Fic: Refracted Views (4/?)
Title: Refracted Views, part 4
Pairing: Dom/Billy/Miranda
Rating: NC-17 all the way
Disclaimer: Obviously I made this up and it bears no resemblance to reality. As far as I know.
Summary: AU set in the present day. The boys persuade Miranda that a weekend with them in Glasgow is just what she needs.
A/N: Beta, yet again, by the fab msilverstar, thanks for all the encouragement as always!
Previously in Refracted Views: Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3.
*****
If Miranda wondered exactly what Billy's intentions were before her dinner at his flat, it only takes a couple of phone calls after it to cement in her mind that he Means Business.
They are the dirtiest, filthiest, most fun phone calls she's ever had.
His voice is sex. Not pornographic sex, but the fun, giggly kind with tickling and silly voices that leaves you breathless and delighted and begging for more.
It doesn't take much for him to persuade her to spend a weekend in Glasgow, a weekend of "sightseeing and shagging". Oh, and did she mind if Dom joined in?
Did she fuck. If Billy hadn't suggested it, she would have.
And so it was that a couple of months and several sessions of phone sex after her business trip to Glasgow, Miranda takes a Friday afternoon off work and flies to Scotland. It's May, and summer doesn't know if it's coming or going, so she'd spent an anxious evening flinging clothes around her bedroom, finally phoning Billy in desperation. For her sins she got both Billy and Dom on speakerphone, deliberately contradicting each other, with Dom making disparaging remarks about the Scottish weather and Billy telling her the exact opposite. They both agreed that she'll likely be naked a lot of the time, so what did it matter what clothes she brought, anyway? At the airport, Miranda ends up buying two new matching bra and knicker sets and changing into one of them in the loo in the business class lounge. Then she goes to Bally and buys herself a new pair of shoes, cursing the lack of shops at London City airport and wishing she'd flown from Heathrow, shopping paradise.
On the plane, reading the paper and drinking a large glass of wine, she realises that her clothing dilemma has very little to do with the possibility of inclement weather and a lot to do with the thought of having two men at once. That thought alone renders her incapable of focusing on reading any longer and so she spends the rest of the short flight plugged into her iPod and trying to drown the whirling in her brain with loud music.
It's a relief to see Billy's grinning face waiting for her in the arrivals hall. He greets her with a kiss and they're soon in the car and heading into town. They chat about nothing in particular and that, together with watching the city go past the window, is oddly soothing. Miranda's skittishness gradually fades, to be replaced with girlish excitement.
"Can you give Dom a call and tell him to get the pizzas ordered?" Billy says, digging in his pocket and handing Miranda his mobile. "He's at home."
She finds the phone book menu and scrolls down until she finds 'home', then presses the call button. It rings a few times before it's picked up.
"Hello?" Dom's voice sounds tired and unenthusiastic.
"Hi Dom, it's Miranda."
"Hey, where are you?" Miranda's pleased to note the distinct perking up in his tone.
"We're on our way from the airport. Billy asked me to call you and tell you to order the pizza."
"Okay, will do. Anything in particular you like?"
"Mmm, anchovies. Olives. Capers. Everything salty."
"Right, well, that'll be your half of the pizza. I'm more of a hot and spicy man, myself." His voice could be designed for the phone. Detached from his body its richness is far more apparent.
"And Billy?" Miranda wants to keep Dom talking. At the sound of his name, Billy glances sideways, and she grins knowingly at him.
"Ah, now Billy will take whatever he's given," Dom says.
"He's not fussy?"
"Not at all. One of the most accommodating people I've known."
Miranda's not sure if they're still discussing pizza.
"Anyway," Dom continues. "I'd better go if we want this pizza this evening and not tomorrow. And I want to keep my strength up for later." There's definitely a smile in his treacly voice now.
"Right-o. See you in a bit."
"I look forward to it."
Miranda claps the phone shut, overcome with a desperate urge to squeal with excitement. "Are we there yet?" she asks, tugging on Billy's sleeve.
"Hungry are you?" Billy asks, grinning hugely but not taking his eyes off the road.
"Ravenous," Miranda growls, laughing happily.
The flat's as she remembers it. "Hello?" Billy calls as they close the front door behind them.
"Hi," Dom's voice floats out of one of the rooms. "Be with you in a bit."
Miranda realises she's only seen the kitchen and bathroom and one of the bedrooms. Billy leads her down the hall to that very same bedroom. "You're in here," he says.
"Do I get the guided tour?" Miranda asks hopefully.
Billy grins. "Course you do. This way."
Miranda drops her bag on the bed and follows Billy down the hall. "Bathroom's there, that's the living room, which I'll show you in a sec, and Dom and I are in here."
He pushes open a door and they enter the bedroom. It's a cosy room, slightly cluttered and quite masculine; the duvet has a black geometric pattern, and the walls are plane white. On one of them is a framed picture that draws the eye, and she moves closer to get a better look: it's a pencil sketch, expertly done, of a naked man lying on his back on a bed, reading. The way he's holding the book obscures his face and Miranda peers closely at it. It's 'The Tempest'. My play, she thinks, pleased. The man is lying with one leg straight, the other leg bent, and she admires the shape of his muscles, the soft penis resting on his thigh. Her eyes roam up his body, noting the well-developed shoulders and the long fingers holding the book.
"It's Dom," she says, the light dawning. "You drew it. It's lovely."
"Thank you," Billy says. He's moved up close behind her without her noticing.
