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FIC: Four Of A Kind (2/2)
Four Of A Kind
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capra_maritimus
Billy/Ali/Dom/Evi
NC-17
notes in part 1
Evi eventually emerged from the flare of the residual fire in her nerves and the slowing throb of her cunt to the feel of Billy's mouth hungry against hers. She tasted herself on him and moaned; she felt drugged, dizzy, and she laughed to feel his cock bump impatiently against her hip. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, skin warming with newly kindled want. Billy gasped in pleased surprise and ran his greedy hands along her ass and thighs, savouring the feel and the weight of them, and their heat under his palms.
"Evi, are you still all right with this?" he asked, breathless, between licks. The fleeting slide of his cock against her clit made fireworks explode behind her eyelids.
Stupid question. "Yes, fuck, of course...I mean...it's a little strange, but--"
Billy paused mid-kiss. "In what way?"
"It's just...." Evi gestured helplessly. "We've never really...."
His smile dimmed. "That was my fault."
"What? Why?"
"I held myself back from you. Now we're the weak link in all this."
Evi shook her head. "Not weak," she protested. "Just new. Untested." She looked into his eyes as she gently stroked her hands down his arms, feeling a little stupid to have assumed she was all alone in the land of trepidation. "Why did you?"
"Ali and I...we didn't want to intrude when you were still finding your way with Dom, and then you and Ali got on so well...."
The shadow of self-doubt in Billy's expression was horribly at odds with the confidence and stability he normally projected; it dawned on her that he was much more reserved than she had realized. With tender fingers, she smoothed the deepened creases of his frown, then slowly grinned; maybe she could tease Billy past his regret. "Oh, admit it, you were getting off just by watching."
Billy laughed (thank God) and kissed her again. And again. "Can you blame me? You two were so lovely together." Billy glanced over at Ali who smiled her encouragement. "And I didn't want to repeat past mistakes." With one finger, he brushed aside a strand of her hair, then followed it down to where it teased her nipple. "I wanted to be sure...."
Evi placed a hand gently on Billy's face. "You can be sure," she whispered, and kissed him long and slow.
Billy sighed and relaxed against her, fingers following the curve of her breast. "Oh, how I've wanted you...."
Her eyes closed against the intensity of emotion in that short phrase. Giddy, she reached for his cock for the first time and tentatively stroked it. Billy's panted curse was positively invigorating and she grinned while she wickedly rubbed his hardness against her stomach. He nearly lurched into her, breathing harshly, nipping and biting frantically at her jaw before finally grabbing her wrist. "Stop, stop," he gasped into her hair, "Want to save some for you."
Billy shot a look at Dom, who grinned and lay down beside them, beckoning to her. Evi hesitated, slightly confused by this, but relented when Billy gently pushed her into Dom's arms. "Keep him out of mischief for a moment," he winked, then turned to Ali who was handing him the box of condoms and the lube. Evi giggled and kissed Dom's protests silent.
Ali leaned in and stole her own kisses, making Evi laugh even more. When Dom whinged about this as well, Ali cuffed him lightly on the head and said, "It's been weeks, Dominic. You see her every day." She claimed Evi's amused lips again, only to start chuckling herself when Dom attempted to insinuate his serpentine tongue into both their mouths. Their efforts at trilateral kissing failed miserably, and they resorted to comically licking each other's faces to much squealing and laughter.
Billy, grinning broadly, knee-crawled over to them and plopped himself on top of Evi's back. "I'm claiming this one, thanks very much."
"You're squishing me!" Evi cried out, laughing, her face mashed into Dom's shoulder. "Again!"
Billy chuckled and slid off to the side. He hummed happily while nibbling on the back of Evi's shoulder, pausing now and again to give Dom a kiss. She shivered appreciatively under his mouth, and shuddered to teasing fingernails scraping along the curve of her ass. Any lingering uncertainty dissolved in the rush of pleasure, and she raised herself up on all fours, canting herself toward him. She felt his fingers tense on her hips for a long moment, then gasped as Billy placed a light kiss onto her tailbone, his tongue just teasing the top of the crevice.
She sighed his name and dropped her head down, shaking with want barely held in check. A tentative hand on her cheek caused her to open her eyes. It took a moment to focus on Dom's face, and she smiled to see the familiar love there.
"Look at you," he whispered, and kissed her. "I told you he'd feel good."
"Mmmm, you did," she agreed, distracted by Billy's lips working their teasing way up her spine. Dom chuckled and sat up enough to kiss Billy yet again (with lots of tongue and moaning and, God, was that two sets of lips brushing her ear?) before he let go and squirmed underneath her.
