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Harvey’s suite is so much better than Mike’s horrible, dank, boxy excuse for a hotel room that after their lunch meeting he follows Harvey back there, insists upon coming inside and outright refuses to leave, despite Harvey’s withering glare and periodic demands he do exactly that. After an hour or so Harvey gives up on trying to get Mike to go away, slinking off to the bathroom to play in his hot tub instead; Mike kicks off his shoes and reclines on the sofa in the living room with his laptop, and begins drafting up the contract they need to present to the client tomorrow morning.
A while later a knock at the door startles Mike and he yells out, “Are you expecting someone?” to which Harvey shouts back, “It’s the masseuse, let her in!”
Muttering under his breath about lazy bosses who pamper themselves while their underlings do all the fucking work, Mike stalks over to the door and swings it open.
Woah.
Hot chick alert.
Harvey, you lucky, lucky bastard.
In the face of such an exquisite female specimen, Mike is momentarily speechless, unable to do anything but gape. He should probably close his mouth right about now.
“I’m Jude,” says the beautiful woman, beautiful mouth curling into a beautiful, crooked smile. “Your massage therapist.”
Jude. Not the sexiest name in the world, but there’s an unmistakable twinkle of intelligence in her eyes, and an appealing, no-nonsense air about her. Pretty, but down to earth. Mike feels an instant connection — maybe he’s known her for years in an alternate universe — and he decides the name suits her and that he likes it.
Mike grins. “Hey Jude.” He shuts his eyes and tries not to crack up at his own lameness. “I’m sorry. You probably hate that.”
She snorts. “Depends who says it. From you, I don’t mind.” Mike is officially in love. “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” Mike says, backing up and gesturing into the suite, taking a surreptitious sniff of her as she walks past him — she smells like lavender. “Make yourself at home.”
“Where do you want me?” She’s got her table folded up under her arm and is casting around for a place to set up.
“Oh, you’re not here for me. Unfortunately.”
“You’re not Mr. Specter?”
“Nope. Mr. Specter is in the bath, but he’ll be out soon.”
“Shame,” she says, with a leer that makes Mike’s knees wobble.
“You can say that again,” he replies, gaze sweeping over her body. “I mean, when you’re done with Harvey, you could always...” The white shirt she’s wearing is so tight across the chest it perfectly accentuates the luscious curve of her— shit, Mike, pull yourself together. Eyes on her face. He clears his throat. “Do you have any available appointments after this one?” It’s four o’clock now, if he’s lucky maybe her shift ends at five. Maybe she’ll agree to work an extra hour, he’ll happily pay her under the table, or double, or whatever.
“As it happens, Mr. Specter is my last appointment.”
“Great. So...?”
But before she can answer— “Mike, stop hitting on my masseuse and get back to work.” Harvey strolls into the room, wearing only a small white towel, tied firm around his hips. Mike finds himself transfixed for probably longer than is acceptable, but hey, this is his first time seeing Harvey’s naked chest and he’s only human.
Harvey is fitter than Mike — he runs, he boxes, he goes to the gym regularly — but not actually as ripped as Mike had imagined. Not that he imagines what Harvey looks like naked very often or anything, but on the rare occasions it’s crossed his mind he pictured a six pack, and he’s weirdly disappointed to learn otherwise. Also weirdly turned on. There’s evidence of Harvey’s age and indulgent lifestyle right there in his lack of muscle definition and Mike is sorely tempted to tell Harvey he might want to think about laying off the hot dogs now he’s nearly forty, but he holds his tongue because, actually, he likes the realness of him, standing there out of his age-defying suits and still managing to look sexy. The longer Mike stares the more the buff fantasy version of Harvey he's carried around in his head for months fades to insignificance. Because this is better. Harvey is not a god, he’s not perfect beneath his perfect suits, he’s a fallible human being with just a touch of midlife fat on his bones, powerful upper arms, long shapely legs, and olive skin that’s no doubt soft to the touch, because Harvey’s the type to exfoliate.
Jude apparently likes what she sees too, her roving eyes sparkling as she introduces herself to Harvey. They make flirtatious small talk as she sets up the table — perpendicular to Mike’s couch so he’ll have a good view of the proceedings — and Mike settles back into his seat. As he opens his laptop again without even glancing at it, he watches Harvey climb onto the massage table and lie down on his front.
Jude pours oil into the palm of her hand, the heady scent of lavender drifting through the air, and then she slides both of her hands together, warming the oil in preparation. When she lays her hands on Harvey’s back he lets out a low hum of pleasure. “So you’re his boss I take it?”
“Yep,” Harvey replies, voice croaky with relaxation. “I taught him everything he knows.”
“That is not true,” Mike assures Jude. “He taught me only a tiny fraction of what I know.”
“See what I have to deal with? So ungrateful. Mmm that feels great.”
“You’ve got a lot of tension in your shoulders, Mr. Specter. I’m going to take care of that for you.”
“Call me Harvey.”
“Okay, Harvey.” She smiles over at Mike. “And what should I call you?”
“Mike.” He can’t take his eyes off them — he wishes he could see Harvey’s face, but it’s buried in the face cradle at the head of the table; it’s not a total bust though because Harvey is making these little noises, these little guttural sighs, that make it sound like he’s in heaven right now, and the way Jude is touching him is hypnotic — like she’s really enjoying herself, and who can blame her? No doubt most of her clients are unattractive, it must be a rare treat getting to work on someone who looks like Harvey.
It’s the most serene half hour of Mike’s life, watching a beautiful woman massaging a beautiful man; she kneads his shoulders and presses her clever fingers into his neck; works her hands all the way down and then all the way up the length of his legs. Strokes his back and asks him if he’d like her to do his front as well.
As Harvey turns over — with enough graceful skill his towel remains in place — he looks over at Mike. “Enjoying the show?” he asks, deadpan.
“You know how it is, just getting myself psyched up for my turn.”
Jude strokes Harvey’s chest in a manner both professional and decidedly sensual, and Mike starts an inward chant to himself — do not get an erection, do not get an erection, do not get an erection — as Harvey says, “What makes you think you’re next?”
“I am, right?” Mike checks with Jude.
“How can I resist those baby blues,” she says. “I don’t mind working late tonight.”
“Jude, you are aware this is not his suite, and that any massage Mike solicits from you should not be charged to this room, right?”
“Oh,” she says, looking unperturbed. “Does that mean you want us to relocate to Mike’s room when I’m done with you?”
A little smile flashes up on Harvey’s face but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. “I didn’t say that. I wouldn’t want you to suffer your last session of the evening in that hovel.”
She’s working on his thighs now but her eyes are locked with Harvey’s. “I see. So you’re generous but not that generous.”
His smile turns wolfish. “No I’m generous, I’m just not a mug.”
“Oh for God’s sake, ignore him, Jude. He’s totally gonna pay for mine as well.”
This delights her. She chuckles under her breath as the tips of her fingers disappear under Harvey’s towel, massaging so high up his thigh Mike has to dig his thumb and fingers into the flesh of his own, just to find out what it feels like. “Aw, you’re like his daddy,” she says, managing to make it sound like the dirtiest thing in the entire world. “Trying to teach him the value of things but completely unable to resist spoiling him.”
Mike waits for Harvey’s snarky response, but instead sees with surprise some movement beneath Harvey’s towel. Yep, his towel is definitely moving and Mike wonders what exactly provoked it: the delivery of her observation, or the content of it? Or is it just down to what she’s doing with her hands?
“I’m not old enough to be his father,” Harvey murmurs. And while there may be no wit in his retort, there’s plenty of meaning behind it: he’s not that much older than them, and he’s just as virile.
Jude moves up the table and slides her fingers up the sides of Harvey’s neck and face. “But you care about him. I can tell.”
Harvey looks over at Mike and huffs out a laugh, before whispering to Jude. “That is none of his business.”
The room falls silent and Jude continues rubbing Harvey all over, and all the while Harvey’s erection grows. No one says anything about it, but Mike can tell Jude is as aware of it as he is. Harvey, who should probably be at least somewhat embarrassed, instead looks blissed out and not worried or self-conscious about his arousal in the least, which isn’t helping Mike stay calm. Mike’s pants have become uncomfortably tight, and the way Jude’s eyes keep lingering on the tent at Harvey’s crotch, like she wants to rip the towel away and just take him into her mouth right there, in front of Mike, it’s fucking obscene is what it is. Totally fucking obscene.
She’s biting her lip in this distractingly sexy way, and looking down into Harvey’s eyes. “Do you want me to take care of that?” she says, in a smoky, dirty murmur. She glances south and then back at Harvey.
“That’s very kind of you to offer,” Harvey says softly. “But I don’t pay for sex.”
She shakes her head at him. “And I’m not a hooker. I’m offering because I want to do it.” She licks her lips. “No extra charge.”
Harvey doesn’t even look surprised; it’s like he already knew the answer, but just needed her confirmation. He stares up at her, and Mike thinks he’s about to say yes but then Harvey looks over at him, checking to see what Mike thinks about all of this.
“I don’t mind,” he says straight away.
Harvey’s eyes linger on Mike for a few seconds, before he looks back up at Jude. He gives her a small nod, and she grins. She oils up her hands once more and then pushes one of them under Harvey’s towel and Mike can see the edge of her knuckles beneath the white material as her hand slides up and up and he can see she’s got it curved around Harvey’s length and then she’s moving it up and down...
It’s frustrating she’s doing this underneath the towel because Mike wants to see what’s going on, but it’s probably not his place to suggest otherwise. And it is still really sexy, the movement under the towel and the way Harvey’s mouth falls open, the way his breathing gets louder, the way Jude’s eyes lose focus... God this is awesome. Mike was expecting to have fun with Harvey on this trip but never in a million years did he imagine they’d have this kind of fun. Sex kind of fun. Mike getting a live porn show kind of fun. Mike wanting to take his clothes off and join them kind of fun.
And when Jude breathes out, “Oh you feel good,” Mike lets out an audible groan and has to grab hold of his cock through his pants and squeeze.
“You like that?” Harvey murmurs, spreading his thighs a little, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm. That’s when she pulls back the towel, clearly as impatient as Mike is to see all of Harvey.
To see his big, hard cock, smooth and gleaming with oil, with its dark, swollen head, disappearing into her fist and reappearing again, Harvey fucking her fist and knowing Mike is watching and not minding at all.
Mike’s mouth fills up with saliva. He’s stopped trying to refrain from touching himself, and is now stroking himself with his thumb, the urge to unzip his fly so overwhelming he isn’t sure how much longer he’ll be able to resist it. Harvey reaches up with one hand and pops a button on Jude’s shirt, causing her breasts to spill right out, and then he pulls one of the cups of her bra down over her hard, rosy nipple, before twisting and pinching it between his thumb and his first two fingers.
“Would you like Mike to come over here and touch you?” Harvey asks her, flattening his fingers and slipping them inside the bra cup so he can fondle her breast.
Jude nods. “Yes please.”
Mike doesn’t need to be told twice. He pushes his laptop off his lap, leaps to his feet and strides over to them. Standing behind Jude he grabs her hips, squeezing the soft flesh and enjoying the way she turns her head towards him with a moan and presses her big, soft ass back against his aching cock. It makes him thrust forward, for more pressure, and they start grinding against one another, Mike watching over her shoulder as she pumps Harvey’s cock in her fist.
Impatient to feel how wet she is, Mike slides his hands over her belly and deftly undoes the fly of the white pants she’s wearing. As soon as he’s got them open he jams his hand down her panties, over her pubic hair and into the humid space between her legs. She’s so wet he’s easily able to slide two fingers into her vagina, thrusting them inside a few times and then just palming her clit and pussy, concentrating on the way she moves, letting her set the rhythm and the angle, and attempting, with difficulty, to undo his own fly left-handed at the same time.
