Mate

A/N: I would like to thank my beta, MystressXOXO, for her support and work.

“I want to try something a little different today. Is that alright?” His lips brushed against the shell of her ear as he whispered those words. His voice was warm, soft, and dark like a hot chocolate with marshmallows on a cold winter’s day, and it made her shiver in anticipation of what was to come.

Hermione licked her lips and meekly nodded. It’s not like she could exactly argue the point. Her hands were tied to the bedposts and a spreader bar, which kept her wide open, separated her feet. She was also blindfolded. Ron had told her that if she became bossy he’d have to use the ball-gag, and Merlin how she hated that.

She felt the bed lift up as he moved off it, and then she heard his heavy footsteps as he moved toward their bedroom door. Whatever he was going to do today, it was clearly meant to be a surprise. Before they began, she had seen some of the sexual toys he had brought out earlier and had anticipated something, if not unusual, then definitely a little spicy.

She realized that her mind was wandering when she heard Ron clearly talking to someone just outside their bedroom door.

“Alright, Mate, she’s ready.” His voice was a little louder now, and she gasped from his statement.

There was only one person that Ron called ‘Mate’.

Hermione was torn between the thought of wanting to cover herself up or thrusting her groin higher in the air to be shamelessly displayed. The thought that he was there watching her, exposed, wet, and ready made her clit throb with an ache to be touched, stroked or licked – anything, really, just as long as he was doing it.

“Doesn’t she look gorgeous like that? Just like a two knut whore ready to service the next man waiting outside her door,” laughed Ron as she heard two sets of footsteps coming in the room. The heavy, certain ones were Ron as he walked up to the bed, his hand lightly grazing up her knee then her inner thigh, avoiding her groin, and then moving up her body. She gasped when she first felt his hand and then bit back a stronger moan when he ended by pinching one of her erect nipples.

The second set of footfalls were lighter, quieter, like someone who was worried about being caught and didn’t want to get in trouble. She had heard those sounds before. In fact, she had recently become rather interested in the man himself. She had been watching him lately, almost like an obsession. It was then she realized that she had misjudged her husband and thought he had not seen her watching their best friend.

Harry had lately been a person of mild curiosity to Hermione. She’d watch how he’d smile or the way he laughed at a particular joke. Then it became more of an interest than an observation as she began watching him whenever Ginny would show up and he’d go to her. He would bring one hand to gently cup her cheek to kiss her full on the lips while his other hand wrapped around the small of her back, his fingertips easing under her jeans as he brushed across the top of her ass before smoothly bringing them back out again. But there had been subtle differences in the way he did that, too. Little changes, really, like the way he started kissing Ginny, but his eyes would seek out Hermione and stare at her as his lips were pressed against her sister-in-law’s. The intensity of his stare made Hermione’s face blush and her panties wet every time.

“She does look good, Ron. I still can’t believe you’re letting me do this.” Hermione noticed that Harry sounded a little nervous, but much closer than she thought as she felt the bed sag on either side of her.

“Mate, what choice did I have? I could’ve ignored the looks you were giving each other, and then you’d probably end up in bed anyway, or I could invite you to join us and we could share her together… which I gotta say sounds like a hot thing to do.”

Hermione knew that was true. Ron loved listening to her talk dirty to him. He would ask her to tell him a story while he was going down on her. At first it had been little things like how he was talented with his tongue or detailing what she was going to do to him. But when she became more daring and began talking about various fantasies, she slowly realized that Ron got more excited and became more enthusiastic whenever she mentioned them having a threesome, particularly if it was with another man – someone who was going down on her while he watched – the kinky bastard.

Again she realized her mind had been wandering as she felt a warm, wet tongue lap at her nipple. Her nipples were hard, erect, and a bit cool by the chill in the room. She jerked and moaned when the sudden, soft lips wrapped around her areola and began sucking and gently biting.

“She likes that, Mate, yeah, just like that,” Ron said on the other side of her. His voice was breathy, as if he was enjoying this as much as she was.

Then he was quiet as she felt a shift in the bed and now two mouths were on her, one on each nipple, each of them with his own pace and style. It drove her mad, and she whined in frustration as she pulled against the restraints with her wrists. She wanted to rip off the blindfold and watch their mouths on her as she ran her fingers through both sets of hair, one jet-black and the other deep red.

A hand moved its way down, she didn’t know who’s, to her aching, neglected clit. Judging by the size of the fingers, and the familiarity with her body, she knew it was Ron’s hand. He rubbed the outside of her clit in tight little circles. She dug her heels into the bed and thrust up at the sensations, wanting more, but groaned when she felt him stop.

He pulled away from her nipples, and she felt the bed shifting again. She could feel him putting his fingers along either side of her clit and pulling them together, bringing her hard nub up into the air. He moved over her and gently blew cool air over her there. The contrast to her own heat made her gasp, and she started mewing, chanting, “Please,” but not being able to articulate anything more.

“Come and look at this, Mate. Isn’t she something?” Ron said, his voice trying to sound cool, but even she could hear his panting as he was being affected by their actions.

Harry gave the nipple he had been working on another long lick before he shifted moving further down the bed.

“Yeah, she’s beautiful alright. I still can’t believe we’re doing this, Ron. Merlin, she looks delicious.” Harry’s voice was low and deep, making Hermione shiver from an intensity she’d never heard before.

Ron’s fingers still held a grip on either side of her clit as he began making those tight circles again. Hermione tried to thrust up, but his hand held her down.

“Come on, Mate, have a taste. I think you’ll enjoy it,” he laughed.

Then Hermione, Harry, and Ron all moaned in unison as Harry’s mouth sucked in her folds. The way his tongue flicked, so quickly and precisely, over the tip of her clit made what little bit of reasoning and rationality fall away at the seams of her mind. She could feel his head move down as his tongue pushed into her wetness. It stroked inside of her with a silent, sweet, rhythm, slightly curling as it came out again and again.

She could hear Ron chanting in the background, “That’s it, Mate, yeah, just like that,” over and over again. She could see in her mind’s eye Harry’s face, half buried, pressing against her groin, his tongue working its way in and out of her. Ron would be directly behind Harry, watching over his friend’s shoulder, giving him directions and encouragement. He’d have one hand gently grazing down Harry’s spine in anticipation of things to come while his own hand was wrapped around his large, hard cock. He’d be slowly stroking himself, eager to have his share of ‘sloppy seconds’.

“Oh, fuck me, Harry!” Hermione cried out into the room. They were the last few words Hermione could coherently utter before she yielded to animal lusts; her body was on fire wanting pure physical sensations.

The three of them were headed into a new territory, into a new adventure, and just like their time at school, she knew they would be doing it together.