"Best seat in the house," he grinned cheekily before nuzzling her neck. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all, Mr. Monaghan," Evi laughed. She thrilled to the idea of being between them, with Billy warm against her back, gently lifting her hair to mouth the nape of her neck and Dom lounging beneath her, sampling the flavour of her nipple and leisurely stroking himself. Maybe next time they both could....
"Ah, she's gorgeous, Dom," Billy breathed. He'd stopped his kissing to rub his hands over her back and up her sides, long sweeps that made Evi's spine arch and flex.
"Yes, she is," Ali and Dom answered simultaneously. And burst into giggles.
Evi blushed hotly and hid her face in her hair. "Oh, I am not!"
Ali leaned over to kiss her quiet. "Yes, you are," she insisted. "Ramp it up, Billy, she's starting to think too much."
"Hmm. Like this, do you think?" he mused, and thoughtfully slid his hand down the centre of her ass, the slickness of his fingers (when had he had time to do that?) making Evi twitch and gasp in surprise with each caress over her opening. Before today, she had had no idea the skin there could be so exquisitely sensitive, and when the pressure of his touch increased, she practically vibrated off the bed in anticipation.
"All right there, love?" Ali asked her.
"So far...."
Resting a hand on her back, Billy teased her open a little more, enough to slip a finger inside. Her stomach twisted faintly with the odd stretching sensation, but to her relief nothing seemed to hurt. Evi pushed her hips experimentally against it - Billy murmured a word of quiet encouragement while he moved his finger further in. Feeling wicked, she wiggled her ass at him and smirked when he groaned.
"Stop it, you wee vixen. You'll make me lose it before I'm in you."
They paused for a moment (far too long, in Evi's opinion) while Billy fiddled one-handed with the lube container. Evi felt herself being eased opened again, this time with two fingers. She slowly released her breath, and felt a thrill of accomplishment as Billy was able to slip in despite the stubborn resistance. A strangely quivering sensation shook her as he scissored his fingers, the peculiarity of it distracting her from the intrusion of a third.
When it registered, her eyes widened as she tried to picture herself so impossibly open (physically, and more) - Dom could do it, she'd seen it, in fact, and, oh, she first thought it'd hurt to have something that big (practically Billy's entire hand, Jesus), but then Dom was far braver (or reckless, or just exceptionally trusting) than Evi was, more open-hearted.
Maybe, for this thing between them all to work, she needed to follow his example.
"How much longer?" Evi panted, feeling chilled and overheated all at once.
"You feel ready to me, love," Billy grinned and slid his fingers out.
"Finally!"
Ali mouth quirked. "I believe that's a yes."
"No shite," Dom snorted, and Evi was abruptly reminded that there were other people present, too, others that she cared for. She caught Dom's mouth and sucked on his tongue for a while, refreshing her memory.
The sound of tearing plastic crackled through her gut. Evi breathed deeper, trying to calm the fuck down. She turned at Billy's hiss and watched, fascinated and faintly alarmed, as Ali slicked his (obviously very hard) cock with lube, her hand slowly sliding and squeezing. Evi shivered, and didn't that explicit visual reminder make her stomach flip flop and her butt clench and, shit, let's say hello to tension once again.
At Billy's quiet 'enough', Ali let go and kissed him softly, then spent a few moments running her hands over Evi's skin, smiling impishly. Evi moaned and arched into her touch, feeling foolish for needing a little reassurance but longing for it anyway. She accepted Dom's kiss (and rolled her eyes as he mouthed 'good luck'), and turned to look back while Dom nibbled down her neck.
Billy's eyes were full of questions. Evi nodded once, relieved to see an answering smile; then, in deference to her strained neck, she straightened and remembered to breathe.
One more kiss was placed on Evi's back (open-mouthed and hot), then slowly, slowly, Billy pushed against her. Dom's tongue circling around her nipple distracted her from her anxiety as the tip of his cock slipped inside her. Ali spoke soft words of encouragement, keeping her hands light on her back. Billy let out a long low moan as he managed to slide further.
Evi concentrated on keeping herself loose, but that bizarre, shaking hot/cold feeling in her ass distracted her - it felt focussed in the wrong place, like her insides had been rearranged into something foreign. She opened her eyes to see Dom watching her carefully, attentive to any discomfort.
"It's not painful...just...weird."
"You feel fucking fantastic to me," gasped Billy, withdrawing slightly before pushing in again. Evi breathed again and relaxed more into his next stroke, the weird sensation parsing more into a kind of pleasure she recognized. She relished his hands cradling her hips, smoothing the skin of her ass with his fingertips, learning to savour this new way of loving.
