fic: no way in hell am i titling this
Cory/Naya/Dianna, NC-17, 3k words, In which Cory and Dianna come home to a half naked Naya and then they have sex.
Written as a series of ask replies late at night (without the excuse of alcohol) for zerodetorres who insists this is decent enough for public consumption. In other words...this is all her fault.
Insert normal rpf disclaimer here.
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Dianna comes in first, chatting to Cory about something and shrugging out of her jacket. She's got one arm out of it, the black coat hanging of the other arm when she spots Naya on the couch, her movement stopping abruptly. Cory almost runs into her, his hands grabbing her shoulders to keep them both upright.
"Di, what the-" His question cuts off as he follows Dianna's line of sight.
Naya smirks, but doesn't greet them, just casually flips through her magazine like it's normal for her to be lounging on the couch half naked.
"Naya's on the couch," Dianna tells Cory, her voice soft as she turns her head, but not her eyes.
"So you're seeing that too?"
Dianna nods, and Naya can just make out the way Cory's hands shift over Dianna's shoulders, clenching lightly against the fabric of her sweater. "I think so."
"She's not wearing pants," Cory whispers, his eyes wide as they blink, transfixed on Naya's form from his spot behind Dianna.
"I see that," Dianna replies, her gaze stuck in the same direction.
"Are you sure? Because this could easily be a dream."
"I don't think she's wearing a bra," Dianna adds, tilting her head and squinting her eyes as if trying to figure it out. Naya almost starts laughing at her, but she manages just to smile, sucking her lips into her mouth as she does it.
Cory runs his eyes over her chest. "Yeah, definitely could be a dream."
"Cory," Dianna says, leaning back against him, but keeping her eyes aimed at the couch. “Naya’s on the couch and she’s not wearing a bra or pants.”
"Why?"
Dianna shakes her head slowly, her eyes traveling from Naya's face down to her tank top clad chest and then over her bare legs. "I'm not sure, but I think I'm okay with it."
"I'm definitely okay with it," Cory says.
"I can hear both of you," Naya says finally, her tone dry. She arches an eyebrow at them, throwing her magazine on the floor. "Is there a reason you're having a pow wow about my clothing over there instead of like...joining me?"
“She’s talking,” Cory says, hunching down to speak the words closer to Dianna’s ear.
“Do you think she’s cold?” Dianna licks her lips a bit.
“She is thinking about putting clothes on if you both don’t stop acting like you’ve never seen me half naked before,” Naya tells them.
Cory’s eyes widen comically, like that’s the worst thing he’s heard of all day and he immediately steps around Dianna, his hands forward as if to physically stop her from putting clothes on. “I’ve seen you half naked before,” he announces.
Dianna laughs and steps towards her too, coming to stand next to Cory and wrap her arm through his. “Nay, baby...is there a reason we’re seeing you half naked now? Not that I’m complaining.”
Naya rolls her eyes, propping her elbow up on the back of the couch to rest her head in the palm of her hand. “You know, in my head there was a lot less talking at this point and a lot more like...getting down.”
Cory nudges his elbow into Dianna’s side. “I figured out why she’s not wearing pants,” he jokes, smiling crookedly. Dianna looks up at him, a wide grin on her face and suddenly they’re both laughing at each other like it’s the funniest joke ever told.
Sighing at them, she stands. “I swear, I have to do everything myself.”
Their laughter cuts off when she walks in front of them, hooking her fingers under the belt buckle on Cory’s pants to pull him closer, and gripping the front of Dianna’s sweater to tug her towards them as well. With one hand, she deftly pulls open Cory’s belt as she moves her other hand to wrap around Dianna’s neck, pulling her forward until their lips are pressed together.
Cory gasps softly, just loud enough for Naya to hear, and she can feel his stomach clench against her fingers where they’re undoing his pants. Dianna groans a little into their kiss, one hand moving to rest against Naya’s hip, sliding under the thin material of her tank top there.
