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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
8,505
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Good Idea
Title – Good Idea
Author – beentold
Rating – NC-17
Keywords – 9th Doctor/Jack/Rose, smut, lemon (M/M/F)
Summary – Rose and Jack are bored and frustrated. They decide on the best way to amuse themselves.
Disclaimer – Not mine.
Notes – OK, it just seemed like too good of a thing to miss. It is completely plotless. Enjoy! (Oh and review!)
“Are you ready?” Jack asked Rose, his eyes gliding to hers and settling there seriously. Oh, sure there was a wicked glint lurking in there, but he was absolutely serious with his question.
“Yes,” she replied, honestly.
“Are you sure?” he asked for about the hundredth time since they’d started planning this little encounter.
“Absolutely.”
“Because if you don’t want to then now would be the time to stop.”
“Are you, Captain Jack Harkness, trying to back out of this?” she asked partly teasing, partly so she would know if he had any doubts.
“Of course not!” This whole thing had been his idea. He had evidently noticed her struggling, and decided to help her get her way. Aid, though had come at a price. Not that spending time in Jack’s bed was necessarily a hard bill to fill; the man was an exquisite lover, treating Rose’s body with a care that made her scream.
“All right then, we’re ready?” she asked, looking at him in askance.
“All set,” Jack confirmed with a kiss, a brush of lips against lips. Nervous energy flooded Rose and she nearly dragged him back to find somewhere to have him, right now. That would be counterproductive, though, if particularly pleasurable. They broke apart and continued on.
At the door to the control room, Rose turned and checked over Jack’s appearance, and he over hers. He straightened a strap of her top, managing some how to turn the simple activity into a caress that made her nipples begin to harden. They stood out through the thin material, revealing her desire.
Rose pushed her way in through the door, taking a deep breath as she did so. Jack had a hand at her back, under her shirt, brushing against her skin, offering reassurance as much as anything. Heat was swirling between her legs. She wanted this so much. Oh god, did she want this.
The Doctor was peering into a panel, frowning. His shoulders were tensed up, and he was concentrating hard, his focus absolute. They hadn’t moved so much as inch, let alone a second in a week. All three of them were starting to get a little frustrated, though Rose was willing to bet the Doctor was a lot more so than herself and Jack, who had after all been disappearing for little sessions most of that time.
“Doctor,” she said to get his attention. He snapped up, frowning at her for breaking his train of thought, but then his eyes widen as he registered what his two companions were wearing. Jack pushed Rose, gently from behind.
All part of the plan. Get the Doctor’s attention, but then keep him off guard. One way of doing this was to make sure he had trouble looking at both of them at once, which considering what they were wearing was probably a little worrying for their target.
Rose was wearing a thin, low cut top, which emphasised her cleavage very nicely, showed off her neck and shoulders invitingly. Jack had spent long minutes nibbling, when she’d worn this top to get his approval, saying he couldn’t quite resist her. Tight black skirt, which had worried her at first, afraid it made her bum look big, but Jack had promised her that it was exactly perfect. The look in his eyes had only proven that.
Jack was wearing a shirt that clung to him delightfully, showing off his very nice build. He wore a pair of jeans that were tight enough to show off the bulge at the front, one that had grown slightly bigger since they’d entered the room.
Rose moved, starting to head to the Doctor’s right side. His eyes started to follow her, still a bit wide. Jack and Rose had spent the last few days teasing him, taking in turns to wear revealing clothing. They’d bump against him, brush past him, always making sure to touch him if he was near. Some of Jack’s passes had been verging on inappropriate, but Rose figured it was necessary.
Jack stepped forward, and the Doctor’s head snapped back that way. Eyes flickering in each direction. Rose moved further, then took a step in. Jack moved up again, Rose further behind. Oh yes, they were circling their prey.
“Jack,” their quarry said, betraying his uneasiness. “Rose. This isn’t a good idea.”
“Why not Doctor?” Rose asked. They’d been anticipating this. The Doctor was nine hundred years old, he was bound to have picked up on their seduction, but that didn’t mean he was immune, only a little more resistant.
The Doctor turned his focus on Rose. “Because someone could get hurt.”
Using the opportunity, Jack moved up behind the Doctor, not quite touching the other man. “Only if that’s the way you like it,” he breathed.