But, as pleasant as she found it, she wondered where the intense pleasure was, the kind Dom had screamed out before. It wasn't a prostate thing - he'd explained to her months before that most of his pleasure (contrary to Billy's experience, apparently) came from the nerves around the anus, and she definitely had those. Surely she couldn't be that bad at this, could she?
"You should see how he looks," Ali crooned slyly into her ear. "His cock sliding in and out of your lovely ass, sweat dripping down his chest. He's straining, doesn't want to come too soon, but it's not easy, even with wearing the rubber. Your muscles grip him in the most delicious manner, just the way they did to my tongue, remember that?" Evi shivered to the sensation of her lips teasing the shell of her ear, knowing where they'd been. Ali's voice turned dark with wanting. "Imagine the muscles bunching in his legs and ass, his eyes almost black. You know he's holding back, keeping his strokes slow and luxurious...."
Evi lurched at her words, her imagination sparked and inspired. She imagined the white tension of his grip and the marks on her skin. His grunts and moans brought back from her memory his look of utter bliss when he was fucking Dom. He's making that face for me, now, she exulted, radiant joy dissolving the last of the tension stored in her shoulders and hips.
Billy let out a shocked cry and fell into her, their bodies shaking, merged closer than ever. Her senses tunnelled, narrowed to a blazing focus: his mouth on her back, igniting her skin; hands and cock stroking her inside and out, her name on his lips. The feel of him inside her there was like nothing she'd experienced (though now that she was a convert she'd absolutely love to try this with Dom - just for comparison's sake, of course).
She licked his fingers as they passed, and suddenly Billy's arms pulled her up, up, up and arched her body against his, fingers splayed between her breasts, over her heart, holding her fast. She turned her head and tried for a kiss; their lips met briefly, but the angle was all wrong, and Billy groaned in frustration. His teeth found her neck instead and marked her, but faintly, a mere hint of what was roiling beneath the surface.
Billy put his head against the back of her shoulder and breathed. "Oh, Evangeline," he murmured, and bit her again, holding her pinned.
Evi cursed; she wanted his marks, the marks of all three of them on her skin, branded and owned, and damned her job to hell and back for not allowing it. She stretched out a hand, not knowing who would grasp it until she felt Dom's mouth frantic on hers, and that was part of it but not enough, not nearly enough, and she could scream in frustration but instead cried into Dom's mouth as another attacked her nipple with sucking ferocity, cunning fingers finally finding her clit. That last bit of stimulation was what she had been missing - Evi struggled not to collapse and immolate into fiery, lust-ridden particles.
She clenched around Billy and pushed back sharply, desperate for more. Billy thrust harder, his control starting to fray. "Evi...." he gasped, pleading.
Evi could not make out words anymore, she'd gone beyond them; she was aware of only the roaring of blood in her ears and the thundering of her pulse, and their taste and touch and it wouldn't be long, now, no, not long....
With a spiralling cry, Evi thrashed and came, her back arched and rigid. After a long moment in space she finally collapsed, gasping, on Dom. Billy followed her explosion just as loudly, barely keeping himself from crashing down on the two of them. Evi shuddered when he slipped out and lay exhausted beside her, hard choking breaths dampening her hair. She reached for the hand that was awkwardly stroking her face and enlaced their fingers, gripping tightly. In her post-orgasmic haze, she felt Dom smilingly kiss her lips and Ali sling an arm over all of them, holding them together.
Evi closed her eyes and promptly passed out.
She awoke from her short nap to Dom snogging her senseless, limbs wrapped around her like an octopus. While he still smelled deliciously sweaty and debauched, she noticed (with some disappointment) that Billy and Ali had already showered and dressed, and were, in fact, no longer in bed with her. She raised her head to complain about this sorry state of affairs when she registered that the light from the window was now slanted to the other end of the room.
"What time is it?"
Billy looked at his watch. "Seven minutes past six."
"Weren't we supposed to be going out tonight?"
Ali wrinkled her nose at her. "You have half an hour."
"Shit!" Evi jumped out of bed, dragging a protesting Dom behind her into the bathroom. When Evi turned on the shower and frantically started scrubbing her hair, he forgot his complaints and got in with her. He grabbed the soap and helpfully started washing her back, especially her lower....
"Dom!"
"All right, all right! I'll be good," he promised, removing his roving hands and lathering himself instead.
"You can show me how good later," she quipped with a wiggle, washing the shampoo out of her eyes.
Dom made a frustrated sound in his throat. "Evil wench," he rebuked, and slapped her ass.
"Dominic!"
Twenty-eight minutes later they were clean, dressed and presentable to the general public, if still slightly damp. Evi snatched up her shoulder bag and slipped her feet into her sandals just as Dom was putting on the last of his rings. With a flourish, she pirouetted before her friends. "Well? Do I pass muster?"
