The Strangest Thing (Jack/Liz/Carol)
Title: The Strangest Thing
For: The Alphabet Meme
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz/Carol
Prompt: J is for Just Once. (For mindymakru.)
Word Count: 3,389
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This may be the weirdest thing I've ever written. You can decide if that's true!
Summary: "I'm never doing this again," Liz says.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
"I'm never doing this again," Liz says, a man on either side of her. One of them is the hairiest guy she's ever seen, the other frequently waxes, and that is super weird. Wait. That's not the weird part. It's that there's two men in her bed. What the hell. (But, while she's comparing, there are a bunch of differences between Carol and Jack, all of which boil down to one of them being perfect and the other being less so. Well. Jack's bigger than Carol in every way, not just in an I enjoy food way. If you catch the meaning. But she's happy with Carol's penis, so his is still better. Okay. Great.) "This is the only time."
Jack lets out a breath. "Yes, Lemon, you certainly needed to reiterate that, as being involved in a devil's three-way with an employee and her boyfriend is an experience I'm dying to repeat."
"I'm talking to *Carol*. I'm talking to my boyfriend. He's the one who's into this." She looks over at him. "This... I definitely can't do this again. I can only handle one penis at a time."
Carol looks at her *very* seriously. "You didn't handle more than one penis at a time."
"Well," Liz mutters. "I think I can only handle one a night, then." She pauses. "Are you still mad about that? Before."
(Earlier in the evening, when Jack was doing her from behind on the couch, Carol stood in front of her, all... ready, and she said, "Hey, get that thing out of my face."
Jack stopped moving and began to laugh hysterically.)
"Yeah, Liz, I think I'm kinda mad."
"In her defense," Jack says, "all she knew was that you wanted to watch her get fucked--"
"The sexual way is the worst way for the word 'fuck' to be used, I think," Liz interjects.
"Would you *let* me defend you?"
"I guess."
"All she knew was that you wished to watch her have sex with another man. She wasn't prepared for you to want her to suck--"
"Come on!"
"Pleasure you while she was engaged in the act you requested." Jack pauses. "Just as I wasn't prepared for you to put your hand on my ass."
Carol shakes his head. "It was an accident! How many times do I have to say it?"
Liz crosses her arms over her breasts; she has long exceeded the amount of time she allows her boobs to be seen in one night. "Are the two of you not friends anymore?"
(She doesn't know what she thinks about their friendship. On one hand, Jack isn't hogging him the way he hogged Floyd. On the other, Jack and Carol have the sort of friendship where they talk about their sexual fantasies and/or kinks. Which led to this, to Jack bringing up a kink of Carol's during a night of drinking, to her realizing crap, Carol isn't perfect because, yikes, a guy with *any* kinks doesn't equal perfection (she's loosened up a bit since she started to see Carol, but not enough to like stuff that could be described as 'kinky'), let alone one involving her doing it with somebody else while he watches, to damn it, I can't reject another guy, especially when he's almost perfect. To her going, "Okay. If that... if that's something you're really into." From the corner of her eye, she noticed Jack staring at her and wished he wasn't witness to this conversation (wished he hadn't been the one to bring the subject up), even though she figured he'd probably hear about it eventually, either from Carol (casually) or herself (in a mad rush of anxiety). "I will... let you watch that happen. As long as he isn't some dude who lasts all night. And if you want in afterwards, I'm gonna need some downtime because I am not used to serving more than one customer in a night. And I'm only doing it once, and then you can live off the memories."
Carol said, "So. How about now?"
"'How about now' what?"
"How about we do it now?"
"I don't... I have *no* idea who to call for this favor."
"Jack's right here."
She looked at Jack, who didn't seem surprised. Who must have already *agreed.* "To have sex... Uh. Wow. No. That... that can not happen. You... No."
Carol gestured at her, himself, then Jack. "We're all friends--"
"No."
"--so it wouldn't have to get weird--"
"Why would the friend thing make you think it *won't* get weird?"
