Page 24 of The Loneliest Number (The Thirst Trap #3)

Chapter twenty-three

Cam

I peel off my clothes, draping them over the arm of the pull out couch before sauntering over to Saff’s bedding nest. My cock is already at half mast as I anticipate what’s to come. I feel no inhibitions with either of these women, and I hope I can make them both just as comfortable as I am.

I lower to my knees in the middle of the bedding and look towards the camera tripod with Abby and Saff standing behind it. Saff bends slightly to look through the viewfinder.

“Where do you want me?” I ask. Should I feel daft kneeling here, completely starkers, while these two stand behind the camera? Because I don’t. I’d go so far as to say it’s turning me on.

“Put your hand on your cock,” Abby tells me, her voice pitched low.

I do as she says, delighted to take orders, and grip the base of my shaft.

I squeeze it, and it hardens all the way.

Her teeth nibble at her bottom lip as she keeps her gaze pinned on my crotch.

I can’t hold back my smirk as I move my hand up and down.

Her focused attention on me makes the blood sing in my veins. My whole body warms under her watch.

“Shift slightly to the left,” Saff requests, and I do so, while continually stroking myself. Saff nudges Abby. “Go join him. I want to check the best place to get all of us in.”

“Clothed or not?” Abby asks her sweetly.

“Naked,” Saff says, placing a finger under Abby’s chin and smiling as she brushes their mouths together.

Abby steps round me to place her clothes with mine on the couch. Once she’s taken everything off, she comes closer. I hold out my free hand to give her something to balance on so she can lower down. But she doesn’t. She steps a little closer, placing her other hand on my chin.

“Hey.” There’s a power in her eyes as she looks down at me, kneeling at her feet.

I lean closer, pressing my lips to her abdomen above her navel, enjoying the soft moan she makes.

Her fingers comb through my hair, tugging gently at the roots.

My hand is still at the base of my cock and I hold my breath, waiting for her next move.

“Do you think this would work?” she asks as she lifts a leg and places it over my shoulder, opening herself up to me.

While I know she’s referring to this position, I can’t help but think about whether we could make this dynamic work.

Would she be more open to a steady relationship with me if we played with others?

One of the things I admire most about her is her independent streak, even if it does sometimes rub me the wrong way.

She’s her own person, and I have no desire to change that.

I want to explore every aspect of pleasure with her, and I’ll happily invite others into this dynamic to help us do that.

Not to mention the gratification I’ll take in reclaiming her as mine afterwards.

“Looks ace from here,” Saff’s husky voice calls from the camera. It’s one of her tells—her voice always drops in pitch when she’s turned on.

I gaze up at Abby, unable to stop my tongue darting out to lick my lips. I draw in a breath, eager to experience her scent.

She quirks a brow at me before asking, “What are you waiting for?”

“Your permission,” I tell her, and she gives a shaky nod.

I waste no time, angling my head to plant a kiss above her strip of blonde curls and dropping lower to run my tongue through her slick folds.

She whimpers and I answer her instinctively with my own moan, which gets louder when Saff steps up to my back and places her hands on my shoulders as I worship Abby with my tongue.

“That’s it, honey, lick her,” Saff purrs. I circle Abby’s swollen clit with my tongue before dipping lower to lap at her sweet juices, in awe at how wet she is. Saff reaches over and draws one of Abby’s nipples into her mouth. Their moans of pleasure echo each other.

We both worship her as we work her towards a wave of pleasure. Her wetness soaks my beard and my lips as she shatters apart all over my face. I ease back, enjoying her honeyed taste on my tongue and the satisfaction evident in her unfocused smile.

Her eyes spring open as her body shudders the end of her release.

As she catches her breath, she tells Saff, “Your turn now.” She lowers her leg from my shoulder, and I grip her standing leg to help support her.

She pats my cheek with gratitude before bending down and kissing me full on the mouth, humming as she tastes herself there.

A layer of contentment settles in my bones from satisfying her.

“Is it okay if I undo your blouse?” Abby asks Saff, her tone gentle. I rise to my feet, stepping up to Saff’s back to provide her with my body warmth and comfort as Abby slowly undoes each button after Saff agrees with a nod.

Once the blouse is open, she dips her hands inside to run them down Saff’s chest. Saff quivers in response. I grip her hips and pull her into my erection, which nestles up against her lower back. I hold back from grinding. This is about Saff now.

