Elliott, Julian and Dria

Literotic asexstories – Elliott, Julian and Dria by lightandshadows,lightandshadows
Julian

I watch Elliott from the doorway of the kitchen. He’s wearing low slung sweatpants and nothing else. I want to trace my tongue along the notches at his hips. He sways and dips to the “fuck metal” music playing in the background. I admire the phoenix tattoo that dances across his back, the wings brushing up and over his shoulders. It’s a magnificent piece of art. He’s a magnificent piece of art.

I step into the kitchen rolling up my sleeves. “Need any help?”

He turns to face me, smiling. “Hello, dear,” he says playfully. I lean in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. His stubble scratches against my lips. It’s delicious and I love it.

“What’ch makin’?” I ask as I grab his waist pulling him to me. I grind my hips against his in little circular motions.

“Chicken thighs with chili sauce and yellow rice.” He replies grinding his cock against mine.

“Do we have time?” I ask cocking my head to the side.

“When have we ever been able to have a quickie?” He asks laughingly.

He’s right of course. We never can. It always turns into more.

I grab a couple plates from the cabinet and silverware from the drawer placing them on the table. Elliott dishes out a couple helpings of food onto the plates then sits beside me.

“I saw that curvy redhead in the lobby again today.” Elliott starts. “I tried talking to her as usual. She flirted a little but didn’t stay long.”

One floor below us lives a very voluptuous, very intriguing redhead. Elliott and I have both tried talking to her, even flirting a little. She seems mildly interested.

“I feel like we are missing something with her. I mean neither of us smells, also we are both reasonably handsome,” I say with a grin. “I mean I’m clearly the most handsome of the two but-“Elliot leans across the table grabbing me by the chin.

“Clearly,” he says kissing along my jaw.

“Hmm,” I groan. “Dinner is going to get cold,”

“Let it. I can reheat it.”

After not a quickie and a reheated dinner Elliott and I decide ice cream or something equally as sweet is in order. That’s when we bump into a stunning redhead in the lobby to our apartment building. She inclines her head toward us as she passes by.

“Gentlemen,” she says in a husky voice. Her lush lips curve over the word.

Elliott and I turn in unison, both acutely aware of this woman.

“Good evening,” I say extending my hand. “I’m Julian.”

She smiles extending her had as well. “I’m Alexandria but please, call me Dria.”

“Dria,” Elliot smiles. “I’m Elliott.”

She smiles Elliott’s way, curling a strand of hair over her ear. Her hair hangs in soft auburn waves down her back.

“Elliott.” At that moment the elevator dings and she steps in.

“Nice to meet you gentlemen,” she smiles wickedly, and the doors close.

Elliott

It’s two weeks before we see Dria again in the lobby of the building. It’s been storming all day, and she stands in the lobby searching through a large handbag for something she obviously isn’t finding.

“Hey, neighbor,” I say as we stand before her. “Need some help with something?”

“Unless you can teleport the keys, I left on my kitchen counter to me or magically make a spare appear in my bag then no.” Her hair drips into little rivulets down her face. Her clothes are plastered to curves I’d like to get my hands on. She drops her shopping bag into the floor and stomps her foot a little.

“Could the super let you in?” Julian asks.

“Wouldn’t you know it he’s out of the building for the next couple of hours. I just hung up with him. So, it looks like I’m out of luck.”

This woman is captivating. Her clear blue eyes flash in irritation. Julian and I look at each other communicating silently. This could be our chance with her.

“Come up to our place,” I begin. “The least we can do is get you a towel.”

Dria cocks her head to the side. She seems to be making a decision.

“Sure.” Picking up her shopping bag, “Can I store my ice cream in your freezer? I had just run out to do a little shopping when the storm caught me.”

I’d let her store anything she wanted anywhere she wanted if it got her up to our apartment.

“Of course,” I say. I punch the button to call the elevator. Once the bell dings and the doors open, I motion for her to walk in. She does, swaying her hips.

I look to Julian and smile. This woman is sublime.

Julian

Elliot keys open the door once we get to our floor.

“Right this way,” I show Dria in. Elliott takes her shopping bag from her hands taking the ice cream out and putting it in the freezer. I slip down the hall to the bathroom to grab a towel. Before returning to the entry way, I make a detour to mine and Elliott’s bedroom to grab a pair of drawstring shorts and a t-shirt.

“Here,” I offer the towel and clothes. “I thought you might want to throw your things into the dryer while you wait.”

Dria takes the items from me brushing her hand across mine. A spark of electricity crackles between as she thanks me.

“The bathroom is down the hall and on the left if you’d like to change.”

“That’s perfect actually. Thank you again.” She says before she turns toward the bathroom.

“She’s gorgeous,” Elliott whispers.

She most definitely is. I want her. I probably shouldn’t but I do. I can tell Elliott wants her by the tenting of his jeans.

“We have to make her ours,” I breathe. Yes, we definitely do.

Dria

I’d seen these guys often. They are obviously together, I think. I’ve seen them holding hands leaving the apartment building. I’ve even spied them kissing a couple of times. So damn hot.

I change into the clothes Julian gave me. The shorts are huge on me, but the drawstring will hold them up. The t-shirt stretches across my breasts a little tighter than I’d like but beggars can’t be choosers, right. I’d love to beg from them, I think a little naughtily. Then I giggle to myself. They are gay, and in no way interested in me. It’s fun to fantasize though.

Elliott

I throw Dria’s clothes into the dryer before she returns. I can hear the soft click of the clothes turning in the drum. I pour each of us a glass of wine and motion for Dria to join us in the living room.

I notice the t-shirt clinging to her curves. I look to Julian. He has changed into a pair of navy sweatpants and a gray t-shirt. He’s barely concealing the hard-on he’s developing.

“Your place is nice,” Dria says looking around. She takes a seat in the armchair. Julian and I take a seat next to each other on the sofa. He drapes his hand over my knee. Dria’s eyes go soft.

She is so into us. Now all we have to do is make sure she knows we are into her. I lean forward placing my elbows on my knees, my shirt sleeves pulled up showing off my tattooed arms. It’s a shameless show off but hey, we do what we can. Her eyes travel to my arms taking in all the ink. I hope to god she likes tattoos.

“Tell us about yourself,” I urge.

“Not much to tell really.” She starts. I seriously doubt that.

“I work as an art director for a sappy woman’s magazine, I have no pets and my hobbies are boring.” She laughs.

“I doubt they are boring. What are they,” Julian asks. I know he is trying to get her to relax.

“I read a lot. All kinds of things: romance, mystery, fantasy,” she emphasizes with a lift of her brow. Oh, she’s flirting now. I love it.

“What about you guys. What do you do?”

I jump up and grab a book from a cabinet handing it to her. It’s a portfolio of my work.

She thumbs through the book. She concentrates on the pages. “And these are all tattoos you’ve done?” She asks in amazement.

“Every single one. It’s a lot of work but I love it.”

She flips through a few more pages stopping on my favorite; a back piece of skulls with a tree growing out of them. The roots all gnarly and bent, the tree lush and green.

“This is beautiful,” she says. “How long did this take?”

I know this piece well. This is the back piece I etched into Julian’s skin.

“This took nine sessions of six hours each.”

“It’s stunning.”

“Would you like to see the piece it’s self?” Julian asks.

“It’s your’s?” Dria asks excitedly.

Julian pulls his shirt over his head one handed. He stands there a moment to let Dria take in the site. He looks good and he knows it. He works hard in the gym to have taut muscles. Her eyes dip down to the six pack he flexes, down to the notches at his hips.

“Oh,” she gasps. Julian turns to allow her to see his back. There in bold color is the tattoo she had admired in the portfolio. The photo is a good representation of the piece, but nothing beats seeing it in person.

Dria steps forward lifting her hand as if to trail it along Julian’s back but drops it.

“How did you sit still for that long?” She asks in awe.

“It wasn’t hard really. Once you get into the groove it’s kind of meditative.”

Dria turns as if to go back to her chair. I catch her by the hand.

“You’ve got to know we want you?” I ask tentatively.

“Do I?” She questions then smiles wickedly. “Why should I know that?”

Oh, she’s playing now. There is no missing Julian’s straining cock in his sweatpants. Mine pulls against my jeans.

“What am I supposed to do about it?”

Julian

I step behind Dria and pull her red waves from her neck. I lean in and nuzzle along her ear with my nose. “You could be with us,” I breathe.

Dria shivers as Elliott steps in front of her. He runs his hand along her jaw and into her hair.

“Play with us,” he breathes. He dips his lips down to hers. He kisses her a moment before I bury my hands into her hair turning her head over her shoulder to mine so I can kiss her too.

“Will you play with us?” I ask for further permission.

Dria turns her body to face me, snaking her arms around my neck. She presses her lips to mine. It is an urgent kiss. She opens immediately to let my tongue massage hers. I put my hands around both sides of her face pulling her closer.

Elliott pulls his own shirt off. All his glorious ink is on display. The lion tattoo that covers his chest, the sleeve to his right arm. And the phoenix I know is on his back.

Elliott grinds his hips against Dria’s ass. She turns back to him kissing him with the same urgency she had me.

I lead them both to the bedroom. Once through the door, I push Dria agains the wall. I breathe in her scent. Cinnamon and wildflower. An intriguing combination.

I kiss along her jaw as she palms me through my sweatpants. She rubs up and down my shaft. I push my hips forward into her hand.

“We want you,” I say again.

“Then have me.”

Dria

I make quick work of removing the shorts and t-shirt.

As I palm Julian through his pants Elliott steps behind me and grinds his hips against my ass. Not wanting him to feel left out I turn back to him. That’s when I notice the ink on display. He is breath taking.

I drop my gaze down to Elliott’s belt. I reach out and unbuckle it, pulling it from its loops. I run my hand down his length over his pants. He hisses in appreciation.

“Please, Dria,” he starts.

I know what he wants. I pull his zipper down and ease his jeans down his legs. He wears no underwear so his cock springs forward bobbing against his belly. It is glorious. It’s not long but it is thick. I reach out my hand to grasp it. I can’t close my hand around it. I give it a pump up and down.

“Yes,” Julian says from behind me. “He likes it hard.”

I grasp tighter and pump harder. Elliott bucks his hips forward, rocking against my hand. I drop to my knees and put him in my mouth. I’m not sure who moans louder, Elliott or Julian. Adjusting to the girth I slowly move my mouth up and down. I swallow him down as he hits the back of my throat. It’s a tight fit.

Elliott pulls away from me grasping my hand to pull me up. He turns my body toward Julian.

Julian has pulled off his sweatpants and stands gloriously naked in front of me. I lean forward to kiss his chest. He flexes and his muscles ripple under my lips. I trail my hand across his abs, and I dip my thumb into the notches above his hips. I palm him again. This time skin against skin. He growls. I smile.

Julian grabs me by the throat, squeezing slightly. My eyes go round then soft. This is what I want. I want the hard side of them.

Julian leans forward and I think he is going to kiss me again, but he angles over my head to kiss Elliott. It’s so fucking hot. I step from between them to stand back and watch. They deepen the kiss and grind their hips against each other. Their cocks sliding together.

I watch a few moments before they both turn their heads to look at me. “Come back,” Julian says.

I step forward looking from one to the other trying to decide who to touch first. Elliott steps forward pushing me against the bed until my knees hit the edge. I fall to the bed. Before I can get comfortable Elliott bends down grabbing me from under my legs hauling me to the edge. He drops to his knees and puts his mouth on me. He goes straight for my clit. Soft slow strokes. It’s maddening. Then he inserts two fingers into my core.

“Julian, she’s so wet for us,” Elliot groans.

“Let me feel,” Julian sticks in a finger over Elliott’s. Both sliding their fingers in and out I buck my hips.

Elliott drops his face back between my thighs, licking and sucking. Julian stretches out beside me. He twists and pinches my nipples until they are hard peaks. I begin panting from Elliott’s ministrations. I sink one hand into his hair bringing him closer to me. I rock my hips against his face. I pull Julian over for another kiss. I trace my tongue along the seam of his lips. I breathe harder knowing I’m about to come. I grind against Elliott’s face as he lathes his tongue against me. I shatter, coming completely undone.

Julian kisses along my throat and up to my ear. “This is just an appetizer my girl.”

Damn.

Julian

I love watching Elliott’s head bob back and forth between Dria’s legs. When she comes all over his face I lean in for a kiss. I can taste her all over him. I love it. I lick her juices from his lips.

I dip my head down to his shoulder then down to kiss his collarbone. He’s so sensitive there.

We both stretch out beside Dria. I continue playing with her nipples. I rub my palms across the hard peaks.

I skate my hand down her rounded belly down to her sex. She’s still dripping wet from coming before. I slide finger in slowly. She circles her hips in a slow rhythm, her clit colliding with my palm. I could make her come again just like this but the next orgasm I want around my cock.

“Dria, straddle me,” I say holding my cock up. She throws her leg over my hip then sinks down on to my length. She groans as she takes all of me. I start moving my hips up and down and she rocks back and forth grinding her clit against my pelvis.

Elliott smiles. He gasps his cock in his hand giving it a couple of pumps.

“You know what I want,” he says over Dria’s shoulder. She turns her head to kiss him. Their tongues play together.

Elliott grabs a bottle of lubricant snicking the top open. He applies a generous amount to himself and to me. He kneels between my legs pressing himself against me. I hold my hips still as he pushes forward. He flexes his hips pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. He picks up his pace. Dria is grinding herself against me. Elliott is pumping into me. I am in heaven.

It isn’t long before Dria comes all around me. She drips onto my pelvis. She falls forward. Her breasts brushing my pecks.

Elliott becomes more erratic with his movements. He’s about to come too. “Come on her back,” I direct.

A moment later Elliott pulls from me and jacks his orgasm onto Dria’s back. It splashes onto my face. I wipe it with my finger sliding it into my mouth. God this was the best.