Miranda imagines Billy's hand sketching the lines of Dom's body, tracing the shape of his cock and its nest of pubic hair. Pleasure seeps through her groin, and she blushes.
"The real thing's even better," Billy murmurs in her ear, his hand on her waist.
Just then the doorbell rings and Dom's voice calls out, "Pizza!"
"Shall we?" Billy asks, motioning towards the door.
"Definitely," Miranda says with a grin, suddenly full of thrilling anticipation about the evening ahead. Her nerves are gone, replaced with excitement and low-level arousal.
In the living room, Dom's set out three plates and paper napkins, along with two unopened bottles of beer. A third, partially drunk bottle sits on the floor by the sofa and the sound of U2's Joshua Tree album fills the air. "Grub's up!" Dom announces from the doorway, and grins. "Hi, Miranda." He puts the pizza boxes down on the coffee table and kisses her on the cheek, before stepping across to where Billy's opening the beers. "Hey," Dom says softly, and kisses Billy on the mouth. The kiss lasts a good ten seconds, jaw muscles working; and there's definitely a glimpse of tongue in there. Miranda watches, fascinated.
"How was your day?" Billy murmurs.
"Fucking awful, but it's Friday," Dom says with a grin. "Don't know about you, but I'm starving," He arranges pizza boxes and throws them open, then turns to Miranda. "How was your flight?"
"Fine, great, thanks," Miranda says, taking the beer Billy hands her.
Dom collapses on to the sofa and motions for Miranda to join him. Billy sits in an armchair. As they talk, laugh, eat and drink, Miranda feels herself unwinding completely, a mellow happiness filling her body. The living room is easy to relax in, shelves of books and DVDs begging her to inspect their titles, the walls adorned with a vintage film poster and a large Rothko print. Nothing by Billy, she notes. A four-foot high, elongated wooden giraffe stands in a corner guarding a Swiss cheese plant; another corner, by the window, holds a large L-shaped desk with a computer monitor and strewn with books and papers. Faint evening city noises float in through the open window, blending with the music.
"So, Dom, Miranda was admiring your picture in the bedroom," Billy says, when the pizza is gone and the light is starting to fade.
"Oh yeah?" Dom grins at Miranda. His knees are pulled up to his chest, long toes curling over the edge of the sofa and a mostly-empty beer bottle resting on his knee, hand wrapped around its neck.
"Yeah," Miranda says. She plants her elbow on the back of the sofa and rests her head on her hand, looking Dom right in the eye. Dom reaches out and draws a strand of her hair between his fingers.
"Glad you approve."
"Oh, I do." She's feeling relaxed and confident, turning her head to nuzzle Dom's palm.
Dom drains the last of his beer and drops the empty bottle on the floor. His feet slide off the sofa and his palm goes to Miranda's thigh. It feels hot through her skirt and sends a zing of electricity through her body. "So did it give you ideas?" He's still grinning, but his voice has dropped a tone. Pure sex.
"Definitely," Miranda murmurs, and leans forward to kiss Dom on the mouth.
She had been feeling remarkably in control, but the moment Dom's tongue slips between her lips, it all vanishes. Dom is a phenomenal kisser. Miranda's bones feel like they're melting as Dom's mouth moves against hers, soft and wet, his stubble grazing her cheek. His tongue slides along hers and she is hyper-aware of her heart rate increasing, her breathing getting deeper and her hand going to his waist, slipping under his t-shirt. Dom pauses for breath before deepening the kiss, shifting as he settles in for a good long snog, fingers twining in Miranda's hair. She lets out an involuntary whimper, and Dom breaks it off.
"Oh god, don't stop," Miranda says, not wanting to move and lose the way she's feeling. She hears Billy laugh out to the side somewhere.
"Dom's my secret weapon," he says. "One snog and you're putty in his hands. I've done the research."
Miranda laughs weakly and becomes aware that Dom's flicking open the buttons of her blouse. He parts it, palm sliding over her stomach to her waist. "Please," Miranda whispers. "Kiss me again." She's begging, she's actually fucking begging, and she doesn't care, as long as she gets that amazing mouth on hers.
"Absolutely," Dom says, and as he kisses her he's pushing her blouse off her shoulders. Miranda shrugs out of it and tugs on his t-shirt; Dom obligingly pauses to pull it off before they're kissing again, ardent and greedy, not holding back now. His skin is hot, and Miranda's palms slide over the thin film of sweat on his back as she pulls him close, pressing herself chest-to-chest with him. Next time they pause for breath, Miranda reaches behind her back and undoes her skirt, wriggling out of it and kicking it away. Now she's sprawled on the couch in hold-up stockings and her bra and knickers (pleased she bought new ones), feeling incredibly sexy and unashamedly aroused. Billy gets up out of his chair and pushes pizza boxes aside before perching on the coffee table in front of the couch, one hand on each of their legs.
"Do carry on," Billy says, grinning hugely.
Miranda folds down the rubbery top of her stocking and starts to tug at it. Dom reaches down to her foot and pulls it, the stocking gliding down her leg and off in an incredibly erotic fashion, Miranda entirely grateful for the full leg wax she'd made sure to have earlier in the week. "Gorgeous," Billy murmurs. "Can I do the other one?"
"Of course," Miranda says with a girlish giggle. Oh god, now I'm giggling. Miranda normally enjoys a modicum of control with her sex, so this is a whole new feeling to her, and it's brilliant. Billy pulls off her other stocking and Dom's hand slides up her thigh, over her hip to her waist and cups a breast. "Bra, please," he says. "I'm not very good with them and I'll only shatter my sex-god image if I try and undo it."
