Three's a Crowd | By : Andiepants Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author:
Andie Kennedy
Rating:
NC-17
Summary:
Andie runs into the two guys she hates most on the way out of Potions.
Pairings:
Andie/James/Chance
Characters:
Andie, James, Chance, mentions of Prof. Turner
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything Harry Potterish. Or any characters but Andie.
Andie exited the Potions classroom, hugging
her books to her chest as she walked and staring at the ground. She hummed
lightly. Professor Turner had given her a strange look as she was helping him clean
up when he’d put his hand on her shoulder and she’d winced. It was getting
harder and harder to cover up her bruises. Especially since some of them were
in the shape of James’s teeth. That was a lot harder to explain.
She rounded the corner in the dank hallway and stopped abruptly as she spotted
James and Chance. Her face contorted with disgust at the sight of two of the
men she hated most in the world. Her abusive boyfriend and the guy who’d
decided his life’s mission was to make her miserable. As much as she despised
James she didn’t know how to get rid of him… She still had to finish the school
year and if she tried to dump him it would only come out worse for her in the
end. He would make sure she regretted the attempt until the day she died.
“...and did you see the banner? It was in about three pieces on the ground…”
James was saying.
“Yeah! One thing I like about Slytherin is they really know how to throw a
party,” Chance agreed, laughing.
Andie ducked her head, realizing there was no other way back to the dorm
without going passed them. She started walking quickly, hoping they wouldn’t
notice her.
She’d almost made it passed them when she felt James’s hand snake out and grab
her upper arm. His grip was fierce, but she forced herself not to wince at the
stab of pain that shot up her arm. He pulled her close to him and dropped a
light kiss on her forehead, smiling in greeting. She didn’t resist, but didn’t
respond either. Chance gave her a smirk, which she longed to wipe from his face
with her fist, and at the same time she wanted nothing more than to kiss the
sauciness from his lips.
“Andie, it’s nice to see you,” Chance said sarcastically.
“I’ll bet,” she retorted, her voice matching his in scorn.
“Now, now, kiddies, play nicely,” James interrupted, stroking his thumb
absently over her shoulder. She continued to glare at the brunette, hoping to
God that if James could sense the sexual tension between her and Chance that he
wouldn’t make her pay for it later.
“James, how can you deal with something that… volatile?” Chance spat, eyeing
Andie with a great deal of contempt and something else that could have been
lust.
“Chance…” James started warningly.
“No, it’s okay, hun,” Andie said to James. “Let him talk.” She arched an
eyebrow at Chance, daring him to continue his insulting rant. He looked at her,
sliding his gaze up over her body, lingering in a few choice areas and letting
her feel the vulgarity of the action before his gaze went back to James.
“You don’t have to settle for mediocrity. You can do better.” James’s jaw
tightened almost imperceptibly. Anybody else probably wouldn’t have been able
to tell, but Andie had more than her share of experience in the angry!James
category. Before she had any chance to react, James had let go of her and
pushed Chance up against the stone wall of the dungeon, his gaze glittering
with rage.
“Don’t you ever criticize my girlfriend again, Carter. You’re just jealous
because she’s a delectable piece of ass and you can’t lay a hand on her.”
Andie’s expression promptly turned indignant as Chance eyed her…again. Piece of
ass? She glared at James’s back.
“Can’t?” Chance retorted. “I think it’s more that I despise the thought.”
“Tell that to your little friend,” Andie murmured, nodding at his pants. Chance
looked down and rolled his eyes, swearing. He really hadn’t noticed the
erection straining against the denim of his jeans. James laughed slightly.
“Chance, I knew you wanted her, bud, but I didn’t think you really wanted her.”
Chance just glared at him, shoving him away and fixing his already perfect
collar. He desperately tried to think of something icky, like worms. Anything
but the fiery little blonde writhing beneath him as she moaned in ecstasy.
James looked between Andie and Chance, and Andie was utterly certain she should
feel apprehensive about the expression on James’s face. When he smirked at
them, she could almost feel her stomach drop from her body. What the hell did
he have planned…?
He took her by the wrist, pulling her forward until she stood in front of him,
facing Chance. Then he took her books from her hands and dropped them to the
floor next to her. James slowly lifted her blonde hair off her neck and kissed
the bared, making sure Andie kept her eyes on Chance. Then he drew his tongue
up her neck and Andie felt herself shiver. It wasn’t fair that a man she
despised could invoke such reactions in her. She saw Chance swallow heavily as
he watched them, his hands clenching and unclenching again at his sides.
James’s hand traveled up her ribcage before cupping her breast through the
cloth of her robes and squeezing it. He looked at Chance.
“You know you want to, Chance. I’m offering you the…uh…chance of a lifetime
here, if you’ll forgive the pun.” He laughed at his own joke, although neither
Chance nor Andie seemed to find it remotely amusing. Andie’s eyes fluttered
closed as James roughly caressed her through the cloth. “You want it, don’t
you, baby?” James muttered to her. “You want him.” She didn’t respond right
away, but forced her eyes open and looked at Chance, who was staring at her
with unmistakably prurience. With his free hand, James impatiently yanked on
her hair. She winced. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes,” she said again, more firmly. “Yes, I want him.”
James grinned with satisfaction and found the clasp of her robes. With a wisp,
they fell to the ground, leaving the blouse and skirt that was a mandatory part
of the Hogwarts uniform. Then his fingers found the buttons on the blouse,
which he started undoing slowly from behind her. He kissed her again just
behind the ear.
“You heard the girl, Chance. She wants you. Take her.”
Andie was almost frightened by the hunger that flashed through Chance’s eyes,
but, at the same time, it only made her more wanton, more eager the feel his
hands on her skin. She found it unbelievable that she could be so disgusted by
someone’s presence and still long for his touch. But then, she felt the same
way about James.
She felt James’s hands on her waist, gripping her tightly from behind as though
he were afraid she might run. Chance took a hesitant step forward, running his
fingers over her cheekbone and jaw line before burying them knuckle-deep in her
long, silky blonde hair. Then his lips crashed down on hers.
Chance’s lips weren’t gentle and persuasive like James’s. She was sure James
kissed her like that to make it seem like he was apologizing for what he did to
her. But Chance didn’t seem to be apologizing for anything.
On the contrary, his kiss was harsh and bruising and burning with years of
suppressed lust.
She remembered feeling him kiss her for the first time and it seemed so long
ago that she’d been a first year at Hogwarts. They’d both matured a great deal
since then, and it was noticeable.
As his tongue pushed her lips apart, his teeth bit at her bottom lip, almost
hard enough to draw blood, and she felt his free hand on her bare thigh as it
inched up under her skirt. His fingers danced along the creamy skin on the
inside of her thigh and she shivered as his tongue gave a deft sweep through
the heated interior of her mouth.
Andie felt something pinch lightly at the back of her neck. It seemed James
wanted to remind her that he was still there. As though she could forget.
Chance inched his fingers higher and tore his lips from hers, groaning with
lust as he discovered that she wasn’t wearing panties. James didn’t let her.
She gasped when he touched her intimately.
“You like that little surprise, Chance?” James muttered, smirking as he let his
tongue twirl around her earlobe.
“Good Lord,” was the only reply Chance gave him as his fingers played at her
moist entrance.
“Hot, isn’t it? Bet you’re just aching to get inside her now, aren’t you?”
James’s hand slipped into her partially unbuttoned shirt and squeezed her
nipple through the lacy bra she was wearing. Andie whimpered softly and she
felt Chance push his fingers into her with one quick, purposeful thrust. She
gasped lightly. James snaked an arm around her waist to hold her upright. She
grabbed hold of the front of Chance’s robes with her fists and yanked him down
so that his ear was millimeters from her lips.
“I hate you,” she whispered harshly and his thumb brushed over the sensitive
mound of flesh hidden beneath damp folds of her skin. Her hips jerked
involuntarily.
“Likewise,” he responded, smirking against her skin as her eyes fluttered shut.
Andie was sure he was loving this. Hate really did wonders for one’s sex life.
Chance’s fingers moved inside her, stroking and petting in all the right
places, intent on making her want him so badly that she’d beg him to take her.
Well, he could get over himself, because she sure as hell wasn’t that
desperate. Yet…
When she opened her eyes again, she was in an empty classroom. It seemed that
someone had decided that the hallway was not the place for a sweaty, nekkid
threesome. Chance withdrew his hand from between her thighs and she almost
whimpered at the loss she felt. But it was replaced by the rush of liquid
between her thighs as he raised his stick fingers to her mouth, slipping them
between her plaint lips. Her tongue swirled around his fingers, lifting her
juices off of them and letting her taste run over her tongue. As he drew his
fingers out of her mouth, she nipped them lightly with her teeth and he
groaned.
James tugged on her hand and she turned around to find him sitting back on the
teacher’s desk, his hands on the edge of it and holding him in an upright
position. His legs draped over the side closest to her, bent at the knees.
She let go of Chance and turned away from him, moving to stand between James’s
knees. He pulled off his robes and her hands moved up the khaki pants he was
wearing, coming to rest at his belt buckle. Andie deftly unbuckled it and then
slid the zipper slowly down over his rock hard erection. He hissed a breath out
through his teeth as she glided her hands into his pants, removing his erection
from the material. She bent over the desk and flicked her hair over her
shoulder to keep it out of the way as she took him in her mouth, watching him intently
the entire time. Her tongue slid over the velvety skin and his hand found its
way to her the back of her head, grasping a handful of her hair and guiding her
as he moaned.
