Chapter Seven #2
“You don’t have to fight it,” she says quietly. “You can let it feel good.”
Something in him shifts at that.
I see it in the way his shoulders loosen just a fraction. In the way his eyes close for half a beat, like he’s taking that in somewhere deeper than he wants to admit. Echo’s hand finds mine, and then his, and she starts walking us backward toward the bed.
The backs of Thorne’s knees hit the mattress first, and he drops down onto it.
Echo stays right in front of him.
For a second she just looks at him, that same wicked little calm all over her face, then reaches for the hem of her top and peels it off slowly.
She strips down, layer by layer until she’s standing there in nothing but her bra and panties, her long dark hair falling down her back in thick waves, catching the cheap gold light from the lamp.
And fuck.
The sight of her is enough on its own, but it’s not just her getting to me.
It’s him looking at her.
Thorne tips his head back to watch her, eyes dragged up her body like he can’t help himself now. His hands land on her hips first, big and careful and already a little greedy, sliding over her skin like he wants to touch everything at once.
The sight of it does something strange to my chest.
Because watching him like this—tense, mouth a little parted, and trying to act like he’s got a handle on himself when he clearly doesn’t, sends this hard little pulse straight through me.
He looks wrecked already, and we’ve barely even fucking started.
Her fingers slip into his buzzed hair, and he leans into it just enough that I catch the shift in him. His thumbs drag over her waist, his gaze still fixed on her.
“Still in your head?” she asks softly.
Thorne lets out a low breath, one corner of his mouth twitching like he knows he’s been caught. “Bit hard not to be, lookin’ at you like this.”
Echo glances at me over her shoulder. “You just gonna stand there looking wrecked, or are you gonna come join us?”
I laugh under my breath and step in close.
Thorne pushes himself farther up the bed, his broad shoulders against the headboard, and his eyes flicking between us like he still can’t believe this is happening but in this moment, he wants it bad enough not to care.
Echo climbs onto the mattress first, settling herself half over one of his thighs, and the second she does, his hands find her again.
Not a fucking drop of hesitation now.
Still a little overwhelmed, yeah, but there’s more confidence in him than there was a minute ago. More hunger. He looks up at her like he’s trying to take in all of her at once, and she rewards him for it with one of those slow, wicked smiles that’s gotten us this far already.
I peel my shirt off as I move closer, then deal with the rest until I’m down to my boxers, letting the heat in the room settle over my skin. Echo’s attention flicks my way for half a second, approving and pleased, before she turns back to Thorne and starts working at his clothes.
She takes her time with him. Stripping him down piece by piece while she keeps kissing him between each movement, like she’s trying to convince his body and his head at the same time that he can stop bracing now.
Thorne helps where he can, but he’s distracted enough that she keeps having to laugh at him and bat his hands out of the way.
“Patience,” she murmurs against his mouth.
He huffs a rough laugh. “Bit rich coming from you.”
“Shh.” She kisses him again.
That gets a grin out of me.
By the time she’s finished with him, he’s stretched out against the headboard looking thoroughly undone already, chest rising too fast, eyes dark, and mouth still swollen from kissing.
Fuck, seeing Thorne like this—open, worked up, and his cock rock hard while he’s still trying to hold onto some piece of control but failing badly.
Yeah, it sends a jolt right to my cock.
She shifts between his legs, lowering herself to lay between them as she slowly starts to tease him. I watch as her palm smooths over his cock, jerking him once, twice before she uses her mouth.
Her tongue flattening at the base of his cock before dragging up, slow and mean in the best goddamn way. Just enough to make him curse under his breath and tip his head back against the headboard.
His hand flies to her hair and his eyes move from her to me, like he’s suddenly aware I’m right here watching all of it.
Watching him unravel.
Fuck, it does things to me.
My hands move to my boxers, sliding them down my legs before my fist wraps around my cock, and slowly starts to stroke, matching the pace that Echo’s mouth takes Thorne’s in her throat.
I make my way closer to the bed.
Echo glances up at me, catches the look on my face, and smiles around him before pulling back just enough to breathe. Then she takes Thorne’s wrist and pulls his hand toward her.
“You don’t have to just sit there,” she says softly. “I want you to touch me.”
He swallows as Echo presses his hand between her thighs, guiding his fingers to hook in her panties and pulling them to the side before running them through her arousal.
