Fic: "Teamwork", Brown Cortina, filthgoblin

[filthgoblin]

Title: Teamwork
Author: filthgoblin 
Pairing: Sam/Annie/Gene
Rating: Brown Cortina
Wordcount: 2,700
Disclaimer: I know nothing, I own nothing, I earn nothing.
Author's Notes: This is filthy filthy dirty PWP for Porntober. Thanks so much as ever to my fabulous and ever-patient beta silvaa for giving me the full metal treatment. If she hadn't kept on at me this would never have been finished. I'll leave you to decide whether or not that's a good thing...

Annie didn’t quite know how she’d ended up here, standing naked between a still fully-clothed Sam and Gene. How had she got herself into this position and not understand how it happened?

 

Annie’s head lolled backwards against Gene’s shoulder. His shirt was half-open, and she could feel the hairs on his chest lightly tickle her back as she leaned against his solid form. She moaned as Gene’s large hands cupped her breasts, gasping and squirming as he pinched her erect nipples and rolled them between his fingers and thumbs, biting the tender space where her neck met her shoulder. Sam stood before her and in counterpoint to Gene’s onslaught on her sensitive skin, gently cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply but sweetly.

 

Annie hesitantly reached down and started to unbutton Sam’s shirt, pulling back from his kiss and smiling at him, head cocked slightly to one side. Gene looked over Annie’s shoulder and saw the two were absorbed in each other, and felt himself melting into the background as she and Sam became engrossed in each other’s movements. He moved as though to rejoin them, but hesitated, unsure how to interject, retreating instead to the chair, watching intently as Annie slowly undressed Sam, grunting appreciatively at the sight of the two lithe young bodies before him, Sam’s fingers tangling in Annie’s hair, Annie’s hands stroking across Sam’s shoulders.

 

Sam circled Annie, trailing his fingers lightly across her belly as he walked behind her and started to kiss her neck, murmuring into her hair. He turned his head to look directly into Gene’s eyes as he stroked her sides and blew lightly on the back of her neck, feeling her shiver and goosebumps spring up to his touch. Gene stared openly at the pair, smirking at their display,  fingers lazily tracing the outline of his cock pressing insistently against the brown polyester of his trousers. Sam completed his slow circle, returning to face Annie, kissing her before taking her hands and leading her towards the bed. He sat and gently pulled her onto the bed, encouraging her to lie back, kneeling beside her and taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking the sensitive skin to a stiff peak.

 

Sam's mouth travelled over the convex curve of Annie's belly, his face disappearing between her thighs. Unconsciously she spread her legs and let out a tremulous moan as Sam's relaxed tongue probed between her lips, tracing agonisingly slow figures of eight across her pussy, teasing her swollen clit.. Her eyes fluttered closed and her jaw slackened, dim light glinting off her moist tongue as she opened her eyes and gazed unfocussed towards Gene in the chair, her head lolling to the side. Her eyes became drawn to the languid movements of Gene’s hand over his cock. Her tongue pulled her lower lip into her mouth, emerging reddened from between her teeth, a long, low moan escaping from her throat. Gene could no longer resist the urge to join them, and with Annie’s tacit encouragement moved swiftly from his seat to kneel next to her, flies unzipped, hand working slowly up and down his shaft. He edged slightly closer, the head of his cock level with Annie’s mouth only a hair’s breadth away. He shuddered as her hot breath whispered across the head, and when her tongue flickered out to moisten her lips and glanced off the very tip Gene twitched and surged forward. Annie received him, swirling her tongue around him, savouring the salty-metallic taste of him as he slipped into her mouth. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, girl” he gasped. “Never ‘ad you down as a filthy tart.  You love that, dontcha?”

 

He thrust into her willing mouth, gliding over the plush smoothness of her tongue, teeth lightly grazing his shaft. His eyes wandered down over undulating curves to see Sam’s gaze fixed on him from between her thighs, drinking in the sight of Gene’s cock disappearing into Annie’s mouth. He pulled back briefly, his lips scandalously red, chin wet. As their eyes met. Sam’s tongue darted out and touched the centre of his top lip as though he was going to say something before disappearing back into the darkness of his mouth, his head sinking back for his tongue to lavish attention on Annie’s growing need. Annie moaned around Gene’s cock as Sam’s mouth sought out untended millimetres of her pussy, and Gene saw her stomach tense as Sam’s hand snaked up her thigh and joined in caressing her, his wrist twisting as he pushed his fingers inside her. Unwilling to see this end too soon, Gene pulled back from Annie. “That’s quite enough of that, missy” he growled low, casting one last glance at Sam’s head between Annie’s thighs, recalling the image of his messy mouth as he retreated to the chair.

