Chapter 88 He Was Home
Emily's POV
Their mouths working me over, Ethan between my legs licking and sucking like he was starving for it, Alex's teeth tugging at my nipple while his hand kneaded my other breast roughly.
The pressure built impossibly fast, coiling hot and urgent at the base of my spine.
"Oh fuck—" The words barely made it out before I shattered completely.
The orgasm crashed over me in waves, my pussy clenching rhythmically on nothing, gushing even wetter as pleasure exploded through every nerve. Ethan didn't let up, his tongue working me through it, lapping up everything I gave him and humming his approval against my oversensitive flesh.
Alex kissed his way up my neck to my ear, his voice low and rough as he whispered, "That's it, Emily. Let go for us."
I shuddered through the aftershocks, my whole body trembling and hypersensitive, limbs heavy and useless. But they weren't done with me.
Ethan pulled back slowly, his mouth and chin glistening with my arousal, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my still-spasming core clench again.
He stood, and I couldn't look away from his cock—hard and thick and flushed dark, the tip already leaking precum, veins pulsing visibly along the shaft. I stared at it, wanting it inside me with a desperation that surprised me given I'd just come harder than I ever had in my life.
Alex reached over the side of the bed toward his discarded pants, fishing something out of the pocket. A condom. He tossed it to Ethan in a casual motion that somehow made this whole surreal situation feel even more real. Ethan caught it one-handed, ripped the packet open with his teeth, and rolled the latex down his length slowly, stroking himself once from base to tip.
Then he was over me, positioning himself between my spread legs, one hand braced beside my head while the other guided his cock to my entrance. The blunt head nudged against me, pressing into slick, swollen flesh that was still pulsing from my orgasm, and he pushed forward slowly, sinking into me inch by careful inch. The stretch was intense, almost too much, my body struggling to accommodate him even though I was wetter than I'd ever been.
I moaned loud and raw, my nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely, bottoming out with a groan that vibrated through both our bodies.
Perfect.
He was home.
Ethan thrust into me steadily, his rhythm deep and controlled, each stroke dragging against my oversensitive inner walls and building the pressure inside me all over again despite the fact that I'd just come apart minutes before.
I gasped with every movement, my body rocking between them, caught in the push and pull of Ethan filling me and Alex's hands claiming every other part of me they could reach.
Alex's hands never left my breasts, both palms cupping them fully now, squeezing and kneading with a possessiveness that made me feel owned in the best possible way while his thumbs kept up their relentless circles over my nipples until they were so hard and sensitive I almost couldn't stand it.
Then his mouth was at my ear, hot breath ghosting over the shell of it first before his tongue traced slow along the edge of my earlobe, licking and then sucking it gently between his lips in a way that sent electric shocks straight down my spine.
The sensation combined with Ethan's cock filling me over and over was unbearable in its intensity. Pleasure coiled tighter and hotter in my core, building impossibly fast considering I'd just climaxed, but my body didn't care about logic or recovery time.
My hips bucked up to meet Ethan's thrusts and he groaned low in response, his pace picking up just a fraction, driving deeper. Alex bit down gently on my earlobe and whispered against my skin, "Come for us again, Emily."
That did it. The orgasm ripped through me harder than the first, my pussy clenching around Ethan in rhythmic pulses that milked him as waves of ecstasy crashed over me and dragged me under.
I cried out loud enough that I should have been embarrassed but couldn't find it in me to care, my back arching off the bed as pleasure whited out my vision. But through it all Ethan didn't falter, didn't come, just kept moving through my climax with that same steady control, his face buried in my neck and his breathing ragged but measured like he was holding himself back deliberately.
When I finally collapsed against the mattress, trembling and boneless, he slowed his movements but didn't stop completely. Then suddenly he pulled out and I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and desperate for him to fill me again.
He flipped onto his back in one smooth, athletic motion, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force as he lifted me like I weighed nothing and positioned me over him. His cock stood straight up between us, slick with my arousal and impossibly hard still, and he guided me down onto it with his hands on my waist.
I sank slowly, taking him deep again, my inner muscles fluttering around his length as I adjusted to the new angle. My hands braced on his chest for balance and he started thrusting up into me immediately, strong hips driving upward in powerful strokes that hit different from this position, deeper somehow.
I rode the rhythm he set, head thrown back and eyes closed, completely lost in the sensation of being filled and claimed and worshipped all at once.