The Doctor turned back to Jack, who stepped just out of reaching, smirking. Rose took the chance and moved up behind the Doctor sliding her fingers under the waist band of his pants. He yelped and Rose dodged out of the way as he tried to catch her.
“I mean it,” he growled.
“So do we,” Rose told him.
“If this is some game because you’re bored…”
“Oh, no,” Jack said. “This is very, very serious.
“That’s what worries me.” He turned ninety degrees so he was leaning against the TARDIS consol. Jack and Rose standing one on either side of him, watching him, but making no move to touch him.
“It shouldn’t, Doctor.”
This time Rose moved towards Jack. The former Time Agent grinned, and caught her, bringing her close, kissing her deeply. Warmth surged through her, running through her veins, along to fingertips, to her toes, and back up to her abdomen, where it began to intensify. Rose groaned into Jack’s mouth, wanting desperately to start exploring, wanting Jack to do the same, but knowing that if she could wait a few more minutes it might be more than worth it.
A growing hardness poked her in the midriff, and she couldn’t resist rubbing herself against it a little. Jack moaned and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pushing her back. She didn’t stop the self-satisfied smile that crept across her features.
“Now, now, Rose, none of that. Plenty of time later, though,” Jack told her.
Her grin broadened when she saw the Doctor staring at them, gaping ever so slightly. Rose could see he was starting to be turned on by her and Jack’s efforts, if the way his pants were tightening was any indication.
Rose took a deep breath knowing this was the turning point – he could either back out now, or he would run along with them. She sidled up to the Doctor, pressing her body against his, and her lips over his own. Almost instantly his hands wrapped around her waist. Jack bunched up behind them, and began to nuzzle her neck.
Fire. Rose was sure she was on fire, somewhere deep inside of her a storm was building, as he insides raged. She was being carried away. Every part of her was being burned slowly, deliciously. The Doctor’s hands were sliding under her shirt to play with her skin, Jack’s hands were sliding around to undo the fastening on the Doctor’s pants.
Moments later, they broke apart slightly, so Rose’s shirt could be pulled off and the Doctor’s pants down, revealing just how much he was looking forward to what was about to happen. They switched positions, although Rose was sure that the Doctor hadn’t realised it was deliberate.
Rose relieved the Time Lord of his jacket, and he started work on Jack’s pants, which were gone quickly too. Jack’s shirt follwed and finally the Doctor’s jersey. Now except for Rose’s little skirt they were all naked. Rose reached around the man in front of her, and took the length in her hands, rubbing it lightly.
He was hot and hard, and his member throbbed in her hands, she kept working though, feeling the shivers running through his body. Rose’s inner thighs were damp, and the ache was building. He breasts were hard, almost uncomfortable, so she rubbed them into the Doctor and that sent sparks through her. Dear god above, if this didn’t happen soon, she was going to have a stroke.
The Doctor groaned, but it was muffled when Jack kissed him hard on the mouth. Rose stepped back and around to watch them. Desire flooded her anew as she did so. There was something so erotic about what she was seeing in front of her: the two men enjoying each other’s presence immensely.
Soon though, Rose’s patience ran a little thin, she was on fire, she needed them now, to fan the flames, to build the heat until she exploded. And was she looking forward to that. Jack had proved to be most adept, and the Doctor’s kiss had hinted that he was more than capable.
A moan escaped the Doctor, while Jack whimpered. Unconsciously their bodies were moving together. Enough was enough. A girl could only take so much, and the sight of them so clearly enjoying each other was killing her. She wanted them; she wanted to have them. She wanted them in her, taking and giving until all three of them were spent.
“Oi!” she snapped and reached up to tug on an ear. The kiss broke. The Doctor’s face turned towards her sharply, while Jack just buried his face in the other man’s shoulder. “A little bit of sharing here would be nice!”
They allowed themselves to be pulled apart, and she slid between the two hard bodies. Jack’s eyes were closed tightly, and his chest was heaving. He obviously hadn’t expected to be so deeply affected by this. On the other hand, the Doctor had seemingly given up any protest about this whole operation. Rose had thought he would be harder to convince, but she wasn’t complaining.
“Rose, you’re wearing too many clothes. We can’t let you play like that.” The Doctor’s eyes were nearly black with desire, the blue had been pushed right out into a tiny ring.
“Well, someone better do something about that, then,” she said wickedly, and he chuckled in appreciation.
She nearly leapt a mile when something nipped her shoulder; Jack had obviously recovered a little. He pushed his hips into hers, seeking an entrance. Well, he’d just have to wait, because she wasn’t letting him have her yet.
Her skirt was gone in seconds, and she noticed the Doctor’s predatory smile when he realised she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Of course, she hadn’t been all week, the damn things kept getting in the way of her sessions with Jack.
The Doctor kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, exploring it in a way that made her seriously doubt her ability to keep standing, Jack was not letting an inch of skin from her neck go to waste. The Doctor’s hands sought and found the dampness between her legs, brushing over the super-sensitised areas, and moving deeper, stroking her.
Rose bucked against him, grabbing at his shoulders. She had thought she was on fire before – that had been nothing. Now there was a supernova blazing in her, reading to explode at any second. Jack laughed as Rose broke the Doctor’s kiss to cry out. She lost all sense of reason and just clung on for dear life.
Just who is seducing who, here?
But the thought was quickly lost when Jack’s questing hands found her breasts and began to tease them. She remembered him liking them very much, always giving them plenty of attention. Now was no exception.
The Doctor bent his head and Jack lifted his mouth from Rose, and they kissed briefly before the Doctor started to move lower. Over her belly, past the curls, and between her thighs. His tongue found the spot his fingers had not long vacated and she jumped as he began to caress her.
The roughness of his tongue seemed to be what her body was aching for, and as he grazed it across her singing core, rubbing over her clit, her hips bucked, pressing closer to his mouth. He slid first one finger, then two inside of her, and Rose’s hands shot out looking for something to hold her up, as she was sure her legs weren’t going to.
It was too late, between the Doctor and Jack, she was a lost cause, so she trusted them to keep her on her feet. Deep within her she could feel the pressure building, and building too fast. Oh help, she was going to, she was going to—
Rose screamed as wave after wave of torturous pleasure crashed over her being, filled her and spilled out. She was a blaze, she was burning, providing enough light and heat for the entire universe.
Now her legs really did go out from under her and she folded down to the ground, two sets of hands lowering her down gently, still stroking her. Languidly, she came back to herself, she was in the Doctor’s arms, and they were sitting on the control room floor. He was grinning, obviously pleased with himself. If she wasn’t still seeing stars she’d have been annoyed with the self-satisfied attitude.
Pressing into her side was his rock-hard erection, which couldn’t be pleasant. She rubbed against it, and the expression on his face altered dramatically, his eyes widening as he gasped. Then Jack was back beside them, guiding them down on to the blanket he’d just quickly spread out on the floor.
Rose kissed the Doctor, as he lay back, apparently quite relaxed at being flat on his back with Rose on top. She could taste herself on his mouth and lips, and she drank it up, wondering at the way the flavour of him mixed with the flavour of her, and wanting to know what the three of them together tasted like. Jack was still moving behind her, and she knew he was putting on a lubricant, because the next bit was going to go fast.
And they were all moving. Rose straddled the Doctor, and Jack’s hands lifted her, guiding her on to the other man. He filled her, stretching her inner walls, and causing her a new round of pleasure. Oh yes, this was so very, very good. She moved experimentally, and watched delighted as the Doctor’s eyes rolled back and his lids fluttered.
Jack was moving her again, pressing her forward a little more, preparing her for his entrance. Something cool brushed her rear opening, as Jack smeared the lotion there, too. One finger entered her, playing with the puckered flesh, and she shivered in anticipation. Above her Jack shifted again, and she felt him touch her with his tip. Then he was in her, pushing the whole way in, thrusting in with one sweep.
She gasped and whimpered, scrabbling at the Doctor’s shoulders for a second. The Doctor caught her eyes and held her gaze, giving her reassurance, understanding what this was for her. Jack was behind her whispering in her ear, telling her that she was so tight, and so hot, and that she was doing a good job.
Oh, but she felt so full! She and Jack had experimented over the last week to find the best way to do this. Experimented and practised, but she’d never thought about what it would be like to have both of them inside her at once. Well, she had, but she never could have imagined this.