Miranda laughs, less girly and more womanly, she's relived to note, and reaches round to unhook her bra. Dom's hands slide the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, and he gives a low rumble of appreciation as her breasts are bared, her nipples hardening immediately. Miranda feels glorious, almost-naked in front of these two men and arches her back a little, showing off.
Dom's hand is immediately on her breast, gently kneading and squeezing, his mouth going to her neck. Miranda gasps with pleasure, writhing as Dom wrings pleasure out of her body. He drags his mouth over her collarbone and down to her breasts, nuzzling between them before taking one firm nipple in his mouth and sucking. Miranda groans. "Wanna fuck you," Dom mutters into her skin.
"I think you should," Billy agrees, and stands, pushing the table back. Dom starts to fumble with the fly of his jeans. "Come here a sec, Miranda," Billy urges, tugging gently on her hand. Miranda stands, slightly reluctantly, but the reluctance evaporates as Billy pulls her to him, her back to his chest, his mouth on her neck and one hand on her breast. She moans softly, watching Dom tug his jeans off to reveal nothing underneath, and then Miranda gives a sharp gasp as Billy's hand slips into her knickers and his middle finger glides over her clit. Dom's naked now, his cock standing up hard and inviting, and Miranda has a sudden urge to put it in her mouth.
Billy starts to massage her clit, fingertips dipping into her cunt to gather her juices and rub them over the swollen nub, fingers of his other hand squeezing her nipple. "You're so wet," Billy murmurs in her ear. "Dom's made you so wet for him." Miranda's writhing and moaning, watching Dom fumble in his jeans pocket and pull out a packet and rip it open, rolling the condom on to his cock. "You want to feel his cock in you?" Billy asks, finger probing more deeply inside her body.
"Oh fuck, yes," Miranda gasps, feeling an orgasm not at all far away.
Dom slumps low on the couch, naked, beautiful, and gestures at his hard cock. "Please," he says. "Have a seat."
Miranda gives a gasping laugh, and finds that Billy's pushing her knickers down over her hips. She yanks them down and off and steps forward. "Turn round, I want to see you," Billy murmurs, hands on her shoulders. Miranda turns to face him, shuffling backwards a little, feet either side of Dom's. Billy shoves the table back more and kneels, his hand going between her knees. She realises he's holding Dom's cock, and the sight makes her inhale sharply. As Miranda lowers her body, Billy's free hand goes to her pussy, spreading her open, and she braces herself on his shoulders, letting him guide Dom's cock into her. Dom's hands are on her hips, and they both groan as the head of his cock breaches her body.
Slowly, slowly, Miranda lowers herself on to Dom, relishing the sensation of being stretched and filled. Billy's humming with pleasure, his eyes locked on to where their bodies join, both hands spreading her wide open. Finally she's sitting in Dom's lap, his cock buried deep inside her. "Mmm, that feels good," she says, rocking gently.
"You look amazing like that," Billy says happily, grinning up at her.
"Feels fucking amazing, too," Dom says, struggling to sit up straight and placing a kiss between Miranda's shoulder blades, his hands rubbing small circles over her belly and ribs.
"D'you wanna spread for me, Dom?" Billy asks, pushing Dom's knees apart. Dom obliges and Billy grabs a cushion which he places between Dom's feet before kneeling again. Miranda feels fabulous, rocking her hips, her legs spread wide open either side of Dom's, Dom's stubbly cheek rubbing against the skin of her back and his hands wandering all over her.
"Beautiful," Billy murmurs, and lowers his mouth to her pussy.
"Christ," Miranda gasps. "I'm fucking close already."
Dom's hands go to her breasts. "Billy loves eating pussy," Dom murmurs. "Loves the taste of it, loves the smell of a woman when she's aroused. He loves making women come." His words, the sound of his voice seem to trickle down between her breasts and straight to her groin even as Billy's tongue dances attendance on her clit.
"Oh god," Miranda says, "Oh god I'm gonna come." The orgasm wracks her body, making her shudder and cry out, her muscles contracting hard around Dom's cock.
"Jesus," Dom mutters, gripping her hips hard.
Billy continues to press his tongue on her clit until the spasms die down and Miranda slumps in Dom's arms. "God," she manages to say eventually. "Fuck."
"My thoughts exactly," Dom says.
Billy laughs, and stands. "Bed, I think," he says, unbuttoning his shirt.
"I've got to move?" Miranda just wants to stay right where she is, boneless and afterglow-y.
"There's more treats in the bedroom," Dom murmurs, kissing the back of her neck. "And besides, you're cramping my style a bit, sitting there."
With a groan and help from Billy, Miranda dismounts, reluctantly letting Dom's still-hard cock slip out of her body. "I think I want more of that," she says, pressing herself against Billy and kissing him on the mouth. She can feel his erection through the fabric of his trousers, and it excites her.
"Come on then," Billy says with a laugh. They make their way to Miranda's bedroom, where Billy pulls off his clothes as Dom and Miranda lie writhing together on the bed, laughing and kissing.
"I want to ride Billy," Miranda says, bouncing, like a child in a sweet shop.
"Welll...." Billy pretends to consider the proposition as he climbs on to the bed and crawls over to them. "Okay. But Dom gets a go too." He leans over Miranda's body and kisses Dom on the mouth. "You okay to prep yourself?" he murmurs.