She takes her hand off Harvey and strips off her shirt, and now Mike’s got a long, smooth expanse of back in front of him, marred only by the straps of her bra, and so he decides to help with that, taking his hand out of her panties and unhooking it. Fuck it, all these stupid clothes have to go. Pushing her pants and panties down over her gorgeous round bottom, he falls to his knees and buries his face in the crack of her ass. He spreads her cheeks with his fingers and licks and kisses her asshole as she chants out above him, “ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” When he looks up he finds Harvey, pushed up on his elbows and gazing down at him with hooded eyes. Mike pushes a hand between Jude’s legs and cups her mound, slipping his thumb inside her. He smiles a little and keeps his eyes locked on Harvey as he licks her ass again.
“Who here has condoms?” Mike asks.
“I do,” Harvey says.
“Me too,” says Jude.
Mike stands up but he keeps his hand where it is, stroking her pussy, fingering her, she’s so fucking wet it’s insane, and he’s about to suggest they move to the bedroom when Jude bends her head and takes Harvey’s cock in her mouth.
“Oh shit,” Harvey whispers, closing his eyes.
Oh shit is right. That looks really good — Jude’s mouth wide open and her lips stretched around Harvey’s girth, swallowing down more than half of his long cock until she’s kissing her fist.
“Oh my God,” Mike whispers, so turned on he can’t bear the feeling of clothes anymore so he strips off his shirt and hurriedly unzips himself, shedding his pants and underwear as fast as humanly possible and then rubbing the dripping head of his cock all over her ass cheeks, and then between them, sliding it up and down her crack. She spreads her legs to give him better access and he pushes his cock between them and over her pussy and she’s so wet it’d be easy to slip inside her right now, easy and probably not that risky, it’d feel so good to enter her, to start fucking her then and there while she’s sucking Harvey’s cock, and Mike is right there, the head of dick right at the entrance of her vagina and he starts to push inside—
“Stop,” she gasps. “There’s a condom in my bag, right over there. Put it on.”
“Okay,” Mike says, backing off and walking over to her bag. He locates the strip of condoms in one of the zipped pockets — there are only three there, probably not enough for today, but Harvey mentioned he had some too so hopefully they’ll be okay.
Once he’s got it on he repositions himself behind Jude and pushes his cock inside her. He smiles at Harvey as he fucks her and Harvey smiles back.
“You’ll have to suck all the oil off his cock before you fuck him,” Mike whispers. “So the condom doesn’t break.”
“Good point,” Harvey says. “Suck it clean, Jude. You’re so good.”
A minute or so later she pulls off and wipes her mouth. Grins. “How about you get off my table before we break it and we all go find ourselves a bed?”
Excellent idea. Mike withdraws and watches as Harvey hops off the table, and then the three of them walk, buck naked, to the bedroom. Harvey gets onto the bed first, half lying, half sitting up, his legs spread and his cock held in his hand, pointed away from himself — ready for Jude’s mouth. She crawls up between his legs and he wraps a hand around the back of her head and guides her back down.
Mike wants to fuck her again but before that he has a strong desire to connect with Harvey, to ensure what they’re doing is something he really is totally comfortable with. He wants to make sure Harvey genuinely wants him there, and isn’t just putting up with it because Mike is a horny fool who doesn’t know when he’s not welcome.
He moves to Harvey’s side and puts a tentative hand on his shoulder. “Does it feel good?”
Harvey’s head flops to the side and he gazes into Mike’s eyes, facial muscles slack and eyes a little unfocused. “Better than good.” Mike strokes Harvey’s upper arm, which makes Harvey’s glance down at Mike’s hand — but he doesn’t reproach him.
