Chapter 19 - Em #5
Yet they prove me wrong. And everything about this moment—being shared between them, taking the pleasure they give me without hesitation—feels immensely, startlingly right.
I sink into them, into the certainty of being wanted and tended to, my entire body feeling feverish from their fervent focus.
“Lix…” I plead. “Stan…”
I can feel more of Stan’s pleased moans on my mound. It drives me so close to the edge easily.
Lix answers with a grunt, his shaft soothing every raw nerve inside my squeezing walls, with his tip hitting my sensitive cervix with unexpected precision. He nudges against my womb over and over with astounding force and speed.
When I feel his fingers slide from my hips to my bottom, kneading it as it bounces beneath his hands… That’s what drives me over the edge.
With a whimpering moan, I reach my peak, squeezing his shaft.
“Fuck!” Lix shouts as his hands hold me in place.
He pummels into me like a battering ram, pushing at my womb in a way that shocks my spine.
“Can I come inside you?” Lix asks in a rush of breath, voice breaking by the end.
I try to say yes. I try to nod, but only low whines spill past my pouting lips.
They make me feel electric, as if my mind is firing neurons in rapid, frantic bursts. Synapses spark like circuits overloading, my body lighting up faster than my thoughts can keep up. And I find these feelings swiftly turning addictive.
“Em?” Lix sounds devastated. “Please, can I come…? I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Told ya, babe,” Stan teases, teeth grazing my clit. “Em absolutely edges.”
A shaky exhale from Lix follows as he slows his thrusts, making me whine.
“Em…” he whispers, leaning over to kiss my ear.
I can feel his heartbeat on my back.
“Tell me I can come, Em.” Lix presses his lips into my hair. “Say yes, please.”
It’s strangely a struggle, but I get the single word out. “Yes,” I whisper back before turning my head to capture his lips in a kiss.
His tongue tangles with mine when he grunts against my moaning mouth, satisfying me with the warmth he’s filling me with.
“Fuck, yes,” Stan hisses under us as he laps at my center that drips of Lix’s seed and my wetness. “So fucking tasty, the two of you.”
His happy hum and slurping sounds send more devastating shivers through me.
“I’m in heaven right now,” Stan says with a light laugh. “Seriously, I could die, but I have a few things to check off my fantasy list first. This, being one of ‘em.”
Lix pulls out of me. My core clenches on nothing, while the two of them talk.
I can’t catch their conversation yet again, but I hear Stan say “can easily fit in two” and Lix’s frustrated retort of “we’re almost out of lube.”
My limbs feel like gelatin, but I reposition myself, earning their curious stares.
“I can coordinate this,” I offer, ignoring the soreness between my thighs. “If you place me on top, I can control how much I can take in.”
“Em…” Lix sounds uncertain, while Stan grins and nods eagerly. “Yes! Brilliant idea, doc.”
Lix’s blue eyes narrow toward Stan, who ignores him to sit on the bed and pull me onto his lap.
“You’re so pretty, Em. Pretty with a PhD. Is that what the P stands for?” Stan playfully says, pulling giggles out of me.
His gray gaze grows wide as he stares at Lix, who’s scowling quietly at him.
“Hear that, babe? Our girl just giggled for me.” Stan licks his lips as he smirks. “Guess who the favorite is?”
“I don’t have one,” I answer, fixing my glasses from being askew, while my mind’s intact, even as Lix sits on my right and drapes my thigh over him.
Stan frowns, staring at me. “But I saw you first…”
Lix tries to stifle a laugh but fails. Stan scoffs and looks away, pouting petulantly.
I fix the situation by taking his shaft in my hand, stroking him slowly as I bend my knees and lift myself up between them.
“Whoa, doc,” Stan speaks breathlessly. “You’re drenching us.”
Sure enough, I’m still dripping wet. I stare at Stan, then turn to Nil. “Please sit closer to each other until your cocks touch.”
Stan takes initiative and positions them until their sizable lengths line up against each other. “Oh, fuck, yeah, that feels good,” he groans, grabbing me by the middle.
My hands grip his forearms. “Let me lead this time,” I assert.
“Ooh,” Stan says. “Doc’s in charge. Got it, gorgeous.”
Lix huffs another laugh while fixing my glasses. “Go ahead, