The Birthday Girl Part III - Cherry on the Icing

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If you'd like details of the beginnings of this little threesome, contact me or search for them on Freedom of Search Fan Fiction. The original author of this series is brynnamorgan, whose idea it was, and whose genius I acknowledge.

Warning: Just to say, if you know me personally, feel free to read, but remember: I write this in my free time as a private hobby. I'm not embarassed by anything I write, but if you think you might be, turn around now.

And now, without further ado, Alex's birthday threesome continues...

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“The Cherry on the Icing” (Birthday Girl Part the Third)


Mike grinned as he let Bobby push him down onto the mattress. Beside him, Alex settled herself contentedly with a small groan, propping herself up on one elbow to watch the show, smiling like a Cheshire cat as her partner’s big hands began to move over Mike’s body. Mike closed his eyes as Bobby murmured softly “So… wherever it feels good on me, it feels good on you, right?”

“Hell yesss….” That last word came out as more of a groan as Bobby, still flushed from his own climax, began to explore. Tentative at first, almost gentle, but becoming more confident by the minute. Eyes still closed, Mike felt the rasp of Bobby’s stubble against his chest, warm, muscled tongue flicking out against one of his nipples. He gasped, feeling his heart rate speed up, and opened his eyes to find a pair of chocolate-coloured eyes looking deep into his. Bobby moved up the bed a little, his legs tangled with Mike’s, his breath a roar in Mike’s ear as his hand traced a line down his body, fingertips trailing lightly across, maddeningly slow.

“I think I’m beginning to get the hang of this,” Bobby hissed softly into his ear, more seductive now, teeth gently catching Mike’s earlobe and tugging softly, tongue flicking out and causing Mike’s hips to arch off the bed as that hand paused, came up so that Bobby could lick it, then began to move back down again. Mike had once read a rather overheated article by a journalist who’d been involved with one of Goren & Eames’ cases, who’d described seeing Bobby in action as “like watching a snake seduce a bird into wanting to be eaten”, and whilst he’d ragged on Bobby about it at the time, he began to see what the woman had been talking about. Right now nothing on earth could have made him move, he was almost helpless, afraid to move in case Bobby got nervous again, stopped, oh Christ…

Mike cried out as that warm, powerful hand found his erection, gripping tight. Strong, blunt fingers wrapped round him firmly, just as he had done for Bobby minutes earlier, and he heard Alex gasp beside him. He was suddenly aware of warmth and heat on his own fingertips, and turned his head to see that Alex was lying beside him now, gently guiding his hand in between her legs, rubbing herself against him. She pushed her lips up against his ear, gasping out: “Don’t worry… don’t you do anything… just stay right there…” as she pleasured herself, her breath coming faster now. He curled his fingers inside her, almost as if he was beckoning someone with his hand, and she cried out sharply.

On his other side, Bobby shifted position slightly, hand becoming more confident, faster now, beginning to understand how simple this was, how natural, how Mike’s responses were just like his own. Mike glanced across at him, and caught an expression almost of wonder, fascination at this new experience, natural pride in being able to do this for another man. Mike suddenly reached up, wrapping his arm hard around Bobby’s neck and bringing the other man’s lips down to his, and they kissed again, Mike hungry, longing, Bobby more relaxed, deliberately letting the other man take the lead.

That hand moved faster and faster, it’s going to happen, any minute, any second… beside him, Alex’s muscles squeezed tight, contracting again and again around his hand until suddenly she cried out with satisfaction, and that tipped him over the edge. He thrust hard up against Bobby’s hand, groaning with triumph, every muscle in his body tight as he came, hard, his tongue still in Bobby’s mouth, arms wrapped tight around the other man.

Mike closed his eyes as his body throbbed pleasurably, aware vaguely of the two of them spooning up against him, Alex’s head resting on his shoulder, Bobby on his back beside him. As he reached for the covers, he noticed that Bobby, not surprisingly, was only half-aroused, and guessed that like many men in their forties – like he himself – the big guy needed a little time to recover afterwards. He flopped back down again, heart still pounding, grinning widely. They lay in a happy tangle of limbs, Mike’s hand gently stroking Alex’s back, whilst Bobby rolled onto his side and reached across to caress her face gently.