Beneath her the Doctor began to move, slowly at first, but it was enough to send pleasure spiralling through Rose again, building the heat up again. Once she was starting to lose herself she felt Jack start his own motions, and that in it’s own way began to add to the pleasure.
Both men began to move more frantically, building up their own sense of heat. The Doctor would thrust against her, pushing her into Jack, her in turn would push her back down. They were moving together in the oldest rhythm there was, dancing in the most natural sense of the word, and Rose knew it was beautiful.
When her second orgasm crashed over her, Rose was sure she blacked out. And came to seeing stars. On top of her and underneath they were still moving, hard and fast, rhythm uncontrolled. Rose held on for dear life to keep from passing out completely.
But the Doctor suddenly thrust against her one last time, and she felt his seed spilling into her, as he called for her and Jack. The man above her was still pumping hard, and she knew she’d be sore later, but finally he froze as hot liquid spilled deep into Rose.
The three of them lay there for a moment, just a pile of bodies, trying desperately to catch their breath. After a bit Jack rolled off Rose, gently pulling himself out of her, and helping her off the Doctor. She curled between them, feeling too sated to move.
Her eyes drifted shut, but opened when someone brushed his lips across his forehead. He smiled at her, looking very relaxed.
“Still think this is a bad idea?” she asked, hearing the sleepiness in her voice.
“Consider me convinced,” he told her.
Jack chuckled softly. “Perhaps we should go to bed. It’d be more comfortable there.”
“Mmm,” Rose told him. “I’m fine.” She didn’t want to move. It’d be hard and uncomfortable when she woke, but she didn’t want to move.
She hadn’t realised her eyes had shut until she was picked up and she couldn’t be bothered opening them to see whose arms she was in. The Doctor’s probably, it smelled mostly like him and sweat and sex. Turning her head a little she nuzzled the skin, tasting it. Yep, it was the Doctor. He nearly dropped her, but the started cry was definitely his.
Rose was vaguely aware of being laid on a bed, and two men climbing in under the covers with her, but she was very nearly completely out by then, so didn’t worry.
When she woke they’d be waiting.
A/N: Well? I hope you liked it. If you did, I can do more… Let me know.
Author – beentold
Rating – NC-17
Keywords – 9th Doctor/Jack/Rose, smut, lemon (M/M/F)
Summary – Rose and Jack are bored and frustrated. They decide on the best way to amuse themselves.
Disclaimer – Not mine.
Notes – OK, it just seemed like too good of a thing to miss. It is completely plotless. Enjoy! (Oh and review!)
“Are you ready?” Jack asked Rose, his eyes gliding to hers and settling there seriously. Oh, sure there was a wicked glint lurking in there, but he was absolutely serious with his question.
“Yes,” she replied, honestly.
“Are you sure?” he asked for about the hundredth time since they’d started planning this little encounter.
“Absolutely.”
“Because if you don’t want to then now would be the time to stop.”
“Are you, Captain Jack Harkness, trying to back out of this?” she asked partly teasing, partly so she would know if he had any doubts.
“Of course not!” This whole thing had been his idea. He had evidently noticed her struggling, and decided to help her get her way. Aid, though had come at a price. Not that spending time in Jack’s bed was necessarily a hard bill to fill; the man was an exquisite lover, treating Rose’s body with a care that made her scream.
“All right then, we’re ready?” she asked, looking at him in askance.
“All set,” Jack confirmed with a kiss, a brush of lips against lips. Nervous energy flooded Rose and she nearly dragged him back to find somewhere to have him, right now. That would be counterproductive, though, if particularly pleasurable. They broke apart and continued on.
At the door to the control room, Rose turned and checked over Jack’s appearance, and he over hers. He straightened a strap of her top, managing some how to turn the simple activity into a caress that made her nipples begin to harden. They stood out through the thin material, revealing her desire.
Rose pushed her way in through the door, taking a deep breath as she did so. Jack had a hand at her back, under her shirt, brushing against her skin, offering reassurance as much as anything. Heat was swirling between her legs. She wanted this so much. Oh god, did she want this.
The Doctor was peering into a panel, frowning. His shoulders were tensed up, and he was concentrating hard, his focus absolute. They hadn’t moved so much as inch, let alone a second in a week. All three of them were starting to get a little frustrated, though Rose was willing to bet the Doctor was a lot more so than herself and Jack, who had after all been disappearing for little sessions most of that time.
