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Queens ch.14
🕑 Added 2023-10-23 10:00:03 +0000 UTCHarry Potter watched as Gabrielle coughed and let out a low moan, followed by a gasp that seemed to catch her breath. "Darling, darling, dar
Harry Potter watched as Gabrielle coughed and let out a low moan, followed by a gasp that seemed to catch her breath. "Darling, darling, darling... don't stop, damn it," she urged.
She picked up the pace, moving faster, causing the seat they were on to sway beneath them. Her breasts collided with his chest, while her buttocks bounced against his thighs, creating undulating shockwaves in her hips.
Gabrielle threw her head back, moaning so loudly that Harry wondered if they might attract the attention of fans watching her from the stands across the street. "Commmminnngggg...." Her voice turned into an indistinguishable moan as her body spasmed around him.
In a series of short bursts, Harry could feel his orgasm building inside him. His manhood pulsed within her for a moment before his head exploded, and he groaned in ecstasy. He released himself inside her, filling her with streams of warmth, his moans echoing in her ear as Gabrielle moved her hips, extracting every last drop.
Her intimate muscles spasmed around him, and he thrust deep into her, releasing endless waves of release. Lost in a sea of desire, he whispered in her ear, "Take every drop." Gabrielle's lips surrounded his ear, and her warm breath sent shivers down his neck, igniting a rush of adrenaline.
As the last remnants of his orgasm faded, his manhood stilled. He leaned back in the seat, catching his breath, while Gabrielle continued her movements, squeezing him and extracting every last bit of pleasure.
She kissed along his jawline, showering his cheeks and lips with tender kisses. Running her fingers through his hair, she paused to look into his eyes. "Do you want me to stop taking the contraceptive potion?" she asked, biting her lip gently as her thumb traced his cheek.
"No," Harry replied. "We have plenty of time for that." "Okay," she agreed, placing a delicate kiss on his lips. Gabrielle slid off his lap, and his still-glistening manhood slipped out of her, swaying slightly in the cool air, causing a momentary gasp as he shuddered from the sudden sensation. But Gabrielle didn't make him wait long. She knelt in front of him, and her lips wrapped around his manhood as she cleaned him with her mouth, swallowing every trace.
Sitting behind him, he observed his blonde beauty, watching as she licked and sucked, causing his excitement to rise once again. For a moment, he wondered if he should ask her to bring him pleasure until he reached the pinnacle again, but he decided not to press his luck.
Gabrielle released his manhood with a playful pop, her eyes meeting his as she let the tip rest on her lower lip. "How was it?" she asked.
"Amazing," Harry replied, taking a deep breath as he relaxed. Gabrielle smiled. "I love making love to you almost as much as I love you." She gave a kiss to the tip of his manhood before running her tongue over it. "And I could spend the whole day sucking it."
"I wouldn't dream of stopping you," Harry quipped. Gabrielle giggled and sat between his legs, so they were face to face. She leaned in for another kiss. "Or maybe we should skip the rest of the game, go home, and spend the night in bed?"
Harry pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. "Maybe you should get dressed first?"
Gabrielle playfully dropped back to her knees, and her hand gently caressed his manhood, giving it one last kiss. "Imagine if Tracey and I did this together."
His heart raced, and he looked into Gabrielle's eyes, assessing her level of enthusiasm. "Are you sure about Tracey?"
Gabrielle nodded, her determination clear. "It's not just me who's interested in her."
"Well then..." Harry smiled. "Let's arrange a meeting with Tracey."
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the constant hum of conversations in the cafe. The coffee machine occasionally made sounds and hissed. Harry Potter found a table in the corner, strategically positioned away from both the baristas and the customers queuing for their morning caffeine fix. Perhaps at this moment, he was the second wave of coffee addicts, seeking their dose.
Two days had passed since the rooftop game. Harry had given Gabrielle enough time to think, but it was her who insisted on organizing their first casual meeting as a duo. Labels were not even part of the equation yet. Harry sent separate messages to Gabrielle and Tracey, inviting them to join him for a caffeine shot at their favorite spot.
Despite both women's willingness to explore a three-way relationship, Harry couldn't shake off the persistent butterflies constantly swirling in his stomach. What if he couldn't handle it? What if the girls were more interested in each other than in him? Or, worse, what if Gabrielle got upset when Tracey and Harry spent time alone? He didn't want to address that last question during their first meeting. He planned to suggest a date and let events unfold naturally.
Gabrielle arrived first, entering the shop in a white summer dress that accentuated her waist and flared just above mid-thigh. The top was modestly cut, emphasizing her incredible figure with a subtle hint of cleavage peeking above the high neckline. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, complemented by light makeup, and she carried a simple white purse on her shoulder. She exuded freshness and innocence, drawing admiring looks from a quartet of business executives sitting by the door.
Rising from his seat, Harry waved at her, eliciting a smile from Gabrielle. She passed by the gawking tables, then embraced him in a passionate kiss. "Good morning, darling. What a pleasant surprise."
A nervous smile appeared on Harry's face. "I have your favorite," he said, pointing to the latte on the table.
