One Shots

“Kacey, remind me again why we needed a couch this big?” Ryan asked, trying to disguise the clear amusement in his tone.

Kacey glared at Ryan. “I didn’t think it’d be this fucking big, okay? I figured we needed a big couch because you’re so tall and also the last time we fucked on our old couch, we fell off and missed hitting the coffee table by about an inch.”

The two stared at the item in question, a large sectional sofa that looked more like a bed than an actual seating arrangement. When Ryan had bought the house so he could finally move out of his bachelor pad and Kacey could move in with him, he had been wowed by the large, open living room. The couch, however, had done a very effective job of making the room look about half the size.

Kacey shrugged and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of liquor and two glasses before returning. “Nothing we can do about it now, so how about a toast to the monstrosity?”
She filled up two glasses. handed one to Ryan, and raised hers in a mock cheers. “To the strangest investment we have ever made and probably will ever make. May it be comfortable and hopefully it will endear itself to us in time,” she toasted, then drained the contents of her glass.

A few glasses later and Kacey was tipsy enough to find the sofa more amusing than annoying. Ryan on the other hand, was a little more adept at handling his alcohol and therefore was still not nearly inebriated enough to appreciate the humor of the situation.

Kacey flopped down on the couch, wriggling around until she found a comfortable spot. Ryan eyed her suspiciously, wary of her new-found enthusiasm for the new furniture. “Oh come on, you big baby. It’s really not that bad.”

He wrinkled his nose. “It’s pretty bad.”

She reached up, grabbing his hand and dragging him down beside her. Kacey’s bright eyes
watched him intently, trying to figure out his thoughts. “Okay, so it’s much better than it looks,” he sheepishly admitted, letting his body relax into the plush fabric. Before Kacey could respond with an ‘I told you so,’ he continued, “It’s still fucking huge, though. Especially considering there are only two of us here. And it’s kind of an eyesore.”

Kacey rolled onto her side, running one hand over his body, feeling the hard planes of his abs through the thin fabric of his shirt, before she finally reached the waistband of his jeans. “Bigger couch just means more room for us to fuck,” she purred, her hand still running over his body.

Ryan laughed. “We’d need to have a foursome in order to justify the size of this couch.“

Kacey tried to giggle, but her giggles turned to drunken hiccups. “Let’s invite over Taylor and Amanda before they leave for New Jersey.”

Her boyfriend stifled a smirk at her drunken state. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Fuck yes. Amanda is really hot and I know you and Taylor have always wanted to have a threesome. So this is basically one step better, right? I’ve thought about it a few times.” She paused before rambling on, the alcohol clearly having opened the door to a lot of unsaid thoughts. “I once thought of Amanda when I got off. I mean, I feel a little guilty about it, but also, have you seen her? Who wouldn’t be into her?”

Ryan stifled his laughter, knowing fully well that she’d barely remember a word of this in the morning. He let Kacey continue to babble incoherently, until she finally talked herself to sleep. Lying there with her body pressed to his, the gears in Ryan’s head began to turn.

He knew that Kacey had always wanted to bring another girl into their bed, but a foursome was something that they’d never talked about until now. He couldn’t deny that the idea was kind of appealing. Before he could second-guess himself, he sent a text to Taylor.

Kacey, of course, was completely unaware that (a) she had even admitted her fantasies to Ryan and (b) that he was intending to act on them. That was until a week later when Ryan and Taylor decided to organize a double date to the movies and the four ended up in the back row of an otherwise empty theater, the girls sitting next to each other with their boyfriends on the other side.

When the movie started, Kacey allowed herself to lose herself in the plotline, but her mind was pulled back to the real world when she felt a hand on her thigh. Her first thought was that it must be Ryan, but the soft and gentle touch couldn’t have contrasted further with Ryan’s calloused hands, rough and firm thanks to years of hockey. Instead, she looked down to see was Amanda’s hand resting upon her leg.

Her breathing quickened and her pulse raced as Amanda’s long, delicate fingers skimmed over the skin between her knee and the hem of her skirt, making Kacey painfully aware of just how much her skirt had ridden up up on her thigh.