“I’m glad,” Mike says, feeling bolder and running a palm over Harvey’s chest. He’s tempted to try and kiss him but that might be too forward, so instead he leans in close until his lips are touching Harvey’s ear and he whispers, “It looks like fun.” He might have gone further, but Jude is kissing her way towards them, smiling lips on Harvey’s belly, cute and alluring, so Mike reaches out and grabs her by her arms, hauling her towards him, across Harvey’s body. She squeals and starts to laugh. Harvey laughs too. And then she’s on top of Mike and they wrestle, and laugh, and they all laugh, and then he’s on his back and she’s on top of him and their lips meet. Her sweet, plump lips slide wet against Mike’s mouth, but then she jerks her head back, gasping for air, and hollers, “Kissing! We nearly forgot the kissing!”
Mike slides his dick back inside her and she sits up in his lap, Harvey laughing next to them, and then saying, “Come here,” to Jude. Up on his knees, his knees pressed warm against Mike’s waist, body angled towards Jude, making out with her. She rocks on Mike’s rolling hips her face turned to the side, kissing Harvey, perfect profiles with dueling tongues, and Harvey’s big hands caressing her perfect tits...
Fuck they look good.
After a few minutes she climbs off of Mike and onto Harvey. With a view like this Mike doesn’t mind a rest, although he’s very much into the idea of double teaming her and of this he informs them both. Harvey agrees it’s a brilliant idea but Jude reluctantly declines: without any water based lube she won’t have anal sex, although she does let Mike play with her ass with oily fingers while Harvey fucks her.
Mike doesn’t get as much interaction with Harvey as he wants, but they share the occasional intimate moment.
During one of Harvey’s turns with Jude Mike finds himself craving some attention from him so instead of playing with Jude’s ass, he curls up next to Harvey, and much to his surprised delight, Harvey wraps an arm around him and cards his fingers through Mike’s hair, massaging his scalp with his fingertips. It’s all the encouragement Mike needs; he burrows closer and plants his face in Harvey’s neck, not quite kissing him but dragging his lips over the skin of Harvey’s throat, occasionally letting his tongue slip out for a tiny lick here and there, just to taste him, just to get closer. The sex sounds Harvey is making, little sighs and gasps and grunts of pleasure, and the way he sometimes clenches his fist in Mike’s hair, sends thrill after thrill spiraling through Mike’s groin.
Their orgasms happen in quick succession.
Jude’s is first. She climbs off Mike and says, “I’m ready to come, will one of you go down on me?”
“Yes,” Mike and Harvey reply in unison.
She grins. “And who’s better at it I wonder?”
Mike cracks up. “We are so not playing that game. Come here,” he pushes her onto her back, climbs between her legs and dives in. He fucking loves eating pussy, especially with girls who like to come this way, and he’s experienced enough to not feel the least bit gun shy. He likes performing for Harvey too, showing off for him, knowing how proud Harvey will be when he makes Jude come.
He uses his fingers and his tongue and his lips and he sucks on her clit and she’s wet like the ocean and he fucks her with his fingers and she fucks his face and gasps and wails and Harvey watches with his cock in his hand and his hand moves so fast he’ll surely come too and she’s bucking up wild and gasping and wailing and her orgasm hits and the sound she makes is like a squeak and a cough all in one and then Harvey comes next and it lands on her stomach in thick white stripes and a splash on Mike’s cheek and Mike drags his fingers through the mess and then he licks them and sucks them as he sits up on his knees and takes hold of his cock while he sucks on his fingers his spunk covered fingers while Jude and Harvey watch him bring himself off with the taste of them both in his mouth.
Ahhhh...
Mike falls asleep within minutes.
When he wakes up he’s disoriented. It’s dark outside now, although he’s not sure what the time is, and he’s naked, and he’s in bed. The only source of light in the room is coming from the adjoining room through the open door of the bedroom. It casts a shard of light across the bed, illuminating a sleeping Harvey, also naked. The events of the evening come flooding back to him and he looks around the room for Jude, but she’s nowhere to be seen. He inches closer to Harvey and lays a hand on his chest.
“Where’s Jude?” he asks, gently scratching Harvey’s skin.