"Yeah, while I watch you two, sounds like a plan," Dom grins.
Billy's rummaging in the drawer beside the bed. He pulls out a condom packet and a small bottle of lube which he hands to Dom before rolling the condom on to himself. "There," he says, lying back with his hands behind his head, grinning widely. "All yours."
"Not all yours, save some for me," Dom says.
"Well, yes... oh god..." Billy's words end in a groan as Miranda's already astride him, guiding his cock into her body.
"This feels fucking great," she says, cupping her breasts and rocking her hips. She feels wonderfully uninhibited, abandoned, free.
"See, didn't I tell you?" Billy says.
"You did, and you were right," Dom says.
Miranda laughs, resting her hands on Billy's chest and looking over at Dom. He's lying on his side, one knee pulled up to his chest, his fingers working in his arse. Miranda starts rubbing her clit, feeling another orgasm make itself felt about five minutes away. She watches Dom prop himself up on one elbow and lean down to kiss Billy, while Billy's hand slides down Dom's back to his cleft, probing. He must have found his mark, because Dom lets out a groan.
"You ready for me?" Billy asks, grinning at Dom.
"Oh yeah," Dom murmurs in reply, and then they both look up at Miranda.
"Is it my turn to watch now?" She feels slightly put out, but keeps it from showing on her face.
"Yep," Dom says. With a sigh, Miranda raises herself up on her knees, letting Billy's cock slide out of her body. She swings her leg across so she's kneeling on the other side of Billy, and watches Billy yank off the condom as Dom straddles him. Dom grabs the lube and slathers it on Billy's cock, depositing the leftovers in his arse.
Curiosity overcomes Miranda's feeling of having been thrown over, and she positions herself so she's got a good view of Dom's arse. He holds Billy's cock steady and presses his arse on to it, and Miranda watches as the slippery head pops into Dom's hole. Both men groan, and Miranda feels a flare of arousal as she watches Billy's cock gradually disappear into Dom's body until he's sitting on Billy's hips.
"Fuck," she mutters. "That's the first time I've seen that."
Billy gives a slightly strained chuckle. "Come here," he says, tugging on her arm. She obliges, and finds herself being thoroughly snogged, Billy moaning into her mouth and rumbles of pleasure coming from above her head. Billy holds her close, and her hand goes back to her clit as she watches Dom rocking his hips and pumping his cock.
"How does it feel?" Miranda asks Billy.
"Bloody amazing... god, yeah," Billy says. "He's beautiful."
"Yeah, yeah he is," Miranda says, watching Dom as he leans back and braces himself on Billy's thighs. Billy wraps his free hand around Dom's cock, and Dom starts fucking Billy's fist, thrusting urgently, eyes squeezed tight shut, gasping with every thrust. Billy matches his rhythm, grunting, and Miranda finds herself gasping in counterpoint as she comes. It's like being immersed in sex, the sight of the two of them etched on to physical pleasure of her orgasm, and she shouts things she never thought she'd hear outside of her own head as it consumes her.
"Fuck!" Dom gasps. "Fuck, I'm gonna come!" Miranda's 'oh!' as she watches Dom shudder and thrust, semen spurting over Billy's hand and chest, is lost among Dom's cries of pleasure. Billy immediately starts fucking Dom hard, his hips pumping frantically, and finally his climax comes too. He gives a high, sharp cry as he helplessly thrusts into Dom, the pair of them eventually collapsing in a sweaty heap.
Miranda cuddles up beside them, licking Billy's hand clean and breathing in the scent of sweat and sex that surrounds the three of them. After a while, Dom lifts his head and carefully rolls off Billy with a groan.
"Bloody hell," Dom says. Miranda laughs.
"Tissues please, Dommie," Billy says, and Dom obediently reaches for the box at his side of the bed and passes a couple to Billy before cleaning himself up. "How are you doing, Miranda?"
"I think you might have killed me," she says, propping herself on one elbow and looking at the pair of them, still glistening with sweat, naked, beautiful. "You've ruined me for anyone else for a while, that's for sure."
"That's what I like to hear," Billy beams.
"Outstanding," Dom says. "Totally fucking outstanding, that was." He sits up. "Now I'm going to have a shower and I reckon I'll sleep like a baby tonight." Billy swats him on the bum and he heads out of the room.
"You going to be okay?" Billy asks. Miranda's overwhelmed, exhausted and incredibly happy.
"Yeah, very." She looks down at Billy. "Thanks."
"Hey, it was my pleasure. And Dom's," Billy grins. "And there's lots more where that came from."
"I look forward to it," Miranda purrs.
Billy's sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed. "Will you be all right finding the bathroom and everything?" Miranda nods. "Make yourself at home, help yourself to anything you find in the kitchen."
"Thanks!" Miranda says, and stretches luxuriously. She watches Billy gather up his clothes.
"See you in the morning," he says, and with a last beaming grin, he's gone.
Miranda lies there for a while, and it gradually dawns on her that she's alone for the night. It's not what she'd expected, and a pang of regret takes the edge off her euphoria. If she's honest with herself, she'd no idea what she'd expected in coming here. Other than sex, anyway - and that's certainly going well so far. But to be alone, in this bed, after such intimacy - it seems wrong, somehow. They never promised you anything, she reminds herself sternly. Sighing, Miranda hauls herself off the bed and her suitcase on to it. I'm an adult, damn it, I don't need a teddy bear. She opens her suitcase, retrieves her wash bag, and heads to the bathroom.
