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"Do y'wannaaaaa…."
She had wandered away to find a drink earlier, but at the end of the night it did always come back to them. Lights low, the music crackling soft in the background, she finds herself wrapping herself around an arm, resting her cheek on firm muscle and trying not to slosh her drink over an otherwise neat white button up.
He's such a dweeb.
"Wannaaaa play a game?" She smiles up at him, and she can see him staring down at her from behind his shades. She knows how she looks from that angle, breasts all pressed up against him, dress cut low; he wouldn't tolerate this from anyone else, not the big doe eyes, the searching hands, not the black lipstick left on the rim of her cup, at the edge of his collar.
"What'dya want."
His flat affect can't hide his attention. It feels gratifying to have it, to know that she's all he sees. In this way he's the puppet and she's pulling the strings- and who's she kidding, he's always loved that shit. He can gripe and complain all he wants, but he keeps her supported and tilts his head towards her like a cat that resents being interested.
"Where's Hoss?"
He doesn't immediately answer her question, instead letting his eyes flick up. She follows his gaze, craning her neck over and around and letting him be her counterweight as she tips back. He doesn't let her fall, he never would, and she is rewarded further with the sight of one Mr. Harley at the bar, blathering away without a care in the world. His incessant chatter was only matched by his insatiable appetite for adventure, and she'd like to think that's what she has on offer tonight.
"How long's he been over there?"
"What do you have in mind tonight?" Answering a question with a question, it says everything paired with the face he makes. Her Dirk - her precious Dirk, no matter what he'd have her call him- wrinkles his nose. The flat line of his lip ticked down in a shadow of annoyance; it had to have been a minute if this is all she's getting.
"Just wanna play with my two favorite men, is that so bad?" Roxy flutters her eyes up at him, all innocence, but she knows he sees through her.
In some ways, it's harder with him. All of them: the Striders, Lalondes, Harleys, English; they've all been knocking skulls and bumping uglies as long as they've been tangled up in each other's business. When she shakes her blonde curls, runs her nails down his biceps so lightly, he knows what she's after and he's not afraid to ignore it if it does't suit him. On the flip side though they all know each other's weaknesses, what buttons to press.
"Y'want I should pull the car around?"
"That'd be so good baby."
It would leave her to fetch Harley, but she knows she has him snagged. One rough hand settles momentarily on her hip, his head bowing to rest on hers for the briefest moment, it would almost be sweet if it wasn't over just as fast. He breaks away, only stopping long enough to make sure she can keep her own balance before he practically disappears. If she'd asked sweetly enough, she thinks he might have even barked for her too.
Harley's always been a different beast, perhaps less ornery than her Strider of choice, but just as stubborn. More jovial, but nothing to laugh at by any means. She slides up on his arm, he turns to her and beams. There's nothing like Jake Harley.
"Roxanne, my dear, where have you been all evening? I was just telling our fellow here about my last work trip before- oh, where has our Mr. Strider gone?"
He's type of man to dress down and look like he still belongs anywhere, the formality of his pressed green slacks contrasted by the casual short sleeved button up left open at his neck. Dirk always looks so stuffy and pinned up when they had to get dressed up to go out together, but, even with the cowlicks in his salt and pepper hair Harley had the oozing confidence to turn scruffy into charsima.
"Ohhhh Dirkle's gone to get the car. I was thinking we should all head back to the hotel room, y'know?" Somewhere between Dirk and Harley her martini had been drained; she leaves the glass on the bartop as she leans into the firm hand that traces her curves over her slinky beaded dress. Just like Dirk, she can see the understanding in his eyes, how they crinkle up and sparkle that shining emerald green.
"Is it that time already?" A twitch of his thick mustache betrays his good humor, a smile thick in his voice doubling it down. "I've never known a Lalonde to leave a party early, are you quite alright?"
He downs his own tumbler beside hers, and it almost seemed too easy. She breaks away from his hold, taking a few minced steps back towards the lounge's doors.
"You don't gotta come if you don't want, I can have fun with Dirky all by my lonesome," she purses her lips, bats her eyes, and when she retreats she knows he's hot on her tail.
"There's my white rabbit," Harley tumbles into the back of the waiting car with her, and she's pleased. All giggles and interested touches, hands on his chest and arms the minute the door's closed and the car's moving. It's all good teasing and fun and in the stripes of light that pass as they're driven the short way back to their hotel she can see the reflection of Dirk's shades in the rearview mirror.
"So impatient." She doesn't need it, but they are on either side supporting her as they escort her up to the penthouse Harley had gotten just for them. Like she or Dirk needed it, but who was she to turn down the offer of a fancy room after a fancy party? No, she quite likes it, bumping hips with Dirk and hanging off Harley and breaking away only to pull off her high heels in the elevator as it nears the top floor.