“Mm?” Harvey stirs, and after a few moments opens his eyes. He looks around. “Dunno. Shower?”
The sound of the shower running seeps into Mike’s consciousness and he’s not sure how he didn’t hear it before. “Oh yeah. What’s the time?”
Harvey turns his head towards the clock on the bedside table that Mike has a clear view of and then looks back at Mike. “Midnight.”
“Do you think this is going to make things weird between us?”
“I don’t see why it should.”
“We’ve seen each other naked. We’re naked and in bed together right now. I’ve seen you with a hard-on. I’ve seen you fuck. I’ve seen you come.” He averts his gaze and mutters, “Tasted it too.”
“That’s okay,” Harvey says. “We didn’t fuck each other. Nothing’s changed.”
“Right,” Mike says. “So the fact we had a threesome doesn’t concern you.”
“Nope.”
‘You don’t feel like we kind of had sex with each other?”
“Mike, do you think you had sex with me?” He says it in the pitying voice he uses on Louis ninety percent of the time.
“No, but we did have a sexual experience with each other. And I feel like...”
“What?”
“I now feel like I know what having sex with you would be like.”
“Is that so?”
“You don’t feel the same?”
Instead of answering Harvey just looks at him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I don’t know what it would be like to kiss you,” Harvey says, his eyes dropping momentarily to Mike’s mouth. “I don’t know what it would be like to suck your cock.” Mike moves in closer, digs his fingers into Harvey’s chest. “I don’t know what it would be like to be inside you.” Mike inches closer still and wedges himself under the crook of Harvey’s arm, pressing the length of his body to Harvey’s hot, pampered skin. Harvey may never be this accommodating again and Mike intends to make the most of it.
“That’s true,” he says, brushing his thumb over Harvey’s nipple. They might not know what it’s like to kiss or suck or fuck each other, but Harvey sure as hell knows what Mike’s hard dick feels like when it’s pressed against his thigh.
He’s not pushing Mike away.
“So we’ve got nothing to worry about,” Harvey murmurs, brushing light fingers over Mike’s crown.
If the look in Harvey’s eyes right now isn’t an invitation to be kissed, Mike isn’t one of the smartest people in the world. He drifts forward, tilts his head and hovers, his lips an inch away from Harvey’s lips, so close they’re sharing breath, searching Harvey’s face for an answer to the question that’s clearly on Harvey’s mind too: what would it be like to kiss him? Harvey scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip, smiles...Mike sways closer...their lips...barely...touch—
“Fuck me that’s a nice shower, I coulda stayed in there all night.” Mike jerks his head towards the voice and there’s Jude, a vision of loveliness in a big white towel. Her long dark hair is tangled and wet and she’s got a mischievous grin on her face. “Don’t let me interrupt,” she says. “I should probably go anyway.”
Harvey makes a wary humming noise and carefully extracts himself from Mike’s clutches. “Saved by the masseuse,” he says. He gives Mike a look of wry consideration. “I think you should go back to your room now.”
“Oh no, don’t,” says Jude, jumping onto the bed and spraying them with water with the flick of her hair. “You can’t kick him out now! Look how adorable he is.”
Mike spreads his hands and gives her a regretful pout. “If you leave he’ll make me leave. He’s scared of what might happen if we don’t have a chaperone.”
“But my first appointment’s at eight am and I really need to get a good night’s sleep.” She glares at them. “Which I doubt will happen if I stay here.”
“We’ve got an early start too,” Harvey says.
“See,” Mike says to her. “Harvey wants you to stay as much as I do. We solemnly swear to let you get some sleep.”
“I’m not swearing anything,” Harvey says.
Mike climbs over Harvey’s body and flattens himself on top of a giggling Jude to prevent her from escaping. “You smell gooood,” he drawls, burying his face in her throat.
The truth is Mike has no intention of letting any one of them get any sleep. There’s far too much to do.
And maybe if they keep playing with each other all night he’ll eventually get that kiss.