“You’re looking real thoughtful,” Mike murmured to her after a few minutes had passed and their heart rates had returned to normal.

“Cinnamon or raisin?”

“Huh?”

“Do I fancy a cinnamon bagel dripping with butter, or a raisin bagel? Decisions, decisions.”

“It’s your birthday. Have both.”

“Uh-huh.”

Their heads swivelled to look in Bobby’s direction. He had his eyes closed, blissfully. Alex gently elbowed his ribs.

“Mmm?”

“I’m hungry.”

“I heard.”

She just looked at him without saying a word. He stretched gracefully, cat-like, then got out of bed, grabbing for a pair of pants from the back of a nearby chair. “And coffee, too,” she called after him. He nodded, rubbing his eyes and stretching again. Mike snickered.

“Looks like you’ve got him well trained.”

“Training men is like training dogs. You just reward appropriate behaviour with… something you know will be appreciated.” She grinned wickedly. “Now go get me the paper. And I call dibs on the sports section.”

He looked at her. She looked at him, one eyebrow raised. “It’s my birthday. Do as I say.” She dismissed him with an imperious wave of her hand, then chuckled softly.

“Yes ma’am.” Mike leaned across, kissed her forehead and wrigged out of bed, pausing to pull the covers up over her. She snuggled back, blissfully, murmuring “Oh, I could get used to this…”

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Ten minutes later, they were all in bed, Alex in the middle, Mike and Bobby on each side, nibbling on the remains of the bagels and sharing the paper. They were doing their best to read over her shoulder, and she was doing her best to ignore them. Mike guessed that four years of partnering Bobby Goren had given her remarkable powers of ignoring something distracting. He smiled wickedly. The scent of Alex plus coffee and cinnamon was very appealing indeed. She was still completely naked, although being sandwiched between the two of them meant she was hardly going to freeze. Mike could feel some of the warmth from Bobby’s body on the other side of the bed, and smiled inwardly. Something about the other man’s intent gaze gave it away…

Mike followed the line of sight, and snickered to himself. Yeah, Bobby wasn’t interested in the sports section, any more than he was. Still smiling, he slid a hand under the covers and slowly up. Alex’s breathing quickened a little, then returned to normal as he continued to stroke slowly up her belly, pressing himself up against her. She relaxed against him, obviously enjoying the feeling, but still determined to finish the article she was reading. He heard Bobby’s sharp intake of breath as Mike’s hand emerged from beneath the covers, cupped Alex’s breast, and began to very slowly knead the nipple…

She stopped reading the paper, and fixed him with a mock-stern glare. “Mike, stop distracting me.”

“Or what?” He contined to gently roll her nipple between his fingers, enjoying seeing it harden up. Wasn’t the only thing round here that was doing that. He flicked a glance at Bobby, and saw to his pleasure that the other man’s chest and face were beginning to flush. Enjoying the show, Bobby-boy? Good.

“Or I will tie your hands to the bedpost.”

“Is that a promise?”

Suddenly, without warning, she threw the paper and the covers away and flung herself on top of him, straddling him. Beside them, Bobby laughed with delight as Alex brought her face down to Mike’s.

“It’s more than a promise. It’s a guarantee. Bobby?”

“Here.” Still grinning, Bobby passed her a length of soft fabric. Mike played along, holding his hands up and letting her tie them securely to the bedpost. When she’d done, he tugged at the knots, hard. They held. He turned his head and saw that she’d left a length of fabric free, and that it was tied in a slipknot. He could easily free himself, but this looked like being too much fun to want to.