From behind her, she felt Chance lift her skirt and smooth his hands over the
skin of her bottom. His fingers came to grip her by the hips and the drew his
tip over her entrance, teasing her. Her fingers dug into the bit of James’s
shirt she was holding and her moan was muffled by James’s erection, but the
vibration made his eyes roll back. She pulled her mouth away, taking over
stroking him with her hand. He didn’t seem to mind, however.
“Chance, what the fuck are you doing?” she choked out as he grazed over her
again without actually entering her. She could tell he was smiling just by the
tone of his voice.
“You. Well, almost…” She moaned. This was torture.
“Chance, for fuck’s sake…”
“Say please.”
She glazed her thumb over James’s velvety tip.
“No,” Andie responded defiantly. She wasn’t going to beg. Not to him.
Chance grazed himself over the sensitive bead of skin between her thighs.
“Dammit, Chance…”
“Say it. Come on, Andie. You’re wetter than Niagara Falls. Just say please and
I’ll screw you through the desk. Just one little word…” His hand moved to the
small of her back and pressed her firmly into the desk to keep her from
squirming as he effectively attempted to drive her insane.
“Just say it, girl,” James commanded, “so you can get back to work.” She glared
up at him and slid her teeth over the head of his erection. He hissed in pain.
Chance pressed against her phallus again and she whimpered with need and
arousal.
“One little word –”
“Please! Please, Chance, please fuck me,” she interrupted, grinding the words
out desperately from between her teeth.
A grin of satisfaction spread across his face as he drove into her hard from
behind. She cried out, squeezing her eyes shut as a fierce crack of pleasure
stabbed through her, straight up her spine. With a low groan, she slid her
tongue up James’s shaft, swirling it around the head before taking his entire
length into her the heated interior of her mouth. James inhaled sharply when
she pressed her thumb against the base of his priapus. Chance pulled almost
completely out of her before thrusting back into her with harsh abandon.
They were both being used, and both knew it, but neither cared. Nor did James,
who’s head had lolled back into his shoulder, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his
throat as his breathing became ragged and shallow.
With Chance pumping into her from behind and James filling her mouth, Andie
wasn’t sure she could have handled much more man. Especially one she hated. She
was literally having her fill of guys she despised, and she was, amazingly,
enjoying it immensely. How karmic.
Once they found a rhythm, they didn’t break it, moving together in a sweaty
mass of limbs, pleasured moans and eager hands.
James’s fingers wound and tugged on Andie’s hair as Chance gripped her shoulder
with one hand, his other grasping her hip tightly enough to leave bruises. She
was used to that, so, frankly, she couldn’t have cared less. James’s other hand
was propping him up with the edge of the desk. Andie was supported by her
elbows, one hand smoothing over James where her lips couldn’t be at the same
time, the other tightly clutching a bit of his robes, the knuckles whitening as
Chance pushed her closer and closer to her climax.
The sweet friction of both men moving inside her at once became too much and
she shattered, shuddering violently as Chance came inside her with one final
thrust. Chance kept himself buried inside her to the hilt while he recovered
from his intense orgasm. Andie gave one last light nip on the tip of James’s
penis and he came too, squirting his seed into her mouth. More because she if
she didn’t there’d be repercussions than because she wanted to, she lapped up
every last bit, swallowing it down without complaint.
She felt Chance pull out of her and straightened up, smoothing her skirt down
and rebuttoning her shirt as Chance and James both tucked themselves back into
their pants. So far, nobody had said a word since they’d finished their
threesome.
Andie moved out into the hallway, snatching her robes up off the ground and
yanking them on over her uniform. As she was picking up her books, James and
Chance exited the classroom, looking somewhat disheveled, but none the worse
for wear.
Predictably, James kissed her quickly on the forehead and gave her an insulting
slap on the ass before heading back to the Slytherin common room. Chance must have
seen the expression of intense sadness on her face, because he reached out to
take her arm, probably for some sort of uncharacteristically comforting
gesture, but Andie didn’t want his pity.
She jerked her arm away from him.
“Don’t. Just… don’t,” she forced out of her throat, her voice almost cracking
with emotion. Poor Chance probably didn’t even have any idea what the hell was
wrong with her.
Before he could respond, she spun away from him and stalked off, quickly
turning the corner that lead to the staircase and the rest of the castle, and
leaving Chance standing in the hall, looking a bit confused as the
post-orgasmic flush faded from his cheeks and his hair started to fall back
into place.
La Fin
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