It's beautiful. Leather and velvet and plush carpet and bottles of wine left for them on the counter of a kitchen that's probably larger than the entirety of Dirk's apartment in Houston. Normally she might make a beeline for the wine, but she did invite them back with ulterior motives tonight; instead, she drops her heels next to the door, her purse and shrug she'd held onto all night are deposited at the sidetable as she turns her sights immediately back on her men. Her prey.
"Our girl must really be in a mood, look at her," Harley punctuates the last three words like he's in awe, like she's a work of art. It softens what she otherwise might take as a jab, mostly because it's true and he looks just as eager as she feels. Her black lipstick peeks out from under the open collar of his shirt and he's reaching for her as soon as the door is closed to the retreating elavator, "Are you joining us then Strider?"
Dirk tilts his head, a gesture that asked Harley if he had been filled in on what was happening without so many words. The only sign of Dirk's anticipation being his shades tucked in the front of his shirt.
"Ohhh, Hoss you both gotta come. I told Dirky but I'm just dyiiiiiing to play with you both. It won't be nearly as fun without both-a you there," Neither of the men are the types to strip on the way to the bedroom, but she's not above it. She slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders, shimmying it down past her hips until it's a glittering pool around her feet. She feels both sets of eyes burning holes in her and any misgivings about what she said were ignored in favor of following her back towards the bedrooms.
"Sounds like you have an idea of what you'd like tonight." It's still Hoss talking, but that's normal. Dirk is always like some hot broody ninja guy and at this age she doesn't think the promise of hot sex will be the thing to loosen him up. If anything it makes him more intense, and without his glasses on she can see how his eyes follow her.
"Yes, and you both are waaaay too dressed to be a part of it, so get crackin'!" She flops on the large bed, letting herself sink back in the poofy comforter, only propping herself up on her elbows to watch them strip. She loved them both dearly, but seeing them like this— Dirk mechanically undressing like the weirdo he is, Harley shedding his clothes like a man on fire— it leaves her hungry, flushed and burning up already. They're pleasing to the eyes, both very attractive in complimenting and contrasting ways; Dirk with all his hard trained muscle, a net of thin silvery lines crossing every inch of his skin, and Harley with skin a deep rich brown, body like a bear and almost nearly as hairy. She could frankly eat them both up, lay back like a princess and let them have their way-
It's be a treat, but that's not what she's here for. No, if that's a treat, she's here now for a dinner show.
Harley is eager to join her, sitting on the bed alongside her and already touching, his hand sliding down her lower back to rest on her rear. She doesn't mind, but Dirk, well Dirk already seems to have an idea of what she's after. He stands in front of her, staring at her and waiting like a loyal dog. She won't drag it out too long, she's not a monster.
"Come now Strider, aren't you going to join us?"
She giggles and rolls away from him onto her side, just in time to see that thick brow go up.
"Yeah Dirk, c'mon. I wanna watch you guys kiss."
Harley seems surprised by this, and for a moment she almost thinks they aren't into it. She knows they do the nasty, it doesn't need to be said out loud, they all know way too much about each other's business. That doesn't mean they'd be down for this though, it was only liquid courage and the knowledge that no one could make either of them do something they didn't want to that had her trying this in the first place.
It's, of course, Harley that breaks the silence, and the humored tone in his voice puts her at ease.
"Ah, we have a bossy little voyeur tonight it seems." Harley leans back on the bed alongside her, propping himself up with one arm and reaching out towards Dirk with the other to beckon him close. Dirk complies, finally crawling onto the bed to slot himself above Harley. It's hot to see, both of them clearly aroused and best of all doing this for her. Dirk is the one who leans down to initiate the kiss, but Harley reaches up to pull him in, keep him there. She finds herself readjusting how she's sitting to watch them, heat pooling low in her.
It's the noises that really push her over the edge to start touching herself. Dirk's never been the loud type, not chatty, but tangled up with Harley, his dick resting on the older man's hip, she gets to hear the needy little noises that come out of him as he's rutting shallowly against Harley. It's different than when it's just the two of them, then Dirk's all just low grunts and growls, but there's something almost vulnerable there as he so easily bends to her demands.
"My god." She almost feels silly, how breathy she sounds. Just this much has already left her all hot and bothered though; her knees open as she fingers her clit, "you two are soooo hot, holy shit."
This is what breaks them away from the kiss and from where she sits she can see how red Dirk is, all down his chest and up his neck to his cheeks and ears. It's cute, and she can't help the giggle that comes out of her when Harley leans up to press a kiss to a particularly obvious scar at the place where Dirk's shoulder and neck meet. Amber eyes are locked onto her, his mouth open with needy panting, and she's asking for more before she can stop herself.