She breaks out of the kiss, smirking at the way Dianna’s eyelids blink rapidly, her breathing a little more heavy than before. Cory’s pulling his shirt over his head, chucking it to the side before staring down at Naya through hooded eyes. The motion of Dianna’s fingers running softly over the skin under them is soothing, and all three of them seem to shift simultaneously towards each other.
Naya puts a hand on Cory’s chest to push him towards the couch, smirking when he falls back with the push easily and lies against the arm of the couch so he’s sprawled out across the cushions. “Finish taking your pants off,” she orders him, a finger pointed in his direction.
She turns back to Dianna to find hazel eyes locked on her chest and laughs a little as she grips the hem of Dianna’s sweater and tugs upward, the sound of Cory’s pants getting tossed aside pooling warmth between her legs. The skin of Dianna’s back is soft under her fingertips as her hands slide upwards to gently unclasp her bra, Dianna’s lips finding their way to Naya’s neck.
Glancing to the couch she smiles at Cory, watching him watch them, his hand gripping around his rapidly hardening dick, pumping lightly. He’s always liked to watch and Naya can’t deny that she’s always kind of gotten off on being watched.
She lets Dianna strip her tank top off, warm palms sliding up her abdomen, lips detaching from her neck only long enough to bring the fabric up over her head. Her fingers go to work on Dianna’s pants, finding the right buttons to undo and taking her time in pulling down the zipper. Dianna pulls her head away from Naya’s neck and hooks her thumbs in the black fabric of Naya’s panties, pushing them down a little and pressing their lips together in a hot kiss.
They maneuver around each other for a few seconds, neither of them wanting to stop kissing, but breaking apart long enough to pull fabric down their legs until they’re kicking their underwear off.
Cory’s heavy breathing reminds Naya that she’s neglecting one member of their party so she turns her head to look at him, her arms twining around Dianna’s neck and back arching when Dianna takes the opportunity to presses soft kisses against the skin of Naya’s collarbone.
She smirks at him, and he returns the expression, a light flush in his face. Her eyes flick down to where his hand is moving, and she licks her lips, her hands finding purchase in Dianna’s hair and a small noise escaping her when Dianna’s mouth finds its way to her breast.
Cory’s grin widens and Naya finds herself completely intoxicated with the feeling of his eyes on her coupled with Dianna’s mouth pressed against her skin. She pulls Dianna’s head away from her chest and brings their mouths together quickly before pulling them both to the couch. Throwing her leg across Cory’s hips, she smacks his hand away from his dick and replaces it with her own, loving the way his eyes roll up and his head snaps backward almost immediately.
She feels Dianna come up behind her, straddling Cory’s thighs and bringing her chest up against Naya’s back, her chin resting on Naya’s shoulder as they both watch Cory’s chest heave with every pump of Naya’s hand.
Dianna’s hand snakes across Naya’s abdomen, her palm sliding slowly over the muscles there and heading downward, lips pressing soft kisses against Naya’s skin, trailing up her neck. Dianna’s other hand slides upward, cups Naya’s breast and rolls a nipple between nimble fingers.
Naya has to put her free hand against Cory’s chest just to keep upright when Dianna’s fingers skirt further downward, running through slick flesh and flicking against her clit, she gasps a little as she falls forward and Cory’s eyes snap to hers before moving downward to watch the movements of Dianna’s hand.
Cory hisses a little when Naya’s nails press into the skin of his chest, but it can’t be helped. Dianna’s fingers are playing with her clit, rubbing quick circles over it with perfect pressure. It takes effort to keep her hand moving over Cory’s cock, but she manages, pumping up and down slowly, thumb running lightly over the head.
Dianna’s fingers slide down, toy with her entrance and Naya tries to push her hips down, seeking better friction, but Dianna moves with her, keeping her touch light.
“Tease,” Naya accuses in an amused whisper.
Cory laughs, and she can feel Dianna smile against the nape of her neck. Naya rolls her eyes because they’re both assholes. Cory’s looking over her shoulder and she doesn’t have to see Dianna’s face to know they’re grinning at each other.
