There is nothing more gorgeous than an aroused man stretched out between two women.

Rush, impossibly tall and broad and deliciously sweaty, took up most of the bed in one of the private rooms at Club D. His large frame, covered in tanned skin and dark hair - the right amount in his armpits and across his chest, picking up again just above his belly button and leading down his tight, hard belly in a pleasure trail that ended in a nest surrounding his large, hard cock.

The cock currently sliding in and out of his wife's wet, hungry mouth.

Rush and Livvy were beautiful together. Both fluid and graceful in their movements, every touch was so obviously filled with love and adoration that it made my heartbeat stutter in my chest and my thrusts falter for just a second. She was the light to his dark, the delicate to his rough-hewn granite, her subtlety to his bull-in-a-china-shop directness. His large hands were in her hair, caressing her as the silky tendrils slipped in between his work-roughened fingers. He pressed down on the back of her head, silently encouraging her to take him deeper as I thrust deeper into him, the silicon dildo buried to the hilt in his ass.

He groaned, his hips moving, pressing back into me with every push and I knew he was close. Rush's head pushed back into the tangle of sheets and pillows underneath him, his jaw clenched as he moaned, every muscle in his body taut with the pleasure we were both giving to him. The dark flutter of his eyelashes against his skin was mesmerizing and I could not look away.

"Fuck, yeah," he ground out, his growl causing my own arousal to spike. He was sexy, all-male and unashamed of taking his pleasure in any form and I got off on being the one of the people allowed to give it to him. "Livvy, baby. Love you so goddam much."

His words were let out on a quick breath just before his body bowed with his climax. I kept thrusting, knowing how much he loved to be fucked through his orgasm. Livvy didn't lift her head, taking him deeper and drinking down every drop of his come as her own sweeter groans joined his. I reached out, running my own shaking hands through her hair, tangling my fingers with Rush as he eyed me under lids heavy with satisfaction. I leaned forward and he lifted up, our mouths brushing and tongues tangling in a tender kiss before he fell back against the sheets in a heap of satiated contentment. It was so incredibly sexy and it lit me up, tightening the desire already coiled in my belly.

I gently pulled out of him, unfastening the belt around my waist and letting the harness fall to the floor at my feet in a vibrating tangle of leather and silicon. I missed the tease of the vibrator against my clit as I climbed onto the bed and took Livvy's mouth in a kiss. She tasted of herself and her husband and I dove in deep, taking what she was offering to me, accepting her invitation to stay here in this with them for a little while longer.

Rush joined us, his lips and tongue, the scruff of his beard adding to the need still building between the three of us. Three-way kisses were tricky but we’d been doing this a long time and we had it down. We had us down.

We shifted and I ended with my thighs splayed wide over Rush’s face, my pussy exposed to his tongue. I groaned when he took the first lick, realizing that I was closer than I realized. My body buzzed with sensation and it spiked even higher when Livvy sucked my right nipple into her mouth. I rode the wave of pleasure for a while, letting the wet tease of Rush’s tongue and the sharp pull of her mouth inch me closer and closer to the orgasm I desperately wanted.

I opened my eyes, dropping my head to look down on my friend, her silky blonde fall of hair partially hiding her beautiful face. I lifted my hand, pushing the loose curls back over her shoulder, exposing not only the exquisite sight of her lips suckling at my breast but also Rush, thrusting his fingers in and out of her sex. She rode him with languid movements, taking what she wanted with unabashed enthusiasm.

“Fuck, Livvy,” he groaned against my thigh, his breath hot and humid. The briefest nip of his teeth against my sensitive skin had my fingers twisting in the sheets and digging into hard planes of his chest. “You’re so goddam wet. Carla gets you so hot. I fucking love it.”

I groaned then, grasping Livvy’s face and taking her mouth in a ravenous kiss as her husband ate at my pussy and took me to a long, electric orgasm. I moaned into her mouth as the pleasure ripped through me, grinding my pelvis against his tongue, wordlessly begging to him continue as I rode out the last, sweet aftershocks.

Livvy looped her arms around my neck, burying her face into the crook of my shoulder as she came. Her body shook and shuddered, her hips pistoning up and down on her husband’s fingers as she bit into the tender skin of my shoulder. I laughed, letting the joy of this moment wash over me and spill over the two of them.

Moments passed and we all fell into a heap of tangled arms and legs on the bed. Comfortable with each other after years of friendship with benefits, none of us were in any hurry to leave. We spent as much time these days drinking in a bar watching a Nats game as we did getting hot and sweaty between the sheets. Livvy was one of my oldest friends and when she’d reunited with Rush, he was added to my selective roster of people I trusted with my life and my secrets.

“So, your cop is a fucking superstar. His close rate is almost damn near perfect and the department loves him, which explains why they overlook it when he bends the rules sometimes,” Rush said, his voice low and gravely in his post-sex languor.

“He’s a dirty cop?” I asked, shifting my head to the left to look at Rush as he delivered the information I’d requested. When he wasn’t letting me fuck him or vice versa, Rush was a mercenary and my go-to guy when I needed the real down and dirty on people. He conducted the security screenings on the members at Club D and I knew that if there was a closet hiding skeletons, he would find it.

“No. He’s a good cop. Loves the job and wouldn’t cut that kind of corner. He’s just reckless, focused to the point of obsession and walks that line between black and white to get the job done.” He shifted on the bed, his arm wrapping around Livvy’s waist in drawing her close to his side. She rested her head on his chest, smiling up at me as he continued. “His personal life is fucked up but nothing that hasn’t happened to any other unfortunate bastard a million times before.”

Livvy picked up the narrative in her uppercrust British accent, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “His wife cheated on him and left him for her personal trainer and instead of heading to a member of your fine profession he decided to fuck his way through every bar in DC and Baltimore.”

“No women,” Rush interjected on a yawn. “Just guys. He’s avoided the siren call of the evil, deceiving vagina since his divorce.”

Livvy smacked at his chest but he caught her hand, covering up his grin with a soft kiss pressed to her fingertips. I watched them for a few moments, enjoying the way they moved together. So different, but perfectly in tune with each other, not only in the bedroom but in every part of their lives. They’d fractured apart once but had found each other again and the bond they had was stronger for the way it had healed.

I wanted that for myself. The eternal optimist and hopeless romantic, I kept searching. No, not hopeless. In the words of Joan Wilder I was a “hopeful romantic”. A proud and card-carrying member of that club and I’d ride or die for the man or woman who’d be able to love me without reservation and without conditions.

They were curled together, in that place where you drift between sleep and waking and it was my cue to leave. Our arrangement didn’t make me a part of their unit and while I didn’t feel like they were excluding me, I knew when the world narrowed down to just the two of them and I was okay with that. Knowing that I’d added to them becoming closer was what kept me doing this.

I slid out of the bed, grabbing my clothes off the floor where they’d been discarded earlier. I slipped into them, doing one last check for stray items when I heard Rush’s voice rumble up from the tumble of sheets wrapped around their bodies.

“Ryker’s right. You shouldn’t have lied to them and this guy’s gonna figure it out and when he does, he’ll use it. He’s smart and a good cop and not a dude you want to piss off.” His grin was loose, only a brief glimpse of white teeth. “He’s not like me. I’m a pussycat.”

I laughed. Rush was fucking terrifying and he knew it. “More a like a lion, mauling everyone who gets in your way.”

“Yeah well, just remember that even kittens have sharp claws.”

He meant it as a warning but I smiled. I liked it when my lovers left a mark.