"Because," Jack said, "you and I have been friends for a long time without any sort of romantic entanglement or threat of it, and I highly doubt that an evening of meaningless sex would *change* our feelings about each other. And Carol can trust that I'm honest with him when I say I have no ulterior motives when I agree to pleasure you in front of him."
Liz shook her head. "You're both crazy." She downed the rest of her wine. Looked over at her boyfriend. "Why would you want to watch *Jack* boff me? Why would you want to watch any dude boff me?"
Carol tilted his head. "Do you really want to know why it turns me on?"
"Yes? No. You're going to describe what you like about it pretty explicitly, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Then no." She paused. "You seriously want to watch me have sex with another guy?"
He nodded.
"And you want that person to be *Jack*?"
"It doesn't need to be."
"Many have been proud to include me in their sexual experimentation," Jack interjected.
"Proud?" Liz scoffed. "What, do you give them a plaque? A certificate of completion?"
"The experience is enough of a reward."
She rolled her eyes.
"If you don't want to," Carol began, "you don't have to. Or we could get someone else."
"No," Liz said. "Weirdly, Jack is probably the best choice. If I'm going to do this." She turned to Jack; realized she must really be in love with Carol if she was going to do this for him. "Okay. Come over here and do me. I want to get it over with."
"If you continue talking like that, I'm certain I'll be aroused in no time."
"Shut up."
He loosened the knot in his tie. "That's better."
He joined her on the couch while Carol moved to a chair. Then she was making out with Jack, which was surprisingly easy. Maybe because she was kind of drunk, maybe because, even if Jack wasn't a guy she truly wanted to make out with, he's a guy who's pretty awesome at kissing.
And other things. Like... she enjoyed having sex with him.
Which he probably figured, since shortly after he was inside her for the first time, he whispered into her ear, "You should be grateful."
Well, he *could* have been picking up on how she was reacting to him moving in and out of her, or he could have been patting himself on the back for helping to keep her relationship going by participating in her boyfriend's fantasy. Or he might consider putting his penis inside a woman an act of philanthropy and, every time he's doing some lady, he thinks, "Her life will be better from now on.")
"I believe our friendship can survive this," Jack asserts.
"Yeah," Carol agrees. "We're good."
"Lemon, straddle my mouth."
Liz doesn't respond right away. "So, even considering everything that's happened tonight--"
(The kissing, the fondling, Jack's hand working between her legs, him boffing her as she held onto the armrest of the couch, them moving to the bed, the orgasms she had in the midst of all this, not to mention the sex she had with Carol while Jack was in the room.)
"--I totally didn't expect that to be the next thing out of your mouth. Which you apparently want me to straddle? That's not what you mean, right? Are you giving me some weird threesome code for 'Get me a glass of water'? If so, get it yourself."
"I have no idea what you're talking about--"
"Yeah, neither do I."
"--and I meant what I said. Straddle my mouth."
"Um. You want this to happen why?"
"While you were pleasuring Carol--"
(Briefly, and somewhat out of guilt. Because she knew having his penis shooed away probably didn't make him feel great.)
"--our eyes briefly met. I need to counteract the possible gayness of said moment by engaging in something that's undeniably heterosexual."
"Brief eye contact needs to be evened out? What about the ass touching?"
Carol throws his hands up. "Come on--"
"I'm kidding!" Liz says. "Kidding."
"Lemon, are you going to straddle my mouth or not?"
"If you want it, why don't you get down there yourself?"
He exhales. "I don't feel like moving."
"Dude, you are old," Liz and Carol say simultaneously. Then: "Jinx!" And: "Double Jinx!" Finally: "Damn it!"
"One," Jack says, "I'd prefer you not behave like children while all of us are naked. Two: you, Lemon, shouldn't criticize another's desire to not exert oneself during sex, especially when I have certainly been active during the sex we've had this evening." He begins to slide down the bed. "Three: you, Lemon, certainly have no place to refer to anyone else as old."
"Why am I getting singled out twice? Carol is my age. If I'm old--"
Jack lifts her leg up and slides underneath it, and then his head is between her thighs. His breath falls against her flesh, and she feels her body tense. Feels herself tense again, then relax, as Jack parts the folds of her sex and starts to lick her. She closes her eyes (she's never liked to watch a guy go to town on her, not even Carol) and parts her legs further. She feels Jack's hands on her, one on her thigh and one on her hip, trying to hold her in place as she squirms.
Carol kisses her shoulder. "Uncross your arms."
When she doesn't comply right away, he gently pulls her arms apart and cups her breast. Kisses her neck again and again as Jack's tongue continues to move over her. He sucks on her flesh a bit, teasing her outer lips and around her clit, and she digs her fingertips into Carol's thigh as she arches toward Jack's mouth. His hands clamp down more firmly on her as he moans, and she wonders if he's enjoying what he's doing or if he wants to make this a little more intense. If it's the latter, it's working.
Jack lifts his head up, and she immediately wants to push it back down there, but that would probably be rude. She doesn't need to be rude again. So instead of acting on instinct, she opens her eyes and stares at him with as much of a stern expression as she's capable of without looking very mean.
"Do you need fingers?" he asks, and all she can do is squint at him. He can't be asking if she considers her fingers important, and she's really not in the place to figure out what he is saying. "Never mind."
After his mouth is back where she wants it and she can stop glaring at him, one of his hands lets go and she feels his fingertips at her opening. Okay. Yeah. She gets this. She doesn't know if she *needs* this, but she'll take it. Jack penetrates her with two digits as Carol's mouth travels downward to her breast, his lips closing around her nipple. Soon she's coming, muttering in a way that, she'll admit, is far from coherent, and Jack keeps going until after the spasms stop. Jack's teeth scrape against her inner thigh; she shivers again.
Her eyes stay closed.
The bed shifts slightly as Carol moves away from her, but doesn't leave her side. She isn't sure why until she feels Jack's mouth move up her stomach (Jack and Carol can't risk any more moments of sort of gayness, after all). He kisses his way to her breasts, and then she can feel that he's hard. She opens her eyes, watches his lips close around her nipple.
His gaze meets hers, but he begins his sentence with: "Carol." Then: "Do you mind if--"
That's as far as he gets before Liz snaps, "You don't think *I* should have a say? Wait, you were going to ask if you could do it with me again, right?"
"Yes. And I certainly *intend* to ask you. But you must realize that Carol has to give his okay first. What if I asked you and you agreed, but Carol was against it? Then, whether or not he pretended to be fine with your decision, there would be resentment--"
"See, I know nothing about threesomes. I didn't even *think* of that."
"Carol?" Jack says.
Liz looks over at him. Carol's eyes move up her torso before he nods.
"Yes," Liz says, returning her eyes to Jack's face. "That is what he said."
"And you?"
Liz considers this for a moment. If she's only going to do this once, maybe she should take the opportunity to do this twice? Because Carol would like it. Because Jack's all ready, and she isn't the opposite of ready. "Yes. That is what I say."
He rolls onto his back, reaching to the nightstand for a condom. He rips the wrapper open, says, "If I asked you to be on top, would you complain?"
"No." She pauses. "My problem with the straddling your mouth thing--"
Jack rolls the condom onto himself. "Is that Dennis used to offer you mustache-less mustache rides and the phrase soured you on the idea of receiving cunnilingus in that position?"
Her mouth hangs open. "How could you possibly have *guessed* that?"
"You told me that."
"Oh. Was I drunk? I must have been drunk."
"I assumed you were." He pauses. "And, for the record, you only told me about his offer, not that it made you view the act in a negative light; that, I simply assumed."
"Well. Good assuming, then."
She turns to Carol. Kisses him. Says, "Hey, you're getting a second show! You've gotta be happy."
"This is going to be something you make fun of me for all the time now, isn't it?"
"Oh no," Liz says. "Never. I am *never* talking about this again." She pauses. "You do really want a second show, right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, good. Then I'm still an awesome girlfriend."
Even considering the context, she knows it's bizarre that she follows her declaration by straddling a guy who's not her boyfriend. She shifts, positioning herself over his erection and slowly sinking down onto it. It feels so good, better than the first time, and she thinks it's because she's so... aroused. (She doesn't like the sound of that word, but it's what she is.) Also, getting done from behind always makes her more tense. She can *enjoy* it, but there's less relaxation.
