Sober by miera [Reviews - 10]
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Category: Threesomes and Moresomes > All Varieties
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Genres: PWP - Plot, What Plot?
Warnings: Adult themes
Series: None
Word count: 3093; Completed: Yes
Summary: "Alien drugs made them do it" PWP. Weir/Shep/McKay unrepentant smut.
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Elizabeth hadn't thought the drinks being pressed upon them by their new trading partners at the celebratory banquet, which her team had been consuming enthusiastically, had been very strong.
The visual her eyes were transmitting to her brain said otherwise.
She'd gone into the wrong room, that was obvious. This was not the room set aside for her and Teyla to share for the night. That was made very clear by the two men who were making out against the wall. Plus Teyla was nowhere in sight.
The alcohol must have been a hell of a lot stronger than she thought, because there was no other explanation for her finding John Sheppard shoved up against a wall with Rodney McKay's tongue down his throat.
And Rodney's hands were on John's ass. Or at least the area where she assumed John's ass was, since there was little evidence that he actually had one.
And she hadn't just thought that. And she needed to get out of here as quickly as possible before she started to laugh and gave herself away and embarrassed all of them.
She took a silent step back, but Rodney apparently heard her anyway. He pulled his mouth – but not his body – away from John's and looked directly at her. John turned in her direction and she saw an expression of confusion pass across his face, muted by the dazed look in his eyes.
Rodney, however, said calmly, "Elizabeth. Come here." He stared right at her, almost daring her to disobey.
A sharp, stunning throb of arousal went through her body at the invitation. This wasn't like the Rodney she knew. That Rodney, when he was on a power trip, talked a million miles a minute rather than his usual thousand and practically vibrated with energy. This man was different. Despite the deep breaths he was taking from the round of tonsil hockey with John, he didn't babble. She wasn't even sure he was blinking. He was utterly still, and it felt like the entire room was being drawn straight to him. Including herself.
For a moment she paused. She could picture herself shaking her head once, turning and walking away, leaving the two of them to do what they would. It was what she should do.
She walked over until she was standing next to them. Rodney physically turned John so he was facing Elizabeth. "Kiss her," Rodney told him, still in that level voice. "I want to watch."
That flash of anxiety crossed John's features again as he looked at her, but it melted away and he wrapped a hand around the back of her head and leaned in.
Her toes curled. John's mouth was warm and his lips softer than she would have expected, and his tongue apparently not entirely worn out by Rodney just yet as he teased her lips and her own tongue coyly. Her hands found the front of his chest, sliding up over the black t-shirt and wrapping around his shoulders so she could get closer. John's hands cupped her ass, and as he pulled her against him she felt something strange...
Rodney's hand. He was fondling John's crotch in between the two of them. She stared at Rodney, standing right next to them both. John moved on to kiss her neck, but Rodney looked at her.
"You didn't know about this, did you? Didn't know he wanted you like this?" Rodney pulled his hand away, drawing a frustrated moan and a glare from John. Rodney smirked and walked behind Elizabeth. His hands slid up her hips, lifting her shirt over her head. Then she felt his fingers working at the clasp of her bra and a blush stained her cheeks, although why it had waited until now was a mystery.
Rodney kept talking low in her ear. "You didn't know I wanted you like this either, I bet. He didn't know I wanted him." The timbre of his voice, the too-calm quality, made her shiver, as did the rush of cool air across her bare skin.
John's eyes flickered to Rodney's face and then drifted back down her naked upper body. Rodney's hands came around her, cupping her breasts and she arched into his touch involuntarily. She fought not to close her eyes, and she could see John's pupils get even larger as he watched her shiver under Rodney's fingers.
"So now she's here," Rodney spoke to John. "What are you waiting for?"
John licked his lips, meeting her eyes for a moment. Rodney wasn't wrong. John wanted her, and in contrast to the dark thrill of Rodney's commands, John's open lust warmed her from the inside out.
She hadn't known. Perhaps in the most general sense she knew John found her attractive, and that Rodney cared about her, but she wasn't exactly burdened with free time to wonder about "what might have beens" about her own subordinates, who both managed to drive her up the wall on a regular basis already.