“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Mmm see how wet you have me?”
Thorne’s gaze drops to where she’s guided him, then lifts back to her face, wrecked and wanting and still just a little disbelieving.
His touch starts tentative, then turns more certain when she rewards him for it, mouth on his, hand still working him, praise slipping between kisses whenever he gives her more.
“Good,” she whispers. “That’s it. See? Fuck, you know exactly what you’re doing.”
Christ, jerking myself harder as I watch how her praise affects him.
I can see it in the way his jaw tightens, the way his chest lifts, the way his eyes keep finding mine like he doesn’t know what to do with the fact that I’m watching him and we’re both getting harder for it.
Slowly, I climb onto the bed, close enough that Thorne can’t pretend I’m not part of this. Echo shifts just enough to make room for me without taking her focus off him, one hand still guiding his touch on her while the other drags lightly over my stomach as I settle beside them.
“There you go,” she says, glancing between us. “Much better.”
From there, the room tips fully.
I ease into position between Thorne's parted thighs, my palms pressing his legs open wider, exposing him completely. His cock throbs upright, veined and slick from Echo's mouth, the head flushed and leaking steadily.
His eyes flicker with a mix of raw hunger and that edge of uncertainty, muscles tensing under my touch like he's bracing for something forbidden.
She's facing him, her tits pushed up against chest as she claims his mouth in a fierce, open-mouthed kiss. Her hand wraps around the back of his neck, holding him steady, his fingers plunge deep into her soaked pussy, thrusting in a rhythm that makes her hips buck against his palm.
Thorne's body arches slightly under my grip, a deep rumble vibrating from his throat into Echo's lips as I lean in and wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking firmly from base to tip.
He breaks the kiss for a gasp, eyes squeezing shut before falling back on me but the moment he closes them, Echo pulls his face back to her.
“Eyes on me, baby,” she whispers hotly against his mouth, her voice laced both with command and affection. “Look at you—hard and leaking for him. You want it, you want him. Just let go and give in to it.”
She dives in again, sucking on his bottom lip, and his fingers drive harder into her, knuckles slick with her arousal.
Echo moans into the kiss, a throaty, needy sound that sends a jolt straight to my gut. Her body writhes beside him, back arching as his thumb finds her clit, rubbing in tight circles that have her thighs clenching around his wrist.
“Fuck, Thorne, just like that”' she gasps, breaking away long enough to nip at his earlobe before sealing her mouth over his again, swallowing his growing groans. She glances down at me, her eyes dark with encouragement. “Go on, Cowboy. Show him what that pretty mouth can do,” she smirks, tugging on Thorne’s bottom lip with her teeth.
I can't tear my eyes away from them, the way Thorne's arm flexes with each pump into her, his bicep straining as he curls his digits inside, hitting that spot that makes Echo's whole body shudder.
Her moans escalate, muffled against his throat—high-pitched whimpers that mix with the wet slide of his hand.
Possessiveness burns through me, hot and demanding, laced with the angst of knowing this is his first time crossing that line, his body trembling not just from pleasure but from the weight of it all.
I want to claim him, erase any doubt still left in his head with my touch.
I lower my head, tongue flicking over his slit to lap up the pre-cum beading there, before taking him into my mouth, sliding down inch by inch until he hits the back of my throat.
Thorne's hips jerk upward, a strangled cry tearing from him as his free hand fists the sheets, knuckles white.
“Fuckk,”
His focus splinters—eyes glazing as pleasure crashes over him, the newness of my lips on him making his thighs quake with something deeper than lust, a raw vulnerability flashing across his face.
But Echo senses it, her hand sliding from his neck to cup his jaw, turning his head firmly back to her. She kisses him deeper, tongue thrusting in sync with his fingers in her cunt, her body undulating against his side.
“Stay right here with me, and with him,” she murmurs, voice husky and praising as she grinds down on his hand. “God, your fingers feel so good. Now push into Wolfe, baby. Let him have you.”
Her words pull a guttural groan from him, louder this time, echoing off the walls as his thrusts into her falter for a second, overwhelmed by the suction of my lips around his cock, the intimacy of it all hitting him like a storm.
I hollow my cheeks, bobbing steadily, my hand cupping his balls and rolling them gently to heighten the build, my own cock aching with need.