Shifting uncomfortably, she glanced around, but the two boys were seemingly engrossed in
the movie. Amanda’s eyes faced forward, but a smile played across her lips as her fingers moved ever higher, now beginning to push Kacey’s skirt upwards.

When one of Amanda’s hands gently forced her knees apart and began to move down the inside of her thigh, Kacey began to squirm, desperate for Amanda’s touch and yet feeling so guilty for the way her body was reacting to someone else, especially with Ryan seated right next to her.

When one of Amanda’s fingers traced her panty-covered slit, Kacey finally couldn’t take it anymore and reached out to stop her movements. But before she could do anything, Ryan’s hand had clamped around her wrist, tugging it into his lap. When she met his eyes, his predatory gaze sent a rush of heat southwards.

“What, you don’t want this anymore? Don’t want Amanda to get you off? Don’t want to feel her fingers inside your pussy?” he purred, his grip on her wrist not loosening.

Kacey could barely muster up more than a whimper, as Amanda’s fingers continued to apply light pressure through the thin lace of her underwear.

Ryan moved closer to her, his grip still tight around her wrist. “You have to answer me, babe. Do you want this?”

As he asked that question, Amanda pushed aside her panties, now running her fingers over her outer lips. “Yes,” Kacey replied, her voice breathy and light.

By now, even Taylor’s eyes were on Kacey, focused on how her body reacted to every move Amanda made. She tried to roll her hips on the chair to get more of Amanda’s teasing touch, and when Amanda’s finger slipped inside her slick channel, Kacey let out a moan, before clapping a hand over her mouth, suddenly remembering that they were in public.

“No one else is here, I want to hear you,” Amanda admonished, adding a second finger. Kacey’s eyes still darted around wildly as if someone may enter the theater any minute, but the only noise was coming from the screen, still playing the movie that the four had all but forgotten about.

Amanda’s long, delicate fingers suddenly curled inside her, drawing a high-pitched squeak from Kacey as Amanda effortlessly hit her g-spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kacey whined, feeling like a string being pulled too tightly, about ready to snap.

Ryan leaned towards her, kissing her as one hand slid over her body and under her skirt to toy with her swollen clit. As soon as he tugged it between his fingers, Kacey went tumbling over the edge, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.

“You look so fucking beautiful like that, coming apart on my fingers,” Amanda cooed, as she brought her fingers to her lips, swirling her tongue around her index finger. “So fucking delicious.”

Before she could lick Kacey’s juices off of her second finger, Taylor caught Amanda’s hand and took her finger into his mouth. “I now understand why Ryan doesn’t eat dessert when we go out,” he commented, his tone playful but his eyes betraying the pure lust behind his words.

Kacey let out a weak chuckle, as Ryan laughed beside her. Then, as if nothing had happened, they turned their attention back to the movie, although Kacey’s mind would not stop replaying the previous moment for the remainder of the film.

Finally, on their way out of the theater, Kacey tugged Ryan away from Taylor and Amanda, so she could talk privately. “What was that back there?”

“Didn’t you like it?”

“Yes, I liked it, but that’s not the point,” she snapped.

“You’re the one who admitted that you got off to the thoughts of Amanda and that you wanted to have a foursome with them before they left for Jersey to break in that terrible couch.”

“First of all, I have no idea how you know about that and I’m not sure I even want to know because I’m sure it’ll be embarrassing for me. But secondly, I fucking love you for this.” She knotted her fingers in his short hair, forcing his head down until she could kiss him deeply, pulling away before they got too many disapproving stares from the parents in the theater concourse.

When the four finally entered Ryan and Kacey’s house after a car ride rife with sexual tension, an uncomfortable silence fell over them. For a second, everyone stared at each other hesitantly, no one wanting to make the first move. Finally, Kacey dropped her skirt and thong before yanking off her shirt and unhooking her bra.

“Well, if we’re uncomfortable with nudity, this is going to be an awkward night,” she deadpanned, raising her eyebrow as she tossed her bra at Ryan, who responded with an eyebrow raise and wide grin before following suit and stripping, Amanda and Taylor following closely behind.

Kacey gave Ryan a peck on the lips as he guided her towards Taylor. Without hesitation, Kacey knelt in front of him, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. Although he was not as long as Ryan, what he lacked in length, he made up for in thickness. She took his tip between her lips, as her hand continued to work the rest of his length. When Taylor’s patience with her teasing ran out, he knotted one of his big hands into her black hair, forcing his cock deeper.