John undid her belt buckle and tugged her trousers down, kneeling to remove her boots too. Casting them aside, he ran his palms up her thighs, and then pulled her panties off as well. She was completely naked between them, both men still fully clothed. As she realized what he intended to do, she began to move, starting to pull away, a last gasp of rationality trying to make this stop before it was too late. Rodney's arms gripped her like a vise and she was trapped against his body.
He was holding her for John. She could feel the hard bulge in the front of his pants, pressed against her ass.
When Elizabeth felt the soft kisses tracing up the inside of her thigh, she stopped struggling. Callused hands drew her thighs farther apart and fingers gently brushed against the curls of her hair, then pushed inside the folds. Her head fell back, landing right on Rodney's shoulder. John found his target immediately and she moaned.
When his hands cupped her, holding her open, and his tongue licked right across her clitoris, Elizabeth screamed.
She had no hope of thinking about anything clearly. She was dimly aware of Rodney's arms and the feeling of his breath against her neck, but her body and most of her brain were preoccupied with the delicious, almost-painful ache that kept rising without a pause from the hot mouth sucking at her most sensitive spot. John took her straight to the climax without pause, and she screamed again.
When she could open her eyes, John was standing in front of her, watching her with concern behind the drunken confusion on his face. Rodney's arms were the only thing keeping her upright. When John moved a little forward, towards her, Rodney reached out and fisted a hand in John's shirt. John's eyes moved from her to Rodney and she saw him smirk.
Rodney pulled him in and kissed him. She could see Rodney's tongue licking John's mouth. Licking the taste from *her* from John's mouth. Her body went even more limp and she gasped as she realized that despite the sharp orgasm she'd just had she was nowhere close to being satiated.
Once they had gotten her to the bed, Rodney began to strip off his clothes. John followed suit a moment later. Elizabeth watched, thinking distantly about the weird personality shift going on here. John was hesitant, and far more passive, than she would have thought of him being in this situation – had she thought about it for more than scattered random moments. It wasn't just that Rodney was in control (of both of them), it was that John seemed afraid to do anything without permission.
That was so not John Sheppard.
And Rodney, from what she knew of him, however bossy he might be in 99% of the situations they'd ever been in, had never struck her as terribly confident when dealing with romance and sex. Bragging aside, she knew how bad Rodney was at interpersonal communication. Though in her mind she could hear Rodney – the normal Rodney – pointing out that if the three of them were going to have sex, he was the best person to figure out the logistics.
"Stay here," Rodney said to John. "Don't move, don't touch yourself. Just watch."
John complied, standing next to the bed, arms hanging at his sides. Rodney climbed onto the bed, on top of her, and Elizabeth accepted the weight in between her legs instinctively. He looked at her for a moment, the intense concentration on his face thrilling and unsettling at the same time.
"Rodney," she managed to whisper. "What is going on here?"
His eyes didn't move from her face. "Psychotropic substance in the drinks." Then he kissed her. So much for talking themselves back to soberness.
It was a surprisingly sweet kiss considering how he'd been ordering them around so far. It quickly turned more heated, and Elizabeth felt one of his hands sliding down her body. Rodney did have very nice hands. That much she had noticed, although in an aesthetic sense. His fingers slipped inside of her, thumb rubbing gently against her clitoris and she gasped, moaning against his mouth. She wondered if she'd ever be able to look at his hands again without blushing.
All questions about what they were doing and why they were doing it disappeared. Rodney wouldn't stop kissing her, sucking and biting at her lips, tongue wrapping itself around hers with phenomenal dexterity. All the while his hand kept up a steady rhythm, thumb circling endlessly. She was getting lightheaded. She felt the orgasm building and she wanted it now, badly. Her hips pushed against his hand insistently, trying to get him to move faster.
The bastard slowed down.
Rodney finally pulled his mouth away from hers, breathing hard. He looked over at John, who was still standing where Rodney had told him to stay. Except John's hands were now locked behind his back and Elizabeth could see that his dick was completely hard. His eyes were so wide they looked almost black.