Still straddling him, Alex bent down a little, swaying gracefully in front of him, her breasts maddingly close to his lips, then coming closer, trailing first one nipple, then another, over his mouth, then snatching them away as his tongue flicked out. Mike felt his erection growing by the second as she proudly displayed herself to both of them. As well she should, he thought. She was a stunning lady. Those sleeveless blouses didn’t begin to do her lovely figure justice, so strong and so feminine at one and the same time. He glanced at Bobby, and saw with a surge of pleasure that Alex’s display was having the same effect on him.

He was suddenly aware of warmth against his left side, hot breath against his face, faint hint of coffee and bagel. As if they’d rehearsed it earlier, Alex gracefully slid off him and onto his right side, pressing herself against him nice and tight whilst her big partner slid slightly on top of Mike. Oh, someone likes to be on top, Mike thought with delight. He’d always wondered (when he allowed himself to wonder about other men, generally when he was drunk) whether Goren might have something of a dominant streak. He did like to be in control of a situation… although he was certainly also willing to let Alex take the lead too. Perhaps they both liked it, both liked to switch places… suddenly, Alex’s mouth was against his, her tongue slipping confidently between his lips.

This is incredible. As he slowly surfaced from the kiss, he could manage only that one thought. The rest of his mind was too busy processing the different sensations, the feeling of having two people pressed up tight against him. Alex, on his right side, soft and warm, with an underlying steely strength, her small hands gripping him tightly, thumb rubbing lightly, maddingly, across the head of his erection, beautiful mouth slightly red from the kiss they’d just shared. Bobby, on his left side, lying half on top of him, skilful left hand lightly playing with his nipples, mouth nipping at the lobe of his ear. For someone who claimed never to have done this before, he thought with a grin, Bobby sure was a fast learner.

Damn, he’d missed the sensation of another man’s body against his, and he pressed himself harder against Bobby, whose heavy thigh was just brushing against his erection. He could feel the other man’s growing arousal against his belly, feel him beginning to stiffen, hardening again after their earlier encounter, and his own cock throbbed in sympathy. There was nothing else quite like this.

Oh, he loved the feel of a woman’s body, always had done. That combination of softness and strength, those curves, the joy of discovery, sweet musky scent… well, there was a reason he had a rep as a ladies’ man. But during the years when he’d sworn never to risk it by sleeping with other men, he’d missed the unique experience of having a partner of his own sex badly.

What was that saying from a book he’d once read on vacation? Women are the master race… men are just fighting, fucking machines. Lotta truth in that. He’d missed that feeling of sheer power, male strength and musky scent, rough skin and heavy, strong limbs, built for attack and defence. Not to mention the thrill of another body that worked the same way his did, liking the delicate flicks of the tongue, strokes of the hand… yeah, nice, he thought muzzily, as Bobby dipped his head down to Mike’s chest, strong tongue lapping across the muscle, slicking down the dark hairs there and teasing lightly at his nipples… but responding best to a nice, firm grip.

And if it was a firm grip you were after, he thought with a smirk as he tilted his head and exchanged another kiss with Alex, who was writhing against him in delight at seeing the two of them pleasuring each other again (he could certainly see why a threesome with two guys had appealed to her), you couldn’t do much better than Bobby Goren.

Logan was no mean figure himself, over six feet in height and broad-shouldered, but Goren was bigger even than he, and having the other man in bed after so long a period of deprivation was even better than he’d allowed himself to fantasise about. The other man’s stubble was rasping against his skin, and he squirmed under Alex’s grip, feeling the sweet pressure of her breasts against his ribs and remembering how they’d felt under his hands the night before.

He would have liked to have renewed his hands’ acquaintance with Alex’s beautiful body, but this was currently impossible, given that both his hands were still securely tied to the bedpost. Well, he could have turned his head, wriggled a little way up the bed and used his teeth to undo the knot if he really wanted, but he was enjoying having the two of them focussed on him like this far too much to want to end it just yet, even if it did mean he was denied the pleasure of playing with those beautiful tiny breasts and sweet nipples.

