Chapter Seven #3
Echo breaks the kiss to throw her head back, a sharp cry escaping as Thorne adds a third finger, stretching her wider, the slick sounds growing louder, more frantic.
“Yes, fuck—deeper, Thorne, I’m so close,” she demands, her voice breaking into a moan that vibrates through both of them. She yanks his face back again, lips crashing into his with bruising force, as her other hand reaches down to stroke my hair, urging me on.
Thorne's getting noisier, his moans turning into raw shouts that he tries to muffle against her neck, but she won't have it, and neither will I. No I want that shit. I want to hear the fucking angst in his voice, that hungry edge of discovery, fuels the fire in me.
“Let it out,” she encourages, nipping his collarbone before licking a path back to his mouth. “Scream for him. For me.”
His body tenses, thighs trembling against my shoulders, his cock pulsing wildly in my mouth as I take him deeper, and my throat relaxes around him.
I growl around his length, the vibration making him buck harder, as his cries peak and Echo's praises wash over him, pushing him to embrace the pull between us.
She's close too, I can tell from the way her body coils tight beside him, muscles quivering, her moans turning into breathless pleas.
“Don't stop—oh shit, Thorne,” she gasps, her hand now over his wrist, urging him faster, deeper. Every time his rhythm stutters, lost in the pull of my mouth and the shock of his first male touch, she grounds him.
The air is thick with the scent of sex as I ramp up my pace, sucking harder, one hand pinning his hip to the bed while the other teases lower, a finger circling his entrance to push him further into this uncharted territory.
“Fuck you taste so good,” I groan, pulling off just enough to speak, my breath ghosting over his soaked shaft before diving back in. “Fuck my face while you make her scream—then, I want you to fuck me.”
He does, his voice shatters into a roar as his free hand moves to my hair, threading through the blonde waves before shoving my face down hard on his cock. His fingers thrust up into Echo, pushing her over the ledge causing her own climax to crash through her.
“Oh fuck, yes. I’m cumming.” she whimpers against his lips. Her pussy clenching around his plunging fingers, juices soaking his hand and the sheets beneath her as she trembles.
Echo slumps against Thorne, her breaths ragged, but her eyes gleam with that knowing spark as she kisses him softly, then turns to me.
Thorne doesn't wait, he surges up, the hunger in him ignited beyond hesitation, flipping me onto my back with a strength that surprises even me, before his body is pinning mine down with angsty need.
He looks at me, really fucking looks, and in his eyes are filled with raw, unfiltered need.
“Fuck” he growls, voice rough with emotion, “I've never... but I need this. I fucking need you.” He grabs our cocks together in his large hand, stroking us both in firm, urgent pulls, our shafts sliding against each other, slick with spit and pre-cum. The friction is fucking electric.
His grip is tight, thumb swiping over both our tips, making me groan low in my throat as his face hovers inches from mine, and our breaths mingle in hungry pants.
Echo watches from the side, her hand trailing over his back, encouraging with a whisper. “That's it, jerk him off with you. Feel how hard he is for you. How hard you make each other,”
His strokes quicken, our cocks throbbing in unison, the heat building with every slide, every grunt that escapes us.
He leans down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues clashing as he works us both toward the edge, but he doesn't let us tip over.
With a ragged breath, he releases us, positioning himself between my legs now, spitting on his palm before spreading it over his tip and nudging his cock at my entrance.
His eyes search mine for permission as he pushes in slow, inch by inch, stretching me with a burn that makes me arch and hiss.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I grip my cock, jerking it while he thrusts deeper, hips snapping with hungry rhythm, our bodies slamming together in passionate frenzy, moans tearing from us both as the intimacy fucking swallows us whole.
I reach for him, catching him behind the neck just long enough to make it clear I’m here, I’m in this, I’m not about to pull away.
“Come here,” I tell him.
And for once, he fucking does, his lips claiming mine roughly.
Thorne breaks the kiss, pushing back up and gripping my hips as he thrusts into me harder.
“Fuck, mate. So bloody tight,” he groans, slamming into me again and again.
“Yeah,” I say, voice already shot. “Like that.”
Echo’s smile turns soft and wicked all at once. “See? Doesn’t it feel good?”