“Doctor,” she said to get his attention. He snapped up, frowning at her for breaking his train of thought, but then his eyes widen as he registered what his two companions were wearing. Jack pushed Rose, gently from behind.
All part of the plan. Get the Doctor’s attention, but then keep him off guard. One way of doing this was to make sure he had trouble looking at both of them at once, which considering what they were wearing was probably a little worrying for their target.
Rose was wearing a thin, low cut top, which emphasised her cleavage very nicely, showed off her neck and shoulders invitingly. Jack had spent long minutes nibbling, when she’d worn this top to get his approval, saying he couldn’t quite resist her. Tight black skirt, which had worried her at first, afraid it made her bum look big, but Jack had promised her that it was exactly perfect. The look in his eyes had only proven that.
Jack was wearing a shirt that clung to him delightfully, showing off his very nice build. He wore a pair of jeans that were tight enough to show off the bulge at the front, one that had grown slightly bigger since they’d entered the room.
Rose moved, starting to head to the Doctor’s right side. His eyes started to follow her, still a bit wide. Jack and Rose had spent the last few days teasing him, taking in turns to wear revealing clothing. They’d bump against him, brush past him, always making sure to touch him if he was near. Some of Jack’s passes had been verging on inappropriate, but Rose figured it was necessary.
Jack stepped forward, and the Doctor’s head snapped back that way. Eyes flickering in each direction. Rose moved further, then took a step in. Jack moved up again, Rose further behind. Oh yes, they were circling their prey.
“Jack,” their quarry said, betraying his uneasiness. “Rose. This isn’t a good idea.”
“Why not Doctor?” Rose asked. They’d been anticipating this. The Doctor was nine hundred years old, he was bound to have picked up on their seduction, but that didn’t mean he was immune, only a little more resistant.
The Doctor turned his focus on Rose. “Because someone could get hurt.”
Using the opportunity, Jack moved up behind the Doctor, not quite touching the other man. “Only if that’s the way you like it,” he breathed.
The Doctor turned back to Jack, who stepped just out of reaching, smirking. Rose took the chance and moved up behind the Doctor sliding her fingers under the waist band of his pants. He yelped and Rose dodged out of the way as he tried to catch her.
“I mean it,” he growled.
“So do we,” Rose told him.
“If this is some game because you’re bored…”
“Oh, no,” Jack said. “This is very, very serious.
“That’s what worries me.” He turned ninety degrees so he was leaning against the TARDIS consol. Jack and Rose standing one on either side of him, watching him, but making no move to touch him.
“It shouldn’t, Doctor.”
This time Rose moved towards Jack. The former Time Agent grinned, and caught her, bringing her close, kissing her deeply. Warmth surged through her, running through her veins, along to fingertips, to her toes, and back up to her abdomen, where it began to intensify. Rose groaned into Jack’s mouth, wanting desperately to start exploring, wanting Jack to do the same, but knowing that if she could wait a few more minutes it might be more than worth it.
A growing hardness poked her in the midriff, and she couldn’t resist rubbing herself against it a little. Jack moaned and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pushing her back. She didn’t stop the self-satisfied smile that crept across her features.
“Now, now, Rose, none of that. Plenty of time later, though,” Jack told her.
Her grin broadened when she saw the Doctor staring at them, gaping ever so slightly. Rose could see he was starting to be turned on by her and Jack’s efforts, if the way his pants were tightening was any indication.
Rose took a deep breath knowing this was the turning point – he could either back out now, or he would run along with them. She sidled up to the Doctor, pressing her body against his, and her lips over his own. Almost instantly his hands wrapped around her waist. Jack bunched up behind them, and began to nuzzle her neck.
Fire. Rose was sure she was on fire, somewhere deep inside of her a storm was building, as he insides raged. She was being carried away. Every part of her was being burned slowly, deliciously. The Doctor’s hands were sliding under her shirt to play with her skin, Jack’s hands were sliding around to undo the fastening on the Doctor’s pants.
Moments later, they broke apart slightly, so Rose’s shirt could be pulled off and the Doctor’s pants down, revealing just how much he was looking forward to what was about to happen. They switched positions, although Rose was sure that the Doctor hadn’t realised it was deliberate.