Pairing: Dom/Billy/Miranda
Rating: NC-17 all the way
Disclaimer: Obviously I made this up and it bears no resemblance to reality. As far as I know.
Summary: AU set in the present day. The boys persuade Miranda that a weekend with them in Glasgow is just what she needs.
A/N: Beta, yet again, by the fab msilverstar, thanks for all the encouragement as always!
Previously in Refracted Views: Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3.
*****
If Miranda wondered exactly what Billy's intentions were before her dinner at his flat, it only takes a couple of phone calls after it to cement in her mind that he Means Business.
They are the dirtiest, filthiest, most fun phone calls she's ever had.
His voice is sex. Not pornographic sex, but the fun, giggly kind with tickling and silly voices that leaves you breathless and delighted and begging for more.
It doesn't take much for him to persuade her to spend a weekend in Glasgow, a weekend of "sightseeing and shagging". Oh, and did she mind if Dom joined in?
Did she fuck. If Billy hadn't suggested it, she would have.
And so it was that a couple of months and several sessions of phone sex after her business trip to Glasgow, Miranda takes a Friday afternoon off work and flies to Scotland. It's May, and summer doesn't know if it's coming or going, so she'd spent an anxious evening flinging clothes around her bedroom, finally phoning Billy in desperation. For her sins she got both Billy and Dom on speakerphone, deliberately contradicting each other, with Dom making disparaging remarks about the Scottish weather and Billy telling her the exact opposite. They both agreed that she'll likely be naked a lot of the time, so what did it matter what clothes she brought, anyway? At the airport, Miranda ends up buying two new matching bra and knicker sets and changing into one of them in the loo in the business class lounge. Then she goes to Bally and buys herself a new pair of shoes, cursing the lack of shops at London City airport and wishing she'd flown from Heathrow, shopping paradise.
On the plane, reading the paper and drinking a large glass of wine, she realises that her clothing dilemma has very little to do with the possibility of inclement weather and a lot to do with the thought of having two men at once. That thought alone renders her incapable of focusing on reading any longer and so she spends the rest of the short flight plugged into her iPod and trying to drown the whirling in her brain with loud music.
It's a relief to see Billy's grinning face waiting for her in the arrivals hall. He greets her with a kiss and they're soon in the car and heading into town. They chat about nothing in particular and that, together with watching the city go past the window, is oddly soothing. Miranda's skittishness gradually fades, to be replaced with girlish excitement.
"Can you give Dom a call and tell him to get the pizzas ordered?" Billy says, digging in his pocket and handing Miranda his mobile. "He's at home."
She finds the phone book menu and scrolls down until she finds 'home', then presses the call button. It rings a few times before it's picked up.
"Hello?" Dom's voice sounds tired and unenthusiastic.
"Hi Dom, it's Miranda."
"Hey, where are you?" Miranda's pleased to note the distinct perking up in his tone.
"We're on our way from the airport. Billy asked me to call you and tell you to order the pizza."
"Okay, will do. Anything in particular you like?"
"Mmm, anchovies. Olives. Capers. Everything salty."
"Right, well, that'll be your half of the pizza. I'm more of a hot and spicy man, myself." His voice could be designed for the phone. Detached from his body its richness is far more apparent.
"And Billy?" Miranda wants to keep Dom talking. At the sound of his name, Billy glances sideways, and she grins knowingly at him.
"Ah, now Billy will take whatever he's given," Dom says.
"He's not fussy?"
"Not at all. One of the most accommodating people I've known."
Miranda's not sure if they're still discussing pizza.
"Anyway," Dom continues. "I'd better go if we want this pizza this evening and not tomorrow. And I want to keep my strength up for later." There's definitely a smile in his treacly voice now.
"Right-o. See you in a bit."
"I look forward to it."
Miranda claps the phone shut, overcome with a desperate urge to squeal with excitement. "Are we there yet?" she asks, tugging on Billy's sleeve.
"Hungry are you?" Billy asks, grinning hugely but not taking his eyes off the road.
"Ravenous," Miranda growls, laughing happily.
The flat's as she remembers it. "Hello?" Billy calls as they close the front door behind them.
"Hi," Dom's voice floats out of one of the rooms. "Be with you in a bit."
Miranda realises she's only seen the kitchen and bathroom and one of the bedrooms. Billy leads her down the hall to that very same bedroom. "You're in here," he says.
"Do I get the guided tour?" Miranda asks hopefully.
Billy grins. "Course you do. This way."
Miranda drops her bag on the bed and follows Billy down the hall. "Bathroom's there, that's the living room, which I'll show you in a sec, and Dom and I are in here."
He pushes open a door and they enter the bedroom. It's a cosy room, slightly cluttered and quite masculine; the duvet has a black geometric pattern, and the walls are plane white. On one of them is a framed picture that draws the eye, and she moves closer to get a better look: it's a pencil sketch, expertly done, of a naked man lying on his back on a bed, reading. The way he's holding the book obscures his face and Miranda peers closely at it. It's 'The Tempest'. My play, she thinks, pleased. The man is lying with one leg straight, the other leg bent, and she admires the shape of his muscles, the soft penis resting on his thigh. Her eyes roam up his body, noting the well-developed shoulders and the long fingers holding the book.
"It's Dom," she says, the light dawning. "You drew it. It's lovely."
"Thank you," Billy says. He's moved up close behind her without her noticing.