The heated way Billy took her in left her mouth dry and her heart thumping. He moved closer and ran one finger along her jaw. "Beautiful," he whispered, and leaned forward.
They kissed and kissed, and both found it difficult to stop. Finally, finally she managed to pull herself away long enough to say, "We have to talk."
Billy closed his eyes and leaned his head against hers. "Yes, we do. About many things." Billy turned to Dom and asked, "What's your schedule like tomorrow?"
"Shooting beach scenes with Jorge for most of the day, I believe."
Billy nodded, then looked back at Evi. "And you?"
She smiled. "Luckily enough, I'm free tomorrow afternoon."
"That's good. Ali, will you be joining us?"
"If you mean for lunch, then no. I'm meeting up with one of the halaus - Gerry Tapoi, you remember him? - for some instruction in kahiko."
Dom clapped his hands excitedly. "Oooh! Does this mean we'll get to see you in a grass skirt?" He pulled her to him and nuzzled her neck. "In just a grass skirt?"
"Perhaps, Dominic, I'll do a private demonstration after, just for you," Ali purred, arching her neck in pleasure.
Billy smirked at the two of them then leaned toward Evi for another kiss of his own. She smiled against his lips, loving the fact that they were of a height.
"We're doing this backwards," Billy remarked when they paused long enough to catch their breath.
"That's okay. We're not exactly typical in any other way, why would we be in this?"
Billy giggled, and started slow dancing with her while humming Getting To Know You. Evi laughed and sang along, using the few words she could remember, and placed a gentle kiss on their linked hands. Her eyes glistened with growing anticipation of having Billy all to herself for a change.
Dom sidled up behind her and whispered, "Billy quite likes that song - he's looking forward to playing the King of Siam in a few years."
Billy shot him a look of royal disdain. "Mock not my hairline, Monaghan, for your future it foretells."
"Talk not like Yoda, Bills, for a right wanker it makes you look."
Dom's laugh turned into a squeak when Billy pushed him against the desk and brutally pressed his palm against his crotch. Using his best Yoda voice, he growled against Dom's slack mouth, "Wank you right later, I will." He abruptly let him go and turned to take Ali's arm in an exaggerated show of gallantry. He grinned innocently and flashed a wink at Evi.
She snorted at that, then laughed at Dom's dazed look. "I don't know whether to be horribly disgusted or violently turned on," he declared as he followed Billy and Ali out of the room on unsteady legs. Evi trailed behind them, giggling madly.
Her bubbly mood lasted until they got to Dom's Prius, the instant she noticed the familiar dark blue sedan down the street.
"Fucking paparazzi," Dom muttered and slammed the car door as he got in.
"It's a shame it's illegal to shoot them," Billy added conversationally. Evi snickered then abruptly covered her mouth.
Dom raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't pretend you're sorry," he said. "Besides, we were all thinking it."
Ali looked thoughtfully out at the other vehicle. "I think we should shoot them something else," she stated and, grinning, held up two fingers in its direction.
"The windows are tinted, you know," Dom laughed, then, with a glance and a nod, all four of them jauntily thrust their appropriate rude gesture at the (fortunately for them, oblivious) photographers, complete with raucous jeers and sneering insults. Ineffectual, of course (even if they could be seen), but amusing, nevertheless.
"Shove this up your ugly bahookies!" Ali cried, gesticulating wildly and lifting up her top to flash them her breasts.
"Alison McKinnon, you filthy minx!" exclaimed Billy. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her, shrieking, to him. "Those are meant for me!" he cried gleefully and rubbed his face against her chest, with Ali giggling wildly.
"And us, too!" Dom yelled a millisecond behind a laughing Evi.
Billy and Ali smiled at them and at each other. "Yes," she said and kissed Billy full on the mouth, finally distracting him long enough to right her clothing.
Evi beamed in satisfaction and gave Dom a sloppy kiss that soon threatened to make them late - a gentle yet rousing slap to the back of Dom's head (from Ali) brought them back to the present.
Grumbling good-naturedly, Dom started the car and turned up the speakers, smiling at the first chords of Revolution. He mimed the opening scream (thank God) while shifting into gear, the other three spontaneously playing the air instrument of their choice, grinning like a bunch of loons. They could be sober adults again when they got to their destination.
We're four of a kind, Evi thought happily as the car pulled out of the driveway. Perfect.