“I hate both of you,” she adds.
Dianna hums a little, the feeling vibrating against Naya’s skin before her fingers are pressing just where Naya wants them. “I somehow don’t believe that’s true,” Dianna says softly as Naya gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as Dianna pumps her fingers in and out of her.
Cory’s hips cant upward into Naya’s hand, her own knuckles bumping against Dianna’s. “I’m with Di on this one. Sorry babe,” he says as he rolls his hips again. “Not really feeling the hate.”
“Shut up,” she laughs.
Cory sits up, his long arms reaching forward to grab Dianna’s hips and puts his lips against Naya’s laughing when she stubbornly refuses to kiss back. He pulls away and shrugs, moving to the side to where Dianna’s chin is propped up against Naya’s shoulder, her fingers still playing softly between Naya’s legs, and moves forward to start kissing Dianna instead.
Naya shifts to the side just enough to turn her head and watch them, swallowing thickly. Her hand is still wrapped around Cory’s dick, and she tightens her grip a little as she watches them make out.
With her mouth occupied, Dianna’s hand is still between Naya’s legs, Cory’s hand gripping in Dianna’s hair to keep them pressed together.
“Guys,” Naya whines because this was her idea in the first place and no way is she getting left out.
They both laugh as the break apart, but Dianna’s pulling her fingers away from Naya and that’s like so not what she was going for here.
She turns her head to watch Dianna stand up, her lower lip jutting out a little, but Cory’s arm is wrapping around her waist, and his lips are pressing against the stretched muscle of her neck as he moves forward, shifting to lay her out against the couch.
Dianna’s walking away from them and Naya’s watching her with a distressed expression but before she can call out to her, Cory’s hand is between them, and his fingers are suddenly pressing inside her, curling in just the right place. He sits up a little, spreading her legs with his hips as he looks down at her, his fingers going to work between her legs.
She pushes against his hand, and bites her lips, pleasure shooting up through her whole body. She’s so lost in it that she barely notices Dianna’s return until she’s blocking Naya’s view of Cory, straddling Naya’s hips to face him.
It’s a strange feeling to suddenly not be able to see what’s going on, but Naya would never complain about this view. Her hands run down Dianna’s back, hips moving with Cory’s fingers and she scratches Dianna’s skin a little when the other girl’s fingers join Cory’s to rub circles over Naya’s clit.
A soft tearing sound reaches Naya’s ears and it’s not until a gold wrapper is being dropped beside the couch that Naya realizes what Dianna walked off for. She can’t see anything, but she can feel the motion of Dianna’s hands as she rolls a condom over Cory’s dick and she waits till it stops to grab Dianna’s hips, tugging towards her head.
Dianna looks over her shoulder at Naya coyly, resisting the pull. Her arms twine around Cory’s neck as he starts to press kisses across Dianna’s chest, and Naya can feel the soft pressure of Cory’s cock between her legs, teasing at her clit.
“Diiiii,” Naya draws out, tugging at her hips again. “Baby.”
“Yes, dear?”
Rolling her eyes, she laughs a little, the sound turning into a gasp when Cory presses a little harder forward, the tip of his dick sliding into her.
“Sit on my face,” Naya manages to gasp out, her fingers tightening against Dianna’s hips as Cory pushes slowly inside. The stretch burns a little, but only for a few seconds until it’s just the right amount of pressure and Naya’s groaning at the feeling.
Dianna shifts backwards until she’s perched over Naya’s face, and Cory shifts forward with her, groaning as he slides all the way inside Naya. Hands still on Dianna’s hips, Naya lifts her chin up until her tongue is running the length of Dianna, dipping inside her and then out again to tease at her clit.
Cory’s hands push into the cushions beside Naya’s hips as he starts to pump in and out of her, his panted breath muffled against what Naya assumes to be Dianna’s mouth.