And she thinks there should be less relaxation now because this is Jack and she's looking down at him while his cock is inside her, but... whatever. She knew Jack was inside her before, so why should this seem new? Leaning forward, she slides her hands through the hair on his stomach, his chest, then rests her palms on his body to steady herself. He holds onto her hips and they start to move, quickly finding a rhythm together. While she rides him she keeps saying his name, the repetition ceasing as she starts to come. It's not such a surprise -- because of her being really aroused... turned on, she can say that, that's better, and her clit rubbing against him -- but she nonetheless mutters, "I can't believe this."
She might be talking about the night in general, though.
She grinds more insistently on his pelvis, drawing out her orgasm. "Oh God," she gasps, eyes still closed, hips still moving, though not as fast. She hears him laugh and she opens her eyes, worried Carol's penis is all up in her face and she's ignoring it again, but nothing. She lets out a breath. "My orgasm face is horrible, huh? I knew it."
He's smirking at her. "I'm not mocking you."
"You're just laughing. Okay."
"I'm pleasantly surprised by how much you've been letting yourself enjoy this."
His hand moves to her sex, his thumb brushing over the bundle of nerves at its apex. He thrusts up into her as she presses down, trapping his thumb between their bodies and causing more friction against her sensitive, swollen clit. This orgasm comes out like a whimper and she realizes, yikes, there have been a lot of orgasms tonight. She's pretty surprised she hasn't fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion. She lifts her hips up slightly, and he tells her to keep going. His hands grip her ass as he thrusts into her, and she meets him without thinking, their bodies almost slamming into each other until he comes.
She rests her forehead on his chest, trying to catch her breath before she collapses onto the bed.
For a moment, no one moves.
Then Jack shifts slightly to lean over the wastebasket and dispose of the condom, while Liz scooches closer to her boyfriend. Who has an erection, so she's not surprised when he asks, "How much downtime do you need now?"
"I could go soon, if you want," Liz says. "But after that, I'm officially closed for business."
"Wait," Jack says. "I should go."
"Okay..." Liz pauses. "What's with the wait?"
"Because I don't like to watch as much as Carol does. And I should leave the two of you alone to close out the evening without a third party."
"Is that a common threesome thing?"
"I haven't compiled statistics, but plenty of people prefer it that way. I can only assume you, Lemon, are one of such people, and I know Carol is."
"You don't have to tell each other everything, you know."
"I don't tell him everything," Carol offers.
"I don't tell him everything," Jack replies. "Not even close, if I'm being honest."
Liz is surprised when Jack leans closer and kisses her. He says goodbye to Carol with a fist bump. Wow, that's weird.
Ugh. Why is her brain picking on the most minute details as proof of the inherent, obvious weirdness of this night?
When Jack's out of the room, presumably redressing, she leans over and gets Carol a condom. He puts it on and positions himself on top of her. With one thrust, he's buried inside her -- because, you know, she's very wet, and, man, that sounds worse than aroused, she's going back to 'turned on' -- and the sensation of being filled again is so satisfying, even -- because? -- it's different from how Jack filled her. She wraps her legs around him, gasping as he moves inside her, as he angles his hips just so, pelvis rubbing against her clit over and over. The turned-on-ness help this time, too, and she's soon clenching around the length of him. Carol shifts down to his forearms, kissing her chest as he keeps going.
"You liked him fucking you, didn't you?"
The words surprise her. She mutters, "Worst way to use fuck, seriously--"
He thrusts harder into her, and she cries out in pleasure. Keeps crying out, and he asks again:
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"Yes," she gasps. "I'm really not going to talk about this ever again."
"That doesn't mean I can't talk about it."
"Point."
"You liked me watching, didn't you?"
Most of the time, she wasn't even thinking about it, but she answers, "Yes." Repeats it until she spasms around his cock and he collapses on top of her, grunting out his own orgasm.
After he rolls onto his back, while they're both panting, she says:
"I was serious about never doing that again."
"That's fine." He pauses. "Thank you for doing that for me."