Miranda imagines Billy's hand sketching the lines of Dom's body, tracing the shape of his cock and its nest of pubic hair. Pleasure seeps through her groin, and she blushes.
"The real thing's even better," Billy murmurs in her ear, his hand on her waist.
Just then the doorbell rings and Dom's voice calls out, "Pizza!"
"Shall we?" Billy asks, motioning towards the door.
"Definitely," Miranda says with a grin, suddenly full of thrilling anticipation about the evening ahead. Her nerves are gone, replaced with excitement and low-level arousal.
In the living room, Dom's set out three plates and paper napkins, along with two unopened bottles of beer. A third, partially drunk bottle sits on the floor by the sofa and the sound of U2's Joshua Tree album fills the air. "Grub's up!" Dom announces from the doorway, and grins. "Hi, Miranda." He puts the pizza boxes down on the coffee table and kisses her on the cheek, before stepping across to where Billy's opening the beers. "Hey," Dom says softly, and kisses Billy on the mouth. The kiss lasts a good ten seconds, jaw muscles working; and there's definitely a glimpse of tongue in there. Miranda watches, fascinated.
"How was your day?" Billy murmurs.
"Fucking awful, but it's Friday," Dom says with a grin. "Don't know about you, but I'm starving," He arranges pizza boxes and throws them open, then turns to Miranda. "How was your flight?"
"Fine, great, thanks," Miranda says, taking the beer Billy hands her.
Dom collapses on to the sofa and motions for Miranda to join him. Billy sits in an armchair. As they talk, laugh, eat and drink, Miranda feels herself unwinding completely, a mellow happiness filling her body. The living room is easy to relax in, shelves of books and DVDs begging her to inspect their titles, the walls adorned with a vintage film poster and a large Rothko print. Nothing by Billy, she notes. A four-foot high, elongated wooden giraffe stands in a corner guarding a Swiss cheese plant; another corner, by the window, holds a large L-shaped desk with a computer monitor and strewn with books and papers. Faint evening city noises float in through the open window, blending with the music.
"So, Dom, Miranda was admiring your picture in the bedroom," Billy says, when the pizza is gone and the light is starting to fade.
"Oh yeah?" Dom grins at Miranda. His knees are pulled up to his chest, long toes curling over the edge of the sofa and a mostly-empty beer bottle resting on his knee, hand wrapped around its neck.
"Yeah," Miranda says. She plants her elbow on the back of the sofa and rests her head on her hand, looking Dom right in the eye. Dom reaches out and draws a strand of her hair between his fingers.
"Glad you approve."
"Oh, I do." She's feeling relaxed and confident, turning her head to nuzzle Dom's palm.
Dom drains the last of his beer and drops the empty bottle on the floor. His feet slide off the sofa and his palm goes to Miranda's thigh. It feels hot through her skirt and sends a zing of electricity through her body. "So did it give you ideas?" He's still grinning, but his voice has dropped a tone. Pure sex.
"Definitely," Miranda murmurs, and leans forward to kiss Dom on the mouth.
She had been feeling remarkably in control, but the moment Dom's tongue slips between her lips, it all vanishes. Dom is a phenomenal kisser. Miranda's bones feel like they're melting as Dom's mouth moves against hers, soft and wet, his stubble grazing her cheek. His tongue slides along hers and she is hyper-aware of her heart rate increasing, her breathing getting deeper and her hand going to his waist, slipping under his t-shirt. Dom pauses for breath before deepening the kiss, shifting as he settles in for a good long snog, fingers twining in Miranda's hair. She lets out an involuntary whimper, and Dom breaks it off.
"Oh god, don't stop," Miranda says, not wanting to move and lose the way she's feeling. She hears Billy laugh out to the side somewhere.
"Dom's my secret weapon," he says. "One snog and you're putty in his hands. I've done the research."
Miranda laughs weakly and becomes aware that Dom's flicking open the buttons of her blouse. He parts it, palm sliding over her stomach to her waist. "Please," Miranda whispers. "Kiss me again." She's begging, she's actually fucking begging, and she doesn't care, as long as she gets that amazing mouth on hers.
"Absolutely," Dom says, and as he kisses her he's pushing her blouse off her shoulders. Miranda shrugs out of it and tugs on his t-shirt; Dom obligingly pauses to pull it off before they're kissing again, ardent and greedy, not holding back now. His skin is hot, and Miranda's palms slide over the thin film of sweat on his back as she pulls him close, pressing herself chest-to-chest with him. Next time they pause for breath, Miranda reaches behind her back and undoes her skirt, wriggling out of it and kicking it away. Now she's sprawled on the couch in hold-up stockings and her bra and knickers (pleased she bought new ones), feeling incredibly sexy and unashamedly aroused. Billy gets up out of his chair and pushes pizza boxes aside before perching on the coffee table in front of the couch, one hand on each of their legs.
"Do carry on," Billy says, grinning hugely.
Miranda folds down the rubbery top of her stocking and starts to tug at it. Dom reaches down to her foot and pulls it, the stocking gliding down her leg and off in an incredibly erotic fashion, Miranda entirely grateful for the full leg wax she'd made sure to have earlier in the week. "Gorgeous," Billy murmurs. "Can I do the other one?"
"Of course," Miranda says with a girlish giggle. Oh god, now I'm giggling. Miranda normally enjoys a modicum of control with her sex, so this is a whole new feeling to her, and it's brilliant. Billy pulls off her other stocking and Dom's hand slides up her thigh, over her hip to her waist and cups a breast. "Bra, please," he says. "I'm not very good with them and I'll only shatter my sex-god image if I try and undo it."