Rose relieved the Time Lord of his jacket, and he started work on Jack’s pants, which were gone quickly too. Jack’s shirt follwed and finally the Doctor’s jersey. Now except for Rose’s little skirt they were all naked. Rose reached around the man in front of her, and took the length in her hands, rubbing it lightly.
He was hot and hard, and his member throbbed in her hands, she kept working though, feeling the shivers running through his body. Rose’s inner thighs were damp, and the ache was building. He breasts were hard, almost uncomfortable, so she rubbed them into the Doctor and that sent sparks through her. Dear god above, if this didn’t happen soon, she was going to have a stroke.
The Doctor groaned, but it was muffled when Jack kissed him hard on the mouth. Rose stepped back and around to watch them. Desire flooded her anew as she did so. There was something so erotic about what she was seeing in front of her: the two men enjoying each other’s presence immensely.
Soon though, Rose’s patience ran a little thin, she was on fire, she needed them now, to fan the flames, to build the heat until she exploded. And was she looking forward to that. Jack had proved to be most adept, and the Doctor’s kiss had hinted that he was more than capable.
A moan escaped the Doctor, while Jack whimpered. Unconsciously their bodies were moving together. Enough was enough. A girl could only take so much, and the sight of them so clearly enjoying each other was killing her. She wanted them; she wanted to have them. She wanted them in her, taking and giving until all three of them were spent.
“Oi!” she snapped and reached up to tug on an ear. The kiss broke. The Doctor’s face turned towards her sharply, while Jack just buried his face in the other man’s shoulder. “A little bit of sharing here would be nice!”
They allowed themselves to be pulled apart, and she slid between the two hard bodies. Jack’s eyes were closed tightly, and his chest was heaving. He obviously hadn’t expected to be so deeply affected by this. On the other hand, the Doctor had seemingly given up any protest about this whole operation. Rose had thought he would be harder to convince, but she wasn’t complaining.
“Rose, you’re wearing too many clothes. We can’t let you play like that.” The Doctor’s eyes were nearly black with desire, the blue had been pushed right out into a tiny ring.
“Well, someone better do something about that, then,” she said wickedly, and he chuckled in appreciation.
She nearly leapt a mile when something nipped her shoulder; Jack had obviously recovered a little. He pushed his hips into hers, seeking an entrance. Well, he’d just have to wait, because she wasn’t letting him have her yet.
Her skirt was gone in seconds, and she noticed the Doctor’s predatory smile when he realised she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Of course, she hadn’t been all week, the damn things kept getting in the way of her sessions with Jack.
The Doctor kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, exploring it in a way that made her seriously doubt her ability to keep standing, Jack was not letting an inch of skin from her neck go to waste. The Doctor’s hands sought and found the dampness between her legs, brushing over the super-sensitised areas, and moving deeper, stroking her.
Rose bucked against him, grabbing at his shoulders. She had thought she was on fire before – that had been nothing. Now there was a supernova blazing in her, reading to explode at any second. Jack laughed as Rose broke the Doctor’s kiss to cry out. She lost all sense of reason and just clung on for dear life.
Just who is seducing who, here?
But the thought was quickly lost when Jack’s questing hands found her breasts and began to tease them. She remembered him liking them very much, always giving them plenty of attention. Now was no exception.
The Doctor bent his head and Jack lifted his mouth from Rose, and they kissed briefly before the Doctor started to move lower. Over her belly, past the curls, and between her thighs. His tongue found the spot his fingers had not long vacated and she jumped as he began to caress her.
The roughness of his tongue seemed to be what her body was aching for, and as he grazed it across her singing core, rubbing over her clit, her hips bucked, pressing closer to his mouth. He slid first one finger, then two inside of her, and Rose’s hands shot out looking for something to hold her up, as she was sure her legs weren’t going to.
It was too late, between the Doctor and Jack, she was a lost cause, so she trusted them to keep her on her feet. Deep within her she could feel the pressure building, and building too fast. Oh help, she was going to, she was going to—
Rose screamed as wave after wave of torturous pleasure crashed over her being, filled her and spilled out. She was a blaze, she was burning, providing enough light and heat for the entire universe.
