The Family Jewels

Chapter 25
Slip sliding away

Five minutes after Draco left for Quidditch practice, the portrait creaked open. Hermione didn’t look up from her Potions homework, thinking that he had forgotten something and would be in and out. She heard long strides carrying him to her, and was about to face him when hands covered her eyes. She leaned her head back and took a deep breath. “Blaise,” she said, smiling.

“How did you know it was me, cara?” Blaise asked, leaning down to nuzzle her cheek.

“You smell heavenly, Blaise, but you do not smell like Draco.” Hermione tilted her mouth up to be kissed.

Warm lips descended to her mouth and once again she was amazed. Two kisses and she was wet enough that he would slide right into her. He moved around to kneel next to the couch, his fingers boldly unbuttoning her shirt. “Care to take a study break with me, bella?” Blaise breathed the words into her ear, making her shiver against him.

“Was that a yes?” he asked, smiling against her mouth.

“Yes, um, oh. Yes.” Hermione was trying to pull him closer, wanting his weight against her sex. She spread her legs more, pulling him in, then wrapping her legs around him. She felt his erection immediately, and she reached her hand down between their bodies to caress him through his trousers. His cock jumped at her as if it had a mind of its own, and she smiled a secretive smile, proud of the effect she had on him.

She pulled him forward to sit on the couch, immediately straddling him and kissing his mouth, then down his neck, her fingers searching for the hem of his shirt. He broke the kiss so she could pull his shirt off. They were both wearing jeans, but she was able to position her body so that as she gently rocked on him, his cock was caressing her slit and clit. She was concentrating on the friction now, grinding more forcefully against him, kissing forgotten. His hands cupped her breasts, sliding the cups down and brushing his thumbs over her nipples. Blaise was looking at her face, and as she began to lean farther back, he said, “You’re not allowed to come.”

Hermione’s head snapped back up, “Why not?”

“Can I kiss you, cara?” Blaise asked.

“You were kissing me,” she said rather haughtily, sliding her clit against his cock again. She was just teasing him, she knew what he wanted. Hermione thought it rather quaint that Blaise referred to sucking and licking on her clit and pussy until she was a quivering mess as ‘kissing’.

He unbuttoned her jeans, peeling the sides back. One finger slid beneath the silk of her knickers. ‘Green’, he thought, smirking inwardly at his house colours on her pretty pussy. “I thought I told you not come, because you are so wet…” Blaise asked, sliding his finger deeper into her soft flesh.

“I didn’t come, Blaise, but I would really like to.” Hermione climbed off him and ran up the steps to her room, trusting that he would follow.

Hermione slipped her shirt off her shoulders, unhooked her bra, and pulled her jeans off as fast as she could. When Blaise closed her bedroom door, she was lying on the bed in just a green thong. He couldn’t help but laugh at her eagerness. “Blaise. Lose the clothes,” was all she said.

“Yes, Princess,” he said. She raised an eyebrow at his use of Draco’s nickname for her. “What?” He asked her, kicking his boxers off, “If the shoe fits.”

“Blaise. Wasting time.”

“Right.” He joined her on the bed, sliding between her legs. Blaise smirked as she assumed what he thought of as ‘The Pose’. Her thighs open, feet flat on the bed, arms stretched over her head. He slid the thong down her long legs, dropping it on the floor. She had been teased enough; he could see the wetness dripping down from her entrance. His tongue traced her slit, dipping inside to taste her crème. He made his tongue into a roll, sliding in and out of her, fucking her with his mouth. She moaned, and he glanced up to be sure that she had not moved her arms. He had not touched her clit, he knew she was waiting for it, but he was having too much fun for this to be over so soon.

He slid a finger just inside her, moving up to give her clit the lightest of licks. She opened her eyes and gave him a frown. ‘Uh oh,’ he thought, ‘too much teasing.’

Blaise gave her pussy a few long licks with the flat of his tongue, moving his finger in and out of her rhythmically. She moaned, and he sucked her clit into his mouth. He slid another finger inside her, adding more suction to her clit. Her hips came up off the bed as she came. She opened her eyes, and for a few seconds she would have sworn that she couldn’t see color, the world around her was now black and white. Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head a little. When she opened them again, she was glad to see the bright azure blue of Blaise’s beautiful eyes.

He moved next to her on the bed, waiting for her climax to be over. Her face was slightly buried in her pillow, and she felt completely boneless. Hermione took a deep breath, and to her surprise, her neck muscles were willing to support the weight of her head. Blaise was running his fingertips in small circles over her back, and she was tempted to fall into the gentle lulling motion and succumb to sleep. One glance at the deep red of the head of Blaise’s engorged cock led her to believe that would not be a popular plan of action.