It’s hot and perfect in all the ways that Naya loves. Cory moves with familiarity and Naya focuses to keep her mouth moving against Dianna, her stomach tightening at the encouraging sounds coming from both of them. She doesn’t want it to end any time soon, but Dianna’s fingers are suddenly between her legs again, moving in quick sharp circles over her clit and she’s embarrassingly close to the edge.
No way out of the three of them is she going to the be the first one to come.
So she maneuvers her arm around Dianna’s thighs until her fingers can join her tongue, teasing lightly against her entrance while her mouth sucks on the bundle of nerves above it. She smiles when Dianna bucks down, her chest dropping forwards towards Cory as her thighs start to shake. She presses a finger inside just a little and curls it, flicking hard against the spot inside Dianna that never fails to pull a long shuddering moan out of her.
It doesn’t take long after that. Dianna’s fingers still against Naya’s clit as her whole body tightens up, Naya sucking harder with her tongue and never letting up with her finger. Her free hand holds Dianna’s body down as she jerks sharply, every muscles tensing quickly until it’s releasing, Dianna groaning loudly as she comes.
Cory’s thrusting is quickening, his mouth running over Dianna’s neck, across her shoulder, collarbone, as she slowly collects her breath, still shaking against Naya’s lips.
Naya runs her palms up and down Dianna’s thighs soothingly, her legs pulling up and hooking around Cory’s hips tighter to bring him in deeper. He groans as he falls forward and Dianna wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers running through his hair as she shifts more forward on Naya’s body to settle her hips closer to Cory’s.
He moves one of his hands to take over Dianna’s earlier motions, his thumb flicking up and down over Naya’s clit as he thrusts harder into her. Her head arches sharply backwards, eyes snapping closed, and nails biting into the soft skin of Dianna’s ass as pleasure spikes through her gut.
Dianna shifts suddenly, turning around to face Naya, but still straddling her hips. Naya opens her eyes to see Dianna leaning down, hovering over her face, ass pressing against Cory’s stomach.
“You close?” Dianna whispers, and there’s something about Dianna’s voice post orgasm that never fails to hit Naya low in her gut.
Naya nods rapidly, unable to speak as Cory’s hips snap quickly into her own, both her and Dianna moving with the thrusts.
Dianna strokes sweaty hair off Naya’s head and presses their mouths together, biting at her lower lip before releasing it, soothing it with her tongue and then sitting back up. Naya watches her reach back and wrap a hand around Cory’s neck, his mouth skating across her shoulder, and her chest stretching attractively.
Naya gulps, runs her fingers up Dianna’s abs and feels her orgasm build quickly between her legs.
“Shit,” Cory’s hissing into Dianna’s neck, his hands sliding up over her chest to cup her breasts.
Dianna locks eyes with Naya, her cheeks flushed, lip tucked beneath her teeth. Cory suddenly pushes away from Dianna, his hips moving quicker and quicker as he presses her back down into Naya’s body, a low moan building in the back of his throat.
Her own orgasm is chasing her, and all it takes is Dianna’s lips against that spot on her neck, the one right below her ear for her stomach to tighten sharply, her thighs clenching around Cory’s hips as all the tension in her body comes to a head, releasing with wave after wave of pleasure.
Cory comes with a loud cry, collapsing forward against Dianna’s back, as Naya keeps shaking around him. Dianna places light soft kisses against her neck as both Naya and Cory steadily catch their breath.
“Get off me, you oafs, I can’t breathe,” Naya says after a few seconds. She pushes at Cory’s shoulders once and then Dianna’s.
Cory laughs, but sits up, pulling out of her slowly, and quickly ridding himself of the condom. Dianna laughs too when Naya’s whole body jerks with the motion, but sits up and stands, rolling her head around her shoulders and running an affectionate hand over Cory’s head.
“Someone make me a sandwich,” Naya yawns, flopping on her stomach and stretching her body out, sated. “Or an enchilada. Or a pizza.”
Dianna swats her on the ass, but Cory stands and digs in his pants for his cell phone. “We can order Chinese.”
“Fucking love you,” she mumbles, closing her eyes.
Dianna hits her again, but she’s laughing.
