What the Three of Us Discovered by the Fireplace

Snow fell slowly on the other side of the cabin’s windows, drawing a white veil over the pines in the valley. Inside, the fireplace burned with the calm intensity of oak, and the room smelled of resin and embers. Helena was still stretched out on the rug, her blond hair stuck to her forehead and a smile floating across her face. Beside her, Mateo was pushing himself up on his elbows, still breathing raggedly and staring at me as if I had just opened a door whose existence he had never suspected.

—What the hell was that, Carolina? —he asked in a dry voice, trying to make sense of what his body had just experienced.

I approached barefoot over the hides on the rug, feeling my own wetness announcing itself with every step. That scene had brought me to the edge without anyone touching me. I knelt beside him and stroked his cheek with the backs of my fingers.

—You’ve just discovered your P-spot —I told him softly—. The prostate responds just like a woman’s G-spot. Your body had never learned to listen to it.

Mateo looked at me as though he had just realized the map he knew was incomplete. Beside him, Helena was beginning to find her voice again. She ran her tongue over her lips, still swollen, and smiled without fully opening her eyes. Her breasts moved with the rhythm of a breath that had not yet settled, her nipples taut, her collarbones gleaming with sweat.

—It’s incredible —Mateo said, and his cock sprang against his thigh again, waking up—. We have to try it together. Now.

—Breathe for a little while, my love. We have all night —I replied, and slid toward Helena to kiss her. Her tongue tasted of recent pleasure, something sweet and rough at the same time. I bit her lower lip, and she answered by digging her fingers into my breasts, squeezing them with the wonderful clumsiness of someone who had not entirely returned from her orgasm. I smothered a moan against her jaw.

***

Twenty minutes later, the three of us were naked on the rug. The logs crackled with hypnotic consistency, and the orange glow danced across our skin, outlining muscles and curves in an almost theatrical light. Mateo had lain on his back with his arms spread, offered up. His cock rested against his belly but was already promising to wake again. Helena stroked his thighs with her nails, pausing at each vein, while I settled between his legs with the bottle of lubricant in my hand.

—This time, you’re going farther —I whispered.

The gel was cold. I let it fall onto my fingers and rubbed my fingertips together to warm it before searching for the ring of muscle between his buttocks. Mateo did not flinch as he had the first time. He relaxed, rested his head against the cushion, and let out his breath slowly. Meanwhile, Helena had slipped toward her own center and was stroking herself with slow circles over her already glistening clitoris, watching everything from the side, biting her lip.

—I’m going to enter very slowly —I warned.

My index finger sank in gently, and after a couple of centimeters it found that small, round swelling hidden toward the front. I began pressing it with a short, firm motion, like someone knocking on a door without hurry. Mateo arched his back so forcefully that his shoulder blades lifted off the rug. A deep, low sound rose from his chest to his throat. His cock jerked against his abdomen with every beat of his heart. A thick drop of clear fluid slid down his glans and fell onto his navel.

—Carolina… I didn’t know… —he murmured, eyes closed, shaking his head in small spasms.

Helena could not hold out any longer. She leaned over him and took his cock into her mouth in one clean, almost devotional motion. Her tongue circled his frenulum, her lips moved down and up, and she took him into the back of her throat as far as she could. The combination of my finger inside him and her hot mouth around him stole his breath. He began to moan shamelessly, making those broken sounds that appear only when someone stops thinking.

—More, please, more… —he begged in a broken voice, his hands tangled in Helena’s blond hair, not daring to push her but unwilling to let her go.

I increased the pace. My fingers worked with a precision learned from other bodies, on other nights, while Helena gave her throat over to him with a hunger I had never known in her. The crackle of the fire, the wet smack of her mouth, his ragged breathing: it was an intimate music, made only for the three of us.

—I’m coming… I’m going to come —Mateo warned urgently.

—Not yet —I said, and withdrew my finger in one motion. Helena released his cock with a wet sound and remained suspended over him, her lips shining, waiting for my signal.

Mateo opened his eyes, incredulous. His whole body trembled with frustration, the muscles of his abdomen taut as cords, his cock throbbing with an almost painful rhythm.

—Carolina, please… I’m begging you…

—Trust me —I replied.

I sank my finger in again, this time with a faster, more deliberate motion, finding his prostate without hesitation. Helena resumed sucking him with the same devotion as before, now using both hands: one wrapped around the base, the other resting on his thigh. I added a second finger and began massaging with small, firm circles, alternating pressure and speed. It was a technique I had learned over the years, and I used it carefully, measuring each of his breaths.