 

Annie moved on the bed, writhing, seeking more friction, more penetration from Sam’s searching fingers. Tentatively, Sam moved his hand down Annie’s body to join the other, his fingers exploring sensitive territory. Cautiously, he circled around the pursed skin of her other entrance, unsure how she would react and stilling to judge his reception. She tensed briefly, but she did not move away from his fingers. Returning once again to place the flat of his tongue on her clit and apply gentle, undulating pressure, Sam trailed his finger through her ample moisture and pushed the tip of his finger just inside her arse. Hearing her moan was encouragement enough to continue, and he pushed his index and middle fingers back inside her pussy, slowly beckoning his other finger inside her arse. He cast a glance to the side, taking in the sight of Gene, fully clothed apart from his open shirt and flies, cock in his hand and leering lasciviously at the sight of Annie losing control so completely on the bed before him, wantonly stroking up and down the length of his shaft with a loose grip.

 

Sam felt Annie’s thighs begin to tense, bringing her knees to his shoulders. He introduced another finger into her arse and thrust a little harder, increasing the pressure and speed of his tongue, feeling her shudder and hearing her moan as her muscles started to pulse rhythmically around his fingers. He moved with her, guided by her, letting her control the pace as her orgasm peaked then ebbed, her legs falling open and a smile spreading across her lips as Sam crawled back up the bed to lie on his side beside her, watching her face as she stared at the ceiling.

 

“Oh my god, Sam. That was…” she broke off, unable to find the words. “I mean I’d wanted to before, but I didn’t think… Well, you know, I never thought that anyone did that with girls… I mean, no-one’s ever touched me there before”. Sam looked across at Gene, whose eyes were widening.

 

“What exactly have you been doing to the girl, you dirty little toerag?”

 

Sam stammered, unsure how to answer, but then unable to as Annie rolled to face him and kissed his wet, musky mouth. She pulled back, breathless, pupils dilated and eyes gleaming and looked Sam squarely in the face. “I want more. I want it again. I want you…” she gestured with her head to where Gene was sitting in the chair “and him. I want you both”

 

Sam swallowed half-nervously, stuffing down his anticipation to focus on her welfare. “Are you sure, Annie” he said seriously. “I mean it’s…”

 

“Yes, Sam. I’m sure. You seem to know what you’re doing. I don’t know how you do and I don’t want to, but I trust you. I never thought I’d get the chance, I mean how often does an opportunity like this present itself, eh?” She glanced across at Gene, and back at Sam. “I’m sure.”

 

Gene looked on in puzzlement, unable to follow the cryptic conversation. Something about the burning fire in Sam’s eyes searing into his over Annie’s shoulder told him to stay where he was, and for once he bit back the sarcastic comment and stayed silent as Sam ducked his head and kissed Annie again, his eyes raking over Gene’s face as his tongue mingled with Annie’s, eyes eventually stuttering shut as Gene saw her hand move to grasp Sam’s cock. She broke the kiss and whispered so Gene could barely hear. “I want this Sam, but I need you to show me. I need you to show me what to do.”

 

Sam caught Gene’s incredulous stare and silenced his burgeoning smart comment with a narrowing of his eyes. Sam could tell what Gene was thinking: both of them had seen how Annie handled herself with Roger at the Twillings’ party and they knew that she wasn’t a total innocent. But Sam could tell that Gene hadn’t yet twigged where this was going and he didn’t want him to ruin it with a throwaway witticism.

 

Sam gently pushed Annie away from him and moved into the centre of the bed, propped up against the headboard, facing Gene head-on, searching his face as he watched Gene’s eyes rake over his naked body, unconsciously licking his lips as his gaze came to rest on Sam’s cock. He reached across and offered a hand to Annie, pulling her to sit next to him.

 

“Any time you want to stop…” he started.

 

 “I won’t want to stop, Sam. I trust you to make it ok.” She squeezed his hand reassuringly Sam smiled at her and pulled her down into a brief kiss. “Come ‘ere” he said. “Face Gene and straddle my thighs”.

 

Annie did as she was told, facing Gene, kneeling upright above Sam’s cock. Gene watched as her eyes closed and she chewed her lip as Sam’s hand dipped into the sensitive wetness between her thighs. She pushed her buttocks back towards Sam’s chest as he worked his fingers in ways that Gene couldn’t see, and started to stroke his cock again at the sight of her hands wandering to her own breasts.

 

Sam moved his hand from behind Annie, wet with her juices mixed with his own saliva and briefly stroked the moisture into his cock, shuddering. He placed his hands on her waist and inched her forwards until her knees were almost next to his, then guided her arse backwards towards his cock, stopping her just as her flesh touched him. “You’re in control, we go at your pace, okay?” he said, and Annie nodded once. “Just relax and breathe”.