"Why you stoppin'? I wanna see more of that, I wanna watch you two get each other off." She stops touching herself to pout at them and while she gets a warm chuckle from Harley in return, Dirk almost looks uncertain for a moment, "C'mooon Dirky! Look if you can't get off or 'nothin I promise I'll do whatever you want, okay? You're just so good lookin' baby, you're so hot like this all pressed up against Hoss, so pretty-"
She knows she's babbling, and for a minute she wonders if all the compliments only made it worse. He's certainly still red, and he glances away from her almost shyly; it takes a firm hand from Harley on his jaw to seem to ground him.
"C'mon boy, you alright there?" Harley's voice is low and smooth, quiet enough that if she wasn't so close on the bed she'd have wondered if he had really said it at all.
A shallow breath, she can see the bob of his adams apple, and he nods; Dirk's dick still hard pressed between him and Harley, and she can see his body almost shaking with… with what? For a moment she's uncertain, but there's a moment of adjustment between the two and when they start moving again it's with Harley's hand wrapped around both of their dicks. The noises Dirk makes are almost sinfully good, gasps and moans that leaves her wet and panting as she watches.
It's almost too much when she sees Dirk's movement start becoming more erratic, more harsh and quick as he frots against Harley's dick and into his fist. His hair has long since collapsed, long blonde bangs plastered against his forehead and temples, and when the two men kissed it was between quickening gasps of breath.
"Oh my goood Dirky you're so good, you're so hot, I wanna see you cum for me, can you cum for me? You're so so good-"
It's hard not to ramble out praises and the whimper it draws out of Dirk is almost as hot as the fact he does what he's told. He cums all over Harley's hand and abdomen in thick spurts; she's quick to follow, her ears ringing hard as she makes a mess of the comforter.
When she opens her eyes again, Dirk has rolled off Harley to his opposite side; his amber eyes looking at her curiously, face still red. It's endearing, and the first thing she does is close the gap, moving and crawling between Harley's legs so she can lean over and kiss his cute face. The second thing she does, after Dirk rudely reaches up to pinch her nipple in return, is to turn back to Harley, now in front of her, who seems to be sizing up the situation to see if he would be finishing himself or not.
"Nooooope, nopers, no you don't. I mean, unless you want." he smiles, like she's something clever and funny. She likes to think this is what Indiana Jones would look like if he was a hot old guy. He essentially is. "I mean I was gonna suck your dick if you want, don't wanna leave you out of the fun."
She knows the answer before he even says anything; he lets his dick go and it's leaking and hard for her. It was all for her, and she's enjoyed every second of it.She'll enjoy this too; she scooches down so she has a little more room, gently grasping his dick and gently rolling the foreskin down, smearing the pre that beads at the tip with her thumb. From the corner of her eyes she sees Dirk watching, sees him already adjusting his dick like he could go again. She's not sure that's the case, but she closes her eyes and takes Harley into her mouth with ease.
When she feels his hand on the back of her head, she thinks maybe she might be able to go again. It's hot, and having him gently guide her while she bobs her head is so fuckin' sexy of him. Shifting on the bed next to her and Hoss, and Dirk's hand is spreading her legs, playing with her folds, thumbing her clit. Two fingers slide into her wet hole as she feels the dick in her mouth twitch, begin to swell; Harley's hand pushes her head down, she relaxes the back of her throat to take him as far as she can. The fingers inside of her start pumping as she feels her pussy twitch; Harley is cumming down her throat, she swallows while she cums again with him.
She almost misses the hand in her hair when it's gone, she'd even say she missed the dick in her mouth. It's inevitable after a lot of kinky hot sex though, almost like the inevitability of Dirk eventually disappearing from her side and returning with big fluffy towels. Hoss, for all she'd tried to wring him dry, was the one who ends up helping her flop onto her side out of the immediate wet mess, and she appreciates that. She steals a kiss before he pulls away to take a towel for himself as well. When she feels the bed dip again as Dirk rejoins them, she blindly gropes for him until he's close enough to kiss too.
"From one hundred to zero with her, eh?" Harley chuckles as she snuggles down in the comforter between them, eyes fluttering shut.
"Mhmm. Always the first out."
She lazily kicks out at Dirk behind her, but after all that it's hard to fight the sleepiness coming over her.
"Heeey…" she yawns, finally cracking a sleepy eye at the two men settling against the pillows on either side of her.
"'s for horses." Dirk replies, patting her head, "Sleep Rox."
A low chuckle from Harley on her other side.
"Love yooooou Dirky."
"I know."
The kick lands this time.
"Love you, Harley."
"Love you too Roxy girl, sleep now for me won't you?"
With a warm hand on her head and the warmth of her two favorite men beside her, she falls asleep.