“Fucking love you too,” she adds, not needing to open her eyes to know they’re both smiling.
Written as a series of ask replies late at night (without the excuse of alcohol) for zerodetorres who insists this is decent enough for public consumption. In other words...this is all her fault.
Insert normal rpf disclaimer here.
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Dianna comes in first, chatting to Cory about something and shrugging out of her jacket. She's got one arm out of it, the black coat hanging of the other arm when she spots Naya on the couch, her movement stopping abruptly. Cory almost runs into her, his hands grabbing her shoulders to keep them both upright.
"Di, what the-" His question cuts off as he follows Dianna's line of sight.
Naya smirks, but doesn't greet them, just casually flips through her magazine like it's normal for her to be lounging on the couch half naked.
"Naya's on the couch," Dianna tells Cory, her voice soft as she turns her head, but not her eyes.
"So you're seeing that too?"
Dianna nods, and Naya can just make out the way Cory's hands shift over Dianna's shoulders, clenching lightly against the fabric of her sweater. "I think so."
"She's not wearing pants," Cory whispers, his eyes wide as they blink, transfixed on Naya's form from his spot behind Dianna.
"I see that," Dianna replies, her gaze stuck in the same direction.
"Are you sure? Because this could easily be a dream."
"I don't think she's wearing a bra," Dianna adds, tilting her head and squinting her eyes as if trying to figure it out. Naya almost starts laughing at her, but she manages just to smile, sucking her lips into her mouth as she does it.
Cory runs his eyes over her chest. "Yeah, definitely could be a dream."
"Cory," Dianna says, leaning back against him, but keeping her eyes aimed at the couch. “Naya’s on the couch and she’s not wearing a bra or pants.”
"Why?"
Dianna shakes her head slowly, her eyes traveling from Naya's face down to her tank top clad chest and then over her bare legs. "I'm not sure, but I think I'm okay with it."
"I'm definitely okay with it," Cory says.
"I can hear both of you," Naya says finally, her tone dry. She arches an eyebrow at them, throwing her magazine on the floor. "Is there a reason you're having a pow wow about my clothing over there instead of like...joining me?"
“She’s talking,” Cory says, hunching down to speak the words closer to Dianna’s ear.
“Do you think she’s cold?” Dianna licks her lips a bit.
“She is thinking about putting clothes on if you both don’t stop acting like you’ve never seen me half naked before,” Naya tells them.
Cory’s eyes widen comically, like that’s the worst thing he’s heard of all day and he immediately steps around Dianna, his hands forward as if to physically stop her from putting clothes on. “I’ve seen you half naked before,” he announces.
Dianna laughs and steps towards her too, coming to stand next to Cory and wrap her arm through his. “Nay, baby...is there a reason we’re seeing you half naked now? Not that I’m complaining.”
Naya rolls her eyes, propping her elbow up on the back of the couch to rest her head in the palm of her hand. “You know, in my head there was a lot less talking at this point and a lot more like...getting down.”
Cory nudges his elbow into Dianna’s side. “I figured out why she’s not wearing pants,” he jokes, smiling crookedly. Dianna looks up at him, a wide grin on her face and suddenly they’re both laughing at each other like it’s the funniest joke ever told.
Sighing at them, she stands. “I swear, I have to do everything myself.”
Their laughter cuts off when she walks in front of them, hooking her fingers under the belt buckle on Cory’s pants to pull him closer, and gripping the front of Dianna’s sweater to tug her towards them as well. With one hand, she deftly pulls open Cory’s belt as she moves her other hand to wrap around Dianna’s neck, pulling her forward until their lips are pressed together.
Cory gasps softly, just loud enough for Naya to hear, and she can feel his stomach clench against her fingers where they’re undoing his pants. Dianna groans a little into their kiss, one hand moving to rest against Naya’s hip, sliding under the thin material of her tank top there.