She nods. "No problem."
END
For: The Alphabet Meme
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz/Carol
Prompt: J is for Just Once. (For mindymakru.)
Word Count: 3,389
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This may be the weirdest thing I've ever written. You can decide if that's true!
Summary: "I'm never doing this again," Liz says.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
"I'm never doing this again," Liz says, a man on either side of her. One of them is the hairiest guy she's ever seen, the other frequently waxes, and that is super weird. Wait. That's not the weird part. It's that there's two men in her bed. What the hell. (But, while she's comparing, there are a bunch of differences between Carol and Jack, all of which boil down to one of them being perfect and the other being less so. Well. Jack's bigger than Carol in every way, not just in an I enjoy food way. If you catch the meaning. But she's happy with Carol's penis, so his is still better. Okay. Great.) "This is the only time."
Jack lets out a breath. "Yes, Lemon, you certainly needed to reiterate that, as being involved in a devil's three-way with an employee and her boyfriend is an experience I'm dying to repeat."
"I'm talking to *Carol*. I'm talking to my boyfriend. He's the one who's into this." She looks over at him. "This... I definitely can't do this again. I can only handle one penis at a time."
Carol looks at her *very* seriously. "You didn't handle more than one penis at a time."
"Well," Liz mutters. "I think I can only handle one a night, then." She pauses. "Are you still mad about that? Before."
(Earlier in the evening, when Jack was doing her from behind on the couch, Carol stood in front of her, all... ready, and she said, "Hey, get that thing out of my face."
Jack stopped moving and began to laugh hysterically.)
"Yeah, Liz, I think I'm kinda mad."
"In her defense," Jack says, "all she knew was that you wanted to watch her get fucked--"
"The sexual way is the worst way for the word 'fuck' to be used, I think," Liz interjects.
"Would you *let* me defend you?"
"I guess."
"All she knew was that you wished to watch her have sex with another man. She wasn't prepared for you to want her to suck--"
"Come on!"
"Pleasure you while she was engaged in the act you requested." Jack pauses. "Just as I wasn't prepared for you to put your hand on my ass."
Carol shakes his head. "It was an accident! How many times do I have to say it?"
Liz crosses her arms over her breasts; she has long exceeded the amount of time she allows her boobs to be seen in one night. "Are the two of you not friends anymore?"
(She doesn't know what she thinks about their friendship. On one hand, Jack isn't hogging him the way he hogged Floyd. On the other, Jack and Carol have the sort of friendship where they talk about their sexual fantasies and/or kinks. Which led to this, to Jack bringing up a kink of Carol's during a night of drinking, to her realizing crap, Carol isn't perfect because, yikes, a guy with *any* kinks doesn't equal perfection (she's loosened up a bit since she started to see Carol, but not enough to like stuff that could be described as 'kinky'), let alone one involving her doing it with somebody else while he watches, to damn it, I can't reject another guy, especially when he's almost perfect. To her going, "Okay. If that... if that's something you're really into." From the corner of her eye, she noticed Jack staring at her and wished he wasn't witness to this conversation (wished he hadn't been the one to bring the subject up), even though she figured he'd probably hear about it eventually, either from Carol (casually) or herself (in a mad rush of anxiety). "I will... let you watch that happen. As long as he isn't some dude who lasts all night. And if you want in afterwards, I'm gonna need some downtime because I am not used to serving more than one customer in a night. And I'm only doing it once, and then you can live off the memories."
Carol said, "So. How about now?"
"'How about now' what?"
"How about we do it now?"
"I don't... I have *no* idea who to call for this favor."
"Jack's right here."
She looked at Jack, who didn't seem surprised. Who must have already *agreed.* "To have sex... Uh. Wow. No. That... that can not happen. You... No."
Carol gestured at her, himself, then Jack. "We're all friends--"
"No."
"--so it wouldn't have to get weird--"
"Why would the friend thing make you think it *won't* get weird?"
"Because," Jack said, "you and I have been friends for a long time without any sort of romantic entanglement or threat of it, and I highly doubt that an evening of meaningless sex would *change* our feelings about each other. And Carol can trust that I'm honest with him when I say I have no ulterior motives when I agree to pleasure you in front of him."