END
by
capra_maritimusBilly/Ali/Dom/Evi
NC-17
notes in part 1
Evi eventually emerged from the flare of the residual fire in her nerves and the slowing throb of her cunt to the feel of Billy's mouth hungry against hers. She tasted herself on him and moaned; she felt drugged, dizzy, and she laughed to feel his cock bump impatiently against her hip. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, skin warming with newly kindled want. Billy gasped in pleased surprise and ran his greedy hands along her ass and thighs, savouring the feel and the weight of them, and their heat under his palms.
"Evi, are you still all right with this?" he asked, breathless, between licks. The fleeting slide of his cock against her clit made fireworks explode behind her eyelids.
Stupid question. "Yes, fuck, of course...I mean...it's a little strange, but--"
Billy paused mid-kiss. "In what way?"
"It's just...." Evi gestured helplessly. "We've never really...."
His smile dimmed. "That was my fault."
"What? Why?"
"I held myself back from you. Now we're the weak link in all this."
Evi shook her head. "Not weak," she protested. "Just new. Untested." She looked into his eyes as she gently stroked her hands down his arms, feeling a little stupid to have assumed she was all alone in the land of trepidation. "Why did you?"
"Ali and I...we didn't want to intrude when you were still finding your way with Dom, and then you and Ali got on so well...."
The shadow of self-doubt in Billy's expression was horribly at odds with the confidence and stability he normally projected; it dawned on her that he was much more reserved than she had realized. With tender fingers, she smoothed the deepened creases of his frown, then slowly grinned; maybe she could tease Billy past his regret. "Oh, admit it, you were getting off just by watching."
Billy laughed (thank God) and kissed her again. And again. "Can you blame me? You two were so lovely together." Billy glanced over at Ali who smiled her encouragement. "And I didn't want to repeat past mistakes." With one finger, he brushed aside a strand of her hair, then followed it down to where it teased her nipple. "I wanted to be sure...."
Evi placed a hand gently on Billy's face. "You can be sure," she whispered, and kissed him long and slow.
Billy sighed and relaxed against her, fingers following the curve of her breast. "Oh, how I've wanted you...."
Her eyes closed against the intensity of emotion in that short phrase. Giddy, she reached for his cock for the first time and tentatively stroked it. Billy's panted curse was positively invigorating and she grinned while she wickedly rubbed his hardness against her stomach. He nearly lurched into her, breathing harshly, nipping and biting frantically at her jaw before finally grabbing her wrist. "Stop, stop," he gasped into her hair, "Want to save some for you."
Billy shot a look at Dom, who grinned and lay down beside them, beckoning to her. Evi hesitated, slightly confused by this, but relented when Billy gently pushed her into Dom's arms. "Keep him out of mischief for a moment," he winked, then turned to Ali who was handing him the box of condoms and the lube. Evi giggled and kissed Dom's protests silent.
Ali leaned in and stole her own kisses, making Evi laugh even more. When Dom whinged about this as well, Ali cuffed him lightly on the head and said, "It's been weeks, Dominic. You see her every day." She claimed Evi's amused lips again, only to start chuckling herself when Dom attempted to insinuate his serpentine tongue into both their mouths. Their efforts at trilateral kissing failed miserably, and they resorted to comically licking each other's faces to much squealing and laughter.
Billy, grinning broadly, knee-crawled over to them and plopped himself on top of Evi's back. "I'm claiming this one, thanks very much."
"You're squishing me!" Evi cried out, laughing, her face mashed into Dom's shoulder. "Again!"
Billy chuckled and slid off to the side. He hummed happily while nibbling on the back of Evi's shoulder, pausing now and again to give Dom a kiss. She shivered appreciatively under his mouth, and shuddered to teasing fingernails scraping along the curve of her ass. Any lingering uncertainty dissolved in the rush of pleasure, and she raised herself up on all fours, canting herself toward him. She felt his fingers tense on her hips for a long moment, then gasped as Billy placed a light kiss onto her tailbone, his tongue just teasing the top of the crevice.
She sighed his name and dropped her head down, shaking with want barely held in check. A tentative hand on her cheek caused her to open her eyes. It took a moment to focus on Dom's face, and she smiled to see the familiar love there.
"Look at you," he whispered, and kissed her. "I told you he'd feel good."
"Mmmm, you did," she agreed, distracted by Billy's lips working their teasing way up her spine. Dom chuckled and sat up enough to kiss Billy yet again (with lots of tongue and moaning and, God, was that two sets of lips brushing her ear?) before he let go and squirmed underneath her.
"Best seat in the house," he grinned cheekily before nuzzling her neck. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all, Mr. Monaghan," Evi laughed. She thrilled to the idea of being between them, with Billy warm against her back, gently lifting her hair to mouth the nape of her neck and Dom lounging beneath her, sampling the flavour of her nipple and leisurely stroking himself. Maybe next time they both could....
