Chapter 87 I Was Lost
Emily's POV
I opened my mouth but nothing came out except another soft gasp as Alex's thumb brushed across my nipple through the fabric. The dual sensation of both their hands on me, both of them claiming different parts of me at the same time, was more intense than anything I'd ever felt.
"I can't," I breathed. "I don't—I can't—"
"You don't have to," Alex said quietly. His voice was right by my ear now, low and rough. "You don't have to choose, Emily. You don't have to give either of us up."
Ethan kissed me again, deeper this time, and I felt myself surrender completely. Every rational thought I'd been trying to hold onto scattered like ashes. This was insane. This was wrong. This violated every rule I'd ever learned about how relationships were supposed to work.
But their hands were on me and I was drowning in the feeling of being wanted by both of them. Of not having to choose. Of being allowed to have everything I needed even though I'd been too afraid to ask for it.
I was lost.
And I didn't want to be found.
Ethan's mouth moved against mine again, hungrier this time, and his hand on my breast squeezed harder, thumb circling my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt until I felt it harden under his touch.
Alex's fingers mirrored the movement on my other side, pinching lightly then soothing with his palm, and the dual sensation made my head spin. Heat flooded through me, pooling low in my belly, spreading outward until every nerve ending felt alive and burning.
Clothes came off in a blur that I barely registered. My shirt yanked over my head, their hands everywhere at once—unbuttoning, unzipping, peeling fabric away like it was the only thing standing between them and something they desperately needed.
I tried to help but my fingers were shaking too badly to be useful, so I just let them undress me, let them strip away every barrier until I was standing there completely naked between them, trembling and exposed and so turned on I could barely think straight.
Ethan's eyes raked over me, dark with want, his gaze traveling from my face down my neck to my breasts to the apex of my thighs and back up again like he was memorizing every inch.
Alex's expression was sharper, hungrier, and when his hand slid down my stomach I felt my muscles jump under his touch. They were still mostly clothed and I was bare before them, vulnerable in a way that should have terrified me but instead only made the ache between my legs more intense.
They guided me toward the bedroom. My knees hit the edge of my bed first and they lowered me down onto the mattress, Ethan's hand cradling the back of my head so I wouldn't fall too hard.
I lay there looking up at them as they finally stripped off their own clothes, and the sight of both of them naked and hard for me made something clench deep inside my core.
Ethan knelt between my legs first, his large hands sliding up my thighs to part them slowly, reverently, while Alex positioned himself beside me on the bed, one hand stroking my hair back from my flushed face.
Then they both touched me at once and I stopped breathing. Fingers tracing my collarbone, down my sides, over my ribs in long sweeping strokes that left trails of fire in their wake. Alex's mouth found my neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there while his hand cupped my breast again, thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple between them until it peaked hard and aching.
Ethan's hands slid higher up my inner thighs, parting them wider, and I realized with a shock of embarrassment and arousal that I was already soaked. Insanely, impossibly wet. They hadn't even touched me there yet and I could feel it—liquid heat surging out of me, slicking my inner thighs, making my pussy throb with need so intense it bordered on pain.
"God, Em," Ethan breathed, staring down at me with something like awe in his eyes. "You're dripping."
His fingers brushed my outer lips first, just barely grazing the swollen flesh, and I gasped and arched up off the bed involuntarily. Alex chose that moment to lower his mouth to my breast, latching onto my nipple and sucking hard while his fingers worked the other one, pinching and rolling and tugging until pleasure sparked through my chest and down my spine.
Every sensitive spot on my body lit up at once—neck where Alex's mouth had been, breasts peaked and aching under his attention, thighs quivering as Ethan's breath ghosted over my core, clit swelling and begging for friction I wasn't getting yet.
Then Ethan's tongue made contact and I cried out.
Flat and slow, he licked from bottom to top, tasting me thoroughly, and his hands gripped my hips hard to hold me steady as he dove in properly. His tongue worked between my folds, exploring every slick inch, circling my clit with maddening slowness before moving lower again.
Alex switched to my other breast, lavishing it with the same wet attention, teeth grazing my nipple and making me whimper. The combination of both their mouths on me, both of them worshipping different parts of my body in perfect synchronization, was more intense than anything I'd ever experienced.
Ethan's tongue thrust inside me suddenly, fucking into me with shallow strokes that made my inner walls clench desperately around the intrusion, then he pulled back and focused on my clit instead, flicking over it fast and firm. My hands fisted in the sheets beneath me, my breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure twisted tighter and tighter in my belly.
Too much. It was too much.