

“You’re so tight,” Dan groans, and Cam’s hands grip my hips in a firm hold, his fingers squeezing slightly before relaxing. “That’s it, big guy. Take all of me.”

The moans of both men harmonise, making me desperate to move and chase the pleasure, but I pause a moment while everyone settles into position.

Dan’s body is pressed against my sweat-slicked lower back as he pushes deeper inside Cam.

His fingers grip on top of Cam’s, holding on to my hips, and we all draw in a breath at once.

I forget the audience and the show we are putting on, and just sink into the delight of being sandwiched between them.

I grin down at Cam, whose eyes are closed with rapture.

“Okay?” Dan asks him, over my shoulder, and his eyes spring open as he says,

“So fucking okay. Give it to me. Both of you.”

“Remember, you asked for it,” Dan’s breath skates across my shoulder, making me arch my back.

He draws back, and I follow his lead, rising from Cam’s shaft so he sits just inside my entrance.

I lower back down as Dan thrusts inside Cam.

Cam shudders as Dan and I take what we need from him.

It takes a few goes to get the rhythm just right, but it’s driving Cam insane if his constant groans of pleasure and expletives are anything to go by.

Dan answers him in grunts as he really goes to town.

My participation in Cam’s undoing is thrilling.

Working with Dan to blow Cam’s mind with pleasure lights me up.

Yes, I love being on show. I enjoy being the centre of attention, but it’s also about making sure that each one of us finds their bliss.

This , right here, is why I love polyamory.

Dan sets the pace, and I’m happy to work with what he’s giving Cam.

To mix it up, I pause for a few moments and then sink down on Cam, taking his entire length as Dan pulls out.

It’s hard to know which Cam likes best because he’s equally vocal about both.

I grip his harness and, knowing everyone else is having a good time, I concentrate on my own pleasure.

Cam’s thumb sinks down my thigh, and I give him a nod of encouragement.

It brushes over my swollen clit with a gentle touch.

I frown because it’s not enough. I need more.

But he’s just teasing because the next moment he’s using firm pressure to circle it.

I see stars as pleasure pulses through me.

Sweat drips off all of us as we work towards our peak, and his thumb threatens to tip me over the edge.

“I need to come,” Dan moans in my ear, and I nod in agreement. We both pick up the pace and Cam licks his lips as he continues to work on my clit, laying there and taking everything we give him.

“Wish I could taste you again,” Cam tells me. “You tasted so good on Dan’s lips.”

“Fuck,” I moan low and slow, my body giving in to the explosion of pleasure bursting like a firework in my centre.

I gasp as I throw my head back and let the orgasm take over every cell in my body.

Cam’s grip on my hip is firm, and he squeezes as he lets go, crying out with a hoarse moan and his cum fills the condom inside me.

Finally, Dan comes, shudders wracking his body as he grinds his hips into Cam and gives him everything.

I collapse onto Cam’s sweaty chest, heaving in giant breaths as I try to find my equilibrium. But I think it shot up into space when the orgasm kicked in. Fuck me, that was insane.

Dan moves to the side of the bench, leaning his face close to where mine lies on Cam’s heaving chest.

“A pleasure working with you both.” He winks.

“Ready for clean up?” he asks, and there’s a tender tone there that I appreciate.

We don’t ever see each other outside of this playful setting, but he’s always done his best to provide aftercare and ensure I get just as much pleasure as he does from every experience.

“Yes, please.” I lift my heavy body from Cam and grip Dan’s proffered hand to swing my leg off the bench and step down.

Cam sits up and swings his own legs round to capture me in a koala hold, his legs and arms wrapping around my body.

Despite the sweat and stickiness from the fun we just had, I welcome the affectionate hug.

“What are you doing?” I ask, with a joking tone, trying to cover up the sappiness that wells up inside as he embraces me with tenderness.

“Come here.” Cam motions for Dan to come closer, and I let out a contented sigh as their tongues tangle. “Thank you, Dan. That was incredible.”

“Anytime. It was my pleasure. Let’s get off the stage.”

Cam releases me, albeit reluctantly if his groping of my boobs means anything as he loosens his arms and legs.

He hops down, and scoops up one of my hands to tug me behind Dan as he heads back down the steps to where we left our belongings.

Both men remove their condoms, placing them in the bin provided.

I shiver, the aftermath of the sweaty sex and the orgasm catching up with me. Dan reaches for one of the robes on the hooks by the stage and brings it to me with a soft smile.

“Let’s get you wrapped up,” he says, holding the robe up so I can push one arm in and then the other. Once it’s on, he wraps it around my waist and ties a loose knot in the belt. He gives me a pat on the head, which completely ruins the impeccable aftercare up to that point.

I scowl up at him and he gives me a lopsided grin before looking over my shoulder to Cam, who's pulled his boxers back on and his shirt, but it’s unbuttoned and on over his harness. “You good to take care of Pixie? You sticking around?”

“Aye, go do your thing.” And I remember that Dan said he had to be somewhere. I reach up and give him a quick hug.

“Thanks, Dan, that was fun. Just what I needed tonight.” I tell him, reaching up to pat him on the head, giving it right back to him.

He pokes his tongue out at that before clapping Cam, none too gently on the shoulder, and sauntering off, butt naked.

Guess he’ll be picking his belongings up later then.

I turn slowly towards Cam, noticing the thinning audience now the fun is finished. A couple head towards us from the front row while most others saunter off to see what else is on show tonight.

“That was amazing. I’m in awe,” the woman tells us, a grin on her face. She’s decked out in a PVC playsuit, and it hugs every one of her curves.

“Thanks. You look incredible,” I tell her, believing in credit where it’s due and her answering blush is cute as fuck.

“I didn’t know what to wear.” She leans closer so she can whisper, “It’s our first time.” She holds up her wrist to show off her white bracelet. “We’re just watching tonight.” She looks over at her partner. He gives a bashful smile and a nod, but says nothing.

“I hope you have an amazing night. This really is the best place I’ve found to explore stuff like this. I’m a regular, so happy to answer any questions you have.”

“Do you play with couples? As a couple, I mean,” she asks, and I smirk as I look over at Cam.

“We’re not…” I trail off. I don’t even know how to explain what we are right now.

“…together.” I finish. But that doesn’t feel accurate at all.

“And I’m usually open to suggestions. Maybe if I see you here another time, we can see how we feel.

It doesn’t have to be on stage. I’d recommend the smaller rooms to start with.

It’s a bit easier to lose your inhibitions there.

” I’m aware of Cam’s gaze burning into the side of my face.

“I’m hoping I can convince Michael to try something with another guy, but he seems more keen on adding another female first.”

It’s hard to hold back the eye roll. Most of the threesomes I’ve ended up in with hetero couples have been because the guys would only consider it if it was another girl. Do they not realise the fun we can have with more than one cock?

“It’s important to keep communication flowing.

And watching to begin with is always a good way to start.

It gives you an idea of what you might like.

Maybe you’ll convince Michael to add another male.

I wholeheartedly recommend it, whether you’re in the middle or one of them is.

” I waggle my brows at her, and she lets loose a musical giggle.

The couple head off and I turn to face Cam. His hands come up to hold the tops of my arms. “What would you like to do now?” he asks me.

“Up to you. Anything else you want to experience tonight? Or we can head out?”

“Wanna go and get a shower together?” he asks.

I realise I’m not quite ready to say goodbye and call it a night just yet.