Chapter 135 A Virgin
Emily's POV
I silenced Mason with another kiss, my hand continuing its steady rhythm, and he made a choked, desperate sound, his body trembling beneath mine. He was so responsive, so open, and it made me want to push him further, to see how much I could make him feel.
I pulled back slightly, my gaze dropping to where my hand was wrapped around him, and a thought flickered through my mind—something I'd never done before. But right now, with Mason looking up at me with that helpless, worshipful expression, I wanted to try.
I slid off his lap, kneeling beside him on the bed, and his eyes went wide as he realized what I was about to do.
"Have you ever—" I started, my voice rough.
He shook his head quickly, his cheeks flushing. "No. Never."
Something dark and possessive unfurled in my chest at his answer. A virgin. Completely untouched. Every sensation I gave him would be his first, every response I drew from his body would be because of me. No one else had ever made him feel this way. No one else ever would, not like this. He was mine in a way that Alex and Ethan could never be—unmarked territory, his entire sexual map written by my hands, my mouth, my body.
The thought sent a hot rush of satisfaction through me.
I leaned down, my breath ghosting over his skin, and pressed my lips to the tip of him. His entire body went rigid, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. I took him into my mouth slowly, my tongue tracing the underside of his length, and the taste of him—clean and slightly bitter—filled my senses.
He made a sound I'd never heard before, raw and broken, his hands fisting in the sheets beside him. I moved slowly, carefully, listening to the way his breath hitched and stuttered, the way he gasped my name like a prayer. His hips rocked upward tentatively, and I let him, taking him deeper, and the strangled moan he let out sent a thrill of satisfaction through me.
I glanced up at him, and his head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent cry. He looked wrecked, undone, and I loved it. I swirled my tongue around him, sucking gently, and his entire body convulsed.
From the laptop speaker, Ethan's voice cut through the haze, quiet but deliberate. "She's never done this for us, you know. Not for me. Not for Alex. This is her first time."
The weight of those words hung in the air, and I felt Mason's entire body shudder beneath me, a choked sound escaping his throat. His hands fisted tighter in the sheets, and when I took him deeper, experimenting with the pressure and rhythm, he broke completely.
"Emily—I can't—I'm—"
Before he could finish the sentence, he came, his release spilling into my mouth. I swallowed instinctively, the taste foreign and slightly overwhelming, and he collapsed back against the mattress, his chest heaving, his eyes dazed and unfocused.
"I'm sorry," he gasped, his voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to—I couldn't—"
I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked down at him. He looked so young, so vulnerable, tears clinging to his lashes, and instead of feeling used or resentful, I felt an overwhelming surge of tenderness. I leaned down and kissed him gently, and he kissed me back, his hands coming up to cup my face, trembling.
But beneath the tenderness, there was something else—a slick, insistent heat pooling low in my belly. I was soaked, my body aching with a need that hadn't been satisfied. I wanted to be touched, to be filled.
"Em."
I looked at the screen, and Ethan's voice was rough, his eyes dark and focused. "Fuck, I wish I was there with you. Even through this shitty camera quality, I can see how wet you are. Your pussy's practically glowing, baby."
My breath hitched. On the screen, Ethan had shifted back slightly, and I could see he'd pushed his pants down, his hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly. His gaze was fixed on me with an intensity that made my core clench.
Without thinking, my hand slid down between my legs, and I gasped at how soaked I was, my fingers slipping easily through the wetness. I was throbbing, aching, and the sight of Ethan touching himself while watching me made it worse.
"Wait," Ethan said, his voice rough with command. "Don't use your fingers, Em. Use him. He's right there. Use Mason."
My breath caught. I glanced down at Mason, and despite everything, he was already hardening again, his body responding to the command in Ethan's voice. I straddled him once more, positioning myself over him, and his hands came up to grip my hips, steadying me.
I sank down onto him slowly, and the feeling of being filled, of being stretched and claimed, made me gasp. He groaned beneath me, his hands tightening on my hips, and I started to move.
Ethan's voice filled the room, low and deliberate, guiding me, telling me exactly how to move, how to take what I needed. "Slower, Em. Make him feel it. Make him beg."
I obeyed, rolling my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, and Mason's breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes locked on mine, helpless and adoring. Ethan's words wrapped around me like a second touch, pushing me higher, and I felt myself spiraling toward the edge.
"Good girl," Ethan murmured. "Now faster."
I obeyed, my movements becoming frantic, desperate, and Mason cried out beneath me, his body arching up to meet mine. The pressure built and built until it shattered, white-hot pleasure flooding through me, and I heard Mason's choked cry as he followed me over the edge.
From the laptop speaker came a low, guttural groan, and I turned my head just in time to see Ethan's body go rigid, his hand moving in quick, jerky strokes as he came, his release spilling over his fingers. His eyes never left the screen, never left me, and the sight of him undone by watching us sent another aftershock of pleasure through my body.
I collapsed forward onto Mason's chest, trembling and spent, and his arms came around me, holding me tightly. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing, harsh and uneven, mingling with Ethan's ragged exhales from the laptop speaker.
"You did so good, Em," Ethan said quietly, his voice rough and sated. "Both of you."
I turned my head to look at the screen, and Ethan's expression was gentle, understanding, and completely without judgment. He smiled faintly, and I felt something inside me unclench slightly.
But beneath the exhaustion and the fleeting sense of peace, the guilt remained, sharp and unforgiving. I didn't know what I'd just done. I didn't know what it meant. All I knew was that I'd lost Alex, and I'd found something new and terrifying with Mason, and I had no idea how to reconcile any of it.
I closed my eyes, Mason's heartbeat steady beneath my cheek, and let the silence swallow me whole.