To judge by the grooves on the bedposts, he was hardly the first to have been in this position, and to judge by Alex’s skill with the knots… he closed his eyes and groaned softly at the mental picture of Bobby where he was right now, on his back, helplessly aroused. He wondered whether now was a good moment to share an idea he’d had some time ago, about what the three of them could do if he was tied up just like this, then was distracted by that earlier image, damn, just imagine it, Goren on his back, nice big thighs open…

The image in his head was so enticing he didn’t notice at first, then suddenly he became aware that Bobby had pulled away and was nudging him gently. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and saw that Bobby was eyeing Alex with an expression of some concern. A huge hand lifted off Mike’s stomach and reached across to gently stroke Alex’s face, as she ducked her head, hiding her expression.

“What’s wrong, love?” Bobby murmured, his tone concerned, his love for her obvious to all of them in the softness of his voice.

Mike could not touch her to reassure her, but he wriggled slightly, turning his body towards her. Her right hand reached out, dipping across Mike’s belly and tugging gently at him, then across again and stroking up and down the length of Bobby’s erection until he moaned softly, closing his eyes. She shrugged and smiled, that wry Alex Eames smile he’d come to know and enjoy.

“Ah… it’s nothing.” She chuckled self-deprecatingly.

“Alex, we’re your birthday present,” Mike replied, trying to catch her eye and smiling softly. “We’re not doing it for you, you say the word, right, Bobby? We’re your willing slaves.” Bobby nodded agreement. Alex propped herself on one arm, her gaze roaming over them as her hand continued to tease and explore, obviously enjoying the sight of two aroused men both awaiting her command. Mike found himself desperately trying to think of baseball stats, witness statements, just about anything to take his mind off what he was feeling right now, because her hands were taking him dangerously close to the edge.

She chuckled again. “I’m being selfish, I guess. It’s just, seeing you two like that, a girl could start to feel a little… unfulfilled.” Her grip tightened, causing Mike to think Jesus, Alex, if you want to be “fulfilled” by me, don’t do that, because I’m not going to be capable of anything but going “Fuck, yeah, that was good!” and lying here wondering what’s for lunch.

Bobby removed himself from Mike’s side, much to his annoyance, and scooted across to spoon up beside Alex, who relaxed against her lover’s large body, purring softly as his hands began to roam over her skin with the ease of long familiarity. Mike began to wonder about undoing his hands and joining in, but a sharp look from Bobby put that idea out of his head. Alex was obviously enjoying having a captive male in front of her. He could just about make out Bobby’s words, murmured in a soft purr against Alex’s ear: “I’m sorry, we’ve been neglecting you shamefully. Very bad of us. I blame Mike for distracting me.”

“Oh yeah, it’s all my fault,” Mike replied sarcastically, letting his eyes roam appreciatively across Bobby and Alex, who were twining themselves around each other, Bobby’s left hand gently nudging apart Alex’s thighs and rubbing softly within, causing her to wriggle with delight. He drew a long, shuddering breath. “That’s it, Goren, just blame it all on the new guy…”

Bobby looked back and across at him, and he caught his breath as those dark eyes looked piercingly into his with an expression of sheer devilment.

“Oh, I think I will,” the other man replied playfully, and suddenly sat back on his haunches, displaying himself nicely to both of them. Both Alex and Mike stared unabashedly as he ignored them, graceful and natural in his nakedness as he reached forward and gently but firmly guided Alex onto her back, gripping her hips. “I think you deserve to just stay there and watch, Mike.” His hand reached out, gently, teasingly, stroking the length of Mike’s chest and belly, then, suddenly, gripping Mike hard, rubbing roughly, and causing him to cry out. Almost as soon as he had touched him, Bobby let go and lifted Alex’s hips firmly as she hooked her feet onto his shoulders, her shapely legs running up Bobby’s chest and belly as he sunk into her with a deep groan of pleasure.