John's eyes met hers as she came again, gasping and thrashing and the fact that two pairs of eyes were watching her as she did only made her more wild. Rodney drew it out, talented fingers not stopping until she squeezed her thighs around him tightly, unable to take any more stimulation.
Rodney moved back onto his knees. Elizabeth wiped her sweaty face with one hand, and when she could see again, John was sucking on Rodney's fingers. Rodney smirked. "She does taste good, doesn't she?" An aftershock ran through her and she shivered.
"Now," Rodney said, with an appraising glance at John. "What to do with you?"
John reached over and touched the side of Rodney's neck. It was the first independent action she recalled him taking so far. Either they were sobering up or John had just hit his breaking point. She watched John lean over and kiss Rodney again. This time Rodney moaned a little, and John's mouth moved down his neck, biting gently.
Rodney's hands cupped John's ass. Well, what do you know, it was there. She stifled a laugh. Small, but well rounded and apparently a good size for Rodney to hold on to. The strong fingers that had just been driving her crazy fondled John's ass and he growled. Elizabeth felt her body stirring again.
Grabbing hold of John, Rodney pushed him. "Here, move." He positioned John on top of her, taking his place. Rodney moved behind John and put a warning hand on John's stomach. "Don't touch her. Not yet." John nodded over his shoulder and turned to her.
Between the drugged haze and the lust, John's expression clearly asked, "Have we lost our minds?"
She grinned at him in response. Clearly they had, and clearly they weren't entirely in control of themselves right now.
But watching John's eyes roll back in his head as Rodney got to work behind him, she decided that maybe it wasn't such a terrible thing.
John fell forward, holding himself above her with his arms. Rodney's fingers were busy with John's ass, and Rodney bent, biting at John's shoulder, one arm wrapped around John's waist. If she craned her neck she could watch as Rodney's hand closed over John's erection, which had gone down a bit. John started to move, slowly, pushing back into Rodney's one hand, and then moving forward into the other one. His body was radiating heat, and tantalizingly close to hers, but not touching her at all. Not yet.
Rodney was going to fuck John, while John fucked her.
Belatedly she realized Rodney had ordered John not to touch her, but not the other way around. Her hands reached out and touched the soft hair on John's chest. He jerked up, looking at her in surprise, but when no admonishment came from Rodney, he relaxed. Her fingers teased his nipples, lightly at first. He sighed happily. She pinched one nipple, tweaking it hard and his hips bucked. She drew her knees up higher, brushing the inside of her thigh against the outside of his, straining for him, and John whimpered. It was a fantastic sound. He had to be almost in overload by now. His dark eyes were staring at her face and she saw the raw need in him, knowing she looked the same.
John paused and she looked over him. Rodney had let go and was leaning over John's shoulder. He spoke one word, directly in John's ear, staring down at Elizabeth.
"Now."
A ragged, relieved moan and John sank down, pushing into her slowly but surely. He stopped when their bodies were flush against each other. He kissed her, for the first time since this lunacy had started. Her breasts rubbed against his hard chest, and they both gasped when her muscles twitched around his dick.
John groaned and Rodney was there, behind John, pushing his dick into John's ass. She had a brief moment of wondering what Rodney was using for lubricant.
The three of them were still for a minute, bodies getting used to each other, arms and legs finding suitable places to rest. Elizabeth felt the weight of both of them, although John was carefully keeping his arms propped up so as not to smother her.
She didn't feel smothered. She had never felt quite like this before, but then, she'd never done something this nuts before either.
Rodney moved, John moved, away and then back again, so slowly. She bit her lip, holding back the urge to shout at them to hurry up already. Gradually the three of them found a consistent rhythm, and Elizabeth began to roll her hips up to meet John, making him growl and kiss her again.
John's hips were angled perfectly, whether that was natural or because Rodney was behind him she had no idea and didn't really care. Her over-stimulated body began to tremble, and she was unable to control it. John made as if to slow down but she pushed her heel against the back of Rodney's thigh hard enough to bruise. Rodney kept moving and she thanked God silently.