Liz shook her head. "You're both crazy." She downed the rest of her wine. Looked over at her boyfriend. "Why would you want to watch *Jack* boff me? Why would you want to watch any dude boff me?"
Carol tilted his head. "Do you really want to know why it turns me on?"
"Yes? No. You're going to describe what you like about it pretty explicitly, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Then no." She paused. "You seriously want to watch me have sex with another guy?"
He nodded.
"And you want that person to be *Jack*?"
"It doesn't need to be."
"Many have been proud to include me in their sexual experimentation," Jack interjected.
"Proud?" Liz scoffed. "What, do you give them a plaque? A certificate of completion?"
"The experience is enough of a reward."
She rolled her eyes.
"If you don't want to," Carol began, "you don't have to. Or we could get someone else."
"No," Liz said. "Weirdly, Jack is probably the best choice. If I'm going to do this." She turned to Jack; realized she must really be in love with Carol if she was going to do this for him. "Okay. Come over here and do me. I want to get it over with."
"If you continue talking like that, I'm certain I'll be aroused in no time."
"Shut up."
He loosened the knot in his tie. "That's better."
He joined her on the couch while Carol moved to a chair. Then she was making out with Jack, which was surprisingly easy. Maybe because she was kind of drunk, maybe because, even if Jack wasn't a guy she truly wanted to make out with, he's a guy who's pretty awesome at kissing.
And other things. Like... she enjoyed having sex with him.
Which he probably figured, since shortly after he was inside her for the first time, he whispered into her ear, "You should be grateful."
Well, he *could* have been picking up on how she was reacting to him moving in and out of her, or he could have been patting himself on the back for helping to keep her relationship going by participating in her boyfriend's fantasy. Or he might consider putting his penis inside a woman an act of philanthropy and, every time he's doing some lady, he thinks, "Her life will be better from now on.")
"I believe our friendship can survive this," Jack asserts.
"Yeah," Carol agrees. "We're good."
"Lemon, straddle my mouth."
Liz doesn't respond right away. "So, even considering everything that's happened tonight--"
(The kissing, the fondling, Jack's hand working between her legs, him boffing her as she held onto the armrest of the couch, them moving to the bed, the orgasms she had in the midst of all this, not to mention the sex she had with Carol while Jack was in the room.)
"--I totally didn't expect that to be the next thing out of your mouth. Which you apparently want me to straddle? That's not what you mean, right? Are you giving me some weird threesome code for 'Get me a glass of water'? If so, get it yourself."
"I have no idea what you're talking about--"
"Yeah, neither do I."
"--and I meant what I said. Straddle my mouth."
"Um. You want this to happen why?"
"While you were pleasuring Carol--"
(Briefly, and somewhat out of guilt. Because she knew having his penis shooed away probably didn't make him feel great.)
"--our eyes briefly met. I need to counteract the possible gayness of said moment by engaging in something that's undeniably heterosexual."
"Brief eye contact needs to be evened out? What about the ass touching?"
Carol throws his hands up. "Come on--"
"I'm kidding!" Liz says. "Kidding."
"Lemon, are you going to straddle my mouth or not?"
"If you want it, why don't you get down there yourself?"
He exhales. "I don't feel like moving."
"Dude, you are old," Liz and Carol say simultaneously. Then: "Jinx!" And: "Double Jinx!" Finally: "Damn it!"
"One," Jack says, "I'd prefer you not behave like children while all of us are naked. Two: you, Lemon, shouldn't criticize another's desire to not exert oneself during sex, especially when I have certainly been active during the sex we've had this evening." He begins to slide down the bed. "Three: you, Lemon, certainly have no place to refer to anyone else as old."
"Why am I getting singled out twice? Carol is my age. If I'm old--"
Jack lifts her leg up and slides underneath it, and then his head is between her thighs. His breath falls against her flesh, and she feels her body tense. Feels herself tense again, then relax, as Jack parts the folds of her sex and starts to lick her. She closes her eyes (she's never liked to watch a guy go to town on her, not even Carol) and parts her legs further. She feels Jack's hands on her, one on her thigh and one on her hip, trying to hold her in place as she squirms.
