"You look nervous," Halsey whispered, pressing her thigh against yours on the velvet sofa. The hotel suite smelled like jasmine and spilled liquor, the air thick enough to choke on. Ellie's laugh cut through it, sharp and bright as she stood, her silver dress clinging to every curve.
You wanted to process how this all happen. How one minute, you were just chilling at the bar with a couple drinks, to now being in a hotel room with two famous pop stars who both seemed like they had more than just chilling on their minds. Ellie seemed to have other plans then just standing and watching you contimplate the situation, causing you to snap back to reality and listen to her.
"Darling, he's not nervous," Ellie purred, her British accent dripping like honey. "He's waiting." She hooked a finger under the strap of her dress, letting it slide down her shoulder without breaking eye contact.
Halsey's hand found your knee, nails digging in just enough to sting. "Think he knows what he signed up for?" she asked, tilting her head. Ellie's smile turned wicked as she stepped closer, the slit in her dress parting to reveal bare skin all the way up her thigh.
"Oh, he knows."
Ellie's voice dropped to a husk as she let the other strap fall, the silver fabric pooling at her waist before she shrugged it off completely. No bra or panties. No fucking hesitation. Just the slow roll of her hips as she stepped out of the dress, one stiletto pressing into the carpet beside your foot.
Halsey exhaled through her nose, fingers tightening on your thigh. "Look at him," she muttered, half-laughing. "Like a rabbit in headlights." Her free hand yanked at the tie around her own neck, the silk hissing as it came loose. "You wanna touch her? Go on." A shove against your shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to knock you over, just enough to make you sway toward Ellie's waiting body.
The Brit caught your chin, thumb dragging over your bottom lip. "Say "please"," she murmured, and the way her accent curled around the word sent a jolt straight down to a different place you'd love to see her mouth. Behind you, Halsey's laugh was dark as she leaned in, her teeth grazing your ear. "Bet he'll beg prettier than you did in Berlin, girl."
"Wait, you two knew each other before now?" you asked.
"Duh! Did you think we just met today?" Halsey asked back, although you could tell she wasn't being serious.
Ellie's grip turned sharp. "You wound me." But she was smiling when she pulled you up by the collar, her other hand working open your belt with practiced ease. Halsey's breath hitched when Ellie finally palmed you through your trousers, her voice gone rough. "Fuck, look at that. You are desperate, aren't you?"
The carpet burned your knees when they pushed you down. Above you, Ellie arched a brow, her fingers tangled in Halsey's hair as the American knelt beside you. "Now," Ellie sighed, spreading her legs just enough to make your vision blur, "who's been good enough to earn my cunt first?"
The insane looking smile Halsey gave insured that it would be her. She dragged a hand up Ellie's inner thigh, nails leaving small scratches. "Not him," she said, and then her mouth was on Ellie, tongue flat against her, sucking hard enough to make the Brit gasp. Ellie's hips jerked forward, her heel catching your shoulder. "Yes, just like." Her words dissolved into a moan, head tilting back.
You didn't realize you'd moved until Halsey's hand locked around your wrist, her lips wet and shining when she pulled away. "Uh-uh," she chided, pressing your palm flat to the floor. "You watch." Ellie's hand fisted in Halsey's hair, forcing her back in. Ellie shuddered, thighs trembling. "Fuck me properly or don't- oh don't fucking bother," she said in a tone of slight annoyance, but her hips were rolling, chasing Halsey's mouth like she couldn't stop.
Halsey laughed against her, the vibration drawing a whimper from Ellie's throat. "Make me," she taunted, and Ellie moved, shoving her onto her back with a growl. The Brit straddled her face without any sence of tact, grinding down as Halsey's hands gripped her ass. "That's it," Ellie panted, eyes slitted as she looked down at you. "See what happens when you're greedy?"
Your belt clattered to the floor as she reached for you, pulling you up by the hair. Her kiss tasted like a mix of champagne and Halsey's cum, her tongue sharp and demanding. "Now fuck her," she breathed against your mouth, nodding toward Halsey. "While I watch."