One of her hands moved restlessly through John's hair as she began to shake harder, feeling the orgasm looming over her in an almost-frightening way. He reached up and took hold of her hand, pushing her arm into the bed. He intertwined their fingers, and pressed his face against her neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot under her ear, making her cry out.
Rodney found her other hand, resting against John's side. He squeezed it and Elizabeth looked over John's shoulder at him. Rodney's face was open, stunned, and he stared down in absolute awe.
For a moment she couldn't breathe, body caught on the top of the climax and unable to do anything but hang on. When the air rushed into her lungs, it rushed back out as a raw scream. Another ragged breath and she whimpered, writhing around underneath the weight of the two bodies on top of her, the overwhelming pleasure ebbing slowly through her.
Her eyes remained shut as John quickly lost control shortly after she did. He breathed against her neck, and she felt him coming inside of her. It seared through her consciousness that she would never be able to erase the memory of this moment, and she would never look at him the same again after this.
Rodney yelled as John came, and John and Elizabeth shuddered through aftershocks as Rodney let loose. Elizabeth watched through half-lidded eyes as Rodney pounded into John, his wondrous expression twisted into a rictus of pleasure as he came last.
The three of them were in a sweaty heap for a bit, until Elizabeth made a restless movement. She was starting to feel a lack of oxygen from the combined weight of two full-grown men. She was also beginning to think and thinking made her feel a strong desire to run for the door.
John shifted and spoke for the first time, "Rodney."
"Huh? Oh, right."
Rodney stretched out on the bed on her left, and John settled in on her right. Elizabeth realized as John pulled the blanket up over the three of them she wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. That was confirmed when Rodney pulled her closer, and John spooned up behind her.
She gave in, figuring it was too late to start resisting after all this. Both of them seemed to be coming back to themselves, the effects of whatever the drinks had been probably wearing off. The next morning was going to be awkward, but assuming they were sober by then, the three of them could agree to write it off to the intoxicant and move on. It would be the mature, rational thing to do.
And neither of them needed to know that she had only had one sip of her drink the whole night.
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Category: Threesomes and Moresomes > All Varieties
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Genres: PWP - Plot, What Plot?
Warnings: Adult themes
Series: None
Word count: 3093; Completed: Yes
Summary: "Alien drugs made them do it" PWP. Weir/Shep/McKay unrepentant smut.
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Elizabeth hadn't thought the drinks being pressed upon them by their new trading partners at the celebratory banquet, which her team had been consuming enthusiastically, had been very strong.
The visual her eyes were transmitting to her brain said otherwise.
She'd gone into the wrong room, that was obvious. This was not the room set aside for her and Teyla to share for the night. That was made very clear by the two men who were making out against the wall. Plus Teyla was nowhere in sight.
The alcohol must have been a hell of a lot stronger than she thought, because there was no other explanation for her finding John Sheppard shoved up against a wall with Rodney McKay's tongue down his throat.
And Rodney's hands were on John's ass. Or at least the area where she assumed John's ass was, since there was little evidence that he actually had one.
And she hadn't just thought that. And she needed to get out of here as quickly as possible before she started to laugh and gave herself away and embarrassed all of them.
She took a silent step back, but Rodney apparently heard her anyway. He pulled his mouth – but not his body – away from John's and looked directly at her. John turned in her direction and she saw an expression of confusion pass across his face, muted by the dazed look in his eyes.
Rodney, however, said calmly, "Elizabeth. Come here." He stared right at her, almost daring her to disobey.
A sharp, stunning throb of arousal went through her body at the invitation. This wasn't like the Rodney she knew. That Rodney, when he was on a power trip, talked a million miles a minute rather than his usual thousand and practically vibrated with energy. This man was different. Despite the deep breaths he was taking from the round of tonsil hockey with John, he didn't babble. She wasn't even sure he was blinking. He was utterly still, and it felt like the entire room was being drawn straight to him. Including herself.
For a moment she paused. She could picture herself shaking her head once, turning and walking away, leaving the two of them to do what they would. It was what she should do.
