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  She smiled. “Sounds like a plan,” she said. “We all win.”

  “Yes, we do,” smiled Jay. “We all win.”

  Chapter Four

  “It’s almost exactly the way I imagined your place would look.” Elyssa lifted her eyes from the horn of the old-fashioned gramophone and grinned at Jay, who was sitting back in a velvet wing chair, longs legs crossed, fingers playing negligently with the lapel of his silk jacket.

  “The students expect it of me,” he explained. “Especially the first years. They long to be drawn into my Bohemian web of decadence and cloudy sherry.”

  “Especially the girls, I imagine.”

  “Girls? I lecture in Astrophysics.” Jay stood and went over to the window of his college lodgings, which looked out over a neatly mown quadrangle, dotted here and there with lounging youths. “Spotty boys who live for World of Warcraft are my constituency. I went into the wrong subject. Should have gone for a Humanity, like you.”

  “Well, you’ve got a human like me instead. And I’ll have you know that I frown upon student seduction.”

  She took her place at Jay’s shoulder, touching his elbow lightly, just to convey that she wasn’t scolding him with any serious intent.

  He put a hand at the back of her neck, ruffling the stray hairs at its nape. Down on the lawn, a pair of young men spotted them, waved madly and shouted, “Dr. Marriott!”

  He took Elyssa’s wrist and yanked her away from public view.

  “Popularity is such a bore,” he drawled, pulling her onto his lap on the faded wing chair. “As you’ll find out when you take up your post next term. I haven’t congratulated you yet, have I? Very clever of you to get a gig at the college next door. I almost suspect you of stalking me!”

  “It’s a coincidence, you arrogant swine!” Elyssa laughed, letting him pull her in closer for a long, sweet kiss.

  “I deliver a series of lectures on the subject of coincidence,” Jay said, his lower lip still rubbing against Elyssa’s, his eyes huge pools of dilated pupil. “As a Physicist, I prefer persistence. I think that’s what got you that job.”

  “You are very persistent,” Elyssa agreed, running her fingers beneath Jay’s shirt, onto the warm skin that covered his collarbone. “Patrick’s late. I wish he’d call or something. I wonder what this news of his is?”

  “Shall we start without him?”

  “I feel bad…”

  “You are bad.”

  Jay nipped her earlobe, flicking the point of his tongue beneath it.

  “Very bad,” he muttered darkly. “A very, very bad girl.”

  His hand grazed her thigh, then slid up beneath the short skirt she’d worn for the occasion. “That’s why you aren’t wearing knickers!” he exclaimed, finding the nude lips wet and ready for him.

  She shrugged and nuzzled his shoulder. “Seemed a bit pointless to put them on.”

  “That’s the kind of reasoning I like to hear.” Jay’s fingertips pushed their way between the twin portals, finding the swollen nub of Elyssa’s clit and stroking it lightly while his mouth continued to ravish her ear. “Open those legs wider, Professor.”

  The sibilance of his whisper sent tremors through her. She arched her back in delight and spread her thighs as wide as she could, hooking her right ankle over the chair arm and clinging to Jay’s neck.

  His thumb worked her remorselessly, setting every nerve ending into motion, causing her to squirm helplessly on his hardening lap.

  “Jay…oh…Jay…”

  “Is that like SOS?” he asked conversationally, manipulating her ruthlessly to an unstoppable orgasm.

  When her wailing died down and the tingling flush had spread across her body, weakening her bones and rousing her blood, she rolled her neck towards the door. It was open.

  “I can’t believe you started without me.” The affronted Patrick threw his holdall into the centre of the room and folded his arms, mock-frowning.

  “Tell me you’d have done any different,” challenged Jay, setting Elyssa gently on the floor and standing up, leaning forward to take the bag and stow it in the bedroom.

  Patrick kicked the door shut behind him. “No, you’re right,” he said as Elyssa flopped back down into the wing chair, fighting to regain her sense of normality. “Sorry I’m late. Bloody Friday traffic. Still, I’ll have to get used to it, I suppose, when I start working at the John Radcliffe.”

  “What?” Jay and Elyssa exclaimed in chorus, their necks swivelling, mouths dropping, eyes popping.

  Patrick took the armchair opposite and steepled his hands, beaming at their stunned reaction. “Well, once Elyssa got the job here, I knew I had to follow her, or risk becoming the third wheel. Do you really think I was going to stew in London while you two spent every non-working moment in bed together? We’re a threesome, aren’t we, not a couple with a bolt-on?”

  “Or a strap-on,” snorted Jay.

  Elyssa, rolling her eyes, assured him, “Of course we are.”

  She crossed the floor, dropping down to a crouch beside Patrick, placing her hand in his. “Oh, Patrick,” she said. “I got the job here because I wanted the job! Not because I wanted to phase you out of this amazing thing we’ve got going. I would never want to do that! It’s been the most wonderful six months of my life, and I hope it lasts forever. It would break my heart to lose either of you.”

  Patrick squeezed her hand, apparently reassured by her sincerity. “That’s good,” he said. “Because now we have the chance to take things to another level. I’ve got the consultant neurosurgeon post at the hospital and I need to find a place here.”

  “That’s excellent news,” said Jay soberly. “Let me shake your hand, Robertson.”

  The two men shook hands warmly, then Jay pulled Patrick unexpectedly into his chest, hugging him close. “Well played,” he spoke into his ear. “I knew you’d do this. And I know you won’t believe me, but I’m glad you did.”

  “Thanks,” said Patrick. “Actually, I do believe you.”

  Elyssa broke the emotional silence, clapping her hands together.