Halsey spread her legs the second you turned, her skirt already flipped up around her waist. No panties just like Ellie, only smooth skin and the glint of a silver ring through her lower lips as she smirked. "Better make it good," she said, but the challenge in her voice cracked when you dragged her closer, her thighs tensing around your hips. Behind you, Ellie's breath hitched. "Look at you," she murmured, her palm warm between your shoulder blades. "Taking what you're given like a good boy."
The first thrust had a gasp coming from Halsey's throat, her fingers scrabbling at your shirt. "Fuck, fuck." Her hips jerked up to meet yours, the wet slap of skin drowning out whatever else she might've tried to say. Ellie's laugh curled around you, her nails biting into your back as she leaned close. "She likes it rough," she whispered, her accent making that sound like just about the hottest thing in the universe. "Don't you, darling?" Halsey's moan was answer enough, her heels digging into you as you drove into her harder.
Ellie's hand slid between you, her fingers circling Halsey's clit with ruthless precision. The American arched off the floor with a cry, her muscles clenching around you. "Come on," Ellie taunted, twisting her wrist just the way she knew Halsey liked it. "Show him how loud you can get." Halsey's thighs shook, her mouth falling open on a silent scream before she let out a scream so loud you were afraid other people might hear her. Ellie's teeth grazed your ear. "Now pull out."
The command snapped through you like a whip. You barely had time to register the cold air against your skin before Ellie was shoving you onto your knees, her hand tight in your hair. "My turn," she purred. Her fingers dug into your shoulders as you buried your face between her thighs, her taste flooding your tongue. "God, yes, just like that." Her hips moved forward, grinding against your mouth as Halsey watched, her own fingers trailing lazily between her legs.
Ellie's climax hit like a storm, her thighs clamping around your head as she cursed, her accent thickening with every broken syllable. "Fucking hell." She yanked you up by the hair, her lips swollen from biting them. "Behind me," she ordered, turning onto her hands and knees with a shiver. "Now."
Halsey's grin was feral as she crawled closer, her mouth finding Ellie's in a filthy kiss. "Told you he'd beg prettier," she quipped, Ellie's laughter dissolving into a moan as you pressed into her, her back arching as you fucked her from behind. "Harder," she demanded, and you obeyed.
The Brit's fingers dug into the carpet, her voice cracking on your name. Halsey watched from the side, one hand pinching her own nipple, the other feeling up Ellie from behind. "Look at you," she breathed, a look of pure lust and want on her face. "Taking it like you were made for him."
Whatever Ellie was going to come back with was muffled against the floor, her hips pushing back to meet every thrust from you. Halsey's fingers slipped between Ellie's thighs from behind, stroking in time with your movements, and the Brit shook, her legs locking around you.
"Fuck, fuck." Ellie's voice shattered on the word, her accent dissolving into pure need. Her fingers twisting and her knuckles turning white. Halsey's laughter was low and breathless as she leaned down, licking Ellie's cheek. "You gonna come again?" she asked, her teeth scraping Ellie's skin. "Bet he'll feel it when you do."
Ellie's response was lost in a choked moan, her body tensing. You felt it the second she broke. The way she clenched around you, the way her thighs trembled, the bitten-off cry that sounded more pain than pleasure. Halsey's palm cracked against Ellie's ass, the sharp sound making you both jolt. "Again," she ordered, and Ellie whimpered, her hips still jerking through the aftershock.
The Brit's hand shot back, fingers tangling in your hair as she dragged your mouth to hers. The kiss was messy, all teeth and shared breath, her tongue hot against yours. "Don't stop," she panted, pulling away just enough to speak. "Fucking ruin me." Her nails raked down your chest, actually drawing blood, the sting sharp and bright.
Behind you, Halsey rose, her shadow stretching across the tangled mess of limbs you and Ellie had turned into. Her fingers traced the curve of Ellie's spine, lingering at the base before sliding lower. "Look at you," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of Ellie's neck. "All wrecked and still greedy." Her other hand found yours, guiding it to Ellie's clit. "Make her scream."
