Chapter 163 Second Time
Emily's POV
They moved together in a rhythm that felt choreographed—Ethan and Alex alternating their thrusts while Mason gently rocked into my mouth. The sensations blurred together into one continuous wave of pleasure that built and built until I didn't know where I ended and they began.
"She's getting close again," Alex said, and I felt his hand reach around to rub my clit. "I can feel her tightening around me. She's going to come with all three of us inside her."
The thought alone nearly pushed me over. I moaned around Mason's cock, and the vibration made him curse. Ethan's pace picked up, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic, and I knew he was close too.
"That's it," Alex murmured, his fingers circling my clit with perfect pressure. "Come for us, baby. Show us how good we make you feel."
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. My whole body went rigid, every muscle clenching as pleasure exploded through me in blinding waves. And then I felt it—something different, something I'd never experienced before. A pressure building deep inside, urgent and overwhelming, and then suddenly I was gushing, liquid heat flooding out of me in rhythmic pulses.
"Fuck, she's squirting," Ethan groaned, and I could hear the awe in his voice. "Holy fuck, Em—"
"Second time," Alex said, his voice rough but with an edge of clinical fascination even as he continued to thrust into my ass. "First time was when we both took her together. The very first time."
"You think it's a specific spot?" Ethan asked, his rhythm not faltering even as he held this casual conversation like I wasn't falling apart around them. "Something we're hitting?"
"Doesn't seem like it," Alex replied, and I could hear him thinking through it even as his cock pulsed inside me. "We've fucked her together dozens of times since then. Same positions, same angles. Nothing. It feels more—random."
"Maybe it's psychological," Ethan suggested, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in slow circles that made me gush again. "This is the first time it's been all three of us. Maybe she needs—"
"To feel completely overwhelmed," Alex finished. "Completely claimed."
They were talking about me like I wasn't there, analyzing my body's responses while still buried inside me, and somehow that made everything more intense. I tried to respond, to tell them they were right or wrong or something, but Mason's cock was still in my mouth and all I could do was moan around him.
"Look at her," Ethan said, and there was dark satisfaction in his voice. "She's getting wetter just from listening to us talk about her. Aren't you, baby?"
I couldn't answer. Could only whimper and clench around them as another wave of liquid heat pulsed out of me.
"Fuck, she is," Alex groaned. "She likes being discussed. Analyzed. Studied while we use her."
I couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but shake and gasp as my body released. I felt it coating Ethan's cock, dripping down to where Alex was buried in my ass, soaking the sheets beneath us. The sensation was so intense it bordered on painful, pleasure so acute it felt like I was being torn apart and rebuilt all at once.
My pussy and ass clenched rhythmically around them, trying to pull them deeper even as another wave of fluid pulsed out. I was dimly aware that I was making sounds—high, broken whimpers that didn't even sound like me—but I couldn't stop.
"That's it, baby," Alex growled, his fingers digging into my hips. "Let go. Give us everything."
Mason pulled back to let me breathe, his hand stroking my hair as I shook violently in their grip. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with arousal. "Such a good girl. Look at you, coming so hard for us. You're perfect."
The praise barely registered through the haze of sensation. I felt like I was floating, disconnected from my body, lost in a pleasure so overwhelming it was almost transcendent. Every nerve ending was on fire, every muscle quivering with aftershocks.
"I can't—" I gasped when I could finally form words. "I can't feel my legs. I can't—oh God—"
"We've got you," Ethan said, his voice strained but gentle. "Just let it happen. Let us take care of you."
They slowed their movements but didn't stop, drawing out my orgasm until I was sobbing with oversensitivity. Each thrust sent another spark through my oversensitized nerves, pleasure bleeding into something almost unbearable.
"Too much," I whimpered, even as my hips rolled up to meet them. "It's too much—"
"One more," Alex said, and there was a dark promise in his voice. "You're going to give us one more, baby. I can feel you building again. Your body knows what it needs."
"I can't—" I started, but even as I said it I felt it—another orgasm gathering deep in my core, smaller but no less intense. "Alex, I can't—please—"
"Yes, you can," Ethan said firmly, his hand sliding down to where we were joined. His thumb found my swollen, oversensitized clit and rubbed in tight, deliberate circles that made me cry out. "You can and you will. Because you're ours. Because we know your body better than you do. Because—" He increased the pressure, and I arched up into his touch despite myself. "Because we're not stopping until you fall apart for us one more time."
"Please," I sobbed, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. More? Less? An end to the relentless pleasure that was turning my brain to static?
"Look at me," Alex commanded, and I forced my eyes open to meet his intense gaze. "You're going to come for us again. Right now. Because I said so."
Mason guided himself back into my mouth, and the combination of his cock sliding between my lips, Alex's commanding words, Ethan's thumb on my clit, and the overwhelming fullness of having all three of them inside me pushed me over the edge one final time.
This orgasm was different—deeper, slower, rolling through me in long, shuddering waves that seemed to originate from my very core. It wasn't explosive like the last one but somehow more devastating, pulling me under and wringing every last drop of sensation from my wrung-out body.
I felt myself gush again—not as much as before, but enough that I heard Ethan curse as fresh wetness coated his cock. My inner walls fluttered and clenched weakly around them, my body completely spent but still trying to pull them deeper.
"That's our girl," Mason murmured. "That's our perfect girl."