She walked over until she was standing next to them. Rodney physically turned John so he was facing Elizabeth. "Kiss her," Rodney told him, still in that level voice. "I want to watch."
That flash of anxiety crossed John's features again as he looked at her, but it melted away and he wrapped a hand around the back of her head and leaned in.
Her toes curled. John's mouth was warm and his lips softer than she would have expected, and his tongue apparently not entirely worn out by Rodney just yet as he teased her lips and her own tongue coyly. Her hands found the front of his chest, sliding up over the black t-shirt and wrapping around his shoulders so she could get closer. John's hands cupped her ass, and as he pulled her against him she felt something strange...
Rodney's hand. He was fondling John's crotch in between the two of them. She stared at Rodney, standing right next to them both. John moved on to kiss her neck, but Rodney looked at her.
"You didn't know about this, did you? Didn't know he wanted you like this?" Rodney pulled his hand away, drawing a frustrated moan and a glare from John. Rodney smirked and walked behind Elizabeth. His hands slid up her hips, lifting her shirt over her head. Then she felt his fingers working at the clasp of her bra and a blush stained her cheeks, although why it had waited until now was a mystery.
Rodney kept talking low in her ear. "You didn't know I wanted you like this either, I bet. He didn't know I wanted him." The timbre of his voice, the too-calm quality, made her shiver, as did the rush of cool air across her bare skin.
John's eyes flickered to Rodney's face and then drifted back down her naked upper body. Rodney's hands came around her, cupping her breasts and she arched into his touch involuntarily. She fought not to close her eyes, and she could see John's pupils get even larger as he watched her shiver under Rodney's fingers.
"So now she's here," Rodney spoke to John. "What are you waiting for?"
John licked his lips, meeting her eyes for a moment. Rodney wasn't wrong. John wanted her, and in contrast to the dark thrill of Rodney's commands, John's open lust warmed her from the inside out.
She hadn't known. Perhaps in the most general sense she knew John found her attractive, and that Rodney cared about her, but she wasn't exactly burdened with free time to wonder about "what might have beens" about her own subordinates, who both managed to drive her up the wall on a regular basis already.
John undid her belt buckle and tugged her trousers down, kneeling to remove her boots too. Casting them aside, he ran his palms up her thighs, and then pulled her panties off as well. She was completely naked between them, both men still fully clothed. As she realized what he intended to do, she began to move, starting to pull away, a last gasp of rationality trying to make this stop before it was too late. Rodney's arms gripped her like a vise and she was trapped against his body.
He was holding her for John. She could feel the hard bulge in the front of his pants, pressed against her ass.
When Elizabeth felt the soft kisses tracing up the inside of her thigh, she stopped struggling. Callused hands drew her thighs farther apart and fingers gently brushed against the curls of her hair, then pushed inside the folds. Her head fell back, landing right on Rodney's shoulder. John found his target immediately and she moaned.
When his hands cupped her, holding her open, and his tongue licked right across her clitoris, Elizabeth screamed.
She had no hope of thinking about anything clearly. She was dimly aware of Rodney's arms and the feeling of his breath against her neck, but her body and most of her brain were preoccupied with the delicious, almost-painful ache that kept rising without a pause from the hot mouth sucking at her most sensitive spot. John took her straight to the climax without pause, and she screamed again.
When she could open her eyes, John was standing in front of her, watching her with concern behind the drunken confusion on his face. Rodney's arms were the only thing keeping her upright. When John moved a little forward, towards her, Rodney reached out and fisted a hand in John's shirt. John's eyes moved from her to Rodney and she saw him smirk.
Rodney pulled him in and kissed him. She could see Rodney's tongue licking John's mouth. Licking the taste from *her* from John's mouth. Her body went even more limp and she gasped as she realized that despite the sharp orgasm she'd just had she was nowhere close to being satiated.
Once they had gotten her to the bed, Rodney began to strip off his clothes. John followed suit a moment later. Elizabeth watched, thinking distantly about the weird personality shift going on here. John was hesitant, and far more passive, than she would have thought of him being in this situation – had she thought about it for more than scattered random moments. It wasn't just that Rodney was in control (of both of them), it was that John seemed afraid to do anything without permission.