Ellie's breath hitched when your fingers circled her, her hips moving into your touch. Halsey's mouth found yours over Ellie's shoulder, filling your senses with her lips. "Do it," she whispered against your mouth, and you obeyed, fingers working Ellie faster, harder, until her whole body shook with another orgasm.
Halsey's laughter was dark with triumph as she watched the Brit fall apart, her own fingers dripping where they'd been between her thighs. "Beautiful," she whispered, pressing a kiss to Ellie's lips. "Now keep going."
The command lit a fire in your gut. Ellie's body was still pulsing around you, her moans reduced to quick gasps. Halsey's nails dug into your hips, urging you deeper. "F-fuck" Her voice was wrecked, her accent slipping into something rougher, needier. "Don't you dare, oh god. Don't stop."
Halsey's lips curled as she leaned in, her breath hot against Ellie's ear. "Think he's got another one in him?" she taunted, her teeth taking a sharp bite at Ellie's neck. Ellie jerked like she'd been shocked, a broken noise escaping her throat as you thrust harder, chasing your own release now. The Brit's thighs trembled, her cunt clenching rhythmically around you, still coming.
"Yes, right there." Ellie's words dissolved into a sob as Halsey's hand slid between her legs again, fingers rubbing tight circles over her oversensitive clit. The Brit's whole body locked up, her scream muffled against the floor. You felt it the second she tipped over the edge again. The way her hips snapped back against yours like she couldn't decide whether to pull away or beg for more.
The look on Halsey's face was pure wickedness as she watched Ellie fall apart again. "Told you," she laughed. "She's insatiable." Ellie's only response was a shuddering groan as you thrusted deeper into her.
For a second, the only sound was the two women's harsh, uneven nmingled breathing. Then Halsey's fingers tightened in your hair, pulling your head back to meet her gaze. Her eyes were shining with want, her lipstick smeared beyond recognition. "Good boy," she said, her thumb swiping over your lower lip. "Now clean her up."
Ellie's breathless laugh was half a moan as she collapsed onto her side, her legs still trembling. "Bastard," she gasped, but her thighs fell open anyway, her fingers tangling in your hair as you knelt between them. Halsey's smirk was the last thing you saw before Ellie's taste flooded your mouth again.
The Brit arched off the floor with a hissed "Fuck," her hips jerking against your tongue like she couldn't help it. Halsey's fingers traced the damp curve of Ellie's waist. "Still so sensitive," she mused, pinching Ellie's nipple hard enough to make her partially scream. "Bet you could come just from his mouth right now."
Ellie's answering groan vibrated through you, her thighs clamping around your head as you sucked her clit slow and filthy. Halsey watched, transfixed, as Ellie's fingers twisted in the sheets, her accent shattered beyond recognition. "Please."
Halsey's palm cracked against Ellie's thigh. "You don't get to beg," she said, but her voice was rough with want. Ellie's head thrashed against the floor.
You didn't stop until Ellie was breaking apart again. Halsey's breath hitched as she watched, her own fingers once again slipping between her legs. "Fuck," she said, her hips rocking against her hand. "Look at you."
Ellie's fingers tightened in your hair, dragging you up her body until your lips met hers. The kiss tasted like her, like Halsey, like the champagne they'd spilled down each other's throats earlier. "Now her," Ellie breathed against your mouth, nodding toward Halsey.
The American's grin was feral as she sprawled back on the bed, her thighs already glistening. "Better make it quick," she taunted, but the challenge in her voice cracked when you bit the inside of her thigh. Ellie's laughter curled around you both, her fingers tracing Halsey's ribs as you lowered your head.
Halsey came with your name on her lips, her back arching off the mattress. Ellie's mouth found hers in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as you worked her through it. When you finally pulled away, Halsey's chest was heaving, her pupils blown wide.
Ellie's fingers brushed your jaw, her thumb wiping the wetness from your chin. "Good boy," she murmured, and her smile was the last thing you saw before the world went black.
The End
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