mickeym

Title: Double Your Pleasure
Pairing: Sam/Jess/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1300
Warnings/Spoilers: None. It's pre-series/Stanford-era
Disclaimer: Not mine. Sadly.
A/N:

thenyxie asked for Sam/girl/girl, and filthydirty. I hope this delivers, honey :) Lots of thanks to

rivers_bend,

leighm and

balefully for encouragement and assistance. This one got a little longer than originally intended... *g*

Hot outside; hotter inside. Windows wide open so any passer-by might hear -- or even see. Shadows thrown against the walls from flickering candles; dozens of candles, all shapes and sizes, and one low lamp in the corner of the room, casting a puddle of golden light onto the bed.

Jess is golden, all tawny, rippling muscle and long, flowing hair. Marilyn is the exact opposite, ivory skin and sleek, black hair cut in a pageboy bob. She's kneeling on their bed, legs spread wide enough for Sam to see between, the shadow of her cunt, pink and slick and wet already, glistening through sheer lace panties.

She edges her little skirt up over firm thighs, teasing, and sighs when Jess reaches between those thighs and rubs over the sheer fabric covering her. Sam swallows and leans forward, just a stutter of movement, then reaches down and palms himself through his boxers.

"Touch her," he says roughly, voice catching on the second word. "Rub her through her panties, Jess."

Jess does, and Marilyn whimpers, hips hitching forward ever so slightly. Jess shifts so Sam has a better view, and draws her finger slowly downward, stroking from Marilyn's clit to her asshole. "She's so wet, Sam. Can you see?"

"Yeah. God, yeah." He squeezes the base of his cock and tugs on his balls, because no fucking way is he going to come yet. Not until he's sinking deep into someone. "You wet, too, baby?"

Jess nods; reaches out for Marilyn's hand and draws it down between her legs. "Tell him," she hisses. "Tell him how you've made me."

Marilyn's voice is like smooth, aged whiskey and honey; it slides down over Sam, thick and warm. "She's fucking drenched, Sam. No panties, either. Jessie's a bad, bad girl."

"She is." He smiles at both girls. "You want to spank her, Mari? She loves it when I spank her; gets her cunt all wet and throbbing. Sometimes I can make her come like that."

Marilyn leans in and whispers something to Jess. Sam can't hear what it is, but he sees her arm moving, vibrating; imagines he can see her fingers diddling into Jess, into the slippery, wet heat of her. Imagines her sliding her fingers over Jess's clit, tugging gently on it, while Jess moans and whimpers.

"Please," Jess says, the word hardly more than a murmur. "Sam?"

"Spank her good and make her come," he says to Marilyn. "She's so pretty when she comes."

Christ, he's going to die of blue balls, watching this--but what a way to go.

Marilyn slides off the bed and shimmies out of her skirt and panties. Jess watches hungrily, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples when Marilyn steps closer to Sam. "You're just as naughty, Sam. Watching like this."

He tugs her down for a hungry kiss, growling into her mouth, "you wouldn't be here if you didn't like to be watched."

She moans when he smacks her ass, and over on the bed Jess whimpers again, shifting herself around so she's on all fours, knees spread wide enough Sam sees just how turned on she is. She's wet and swollen, lips spread open, the nub of her clit visible even from here. Sam wants to go to her, put his hands on her cheeks and spread her wide. Rub his face over her pussy until he's soaked with her juices. Wants to suck on her clit and tongue the barbell pierced through it.

He's up off the chair before he finishes processing that thought, body alight with electricity, currents rippling all through him. Jess shifts impatiently again, knees sliding just a little further apart, and then Marilyn's beside him, tugging him down to bite at his ear and whisper breathily.

"You want to spank her, instead? There's other things she and I can do." She slides her fingers down between her legs; brings a slick, shiny finger up to Sam's mouth. "Wanna?"

He sucks Marilyn's finger clean and practically snarls, "Get up on the bed," before moving in closer to Jess. One smack on her golden skin, then another, and a third, and she has perfectly red handprints rising up on her asscheeks. "Gorgeous," Sam mutters, leaning in to kiss the red marks. He licks at them, then over, tonguing her asshole while she shudders beneath him. "Do Marilyn, baby. Eat her while I eat you."

Sam smacks Jess's ass a couple more times, then spreads her again to lick up the juices flowing. He dips his head to see Jess spreading Marilyn's lips, her cunt deep pink, blood-engorged and flushed.

"Suck her clit, Jess. You know how much you like it. Play with the ring, make her come like that." He works two fingers up inside Jess, fucking her hard and fast while he tugs and pulls on the barbell piercing she has. Marilyn squeals and bucks up toward Jess, the wet, sloppy noises increasing as both girls orgasm, nearly at the same time.

Sam replaces his fingers with his mouth and feels Jess's thighs tremble against his head; he turns so she's astride his face and presses his wet fingers against, then into her asshole while he licks and sucks her through a second, and then a third orgasm. Marilyn's thrashing and panting behind him, and each wave of sounds pushes Sam's hunger higher.

"Wanna fuck you," he grits out, body clenched against his urge to come. "Right now, in the ass." He bites her asscheek and growls, "want my dick in your ass, Jess?"

"Jesus, Sam, yes. God, yes." Jess is practically sobbing the words, and hell, Sam's hands are shaking when he moves back to find the lube and condoms they set out earlier.

He kisses Jess and Marilyn both and settles himself back on the bed, propped up against the headboard. It's painful to roll the condom down, his dick aches, he's so hard. The girls kneel over him, one to either side, and Marilyn has her hand between Jess's legs again. From the angle, Sam sees Marilyn slicking lube over Jess's hole, mouth teasing at Jess's.

"C'mon, God--" He needs to fuck, or he's going to die.

Scratch that. He's going to die when Jess swings over him, straddling his hips, and positions herself. She's so tight, so fucking tight, not at all like fucking into her pussy. So tight, and hot, and every time she shudders it's like he's being squeezed slowly, in little increments.

Jess makes the most gorgeous noises, too, while she slides downward. Little gasps and moans, hoarse, throaty growls that Sam swallows down in deep, slick kisses. Behind her, hands rubbing and stroking everywhere, Marilyn echoes those noises. He kisses Marilyn while Jess pants against his shoulder, rocking over his dick, squeezing around him. Marilyn bites at Sam's mouth, then Jess's, and god, that's hot.

"Make her come," he manages, hips wanting desperately to pump up hard and fast. "I need--"

Marilyn smiles, breathes out "yeah", and reaches down to rub Jess's clit, fingers light and teasing and then harder, faster. Sam feels her shaking, feels her orgasm start to build, his own right behind it. He grips Jess's hips and fucks up hard, harder, his blood pounding through him, superheated and supercharged, and god. God.

He comes with a low, deep groan, hips pistoning upward over and over. Jess is clenched tight around him, so tight, and the minute she tips over the edge, fucking forward into Marilyn's touch, Sam cries out and spasms once again.

They lay together afterward in a sweaty, sated pile, trading kisses and gentle caresses. Jess brings Marilyn off once, then Sam gets her off one more time, fingers working deep until she grabs his hair and shudders, body clenching tight and hungry around him.

Sam stays awake afterward, while the girls curl together and sleep, and watches the candles burn down one at a time until it's dark in the room, with dawn slowly slashing across the sky, outside.

~fin~