Blaise’s hands moved her onto her tummy, adding a pillow under her hips. Hermione was poised to move onto her hands and knees, but his hand in the small of her back kept her down. He moved between her legs, lying down across her. She felt the head of his cock probing the lips of her pussy and she spread her legs a little wider. Blaise’s hand slid his member up and down her entrance a few times, then positioned himself to fill her.

She gasped as he slid home, having no control over his movements in this position. Blaise placed his hands on either side of her, starting a firm rhythm into her. He could go like this for a long time, and he had every intention of doing so.

When Draco walked into Hermione’s bedroom, still wearing his Quidditch gear, and an unmistakable frown, Blaise merely smiled and continued to slide in and out of her. “I thought you had Quidditch practice, mate?” Blaise asked in an unconcerned manner.

“Theo Nott got hit by a Bludger and fell about 20 feet. Scared the shit out of everyone. The sound of his leg breaking was enough to make me want to hurl. Got him up to the Hospital Wing, then let them all go. Seems like I’m not too late to salvage my afternoon, though,” Draco said, undressing as fast as he could.

Hermione turned her face on the pillow so she could see him. “Hello, handsome.”

Draco was in something of a quandary. Blaise had draped himself over her almost completely. The muscles in his back and buttocks flexed as he slid in and out of her, not fast, not slow. Draco was now completely naked, his hardening cock in his hand. He stroked it a few more times, wondering how to go about joining in the erotic little scene in front of him.

“Get the lube Draco,” was Blaise’s suggestion.

“Are you sure, I mean, we haven’t talked about…” Draco broke off.

Blaise’s expression must have betrayed some of the impatience he was feeling that Draco was still talking, not following his instructions. Draco went through the connecting bathroom to his room, finding the bottle of lube in a drawer next to his bed. Coming back in, he leaned across the bed and kissed Hermione, then moved back a step and gave Blaise a much rougher kiss.

“Does this mean I don’t get to see?” Hermione’s voice was plaintive.

“Just not this time love,” Draco said, liberally dousing his cock with the lube. He got a large glob of it on his index finger, and knelt between Blaise’s legs. Holding the cheeks of his bum open with one hand, Draco moved his finger in a circular motion around Blaise’s anus. Blaise was thrusting into Hermione a little faster as Draco inserted the finger into him. Draco pulled back, and made sure that there was plenty of the lube on his fingers as he then slid two into Blaise. It was very difficult at first, the muscles clenching against the intrusion, but he pushed further, knowing that his cock was much longer than his fingers.

In his fumbling, his fingers brushed against Blaise’s prostrate, and he moaned, “Draco. Inside me.”

Draco got behind Blaise, and began to move with him in the rhythm he was using with Hermione. Slowly, he eased the head of his cock into his friend, being rewarded when Blaise threw his head back and made some small noises of pleasure. Draco pushed in further slowly, still keeping to Blaise’s rhythm. Soon he was in completely, and he began to thrust, needing to cum. Blaise was so tight.

Blaise moved with Draco’s rhythm now, balancing himself up higher on his hands. Draco was the first to cum, even though he started last. He came inside Blaise with a guttural sound, and found that he was having trouble pulling out. Hermione was climaxing, Draco recognized the low moans she was making. Blaise was last; it had taken all of his willpower to hold off between the two people that were now his lovers. Each time Draco brushed against that spot inside him, he saw stars. He shot inside Hermione, grinding into her wet heat to enjoy the effects of the clenching muscles of her pussy. When he relaxed and fell forward slightly onto his elbows, Draco pulled out of his arse with a wet pop, before covering Blaise’s body with his own.

It was several minutes before any of them felt like they should move from the pile they were now in. Hermione moved one of her legs a little awkwardly, and they realized that she had all their weight on her. “Sorry, love,” Draco moved off them immediately, falling onto one side of her. Blaise rose up onto his knees, giving them each a kiss before he rolled onto his side, facing away from them.

“Are you all right, Blaise? I didn’t, ah, hurt you?” Draco asked in a diffident manner.

“No,” Blaise laughed shortly, “But I’m sure as hell going to be sore tomorrow.”

“I guess that means there won’t be any sex for you until you’re better,” Hermione put on her best bossy voice.

“Now, Hermione,” Draco said, “That’s just cruel and unusual.”

“You’re just afraid she will cut you off too, you wanker,” Blaise accused, with laughter in his voice.

“That’s just the point, I’m not a wanker anymore, and I don’t want to be one again,” Draco said with an ingratiating smile at Hermione.

“Maybe Blaise will feel better after a nap and a nice bath,” Hermione said. She had become very used to the attentions of two wizards. She wasn’t sure she was ready to go cold turkey on sex, especially since she didn’t even get to see them shag each other, something she had wanted to witness ever since she had seen them naked.

“A massage might help too, cara.”

Blaise was clearly milking this now, but she smiled fondly at him, brushing his hair back. “A massage, too, then.”

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A/N – Basically, no story this time, didn’t even get into the chest with the jewels at all. Hope you’re not disappointed.