Her words hang in the air like a spark, and Thorne’s rhythm picks up, his fingers digging into my hips with a grip that’s all fire and need.
He’s driving into me now, each snap of his hips burying his cock deeper, the stretch burning in the best fucking way, pulling ragged breaths from my chest.
God, he feels massive inside me, thick and hot, every inch pulsing with that raw, unfiltered want. It’s like he’s splitting me open, but in a way that makes my whole body light up, the friction dragging against my walls with a pressure that’s almost too much, yet exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
His body tenses with every thrust, shoulders bunching, jaw clenched tight as sweat beads on his forehead and trickles down his temple.
There’s this fierce determination in the way he moves, hips rolling forward with controlled power, but his eyes flicker with that hint of uncertainty, like he’s still testing the waters even as he loses himself in it.
I can feel him everywhere—thick and unrelenting, hitting that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
His abs flex with each drive, veins standing out on his ink covered forearms as he holds me steady, and there’s a subtle tremor in his thighs, like the effort to keep it together is starting to fray at the edges.
Echo slides closer, her body warm against my side, one hand trailing up Thorne’s arm as he pounds away, the other finding my chest, nails scraping lightly over my nipple.
She leans in, lips brushing my jaw in a soft kiss that contrasts the raw intensity of Thorne’s thrusts.
“You two look so fucking good like this,” she murmurs, her voice a husky thread weaving us tighter. “He likes that, Thorne, don’t, give it to him just like that.”
Thorne’s eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, that mix of hunger and raw emotion flashing through them.
One of his hands releases my hip, sliding down my stomach to wrap around my cock, still hard and leaking from the friction of him inside me. His grip is firm, callused palm stroking me in time with his thrusts, up on the in, down on the out, sending jolts of pleasure racing up my spine.
The way he fills me up, it’s intoxicating; every withdrawal leaves me aching for more.
“Shit, Thorne,” I groan, my head falling back against the pillow.
The dual sensation is overwhelming, his cock filling me while his hand works me over, thumb circling the head to smear the pre-cum there. My hips buck up into his touch, chasing the build that’s coiling tight in my gut.
His hand on my hip releases, planting itself beside my head for leverage, his chest heaving as his breaths come out in sharp bursts, lips parted and glistening as they capture mine again in a messy, desperate kiss thats all teeth and tongue, breaking only to growl against my lips
“That’s it, pretty boy. Give it to me. Fuckin’ hell.” His strokes speed up, twisting just right at the base, and I can’t hold back the moans spilling out, low and broken.
His grip on my cock tightens just a fraction, strokes getting sloppier but no less effective, and I can see the strain in his neck, the way his brows furrow as he fights to hold on and brings his mouth down on mine again.
“Fuck,” I groan “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,”
It hits me like a goddamn tidal wave, crashing into me hard and fast.
My body tenses, toes curling into the sheets, and I cry out against Thorne’s mouth, cum spilling over his fist in hot pulses that streak my stomach and chest. The pleasure rips through me, leaving me shaking, clinging to his wrist like it’s the only thing grounding me.
Inside, he feels even bigger somehow, the clench of my release pulling a deep, shuddering groan from him, his hips stuttering as he rides it out with me.
“Bloody hell, fuck.”
Thorne follows right after, his groan turning into a guttural shout as he quickly pulls out, and fists his cock. He strokes himself twice, three times, eyes squeezed shut in that intense focus before he starts cumming—ropes of it landing on my chest, mixing with mine in warm, sticky trails.
His body shudders above me, hips jerking with the aftershocks, as a low, broken sound escapes his throat and he collapses forward just enough to brace on himself on the headboard.
His breaths come in heavy pants against my neck as he comes down from the high.
Even in the release, there’s a vulnerability in how he trembles, forehead pressing to my shoulder like he’s anchoring himself there.
Beside us, Echo’s smile is all satisfaction as she presses kisses to both of us, my temple, his jaw, her hands stroking soothing patterns over our sweat-damp skin. “That may have been the hottest shit I’ve ever witnessed.” she breathes, voice soft with that wicked edge still lingering.
The room finally goes quiet, my pulse is still running high and my head feels fuller than it should.