Mateo’s moans became short, primal cries that lost all shape of words. His back arched at an angle that seemed impossible, his heels dug into the rug, and then he exploded. The orgasm shook his entire body, a long convulsion that would not end. Helena swallowed as much as she could, and what she could not spilled over her chin, her neck, and my breasts. At the sight of it, she too was shaken by a smaller, muffled orgasm, biting the back of her hand so she would not scream.

***

When the three of us caught our breath again, we lay still, staring at the ceiling. Mateo’s eyes were glassy and open, as if he were still coming back. He placed a hand on my thigh and squeezed it.

—I’ve never felt anything like that —he said, his voice rough—. I didn’t know my body could do that.

—And we’re still not finished —I replied with a smile, before leaning over Helena to clean her breast with my tongue. She shuddered beneath my mouth, let out a low moan, and dug her nails into the nape of my neck.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, indifferent. Inside, the fire was beginning to fade, and no one did anything to stoke it, because the heat was coming from somewhere else.

***

The rest was brief. When Helena sat up, the atmosphere had changed. We were no longer a couple with an experienced guest. We were three bodies that had crossed a line together and wanted to discover what lay on the other side. There was a new spark in Helena’s eyes, that mixture of curiosity and power that appears only when someone realizes she can direct the scene too.

She approached Mateo and began kissing his chest slowly, tracing his nipples with the tip of her tongue. He sighed, ran a hand through her hair, and let her continue.

—I want to feel you again —she murmured against his collarbone—. But this time, I’m in charge.

Mateo opened his eyes and looked at her with a tired, happy smile.

—All yours.

I remained seated, thighs spread and fingers lost between my lips. I was in no hurry to enter the scene again. Watching Helena take the reins was a spectacle I did not want to interrupt.

Helena straddled him, her knees on either side of his waist. Her sex, already swollen and glistening, settled over his half-erect cock. She began rubbing herself in slow circles, unhurriedly, waking him. Every roll was a soft stroke against her clitoris and a greeting to his cock, which responded quickly. In less than a minute, it was hard again.

Helena lifted herself slightly, braced one hand, and with the other guided the head of his cock toward her entrance. She held herself there for a few seconds, eyes closed, letting only the tip enter. Then, with a long sigh, she lowered herself.

The sound she made was almost a scream. She remained motionless for a few moments, adjusting to him, then began to move. At first, slowly. Her rhythm was that of someone who did not want to waste anything, who wanted to feel every inch sliding in and out. She braced her hands on Mateo’s chest, lifted herself over his thighs, and lowered herself with calm precision.

—Like that… like that —she repeated in a broken voice—. You’re huge.

The pace increased. Helena began riding him harder, her buttocks slapping against his thighs with a wet sound that mingled with the crackle of the logs. Her breasts bounced with every movement. I could not hold back any longer. I crawled toward them and took one of her nipples into my mouth. She cried out again, arching against my face.

As I sucked her, I slid my fingers to her clitoris and began rubbing her in quick circles. His cock filling her, my mouth on her breast, my fingers above: it was too much. Helena lost it. Her rhythm broke, her movements became erratic, and an enormous orgasm swept through her. Her walls clenched around Mateo with a force he felt, because he groaned deeply and gripped her hips.

But she did not stop. Caught in her own wave, she kept riding him, seeking the next orgasm and the one after that. She was a woman without brakes. Mateo clenched his teeth, trying to hold out, wanting to prolong it.

—I’m not going to stop —she said in a voice I had never heard from her before—. I’m going to ride you until you come inside me.

That sentence was the trigger. Mateo arched his back with a long groan and came inside her in waves that made her close her eyes and bite her lip. Helena received every spasm and collapsed onto him, panting, laughing softly against his neck.

***

I withdrew slowly, watching them like someone backing away from a bonfire. But Helena was not finished. She separated from Mateo, her sex still glistening with their mixture, and slid downward. She settled between his legs and took his cock into her mouth.

Mateo moaned, far too sensitive, but she paid him no mind. She cleaned him with her tongue, slowly, with an almost tender attentiveness. She savored hers and his together, without disgust, without putting on a show. When she finished, she curled up beside him, and he embraced her with what little strength he had left. I joined them, dropping down on his other side, and the three of us remained there like a knot of arms and legs, listening to the fire, which no longer crackled as fiercely.

—This changed something —Helena said very softly against Mateo’s chest.

—Yes —he replied hoarsely—. Everything.

I said nothing. There was no need. The snow continued falling outside, white and stubborn, but inside, the night was far from over, and all three of us knew it.