That was so not John Sheppard.
And Rodney, from what she knew of him, however bossy he might be in 99% of the situations they'd ever been in, had never struck her as terribly confident when dealing with romance and sex. Bragging aside, she knew how bad Rodney was at interpersonal communication. Though in her mind she could hear Rodney – the normal Rodney – pointing out that if the three of them were going to have sex, he was the best person to figure out the logistics.
"Stay here," Rodney said to John. "Don't move, don't touch yourself. Just watch."
John complied, standing next to the bed, arms hanging at his sides. Rodney climbed onto the bed, on top of her, and Elizabeth accepted the weight in between her legs instinctively. He looked at her for a moment, the intense concentration on his face thrilling and unsettling at the same time.
"Rodney," she managed to whisper. "What is going on here?"
His eyes didn't move from her face. "Psychotropic substance in the drinks." Then he kissed her. So much for talking themselves back to soberness.
It was a surprisingly sweet kiss considering how he'd been ordering them around so far. It quickly turned more heated, and Elizabeth felt one of his hands sliding down her body. Rodney did have very nice hands. That much she had noticed, although in an aesthetic sense. His fingers slipped inside of her, thumb rubbing gently against her clitoris and she gasped, moaning against his mouth. She wondered if she'd ever be able to look at his hands again without blushing.
All questions about what they were doing and why they were doing it disappeared. Rodney wouldn't stop kissing her, sucking and biting at her lips, tongue wrapping itself around hers with phenomenal dexterity. All the while his hand kept up a steady rhythm, thumb circling endlessly. She was getting lightheaded. She felt the orgasm building and she wanted it now, badly. Her hips pushed against his hand insistently, trying to get him to move faster.
The bastard slowed down.
Rodney finally pulled his mouth away from hers, breathing hard. He looked over at John, who was still standing where Rodney had told him to stay. Except John's hands were now locked behind his back and Elizabeth could see that his dick was completely hard. His eyes were so wide they looked almost black.
John's eyes met hers as she came again, gasping and thrashing and the fact that two pairs of eyes were watching her as she did only made her more wild. Rodney drew it out, talented fingers not stopping until she squeezed her thighs around him tightly, unable to take any more stimulation.
Rodney moved back onto his knees. Elizabeth wiped her sweaty face with one hand, and when she could see again, John was sucking on Rodney's fingers. Rodney smirked. "She does taste good, doesn't she?" An aftershock ran through her and she shivered.
"Now," Rodney said, with an appraising glance at John. "What to do with you?"
John reached over and touched the side of Rodney's neck. It was the first independent action she recalled him taking so far. Either they were sobering up or John had just hit his breaking point. She watched John lean over and kiss Rodney again. This time Rodney moaned a little, and John's mouth moved down his neck, biting gently.
Rodney's hands cupped John's ass. Well, what do you know, it was there. She stifled a laugh. Small, but well rounded and apparently a good size for Rodney to hold on to. The strong fingers that had just been driving her crazy fondled John's ass and he growled. Elizabeth felt her body stirring again.
Grabbing hold of John, Rodney pushed him. "Here, move." He positioned John on top of her, taking his place. Rodney moved behind John and put a warning hand on John's stomach. "Don't touch her. Not yet." John nodded over his shoulder and turned to her.
Between the drugged haze and the lust, John's expression clearly asked, "Have we lost our minds?"
She grinned at him in response. Clearly they had, and clearly they weren't entirely in control of themselves right now.
But watching John's eyes roll back in his head as Rodney got to work behind him, she decided that maybe it wasn't such a terrible thing.
John fell forward, holding himself above her with his arms. Rodney's fingers were busy with John's ass, and Rodney bent, biting at John's shoulder, one arm wrapped around John's waist. If she craned her neck she could watch as Rodney's hand closed over John's erection, which had gone down a bit. John started to move, slowly, pushing back into Rodney's one hand, and then moving forward into the other one. His body was radiating heat, and tantalizingly close to hers, but not touching her at all. Not yet.