She breaks out of the kiss, smirking at the way Dianna’s eyelids blink rapidly, her breathing a little more heavy than before. Cory’s pulling his shirt over his head, chucking it to the side before staring down at Naya through hooded eyes. The motion of Dianna’s fingers running softly over the skin under them is soothing, and all three of them seem to shift simultaneously towards each other.
Naya puts a hand on Cory’s chest to push him towards the couch, smirking when he falls back with the push easily and lies against the arm of the couch so he’s sprawled out across the cushions. “Finish taking your pants off,” she orders him, a finger pointed in his direction.
She turns back to Dianna to find hazel eyes locked on her chest and laughs a little as she grips the hem of Dianna’s sweater and tugs upward, the sound of Cory’s pants getting tossed aside pooling warmth between her legs. The skin of Dianna’s back is soft under her fingertips as her hands slide upwards to gently unclasp her bra, Dianna’s lips finding their way to Naya’s neck.
Glancing to the couch she smiles at Cory, watching him watch them, his hand gripping around his rapidly hardening dick, pumping lightly. He’s always liked to watch and Naya can’t deny that she’s always kind of gotten off on being watched.
She lets Dianna strip her tank top off, warm palms sliding up her abdomen, lips detaching from her neck only long enough to bring the fabric up over her head. Her fingers go to work on Dianna’s pants, finding the right buttons to undo and taking her time in pulling down the zipper. Dianna pulls her head away from Naya’s neck and hooks her thumbs in the black fabric of Naya’s panties, pushing them down a little and pressing their lips together in a hot kiss.
They maneuver around each other for a few seconds, neither of them wanting to stop kissing, but breaking apart long enough to pull fabric down their legs until they’re kicking their underwear off.
Cory’s heavy breathing reminds Naya that she’s neglecting one member of their party so she turns her head to look at him, her arms twining around Dianna’s neck and back arching when Dianna takes the opportunity to presses soft kisses against the skin of Naya’s collarbone.
She smirks at him, and he returns the expression, a light flush in his face. Her eyes flick down to where his hand is moving, and she licks her lips, her hands finding purchase in Dianna’s hair and a small noise escaping her when Dianna’s mouth finds its way to her breast.
Cory’s grin widens and Naya finds herself completely intoxicated with the feeling of his eyes on her coupled with Dianna’s mouth pressed against her skin. She pulls Dianna’s head away from her chest and brings their mouths together quickly before pulling them both to the couch. Throwing her leg across Cory’s hips, she smacks his hand away from his dick and replaces it with her own, loving the way his eyes roll up and his head snaps backward almost immediately.
She feels Dianna come up behind her, straddling Cory’s thighs and bringing her chest up against Naya’s back, her chin resting on Naya’s shoulder as they both watch Cory’s chest heave with every pump of Naya’s hand.
Dianna’s hand snakes across Naya’s abdomen, her palm sliding slowly over the muscles there and heading downward, lips pressing soft kisses against Naya’s skin, trailing up her neck. Dianna’s other hand slides upward, cups Naya’s breast and rolls a nipple between nimble fingers.
Naya has to put her free hand against Cory’s chest just to keep upright when Dianna’s fingers skirt further downward, running through slick flesh and flicking against her clit, she gasps a little as she falls forward and Cory’s eyes snap to hers before moving downward to watch the movements of Dianna’s hand.
Cory hisses a little when Naya’s nails press into the skin of his chest, but it can’t be helped. Dianna’s fingers are playing with her clit, rubbing quick circles over it with perfect pressure. It takes effort to keep her hand moving over Cory’s cock, but she manages, pumping up and down slowly, thumb running lightly over the head.
Dianna’s fingers slide down, toy with her entrance and Naya tries to push her hips down, seeking better friction, but Dianna moves with her, keeping her touch light.
“Tease,” Naya accuses in an amused whisper.
Cory laughs, and she can feel Dianna smile against the nape of her neck. Naya rolls her eyes because they’re both assholes. Cory’s looking over her shoulder and she doesn’t have to see Dianna’s face to know they’re grinning at each other.
“I hate both of you,” she adds.