Abby meets my gaze for just a moment, and all I see is empathy and kindness there. A warmth that I perhaps haven’t noticed properly before. It looks good on her.

“How about we take it off?” Her fingers come up the collar of the blouse, and she waits for Saff’s answer.

“Okay,” her voice is shaky, but I’m so fucking proud of her for agreeing to this.

Abby removes her blouse, throwing it in the direction of the couch.

Her fingers come up to play with Saff’s bra straps.

My height allows me to look down and see exactly what she’s doing as she strokes her fingers over every inch of Saff’s skin.

I bend slightly to sweep Saff’s auburn curls to one side, granting me access to press kisses to her neck. Her body is wracked with a shudder.

“Okay?” I hum the question against her nape, wanting to check it is arousal and not fear causing the shiver.

“Yes,” her voice hisses out her response as Abby dips closer and draws a puckered nipple, bra and all into her mouth to suck. “Fuck,” Saff’s head falls back against my shoulder and I continue to press kisses against her.

Next, Abby works open Saff’s jeans, her eyes searching Saff’s face to check she’s okay.

Saff’s eyes are closed, but now there’s no tension in her body, there’s no sense of fear or nervousness.

Abby carries on. She presses kisses against Saff’s belly as she exposes it to the air.

Her hands work into the side seams of her jeans and tug them down, taking Saff’s underwear along with it.

Saff lifts her head from my chest to watch Abby’s progress and assists by stepping out of the jeans once Abby gets them round her ankles.

Abby’s confidence in taking the lead makes my cock throb.

It’s like she was made for this. Seeing her thoughtfulness with Saff not only fuels my arousal, but tugs at my chest, too.

“Beautiful,” Abby whispers against Saff’s soft thighs once she’s fully naked.

“So fucking sexy.” The corners of her mouth rise in a seductive smile as she stares up at both of us.

“Hold her tight,” she tells me, before lifting Saff’s calf and placing it over her shoulder in a mirrored position to how I’d just been between her legs.

She wastes no time, diving in with her tongue and her fingers simultaneously to explore Saff’s cunt. Saff’s soft mewls of pleasure bring a warmth to my chest and a throb to my rock hard cock. I stroke my hands up her sides, worshipping her skin as Abby worships her pussy.

Saff’s breath hitches on a long, low moan, and I peek down to see Abby’s hand between her thighs, palm up. Her forearm muscles flex as she moves her fingers inside Saff. Saff’s hips begin to undulate with pleasure.

The wet noises cause pre-cum to leak from my shaft against Saff’s arse cheeks, making it impossible to hold still.

I grind my cock against her, chasing pleasure.

What a fucking show. My eyes are fixed on the sight before me, so I don’t miss anything.

Sweat sticks my skin to Saff’s as she rocks her hips back against my throbbing shaft.

I hold her steady as her trembles increase along with her moans of encouragement.

The slick noises coming from Abby’s ministrations grow and I let out my own low growl as Saff works her way to her release.

My balls tighten and I close my eyes to focus inward and stop myself from coming all over Saff’s arse.

Saff’s thrusting movements become more frenzied, her breath coming in fast pants as she gives in to Abby’s mouth and fingers and lets go with abandon.

It takes every measure of my control not to follow her into the abyss.

Her head falls back on my chest once more, and I press kisses to her forehead as Abby eases back and Saff comes down from her orgasm.

“Fuck,” Saff whispers low as her eyes open. She lifts her leg down from Abby’s shoulder and reaches out to brush her fingers along her jawline reverently. “Thank you.” Her voice is husky with what sounds like emotion combined with pleasure.

“Let’s lay down for a bit,” I whisper to them both, helping Saff ease down to her knees before following.

Abby wets her lips as she stares at my angry, engorged cock dripping with pre-cum. “Your turn,” she whispers with a wicked tone that makes my balls clench.

“Yes, but let’s just take a minute.” I tug Saff under my arm, holding her close to me and reaching out a hand to Abby. She wiggles over on her knees to my other side. “Okay?” I ask them both.

“Very,” Saff responds with a satisfied hum. I look at Abby. She gives me a nod and her signature naughty smile.

“Were there particular shots you wanted to take, Saff?” Abby asks in a tone of interest.

“I’ve got it automatically taking them every 10 seconds or so. There’s a remote in my jeans pocket so we can pause and restart at any time.”

“Clever,” Abby says. “You want the remote to pause it just now?”