Beside them, Ryan sat on the edge of the couch, patiently waiting for Amanda to make the first move. As she enthusiastically took his cock into her mouth, his hands drifted to her hair, stroking it gently but never applying much pressure.

When he glanced over at Kacey, Taylor was guiding his cock further down her throat until she gagged around him, her fingers denting his thighs as she tried to keep herself steady.

Despite his implicit trust in Taylor, he couldn’t help but feel protective of his girlfriend, a feeling that immediately subsided when he saw her move one hand between her thighs, rubbing herself as Taylor continued to guide her movements.

He could hear the noises of pleasure coming from her, muffled by Taylor’s cock in her mouth. Ryan was oh-so-familiar with those sounds, because she made those same noises for him when he was getting her off and she was loving every second of it. And yet here she was, mewling and whimpering for Taylor and he’d be damned if it wasn’t turning him on just as much as when she did it for him.

Delicately, Ryan pulled Amanda away from his cock, nearly chuckling at the sweet look of disappointment on her soft features. He got up from the bed, laying on his back on the floor and moving until his head was between Kacey’s legs, his favorite place in the world.

When his tongue fluttered across her clit, Kacey let go of Taylor’s cock long enough to let out a scream of appreciation. As much as Ryan’s ego benefitted from her outburst, he had other plans. “Don’t stop, baby,” he said, barely keeping himself under control, “I love to see Taylor’s cock in your mouth.”

Kacey dutifully returned her attention to Taylor’s dick, as Ryan’s skilled tongue danced across her slit, varying pattern and pressure until she was panting around Taylor’s length, desperate for release.

Amanda moved next to Kacey, kneeling on the carpet. Kacey adjusted her actions to trail her tongue along one side of Taylor’s cock as Amanda worked the other side, finally coming to his tip and gathering every drop of precome on her tongue. One of Taylor’s hands maintained its place in Kacey’s hair, but his other hand moved to the back of Amanda’s head, allowing him to guide her motions.

The two girls worked in tandem, Kacey hollowing out her cheeks to take him fully between her lips as Amanda focused her attention on his balls, tracing them with a finger before using her mouth, almost causing Taylor to lose any control he may have had over the situation.

Kacey finally came, bracing her hands on the floor as Ryan continued to work through her orgasm, his tongue lapping up every drop. As she collapsed on the floor next to him, Amanda took over her position, deep-throating Taylor until he released, swallowing him down.

Ryan grabbed Kacey’s hips, pulling her onto her knees so that her forearms were braced on the couch. Without a moment’s pause, he slammed into her pussy. Taylor took a seat on the couch, watching the scene in front of him as he recovered. When Amanda moved to sit beside him, Kacey stopped her. “I want you here,” she gestured to the seat directly in front of her.

Amanda did as she was asked, spreading her legs as Kacey tugged her closer to the edge of the sofa, immediately dragging her fingers across her cunt as Amanda gasped in surprise. “Look at you, so wet just from sucking cock. I can’t wait to taste you,” she purred, her breath ghosting over Amanda’s sensitive skin.

Ryan was surprised he hadn’t shot off the second his girlfriend started dirty talking to Amanda, and when Kacey pressed the flat of her tongue to Amanda’s slit, feeling the other girl squirm against her mouth, it took every ounce of control left in his body not to lose it then and there.

Amanda was entirely entranced by the sight in front of her, by Kacey’s face buried in her dripping cunt and by Ryan, buried balls deep in Kacey’s pussy. She reached over to palm Taylor’s cock, feeling him begin to harden in her hand.

Amanda was eternally grateful that she was seated because her legs were beginning to quiver with the tension building in her body. As soon as Kacey felt Amanda’s muscles clench and tighten, she harassed her clit with her tongue until Amanda came, sobbing out Kacey’s name.

When she finally could see straight again, Amanda turned her attention to her boyfriend, whose cock was hard again and standing at attention. Thank heavens for hockey players’ stamina, she thought to herself.