 

Annie rested her palms on her thighs, curving her spine and pushing herself further back. A gasp escaped her as the head of Sam’s cock pressed insistently against her arsehole and began to push slowly into her. Sam’s eyes screwed closed as he felt her ease, millimetre by millimetre, onto him, surrounding him with almost unbearable tightness. He opened his eyes to see Gene’s palm moving across the glistening head of his cock and down the shaft, his eyes shifting between Annie’s face twisted with half-pleasure, half-pain and between her legs where Sam’s cock was disappearing almost imperceptibly slowly until Annie rested on Sam’s lap, his cock buried all the way inside her.

 

“God, Sam. I feel so…” her voice cracked and she broke off as Sam tenderly pulled her back to rest against his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist.

 

“I’ve got you” he murmured, holding her steady as he spread his legs wider, forcing Annie’s apart, giving Gene a full view of Annie’s pussy tilted towards him. Gene growled, his hand visibly tightening around his cock, as he looked from Annie’s thighs to her face, then to Sam’s, his eyes hooded, his face full of barely restrained lust, staring at Gene with a burning intensity.

 

Annie held out her hand to Gene, inviting him to join them, Sam’s eyes still fixed on his face. He pushed himself from the chair in a smooth, almost feline move, divesting himself of his clothes before arriving at the end of the bed in just two strides. He knelt between her knees and breathed deeply, the heady smell of sex hanging over the bed. Inching closer, he looked deep into her eyes. “I had no idea what a dirty little girl you were” he snarled, shifting his hips, and beginning to push inside her, screwing his eyes up and watching her face. She was so hot, so wet, so very tight, and Gene could feel something else: the length of Sam’s cock pressed against his their balls resting together as they both instinctively stilled deep inside her. Annie’s eyes closed and her head rested back on Sam’s shoulder, leaving her neck exposed. Gene swooped down to lick at the exposed flesh, the movement pressing him further inside her, his face so close to Sam’s he could smell Annie’s musky scent on his breath. Gene shuddered, the image briefly filling his mind of kissing Sam to taste her, taste him, and he pushed himself back to his knees before he thought better of it.  

 

Gene set up a slow, steady rhythm. He’d never felt anything like it before, the strangely delicious friction of another man’s cock grinding against his own through Annie’s gossamer-thin skin coupled with the tightness of Annie, so completely filled. He looked down at Sam cradling Annie, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples, licking her neck, her hair spilling over his shoulder and onto his face. Sam looked up, directly into Gene’s eyes as he whispered softly into Annie’s ear, things Gene couldn’t hear, but they made Annie moan and writhe, causing new kinds of friction for all of them. Gene pulled almost all the way out of Annie, glancing down to see his cock and Sam’s so close together and feeling an illicit thrill as he thrust hard back into her, making her yelp. Her hand moved down across her belly, searching out her clit, followed by Sam’s, his fingers twining with hers, stroking her with her own fingers, his fingers almost touching Gene’s cock.

 

Gene’s pace increased, the vision of the two of them beneath him and the near-touch of Sam’s fingers making his thrusts more erratic. Shifting his hips and thrusting deeply, Sam’s fingers flickered across the wet base of Gene’s cock, their eyes meeting over Annie, pupils wide. A jolt like electricity shot through Gene and he stilled and held his breath, waiting for Sam to make the next move. Sam moaned and shifted beneath Annie, making her gasp at the sensation as she was stretched and filled by them both. She ground her arse into Sam’s lap, squeezing Gene’s cock inside her against Sam’s, the cacophony of sounds escalated to a frenzy of gasps and moans as a wave of sensation crashed across them in their pile on the bed . Gene felt his balls tighten, throwing his head back as he was consumed by his orgasm, filling Annie over and over with forceful jets, balls resting on Sam’s. The look of contorted pleasure on Gene’s face, the sensation of Gene’s cock pulsing against his own, Annie’s tight heat as she ground onto him, overtaken by her own orgasm, forced Sam into stillness. Sam opened his eyes and let out a strangled cry, seeing Gene’s eyes searching his face as he rocked back and forth, the head of his cock massaging his own through Annie’s contracting muscles. He came hard, gripping Annie tightly against him, eyes locked with Gene’s.

 

Gene pulled away from them both and lay on the one side of the bed, reaching onto the floor for his trousers to pull out a packet of cigarettes. Sam held Annie’s waist lightly as she moved off his lap and nudged Sam over to lie between the two of them. She looked from one to the other and grinned. As their eyes met briefly across the top of Annie’s head, Gene winked at Sam, lit his fag and took a deep, satisfied drag, blowing out a plume of white smoke and settling back against the headboard. He rolled his head to the side to look at Annie and raised an eyebrow. “Well, that’s certainly one way to make sure you fit into the team, eh?”