Miranda laughs, less girly and more womanly, she's relived to note, and reaches round to unhook her bra. Dom's hands slide the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, and he gives a low rumble of appreciation as her breasts are bared, her nipples hardening immediately. Miranda feels glorious, almost-naked in front of these two men and arches her back a little, showing off.
Dom's hand is immediately on her breast, gently kneading and squeezing, his mouth going to her neck. Miranda gasps with pleasure, writhing as Dom wrings pleasure out of her body. He drags his mouth over her collarbone and down to her breasts, nuzzling between them before taking one firm nipple in his mouth and sucking. Miranda groans. "Wanna fuck you," Dom mutters into her skin.
"I think you should," Billy agrees, and stands, pushing the table back. Dom starts to fumble with the fly of his jeans. "Come here a sec, Miranda," Billy urges, tugging gently on her hand. Miranda stands, slightly reluctantly, but the reluctance evaporates as Billy pulls her to him, her back to his chest, his mouth on her neck and one hand on her breast. She moans softly, watching Dom tug his jeans off to reveal nothing underneath, and then Miranda gives a sharp gasp as Billy's hand slips into her knickers and his middle finger glides over her clit. Dom's naked now, his cock standing up hard and inviting, and Miranda has a sudden urge to put it in her mouth.
Billy starts to massage her clit, fingertips dipping into her cunt to gather her juices and rub them over the swollen nub, fingers of his other hand squeezing her nipple. "You're so wet," Billy murmurs in her ear. "Dom's made you so wet for him." Miranda's writhing and moaning, watching Dom fumble in his jeans pocket and pull out a packet and rip it open, rolling the condom on to his cock. "You want to feel his cock in you?" Billy asks, finger probing more deeply inside her body.
"Oh fuck, yes," Miranda gasps, feeling an orgasm not at all far away.
Dom slumps low on the couch, naked, beautiful, and gestures at his hard cock. "Please," he says. "Have a seat."
Miranda gives a gasping laugh, and finds that Billy's pushing her knickers down over her hips. She yanks them down and off and steps forward. "Turn round, I want to see you," Billy murmurs, hands on her shoulders. Miranda turns to face him, shuffling backwards a little, feet either side of Dom's. Billy shoves the table back more and kneels, his hand going between her knees. She realises he's holding Dom's cock, and the sight makes her inhale sharply. As Miranda lowers her body, Billy's free hand goes to her pussy, spreading her open, and she braces herself on his shoulders, letting him guide Dom's cock into her. Dom's hands are on her hips, and they both groan as the head of his cock breaches her body.
Slowly, slowly, Miranda lowers herself on to Dom, relishing the sensation of being stretched and filled. Billy's humming with pleasure, his eyes locked on to where their bodies join, both hands spreading her wide open. Finally she's sitting in Dom's lap, his cock buried deep inside her. "Mmm, that feels good," she says, rocking gently.
"You look amazing like that," Billy says happily, grinning up at her.
"Feels fucking amazing, too," Dom says, struggling to sit up straight and placing a kiss between Miranda's shoulder blades, his hands rubbing small circles over her belly and ribs.
"D'you wanna spread for me, Dom?" Billy asks, pushing Dom's knees apart. Dom obliges and Billy grabs a cushion which he places between Dom's feet before kneeling again. Miranda feels fabulous, rocking her hips, her legs spread wide open either side of Dom's, Dom's stubbly cheek rubbing against the skin of her back and his hands wandering all over her.
"Beautiful," Billy murmurs, and lowers his mouth to her pussy.
"Christ," Miranda gasps. "I'm fucking close already."
Dom's hands go to her breasts. "Billy loves eating pussy," Dom murmurs. "Loves the taste of it, loves the smell of a woman when she's aroused. He loves making women come." His words, the sound of his voice seem to trickle down between her breasts and straight to her groin even as Billy's tongue dances attendance on her clit.
"Oh god," Miranda says, "Oh god I'm gonna come." The orgasm wracks her body, making her shudder and cry out, her muscles contracting hard around Dom's cock.
"Jesus," Dom mutters, gripping her hips hard.
Billy continues to press his tongue on her clit until the spasms die down and Miranda slumps in Dom's arms. "God," she manages to say eventually. "Fuck."
"My thoughts exactly," Dom says.
Billy laughs, and stands. "Bed, I think," he says, unbuttoning his shirt.
"I've got to move?" Miranda just wants to stay right where she is, boneless and afterglow-y.
"There's more treats in the bedroom," Dom murmurs, kissing the back of her neck. "And besides, you're cramping my style a bit, sitting there."
With a groan and help from Billy, Miranda dismounts, reluctantly letting Dom's still-hard cock slip out of her body. "I think I want more of that," she says, pressing herself against Billy and kissing him on the mouth. She can feel his erection through the fabric of his trousers, and it excites her.
"Come on then," Billy says with a laugh. They make their way to Miranda's bedroom, where Billy pulls off his clothes as Dom and Miranda lie writhing together on the bed, laughing and kissing.
"I want to ride Billy," Miranda says, bouncing, like a child in a sweet shop.
"Welll...." Billy pretends to consider the proposition as he climbs on to the bed and crawls over to them. "Okay. But Dom gets a go too." He leans over Miranda's body and kisses Dom on the mouth. "You okay to prep yourself?" he murmurs.