"Ah, she's gorgeous, Dom," Billy breathed. He'd stopped his kissing to rub his hands over her back and up her sides, long sweeps that made Evi's spine arch and flex.
"Yes, she is," Ali and Dom answered simultaneously. And burst into giggles.
Evi blushed hotly and hid her face in her hair. "Oh, I am not!"
Ali leaned over to kiss her quiet. "Yes, you are," she insisted. "Ramp it up, Billy, she's starting to think too much."
"Hmm. Like this, do you think?" he mused, and thoughtfully slid his hand down the centre of her ass, the slickness of his fingers (when had he had time to do that?) making Evi twitch and gasp in surprise with each caress over her opening. Before today, she had had no idea the skin there could be so exquisitely sensitive, and when the pressure of his touch increased, she practically vibrated off the bed in anticipation.
"All right there, love?" Ali asked her.
"So far...."
Resting a hand on her back, Billy teased her open a little more, enough to slip a finger inside. Her stomach twisted faintly with the odd stretching sensation, but to her relief nothing seemed to hurt. Evi pushed her hips experimentally against it - Billy murmured a word of quiet encouragement while he moved his finger further in. Feeling wicked, she wiggled her ass at him and smirked when he groaned.
"Stop it, you wee vixen. You'll make me lose it before I'm in you."
They paused for a moment (far too long, in Evi's opinion) while Billy fiddled one-handed with the lube container. Evi felt herself being eased opened again, this time with two fingers. She slowly released her breath, and felt a thrill of accomplishment as Billy was able to slip in despite the stubborn resistance. A strangely quivering sensation shook her as he scissored his fingers, the peculiarity of it distracting her from the intrusion of a third.
When it registered, her eyes widened as she tried to picture herself so impossibly open (physically, and more) - Dom could do it, she'd seen it, in fact, and, oh, she first thought it'd hurt to have something that big (practically Billy's entire hand, Jesus), but then Dom was far braver (or reckless, or just exceptionally trusting) than Evi was, more open-hearted.
Maybe, for this thing between them all to work, she needed to follow his example.
"How much longer?" Evi panted, feeling chilled and overheated all at once.
"You feel ready to me, love," Billy grinned and slid his fingers out.
"Finally!"
Ali mouth quirked. "I believe that's a yes."
"No shite," Dom snorted, and Evi was abruptly reminded that there were other people present, too, others that she cared for. She caught Dom's mouth and sucked on his tongue for a while, refreshing her memory.
The sound of tearing plastic crackled through her gut. Evi breathed deeper, trying to calm the fuck down. She turned at Billy's hiss and watched, fascinated and faintly alarmed, as Ali slicked his (obviously very hard) cock with lube, her hand slowly sliding and squeezing. Evi shivered, and didn't that explicit visual reminder make her stomach flip flop and her butt clench and, shit, let's say hello to tension once again.
At Billy's quiet 'enough', Ali let go and kissed him softly, then spent a few moments running her hands over Evi's skin, smiling impishly. Evi moaned and arched into her touch, feeling foolish for needing a little reassurance but longing for it anyway. She accepted Dom's kiss (and rolled her eyes as he mouthed 'good luck'), and turned to look back while Dom nibbled down her neck.
Billy's eyes were full of questions. Evi nodded once, relieved to see an answering smile; then, in deference to her strained neck, she straightened and remembered to breathe.
One more kiss was placed on Evi's back (open-mouthed and hot), then slowly, slowly, Billy pushed against her. Dom's tongue circling around her nipple distracted her from her anxiety as the tip of his cock slipped inside her. Ali spoke soft words of encouragement, keeping her hands light on her back. Billy let out a long low moan as he managed to slide further.
Evi concentrated on keeping herself loose, but that bizarre, shaking hot/cold feeling in her ass distracted her - it felt focussed in the wrong place, like her insides had been rearranged into something foreign. She opened her eyes to see Dom watching her carefully, attentive to any discomfort.
"It's not painful...just...weird."
"You feel fucking fantastic to me," gasped Billy, withdrawing slightly before pushing in again. Evi breathed again and relaxed more into his next stroke, the weird sensation parsing more into a kind of pleasure she recognized. She relished his hands cradling her hips, smoothing the skin of her ass with his fingertips, learning to savour this new way of loving.
But, as pleasant as she found it, she wondered where the intense pleasure was, the kind Dom had screamed out before. It wasn't a prostate thing - he'd explained to her months before that most of his pleasure (contrary to Billy's experience, apparently) came from the nerves around the anus, and she definitely had those. Surely she couldn't be that bad at this, could she?