Rodney was going to fuck John, while John fucked her.
Belatedly she realized Rodney had ordered John not to touch her, but not the other way around. Her hands reached out and touched the soft hair on John's chest. He jerked up, looking at her in surprise, but when no admonishment came from Rodney, he relaxed. Her fingers teased his nipples, lightly at first. He sighed happily. She pinched one nipple, tweaking it hard and his hips bucked. She drew her knees up higher, brushing the inside of her thigh against the outside of his, straining for him, and John whimpered. It was a fantastic sound. He had to be almost in overload by now. His dark eyes were staring at her face and she saw the raw need in him, knowing she looked the same.
John paused and she looked over him. Rodney had let go and was leaning over John's shoulder. He spoke one word, directly in John's ear, staring down at Elizabeth.
"Now."
A ragged, relieved moan and John sank down, pushing into her slowly but surely. He stopped when their bodies were flush against each other. He kissed her, for the first time since this lunacy had started. Her breasts rubbed against his hard chest, and they both gasped when her muscles twitched around his dick.
John groaned and Rodney was there, behind John, pushing his dick into John's ass. She had a brief moment of wondering what Rodney was using for lubricant.
The three of them were still for a minute, bodies getting used to each other, arms and legs finding suitable places to rest. Elizabeth felt the weight of both of them, although John was carefully keeping his arms propped up so as not to smother her.
She didn't feel smothered. She had never felt quite like this before, but then, she'd never done something this nuts before either.
Rodney moved, John moved, away and then back again, so slowly. She bit her lip, holding back the urge to shout at them to hurry up already. Gradually the three of them found a consistent rhythm, and Elizabeth began to roll her hips up to meet John, making him growl and kiss her again.
John's hips were angled perfectly, whether that was natural or because Rodney was behind him she had no idea and didn't really care. Her over-stimulated body began to tremble, and she was unable to control it. John made as if to slow down but she pushed her heel against the back of Rodney's thigh hard enough to bruise. Rodney kept moving and she thanked God silently.
One of her hands moved restlessly through John's hair as she began to shake harder, feeling the orgasm looming over her in an almost-frightening way. He reached up and took hold of her hand, pushing her arm into the bed. He intertwined their fingers, and pressed his face against her neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot under her ear, making her cry out.
Rodney found her other hand, resting against John's side. He squeezed it and Elizabeth looked over John's shoulder at him. Rodney's face was open, stunned, and he stared down in absolute awe.
For a moment she couldn't breathe, body caught on the top of the climax and unable to do anything but hang on. When the air rushed into her lungs, it rushed back out as a raw scream. Another ragged breath and she whimpered, writhing around underneath the weight of the two bodies on top of her, the overwhelming pleasure ebbing slowly through her.
Her eyes remained shut as John quickly lost control shortly after she did. He breathed against her neck, and she felt him coming inside of her. It seared through her consciousness that she would never be able to erase the memory of this moment, and she would never look at him the same again after this.
Rodney yelled as John came, and John and Elizabeth shuddered through aftershocks as Rodney let loose. Elizabeth watched through half-lidded eyes as Rodney pounded into John, his wondrous expression twisted into a rictus of pleasure as he came last.
The three of them were in a sweaty heap for a bit, until Elizabeth made a restless movement. She was starting to feel a lack of oxygen from the combined weight of two full-grown men. She was also beginning to think and thinking made her feel a strong desire to run for the door.
John shifted and spoke for the first time, "Rodney."
"Huh? Oh, right."
Rodney stretched out on the bed on her left, and John settled in on her right. Elizabeth realized as John pulled the blanket up over the three of them she wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. That was confirmed when Rodney pulled her closer, and John spooned up behind her.
She gave in, figuring it was too late to start resisting after all this. Both of them seemed to be coming back to themselves, the effects of whatever the drinks had been probably wearing off. The next morning was going to be awkward, but assuming they were sober by then, the three of them could agree to write it off to the intoxicant and move on. It would be the mature, rational thing to do.
And neither of them needed to know that she had only had one sip of her drink the whole night.