She straddled Taylor’s heavily muscled thighs, sinking down onto his cock. She moaned, as his hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements. His fingers very quickly began to wander, playing with her puckered hole, smirking at the way a shiver ran up her spine. Looking up, Taylor locked eyes with Ryan, the two friends sharing a silent conversation.

“You look so fucking good, baby. Do you want a cock in your ass, do you want two cocks in you at once?” Taylor whispered.

Amanda nodded furiously. “Fuck….oh yes.”

Taylor used a few slicked up fingers to prepare her ass, loving the way her pussy clenched around him as his fingers moved inside her. He tapped her leg, signalling her to get up, before turning her around so her back was now flat against his chest, her legs spread wide.

Ryan pulled out of Kacey, causing her to let out a plaintive whine, as he gave her a sympathetic pat on the ass. While he moved between Amanda’s legs, Kacey climbed onto the couch, kneeling beside Taylor and leaning over his body to get at Amanda.

Connected their lips in a heated kiss, she nipped at Amanda’s lips, eliciting a moan from the girl. Still missing Ryan’s cock inside her, Kacey popped her hips back, reaching down to slip two fingers into her own pussy, her small noises of pleasure muffled by Amanda’s mouth.

Amanda broke off their kiss as Taylor slowly guided his cock into her ass, feeling her muscles tense before relaxing once he was fully inside her. Ryan slipped his dick into her pussy, her breathing now coming out in short pants.

The pair slowly built a rhythm, alternating strokes until Amanda felt fit to burst. Between Taylor’s cock stretching her ass and Ryan’s cock hitting deep within her pussy, her mind was almost blank, so overwhelmed by pleasure that nothing else could occupy her thoughts.

Kacey squeezed one hand between Amanda and Ryan’s bodies, finding Amanda’s clit with the pads of two fingers. She could feel the effects of her work in the way Amanda panted against her lips, grabbing Kacey’s arm to steady herself. It wasn’t long before Amanda came with a shout, manicured nails digging into Kacey’s skin.

The two men slowed their pace and pulled out, leaving Amanda to slump back against Taylor’s chest, still languidly kissing Kacey as she came down from her high.

“It’s your turn, babe,” Ryan cooed, his attention back on his girlfriend. Taylor tenderly moved Amanda off of him, moving so that he could lie back and pull Kacey on top of him. Facing away from him, she sank down slowly onto his cock, until it was fully sheathed inside her pussy. She set her own pace, using Taylor’s body for her own pleasure and Taylor loved every second of it.

Kacey saw Ryan standing at the edge of the sofa, his cock achingly hard and weeping precome. Grabbing his hand, she tugged him towards him until he stood beside her, allowing her to take his cock into her eager mouth.

Taylor’s hands found her nipples, squeezing roughly as she continued to work herself on his cock. Not wanting to be left out, Amanda shifted closer to the group. Lying on her stomach, she moved between Taylor and Kacey’s legs, eye level with Kacey’s cunt. “Look at Taylor’s cock filling you up, you’re taking it like such a good girl, aren’t you?” she murmured, before bending her head to lick Kacey’s clit. Kacey whimpered around Ryan’s cock, her body overwhelmed by the sensations.

When she looked up at Ryan, her swollen lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes unfocused and glazed over with pleasure, he knew he wasn’t going to last and, after a few long sucks, he was coming down her throat.

Taylor braced his feet on the couch, allowing him to match Kacey’s movements. When Amanda used her tongue to lightly drum on Kacey’s clit, she came hard, her pussy clamping down on Taylor’s cock as he joined her in climax. Still breathing heavily, she leaned forward, guiding Amanda’s chin upwards until they were face to face, kissing her tenderly.

Taylor admired the sight in front of him for a moment before turning to Ryan. “This couch might be the greatest thing that’s ever happened,” he mused. “I can’t believe you were complaining about it.”

Ryan shook his head. “Neither can I.”

Notes

What's Thanksgiving weekend without a little smut? This one was for my dear friend @Lusty.Lady. Also, I shall probably continue to be sad that Taylor Hall is no longer in Edmonton until my deathbed.

Up next, Carl Hagelin.

(And, if anyone has recommendations for a title for this, please let me know because I took this one from a Gaelic saying and I'm not especially fond of it for this story, but I also have no better ideas.)