Carol kisses her shoulder. "Uncross your arms."
When she doesn't comply right away, he gently pulls her arms apart and cups her breast. Kisses her neck again and again as Jack's tongue continues to move over her. He sucks on her flesh a bit, teasing her outer lips and around her clit, and she digs her fingertips into Carol's thigh as she arches toward Jack's mouth. His hands clamp down more firmly on her as he moans, and she wonders if he's enjoying what he's doing or if he wants to make this a little more intense. If it's the latter, it's working.
Jack lifts his head up, and she immediately wants to push it back down there, but that would probably be rude. She doesn't need to be rude again. So instead of acting on instinct, she opens her eyes and stares at him with as much of a stern expression as she's capable of without looking very mean.
"Do you need fingers?" he asks, and all she can do is squint at him. He can't be asking if she considers her fingers important, and she's really not in the place to figure out what he is saying. "Never mind."
After his mouth is back where she wants it and she can stop glaring at him, one of his hands lets go and she feels his fingertips at her opening. Okay. Yeah. She gets this. She doesn't know if she *needs* this, but she'll take it. Jack penetrates her with two digits as Carol's mouth travels downward to her breast, his lips closing around her nipple. Soon she's coming, muttering in a way that, she'll admit, is far from coherent, and Jack keeps going until after the spasms stop. Jack's teeth scrape against her inner thigh; she shivers again.
Her eyes stay closed.
The bed shifts slightly as Carol moves away from her, but doesn't leave her side. She isn't sure why until she feels Jack's mouth move up her stomach (Jack and Carol can't risk any more moments of sort of gayness, after all). He kisses his way to her breasts, and then she can feel that he's hard. She opens her eyes, watches his lips close around her nipple.
His gaze meets hers, but he begins his sentence with: "Carol." Then: "Do you mind if--"
That's as far as he gets before Liz snaps, "You don't think *I* should have a say? Wait, you were going to ask if you could do it with me again, right?"
"Yes. And I certainly *intend* to ask you. But you must realize that Carol has to give his okay first. What if I asked you and you agreed, but Carol was against it? Then, whether or not he pretended to be fine with your decision, there would be resentment--"
"See, I know nothing about threesomes. I didn't even *think* of that."
"Carol?" Jack says.
Liz looks over at him. Carol's eyes move up her torso before he nods.
"Yes," Liz says, returning her eyes to Jack's face. "That is what he said."
"And you?"
Liz considers this for a moment. If she's only going to do this once, maybe she should take the opportunity to do this twice? Because Carol would like it. Because Jack's all ready, and she isn't the opposite of ready. "Yes. That is what I say."
He rolls onto his back, reaching to the nightstand for a condom. He rips the wrapper open, says, "If I asked you to be on top, would you complain?"
"No." She pauses. "My problem with the straddling your mouth thing--"
Jack rolls the condom onto himself. "Is that Dennis used to offer you mustache-less mustache rides and the phrase soured you on the idea of receiving cunnilingus in that position?"
Her mouth hangs open. "How could you possibly have *guessed* that?"
"You told me that."
"Oh. Was I drunk? I must have been drunk."
"I assumed you were." He pauses. "And, for the record, you only told me about his offer, not that it made you view the act in a negative light; that, I simply assumed."
"Well. Good assuming, then."
She turns to Carol. Kisses him. Says, "Hey, you're getting a second show! You've gotta be happy."
"This is going to be something you make fun of me for all the time now, isn't it?"
"Oh no," Liz says. "Never. I am *never* talking about this again." She pauses. "You do really want a second show, right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, good. Then I'm still an awesome girlfriend."
Even considering the context, she knows it's bizarre that she follows her declaration by straddling a guy who's not her boyfriend. She shifts, positioning herself over his erection and slowly sinking down onto it. It feels so good, better than the first time, and she thinks it's because she's so... aroused. (She doesn't like the sound of that word, but it's what she is.) Also, getting done from behind always makes her more tense. She can *enjoy* it, but there's less relaxation.