Now her legs really did go out from under her and she folded down to the ground, two sets of hands lowering her down gently, still stroking her. Languidly, she came back to herself, she was in the Doctor’s arms, and they were sitting on the control room floor. He was grinning, obviously pleased with himself. If she wasn’t still seeing stars she’d have been annoyed with the self-satisfied attitude.
Pressing into her side was his rock-hard erection, which couldn’t be pleasant. She rubbed against it, and the expression on his face altered dramatically, his eyes widening as he gasped. Then Jack was back beside them, guiding them down on to the blanket he’d just quickly spread out on the floor.
Rose kissed the Doctor, as he lay back, apparently quite relaxed at being flat on his back with Rose on top. She could taste herself on his mouth and lips, and she drank it up, wondering at the way the flavour of him mixed with the flavour of her, and wanting to know what the three of them together tasted like. Jack was still moving behind her, and she knew he was putting on a lubricant, because the next bit was going to go fast.
And they were all moving. Rose straddled the Doctor, and Jack’s hands lifted her, guiding her on to the other man. He filled her, stretching her inner walls, and causing her a new round of pleasure. Oh yes, this was so very, very good. She moved experimentally, and watched delighted as the Doctor’s eyes rolled back and his lids fluttered.
Jack was moving her again, pressing her forward a little more, preparing her for his entrance. Something cool brushed her rear opening, as Jack smeared the lotion there, too. One finger entered her, playing with the puckered flesh, and she shivered in anticipation. Above her Jack shifted again, and she felt him touch her with his tip. Then he was in her, pushing the whole way in, thrusting in with one sweep.
She gasped and whimpered, scrabbling at the Doctor’s shoulders for a second. The Doctor caught her eyes and held her gaze, giving her reassurance, understanding what this was for her. Jack was behind her whispering in her ear, telling her that she was so tight, and so hot, and that she was doing a good job.
Oh, but she felt so full! She and Jack had experimented over the last week to find the best way to do this. Experimented and practised, but she’d never thought about what it would be like to have both of them inside her at once. Well, she had, but she never could have imagined this.
Beneath her the Doctor began to move, slowly at first, but it was enough to send pleasure spiralling through Rose again, building the heat up again. Once she was starting to lose herself she felt Jack start his own motions, and that in it’s own way began to add to the pleasure.
Both men began to move more frantically, building up their own sense of heat. The Doctor would thrust against her, pushing her into Jack, her in turn would push her back down. They were moving together in the oldest rhythm there was, dancing in the most natural sense of the word, and Rose knew it was beautiful.
When her second orgasm crashed over her, Rose was sure she blacked out. And came to seeing stars. On top of her and underneath they were still moving, hard and fast, rhythm uncontrolled. Rose held on for dear life to keep from passing out completely.
But the Doctor suddenly thrust against her one last time, and she felt his seed spilling into her, as he called for her and Jack. The man above her was still pumping hard, and she knew she’d be sore later, but finally he froze as hot liquid spilled deep into Rose.
The three of them lay there for a moment, just a pile of bodies, trying desperately to catch their breath. After a bit Jack rolled off Rose, gently pulling himself out of her, and helping her off the Doctor. She curled between them, feeling too sated to move.
Her eyes drifted shut, but opened when someone brushed his lips across his forehead. He smiled at her, looking very relaxed.
“Still think this is a bad idea?” she asked, hearing the sleepiness in her voice.
“Consider me convinced,” he told her.
Jack chuckled softly. “Perhaps we should go to bed. It’d be more comfortable there.”
“Mmm,” Rose told him. “I’m fine.” She didn’t want to move. It’d be hard and uncomfortable when she woke, but she didn’t want to move.
She hadn’t realised her eyes had shut until she was picked up and she couldn’t be bothered opening them to see whose arms she was in. The Doctor’s probably, it smelled mostly like him and sweat and sex. Turning her head a little she nuzzled the skin, tasting it. Yep, it was the Doctor. He nearly dropped her, but the started cry was definitely his.
Rose was vaguely aware of being laid on a bed, and two men climbing in under the covers with her, but she was very nearly completely out by then, so didn’t worry.
When she woke they’d be waiting.
A/N: Well? I hope you liked it. If you did, I can do more… Let me know.