"You should see how he looks," Ali crooned slyly into her ear. "His cock sliding in and out of your lovely ass, sweat dripping down his chest. He's straining, doesn't want to come too soon, but it's not easy, even with wearing the rubber. Your muscles grip him in the most delicious manner, just the way they did to my tongue, remember that?" Evi shivered to the sensation of her lips teasing the shell of her ear, knowing where they'd been. Ali's voice turned dark with wanting. "Imagine the muscles bunching in his legs and ass, his eyes almost black. You know he's holding back, keeping his strokes slow and luxurious...."
Evi lurched at her words, her imagination sparked and inspired. She imagined the white tension of his grip and the marks on her skin. His grunts and moans brought back from her memory his look of utter bliss when he was fucking Dom. He's making that face for me, now, she exulted, radiant joy dissolving the last of the tension stored in her shoulders and hips.
Billy let out a shocked cry and fell into her, their bodies shaking, merged closer than ever. Her senses tunnelled, narrowed to a blazing focus: his mouth on her back, igniting her skin; hands and cock stroking her inside and out, her name on his lips. The feel of him inside her there was like nothing she'd experienced (though now that she was a convert she'd absolutely love to try this with Dom - just for comparison's sake, of course).
She licked his fingers as they passed, and suddenly Billy's arms pulled her up, up, up and arched her body against his, fingers splayed between her breasts, over her heart, holding her fast. She turned her head and tried for a kiss; their lips met briefly, but the angle was all wrong, and Billy groaned in frustration. His teeth found her neck instead and marked her, but faintly, a mere hint of what was roiling beneath the surface.
Billy put his head against the back of her shoulder and breathed. "Oh, Evangeline," he murmured, and bit her again, holding her pinned.
Evi cursed; she wanted his marks, the marks of all three of them on her skin, branded and owned, and damned her job to hell and back for not allowing it. She stretched out a hand, not knowing who would grasp it until she felt Dom's mouth frantic on hers, and that was part of it but not enough, not nearly enough, and she could scream in frustration but instead cried into Dom's mouth as another attacked her nipple with sucking ferocity, cunning fingers finally finding her clit. That last bit of stimulation was what she had been missing - Evi struggled not to collapse and immolate into fiery, lust-ridden particles.
She clenched around Billy and pushed back sharply, desperate for more. Billy thrust harder, his control starting to fray. "Evi...." he gasped, pleading.
Evi could not make out words anymore, she'd gone beyond them; she was aware of only the roaring of blood in her ears and the thundering of her pulse, and their taste and touch and it wouldn't be long, now, no, not long....
With a spiralling cry, Evi thrashed and came, her back arched and rigid. After a long moment in space she finally collapsed, gasping, on Dom. Billy followed her explosion just as loudly, barely keeping himself from crashing down on the two of them. Evi shuddered when he slipped out and lay exhausted beside her, hard choking breaths dampening her hair. She reached for the hand that was awkwardly stroking her face and enlaced their fingers, gripping tightly. In her post-orgasmic haze, she felt Dom smilingly kiss her lips and Ali sling an arm over all of them, holding them together.
Evi closed her eyes and promptly passed out.
She awoke from her short nap to Dom snogging her senseless, limbs wrapped around her like an octopus. While he still smelled deliciously sweaty and debauched, she noticed (with some disappointment) that Billy and Ali had already showered and dressed, and were, in fact, no longer in bed with her. She raised her head to complain about this sorry state of affairs when she registered that the light from the window was now slanted to the other end of the room.
"What time is it?"
Billy looked at his watch. "Seven minutes past six."
"Weren't we supposed to be going out tonight?"
Ali wrinkled her nose at her. "You have half an hour."
"Shit!" Evi jumped out of bed, dragging a protesting Dom behind her into the bathroom. When Evi turned on the shower and frantically started scrubbing her hair, he forgot his complaints and got in with her. He grabbed the soap and helpfully started washing her back, especially her lower....
"Dom!"
"All right, all right! I'll be good," he promised, removing his roving hands and lathering himself instead.
"You can show me how good later," she quipped with a wiggle, washing the shampoo out of her eyes.
Dom made a frustrated sound in his throat. "Evil wench," he rebuked, and slapped her ass.
"Dominic!"
Twenty-eight minutes later they were clean, dressed and presentable to the general public, if still slightly damp. Evi snatched up her shoulder bag and slipped her feet into her sandals just as Dom was putting on the last of his rings. With a flourish, she pirouetted before her friends. "Well? Do I pass muster?"
The heated way Billy took her in left her mouth dry and her heart thumping. He moved closer and ran one finger along her jaw. "Beautiful," he whispered, and leaned forward.