Dianna hums a little, the feeling vibrating against Naya’s skin before her fingers are pressing just where Naya wants them. “I somehow don’t believe that’s true,” Dianna says softly as Naya gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as Dianna pumps her fingers in and out of her.
Cory’s hips cant upward into Naya’s hand, her own knuckles bumping against Dianna’s. “I’m with Di on this one. Sorry babe,” he says as he rolls his hips again. “Not really feeling the hate.”
“Shut up,” she laughs.
Cory sits up, his long arms reaching forward to grab Dianna’s hips and puts his lips against Naya’s laughing when she stubbornly refuses to kiss back. He pulls away and shrugs, moving to the side to where Dianna’s chin is propped up against Naya’s shoulder, her fingers still playing softly between Naya’s legs, and moves forward to start kissing Dianna instead.
Naya shifts to the side just enough to turn her head and watch them, swallowing thickly. Her hand is still wrapped around Cory’s dick, and she tightens her grip a little as she watches them make out.
With her mouth occupied, Dianna’s hand is still between Naya’s legs, Cory’s hand gripping in Dianna’s hair to keep them pressed together.
“Guys,” Naya whines because this was her idea in the first place and no way is she getting left out.
They both laugh as the break apart, but Dianna’s pulling her fingers away from Naya and that’s like so not what she was going for here.
She turns her head to watch Dianna stand up, her lower lip jutting out a little, but Cory’s arm is wrapping around her waist, and his lips are pressing against the stretched muscle of her neck as he moves forward, shifting to lay her out against the couch.
Dianna’s walking away from them and Naya’s watching her with a distressed expression but before she can call out to her, Cory’s hand is between them, and his fingers are suddenly pressing inside her, curling in just the right place. He sits up a little, spreading her legs with his hips as he looks down at her, his fingers going to work between her legs.
She pushes against his hand, and bites her lips, pleasure shooting up through her whole body. She’s so lost in it that she barely notices Dianna’s return until she’s blocking Naya’s view of Cory, straddling Naya’s hips to face him.
It’s a strange feeling to suddenly not be able to see what’s going on, but Naya would never complain about this view. Her hands run down Dianna’s back, hips moving with Cory’s fingers and she scratches Dianna’s skin a little when the other girl’s fingers join Cory’s to rub circles over Naya’s clit.
A soft tearing sound reaches Naya’s ears and it’s not until a gold wrapper is being dropped beside the couch that Naya realizes what Dianna walked off for. She can’t see anything, but she can feel the motion of Dianna’s hands as she rolls a condom over Cory’s dick and she waits till it stops to grab Dianna’s hips, tugging towards her head.
Dianna looks over her shoulder at Naya coyly, resisting the pull. Her arms twine around Cory’s neck as he starts to press kisses across Dianna’s chest, and Naya can feel the soft pressure of Cory’s cock between her legs, teasing at her clit.
“Diiiii,” Naya draws out, tugging at her hips again. “Baby.”
“Yes, dear?”
Rolling her eyes, she laughs a little, the sound turning into a gasp when Cory presses a little harder forward, the tip of his dick sliding into her.
“Sit on my face,” Naya manages to gasp out, her fingers tightening against Dianna’s hips as Cory pushes slowly inside. The stretch burns a little, but only for a few seconds until it’s just the right amount of pressure and Naya’s groaning at the feeling.
Dianna shifts backwards until she’s perched over Naya’s face, and Cory shifts forward with her, groaning as he slides all the way inside Naya. Hands still on Dianna’s hips, Naya lifts her chin up until her tongue is running the length of Dianna, dipping inside her and then out again to tease at her clit.
Cory’s hands push into the cushions beside Naya’s hips as he starts to pump in and out of her, his panted breath muffled against what Naya assumes to be Dianna’s mouth.
It’s hot and perfect in all the ways that Naya loves. Cory moves with familiarity and Naya focuses to keep her mouth moving against Dianna, her stomach tightening at the encouraging sounds coming from both of them. She doesn’t want it to end any time soon, but Dianna’s fingers are suddenly between her legs again, moving in quick sharp circles over her clit and she’s embarrassingly close to the edge.