Gabrielle raised an eyebrow. "Two cups? Are you trying to overload me?"
Shaking his head, he replied, "The second one is for Tracey."
Gabrielle's eyes widened, forming a small "O" on her lips. "Tracey didn't mention meeting you."
Tracey had a habit of informing Gabrielle about every interaction with Harry, even the most innocent physical contact. Their friendship had deepened quickly, and Tracey didn't want to jeopardize what they had established. "I asked her not to, but I told her she could tell you everything when we meet."
Gabrielle smiled and sat in the chair next to him. "Very mysterious."
"It's somewhat the theme of our date."
"Is this a date?" she asked.
"Our three-way date," Harry confirmed. "Do you feel comfortable with that term?"
She nodded. "More than comfortable. Just thinking about it gets me wet."
Tracey entered wearing a tight black tank top, revealing a glimpse of her toned midriff between the top and a pair of matching black shorts. The shorts hugged her heart-shaped, curvaceous backside, stopping just an inch below her waist. She had her blonde hair tied in a ponytail, with loose strands caressing her neck and framing her face. Her full lips were as enticing as ever, and the gazes she drew, including those from the quartet of businessmen sitting nearby, left jaws dropping.
"She's coming," Harry stood up and waved to her from the other end of the room.
Tracey's lips curved into a subtle smile. She tucked a black purse under her arm and confidently headed their way. All eyes turned towards her, with some admiring her curves, her incredible bosom snugly held by the tight top. She was raw femininity, an absolute masterpiece. Tracey Davis was the embodiment of fantasy, a goddess far beyond my league. I couldn't blame Bill for desiring her. Hell, Gabrielle and even Fleur weren't immune either.
Harry Potter stood up as she approached, offering her a warm smile while Tracey's emerald eyes impatiently focused on his face. "Bonjour," she greeted, leaning in and kissing Gabrielle on the lips. It looked as though they had done it countless times, and both women seemed unfazed by this very French greeting.
"Thanks for coming," Harry said, leaning in as Tracey strategically planted a high kiss on his cheek.
"I didn't know Gabrielle was joining," she admitted with a hint of nervousness in her smile.
Seeing Tracey slightly rattled was an unusual sight, but today she seemed less composed, which oddly made Harry feel a bit more at ease. Confidence shouldn't be on display near a minefield, even for a goddess.
"Yes, a surprise," Harry said, theatrically raising his hands. "I have your favorite. French press, black."
"Merci," Tracey replied, taking her seat between Gabrielle and him.
They settled evenly around a small, round coffee table. The arrangement was intimate, fitting for partners engaged in an equally intimate discussion. The choice was deliberate, as was the upcoming weekend.
The women sipped their coffee, nervously but expectantly gazing at him.
Taking a deep breath, Harry mentally recited his lessons, ending with the final one: go after what you want. He desired them both and more—a life men dared to fantasize about. Achieving that life depended on his ability to navigate these complex waters.
He glanced between them, assessing their expressions and body language. They leaned forward with open arms. "I think you can guess why you're here, but I'll explain to dispel any doubts."
Gabrielle's smile widened, and Tracey glanced at her friend, assessing her reaction.
"I want the three of us to go away together for a long weekend and see where this can lead," Harry said, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Gabrielle, searching for any hint of uncertainty. Her smile deepened, and she shot a quick glance at Tracey.
Both women exchanged a glance he couldn't decipher before Tracey turned to Gabrielle.
"Is everything alright?"
Gabrielle nodded. "More than good. My heart is racing so fast I can barely breathe." She chuckled nervously, and Tracey offered a sweet smile before turning to Harry.
"You want both of us," she said, not to him but to Gabrielle, confirming her intentions.
"Oui," Harry replied. "Nous trois." It meant 'the three of us,' but he looked between them. "I want both of you, and it's not just for fun. There's something more here, and I believe we all sense it."
Gabrielle's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and Tracey smiled thoughtfully before gazing back at Gabrielle.
Both women locked eyes, and Gabrielle subtly nodded. "I want to find out."
"Moi aussi," Tracey echoed, then leaned in and kissed Gabrielle on the lips, allowing the kiss to linger a bit longer than appropriate.
Harry felt a stirring in his trousers as he sipped his coffee, trying to appear composed. But composed he was not. He was sailing in turbulent waters, surrounded by sharks, without a lifebuoy.
Tracey relaxed her arms and directed her bright, charming gaze at him. What she did next surprised him. The English goddess leaned in and planted the same kiss on his cheek, letting the ember of desire smolder within him before retreating to her seat.
His heart pounded so hard he feared it might burst, and his head throbbed in time with his pulse. He could taste the cherry lip gloss on her lips, and his erection was hard and unyielding.
Gabrielle's eyes remained fixed on them, not out of jealousy, but out of desire. She licked her lips, finishing her latte.
Tension hung in the air; the trio was like a sexual powder keg ready to explode. Harry couldn't wait to light the fuse.
"Where are we going for this weekend getaway?" Tracey asked, pushing them beyond agreement and into the adventure ahead.
"It's all part of the fun," Harry replied. "I'm not revealing anything. Dress comfortably, pack casual clothes."