"Yeah, while I watch you two, sounds like a plan," Dom grins.
Billy's rummaging in the drawer beside the bed. He pulls out a condom packet and a small bottle of lube which he hands to Dom before rolling the condom on to himself. "There," he says, lying back with his hands behind his head, grinning widely. "All yours."
"Not all yours, save some for me," Dom says.
"Well, yes... oh god..." Billy's words end in a groan as Miranda's already astride him, guiding his cock into her body.
"This feels fucking great," she says, cupping her breasts and rocking her hips. She feels wonderfully uninhibited, abandoned, free.
"See, didn't I tell you?" Billy says.
"You did, and you were right," Dom says.
Miranda laughs, resting her hands on Billy's chest and looking over at Dom. He's lying on his side, one knee pulled up to his chest, his fingers working in his arse. Miranda starts rubbing her clit, feeling another orgasm make itself felt about five minutes away. She watches Dom prop himself up on one elbow and lean down to kiss Billy, while Billy's hand slides down Dom's back to his cleft, probing. He must have found his mark, because Dom lets out a groan.
"You ready for me?" Billy asks, grinning at Dom.
"Oh yeah," Dom murmurs in reply, and then they both look up at Miranda.
"Is it my turn to watch now?" She feels slightly put out, but keeps it from showing on her face.
"Yep," Dom says. With a sigh, Miranda raises herself up on her knees, letting Billy's cock slide out of her body. She swings her leg across so she's kneeling on the other side of Billy, and watches Billy yank off the condom as Dom straddles him. Dom grabs the lube and slathers it on Billy's cock, depositing the leftovers in his arse.
Curiosity overcomes Miranda's feeling of having been thrown over, and she positions herself so she's got a good view of Dom's arse. He holds Billy's cock steady and presses his arse on to it, and Miranda watches as the slippery head pops into Dom's hole. Both men groan, and Miranda feels a flare of arousal as she watches Billy's cock gradually disappear into Dom's body until he's sitting on Billy's hips.
"Fuck," she mutters. "That's the first time I've seen that."
Billy gives a slightly strained chuckle. "Come here," he says, tugging on her arm. She obliges, and finds herself being thoroughly snogged, Billy moaning into her mouth and rumbles of pleasure coming from above her head. Billy holds her close, and her hand goes back to her clit as she watches Dom rocking his hips and pumping his cock.
"How does it feel?" Miranda asks Billy.
"Bloody amazing... god, yeah," Billy says. "He's beautiful."
"Yeah, yeah he is," Miranda says, watching Dom as he leans back and braces himself on Billy's thighs. Billy wraps his free hand around Dom's cock, and Dom starts fucking Billy's fist, thrusting urgently, eyes squeezed tight shut, gasping with every thrust. Billy matches his rhythm, grunting, and Miranda finds herself gasping in counterpoint as she comes. It's like being immersed in sex, the sight of the two of them etched on to physical pleasure of her orgasm, and she shouts things she never thought she'd hear outside of her own head as it consumes her.
"Fuck!" Dom gasps. "Fuck, I'm gonna come!" Miranda's 'oh!' as she watches Dom shudder and thrust, semen spurting over Billy's hand and chest, is lost among Dom's cries of pleasure. Billy immediately starts fucking Dom hard, his hips pumping frantically, and finally his climax comes too. He gives a high, sharp cry as he helplessly thrusts into Dom, the pair of them eventually collapsing in a sweaty heap.
Miranda cuddles up beside them, licking Billy's hand clean and breathing in the scent of sweat and sex that surrounds the three of them. After a while, Dom lifts his head and carefully rolls off Billy with a groan.
"Bloody hell," Dom says. Miranda laughs.
"Tissues please, Dommie," Billy says, and Dom obediently reaches for the box at his side of the bed and passes a couple to Billy before cleaning himself up. "How are you doing, Miranda?"
"I think you might have killed me," she says, propping herself on one elbow and looking at the pair of them, still glistening with sweat, naked, beautiful. "You've ruined me for anyone else for a while, that's for sure."
"That's what I like to hear," Billy beams.
"Outstanding," Dom says. "Totally fucking outstanding, that was." He sits up. "Now I'm going to have a shower and I reckon I'll sleep like a baby tonight." Billy swats him on the bum and he heads out of the room.
"You going to be okay?" Billy asks. Miranda's overwhelmed, exhausted and incredibly happy.
"Yeah, very." She looks down at Billy. "Thanks."
"Hey, it was my pleasure. And Dom's," Billy grins. "And there's lots more where that came from."
"I look forward to it," Miranda purrs.
Billy's sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed. "Will you be all right finding the bathroom and everything?" Miranda nods. "Make yourself at home, help yourself to anything you find in the kitchen."
"Thanks!" Miranda says, and stretches luxuriously. She watches Billy gather up his clothes.
"See you in the morning," he says, and with a last beaming grin, he's gone.
Miranda lies there for a while, and it gradually dawns on her that she's alone for the night. It's not what she'd expected, and a pang of regret takes the edge off her euphoria. If she's honest with herself, she'd no idea what she'd expected in coming here. Other than sex, anyway - and that's certainly going well so far. But to be alone, in this bed, after such intimacy - it seems wrong, somehow. They never promised you anything, she reminds herself sternly. Sighing, Miranda hauls herself off the bed and her suitcase on to it. I'm an adult, damn it, I don't need a teddy bear. She opens her suitcase, retrieves her wash bag, and heads to the bathroom.