And she thinks there should be less relaxation now because this is Jack and she's looking down at him while his cock is inside her, but... whatever. She knew Jack was inside her before, so why should this seem new? Leaning forward, she slides her hands through the hair on his stomach, his chest, then rests her palms on his body to steady herself. He holds onto her hips and they start to move, quickly finding a rhythm together. While she rides him she keeps saying his name, the repetition ceasing as she starts to come. It's not such a surprise -- because of her being really aroused... turned on, she can say that, that's better, and her clit rubbing against him -- but she nonetheless mutters, "I can't believe this."
She might be talking about the night in general, though.
She grinds more insistently on his pelvis, drawing out her orgasm. "Oh God," she gasps, eyes still closed, hips still moving, though not as fast. She hears him laugh and she opens her eyes, worried Carol's penis is all up in her face and she's ignoring it again, but nothing. She lets out a breath. "My orgasm face is horrible, huh? I knew it."
He's smirking at her. "I'm not mocking you."
"You're just laughing. Okay."
"I'm pleasantly surprised by how much you've been letting yourself enjoy this."
His hand moves to her sex, his thumb brushing over the bundle of nerves at its apex. He thrusts up into her as she presses down, trapping his thumb between their bodies and causing more friction against her sensitive, swollen clit. This orgasm comes out like a whimper and she realizes, yikes, there have been a lot of orgasms tonight. She's pretty surprised she hasn't fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion. She lifts her hips up slightly, and he tells her to keep going. His hands grip her ass as he thrusts into her, and she meets him without thinking, their bodies almost slamming into each other until he comes.
She rests her forehead on his chest, trying to catch her breath before she collapses onto the bed.
For a moment, no one moves.
Then Jack shifts slightly to lean over the wastebasket and dispose of the condom, while Liz scooches closer to her boyfriend. Who has an erection, so she's not surprised when he asks, "How much downtime do you need now?"
"I could go soon, if you want," Liz says. "But after that, I'm officially closed for business."
"Wait," Jack says. "I should go."
"Okay..." Liz pauses. "What's with the wait?"
"Because I don't like to watch as much as Carol does. And I should leave the two of you alone to close out the evening without a third party."
"Is that a common threesome thing?"
"I haven't compiled statistics, but plenty of people prefer it that way. I can only assume you, Lemon, are one of such people, and I know Carol is."
"You don't have to tell each other everything, you know."
"I don't tell him everything," Carol offers.
"I don't tell him everything," Jack replies. "Not even close, if I'm being honest."
Liz is surprised when Jack leans closer and kisses her. He says goodbye to Carol with a fist bump. Wow, that's weird.
Ugh. Why is her brain picking on the most minute details as proof of the inherent, obvious weirdness of this night?
When Jack's out of the room, presumably redressing, she leans over and gets Carol a condom. He puts it on and positions himself on top of her. With one thrust, he's buried inside her -- because, you know, she's very wet, and, man, that sounds worse than aroused, she's going back to 'turned on' -- and the sensation of being filled again is so satisfying, even -- because? -- it's different from how Jack filled her. She wraps her legs around him, gasping as he moves inside her, as he angles his hips just so, pelvis rubbing against her clit over and over. The turned-on-ness help this time, too, and she's soon clenching around the length of him. Carol shifts down to his forearms, kissing her chest as he keeps going.
"You liked him fucking you, didn't you?"
The words surprise her. She mutters, "Worst way to use fuck, seriously--"
He thrusts harder into her, and she cries out in pleasure. Keeps crying out, and he asks again:
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"Yes," she gasps. "I'm really not going to talk about this ever again."
"That doesn't mean I can't talk about it."
"Point."
"You liked me watching, didn't you?"
Most of the time, she wasn't even thinking about it, but she answers, "Yes." Repeats it until she spasms around his cock and he collapses on top of her, grunting out his own orgasm.
After he rolls onto his back, while they're both panting, she says:
"I was serious about never doing that again."
"That's fine." He pauses. "Thank you for doing that for me."
She nods. "No problem."
END