  “So here we all are, the three of us, with our jobs and our places in the same city. No more long drives or late nights on MSN. We can just pop in on each other whenever the mood strikes, even start looking for a place together. I think that calls for a celebration, don’t you?”

  “The bedroom is that way,” said Jay, gesturing grandly towards the half open door. “Please do be my guests.”

  A squealing Elyssa was chased by her two lovers into the small room, taking off clothes as she ran. Patrick caught her first, trapping her against him with a well-placed rugby-player’s leg while he unsnapped her bra, then he pushed her over to Jay, who made short work of the flirty little skirt.

  It had taken six months, but now all the sharp corners and rough edges of their threefold interaction had been smoothed out and they were able to read each other’s intentions perfectly. No more elbows in the face or two sets of hands reaching for the same thing at the same time—now they worked together as three parts of a perfect whole, all focused on the pleasure of the other two at all times.

  “My turn,” asserted Patrick, undressing at warp speed and presenting his splendidly naked form, with its majestic cock at the centre, on the wrought-iron-framed bed.

  Elyssa shinned up his long legs to straddle him, hovering over his straining tip, licking her lips lasciviously.

  “I’ve been hard as a rock for about twenty minutes,” complained Jay.

  “Why don’t we do that thing we did last week?” suggested Elyssa, winking at him over her shoulder.

  Jay began to fling off his clothes, even faster than Patrick had done.

  “You sure?” he asked, sounding like the cat that got the cream.

  “Sure I’m sure. I’ve been dreaming about doing it again all week.” She impaled herself on Patrick’s thick length with a happy sigh, which he echoed.

  With her pussy filled and her pert backside wriggling at Jay, she tilt
ed herself forward, bringing her face down to meet Patrick’s for ravenous kisses, waiting for what she knew was going to come next.

  The rough slide of Jay’s bedside drawer, the uncapping of a bottle, the unmistakable glug as its contents dripped into their owner’s palm. Then there were fingers gliding up the crack of her bottom—warm, slippery, probing fingers, taking their time, working with the rhythm of Patrick’s thrusts, making sure that the tiny aperture they sought was well and truly coated in the light, fragrant lubricant.

  Elyssa cried out when Jay’s long fingers found their secret target, and she cried out again when his strong arms wrapped around her from behind and the rounded head of his cock pushed her rear cheeks apart.

  Patrick, face contorted with lust by this scenario, began to pound all the more furiously, so that Jay had to hold her tight and take extra care with the slow drive forward, edging in, fraction by fraction.

  “Easy, Patrick, easy,” whispered Elyssa, her senses all over the place, flying from front to back passage, over and over again like confused fireflies. Patrick calmed down enough for Elyssa to feel the dual friction, the complementary play of cocks at fore and aft, and to sink deep down into the knowledge that she was taken in the most absolute way possible. The incredible privilege she was gifted with struck her anew, as it always did when she shared her body with these two exceptional men, and by the time Jay had seated himself to the hilt, she was gasping and almost in tears, close to a release that was as emotionally powerful as it was physically intense.

  “I’m yours,” she moaned, signalling that they could begin to match their rhythms and seek their separate, yet inseparable, climaxes.

  The two men reached a co-operative arrangement, one thrusting ahead while the other drew back, plunging in and out, holding Elyssa still between them, covering her face and neck with their kisses. She knew that the best she could do was hold still, giving her pelvis an encouraging roll now then when they came particularly close to sending her up in explosive flames.

  “You’re mine,” crooned Jay, and Patrick echoed the words.

  “Mine too, mine too,” gasped Elyssa.

  This had become their signal, the green light to go ahead and race for the finish. Whenever Elyssa said those words, “Mine too,” it meant that she was close to the edge, ready to erupt in the molten flood of orgasm.

  With Jay buried in her rear and Patrick powering past her G-spot, she melted into trembles and whimpers, her body twisting against her two lovers while fronds of russet hair whipped their skin.

  “Yes, yes,” hissed the men, acting upon their cue and letting their own pleasure take its forceful course, emptying their bodies and their hearts into Elyssa’s safe keeping.

  A single organism made of three parts, they collapsed together upon the bed, limbs strewn everywhere, mussed hair in three different shades contrasting with the white bed linen.

  “You know,” said Elyssa solemnly, trying to speak over the pounding of her heart, “I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

  The men kissed each of her cheeks, lying still and silent for a while, watching the ceiling spin and feeling the enormity of their bond. For the first time, the future seemed assured and certain. This was no longer an experiment or a contest but a way of life.

  “You certainly are,” yawned Jay. “So lucky that I’ve decided I never want to play you at Scrabble ever again.”

  “Luck!” Elyssa sat up, hair flying, eyes vivid with outrage. “It was skill!”

  “Quartz on a triple word score,” Patrick snorted. “Pure fluke.”

  “Right, that does it,” fumed Elyssa. “Get the board! I’m going to thrash your arses once and for all.”

  “Is that a promise?” drawled Jay, but Patrick was already rooting through the cupboard.

  “Naked Scrabble,” he ordained. “Winner gets everything they ask for the rest of the night. Losers have to make dinner.”

  The box landed on the bed with a clink of tiles. Elyssa laid out the board and began to fumble in the bag for her first seven letters.

  “Oh look,” she said, laying down four of them across the central star. “Love. I think I’ve won already. Love should always win.”

  The men could only agree with her.

  About the Author

  Justine Elyot is a UK based writer of erotic romance and erotica. Her work has appeared in numerous anthologies from Black Lace, Cleis Press, Xcite and Constable & Robinson. Her first full-length book, On Demand, was published by Black Lace in 2009.

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