No way out of the three of them is she going to the be the first one to come.
So she maneuvers her arm around Dianna’s thighs until her fingers can join her tongue, teasing lightly against her entrance while her mouth sucks on the bundle of nerves above it. She smiles when Dianna bucks down, her chest dropping forwards towards Cory as her thighs start to shake. She presses a finger inside just a little and curls it, flicking hard against the spot inside Dianna that never fails to pull a long shuddering moan out of her.
It doesn’t take long after that. Dianna’s fingers still against Naya’s clit as her whole body tightens up, Naya sucking harder with her tongue and never letting up with her finger. Her free hand holds Dianna’s body down as she jerks sharply, every muscles tensing quickly until it’s releasing, Dianna groaning loudly as she comes.
Cory’s thrusting is quickening, his mouth running over Dianna’s neck, across her shoulder, collarbone, as she slowly collects her breath, still shaking against Naya’s lips.
Naya runs her palms up and down Dianna’s thighs soothingly, her legs pulling up and hooking around Cory’s hips tighter to bring him in deeper. He groans as he falls forward and Dianna wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers running through his hair as she shifts more forward on Naya’s body to settle her hips closer to Cory’s.
He moves one of his hands to take over Dianna’s earlier motions, his thumb flicking up and down over Naya’s clit as he thrusts harder into her. Her head arches sharply backwards, eyes snapping closed, and nails biting into the soft skin of Dianna’s ass as pleasure spikes through her gut.
Dianna shifts suddenly, turning around to face Naya, but still straddling her hips. Naya opens her eyes to see Dianna leaning down, hovering over her face, ass pressing against Cory’s stomach.
“You close?” Dianna whispers, and there’s something about Dianna’s voice post orgasm that never fails to hit Naya low in her gut.
Naya nods rapidly, unable to speak as Cory’s hips snap quickly into her own, both her and Dianna moving with the thrusts.
Dianna strokes sweaty hair off Naya’s head and presses their mouths together, biting at her lower lip before releasing it, soothing it with her tongue and then sitting back up. Naya watches her reach back and wrap a hand around Cory’s neck, his mouth skating across her shoulder, and her chest stretching attractively.
Naya gulps, runs her fingers up Dianna’s abs and feels her orgasm build quickly between her legs.
“Shit,” Cory’s hissing into Dianna’s neck, his hands sliding up over her chest to cup her breasts.
Dianna locks eyes with Naya, her cheeks flushed, lip tucked beneath her teeth. Cory suddenly pushes away from Dianna, his hips moving quicker and quicker as he presses her back down into Naya’s body, a low moan building in the back of his throat.
Her own orgasm is chasing her, and all it takes is Dianna’s lips against that spot on her neck, the one right below her ear for her stomach to tighten sharply, her thighs clenching around Cory’s hips as all the tension in her body comes to a head, releasing with wave after wave of pleasure.
Cory comes with a loud cry, collapsing forward against Dianna’s back, as Naya keeps shaking around him. Dianna places light soft kisses against her neck as both Naya and Cory steadily catch their breath.
“Get off me, you oafs, I can’t breathe,” Naya says after a few seconds. She pushes at Cory’s shoulders once and then Dianna’s.
Cory laughs, but sits up, pulling out of her slowly, and quickly ridding himself of the condom. Dianna laughs too when Naya’s whole body jerks with the motion, but sits up and stands, rolling her head around her shoulders and running an affectionate hand over Cory’s head.
“Someone make me a sandwich,” Naya yawns, flopping on her stomach and stretching her body out, sated. “Or an enchilada. Or a pizza.”
Dianna swats her on the ass, but Cory stands and digs in his pants for his cell phone. “We can order Chinese.”
“Fucking love you,” she mumbles, closing her eyes.
Dianna hits her again, but she’s laughing.
“Fucking love you too,” she adds, not needing to open her eyes to know they’re both smiling.