They kissed and kissed, and both found it difficult to stop. Finally, finally she managed to pull herself away long enough to say, "We have to talk."
Billy closed his eyes and leaned his head against hers. "Yes, we do. About many things." Billy turned to Dom and asked, "What's your schedule like tomorrow?"
"Shooting beach scenes with Jorge for most of the day, I believe."
Billy nodded, then looked back at Evi. "And you?"
She smiled. "Luckily enough, I'm free tomorrow afternoon."
"That's good. Ali, will you be joining us?"
"If you mean for lunch, then no. I'm meeting up with one of the halaus - Gerry Tapoi, you remember him? - for some instruction in kahiko."
Dom clapped his hands excitedly. "Oooh! Does this mean we'll get to see you in a grass skirt?" He pulled her to him and nuzzled her neck. "In just a grass skirt?"
"Perhaps, Dominic, I'll do a private demonstration after, just for you," Ali purred, arching her neck in pleasure.
Billy smirked at the two of them then leaned toward Evi for another kiss of his own. She smiled against his lips, loving the fact that they were of a height.
"We're doing this backwards," Billy remarked when they paused long enough to catch their breath.
"That's okay. We're not exactly typical in any other way, why would we be in this?"
Billy giggled, and started slow dancing with her while humming Getting To Know You. Evi laughed and sang along, using the few words she could remember, and placed a gentle kiss on their linked hands. Her eyes glistened with growing anticipation of having Billy all to herself for a change.
Dom sidled up behind her and whispered, "Billy quite likes that song - he's looking forward to playing the King of Siam in a few years."
Billy shot him a look of royal disdain. "Mock not my hairline, Monaghan, for your future it foretells."
"Talk not like Yoda, Bills, for a right wanker it makes you look."
Dom's laugh turned into a squeak when Billy pushed him against the desk and brutally pressed his palm against his crotch. Using his best Yoda voice, he growled against Dom's slack mouth, "Wank you right later, I will." He abruptly let him go and turned to take Ali's arm in an exaggerated show of gallantry. He grinned innocently and flashed a wink at Evi.
She snorted at that, then laughed at Dom's dazed look. "I don't know whether to be horribly disgusted or violently turned on," he declared as he followed Billy and Ali out of the room on unsteady legs. Evi trailed behind them, giggling madly.
Her bubbly mood lasted until they got to Dom's Prius, the instant she noticed the familiar dark blue sedan down the street.
"Fucking paparazzi," Dom muttered and slammed the car door as he got in.
"It's a shame it's illegal to shoot them," Billy added conversationally. Evi snickered then abruptly covered her mouth.
Dom raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't pretend you're sorry," he said. "Besides, we were all thinking it."
Ali looked thoughtfully out at the other vehicle. "I think we should shoot them something else," she stated and, grinning, held up two fingers in its direction.
"The windows are tinted, you know," Dom laughed, then, with a glance and a nod, all four of them jauntily thrust their appropriate rude gesture at the (fortunately for them, oblivious) photographers, complete with raucous jeers and sneering insults. Ineffectual, of course (even if they could be seen), but amusing, nevertheless.
"Shove this up your ugly bahookies!" Ali cried, gesticulating wildly and lifting up her top to flash them her breasts.
"Alison McKinnon, you filthy minx!" exclaimed Billy. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her, shrieking, to him. "Those are meant for me!" he cried gleefully and rubbed his face against her chest, with Ali giggling wildly.
"And us, too!" Dom yelled a millisecond behind a laughing Evi.
Billy and Ali smiled at them and at each other. "Yes," she said and kissed Billy full on the mouth, finally distracting him long enough to right her clothing.
Evi beamed in satisfaction and gave Dom a sloppy kiss that soon threatened to make them late - a gentle yet rousing slap to the back of Dom's head (from Ali) brought them back to the present.
Grumbling good-naturedly, Dom started the car and turned up the speakers, smiling at the first chords of Revolution. He mimed the opening scream (thank God) while shifting into gear, the other three spontaneously playing the air instrument of their choice, grinning like a bunch of loons. They could be sober adults again when they got to their destination.
We're four of a kind, Evi thought happily as the car pulled out of the driveway. Perfect.
END
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I'm glad the humour worked for you. :D
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*shrivels into a ball of lust and satedness*
Mmmmmmmm...
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*snicker*
Glad you enjoyed it. :D:D:D:D:D:D
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. :D
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I'll probably leak out more hints through the ensuing parts (when I ever get to them. LOL! Must work on other WIP for a bit.)
Thanks for the comments.:D
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You're very welcome! :D