Mike watched enviously as the two of them began to move together, his erection aching. Just one touch in the right place would do it for him now, he thought, thrusting helplessly against the air as his cock throbbed maddeningly. Goren, I will fucking kill you for this, he thought with annoyance as Alex cried out with pleasure. You picked that position deliberately, didn’t you? Damn show-off. You WANTED me to see what I’m missing. They were incredible to look at, so natural, so affectionate, so attuned to what each of them needed. They were making love with no inhibitions, Eames’ hands gently playing with her own breasts, teasing at the nipples, and Goren, well…

He would never be able to forget the sight of Goren on his knees like that in front of him, actually being able to see the other man thrust deep into Alex, hips working hard, chest and belly and arms on full display, face slack with arousal and desire. He was thrusting faster now, building up towards his climax, and Alex was almost there already herself, he recognised the signs now, her hips pushing back against Bobby’s and her face contorted with pleasure.

There goes my little fantasy, Mike thought frustratedly, twisting about and testing the strength of the restraints. Oh, he could undo the knot, but that wouldn’t be right, somehow, wouldn’t be within the rules of the game… right now he’d give anything to have their hands on him, either would do, just please someone stroke me off, this is fucking torment…

Suddenly Alex cried out, screaming triumphantly, then relaxing back down into a contented heap of limbs, face flushed. Mike watched with a mixture of arousal and resignation as Bobby gave one last, final, mighty thrust. He came silently, head flung back, back arched, body magnificently displayed in front of Mike’s hungry eyes. Ah well, maybe there’ll be another time, Mike thought, and shifted his hips, wishing desperately that it would be his turn soon, damn it, that was another time he’d watched the two of them come whilst he was still achingly unsatisfied.

He was suddenly aware that Alex had settled herself against him, her limbs heavy and lax with satisfaction. “Mmm. Better.”

Sudden warmth against his other side; Bobby had come to join them. He was grinning smugly, in a way that made Mike itch to swap places and torment the other man until he begged him to lick just that little bit harder, faster, and Mike would refuse, teasing him just a little bit longer… hold on. Something hard was pressing against his hip.

Okay, he thought. You always stayed a little hard afterwards, but then it went down, right? So, given that he’d just seen Goren come in front of him… he was aware of Alex smirking softly beside him.

“Either you’ve been putting Viagra in your coffee or you’re the greatest faker since Meg Ryan.” He turned to face Bobby, who was grinning extremely smugly now. Beside him, Alex was laughing helplessly as Bobby shook his head, chuckling.

“Nope. Neither of those is true, Detective.”

“Mike, if you could see your face right now,” Alex choked out, before being affected by another fit of the giggles. Bobby reached across and brushed her hair off her face.

“Be fair, love. You had the same expression when you found out. Like you’d just been told the batteries in your favourite toy would never run out.”

“Mmm.” Alex smiled a smile of happy reminiscence. “You never did tell me how you got that dress back in such good condition.”

“Ah. Well… I bought you another one and didn’t tell you. Sorry.”

This made no sense to Mike whatsoever. “I’m still here,” he interrupted, rather grumpily, although he was mollified somewhat as Alex untied one of his hands and guided it down to grip Bobby’s erection firmly. Okay. Viagra?

Bobby leaned in close, and Mike would have sworn that he had come, that he could feel a certain heaviness in the other man’s body, muscles relaxed, sleepy eyes even more sleepy and satisfied. He murmured softly in Mike’s ear, stubble rubbing against his skin.

“Little trick I learned a while back, Mike… read it in a book. You know how women can come without ejaculating? Men can, too.” He grinned, and thrust against Mike’s hand. “It’s not quite the same as the usual way, but it has its advantages… especially if you’re trying to pleasure an insatiable woman.”

“I’m not insatiable. I usually let you up after the first three times,” Alex replied, then broke off in helpless laughter at Mike’s expression. The two men joined in, the three of them entwining closely, Bobby and Alex once again focussing on Mike.

“You really can go all night?” Mike managed to get out. Bobby tried to look modest, and succeeded only in looking slightly less smug. “Well… yeah.”

“Goren, I’m borrowing that damn book from you.”

“You can have it on Monday. Right now though, it’s your turn.”

“Yeah, Mike.” Alex’s eyes were concerned, caring. “What do you want right now?”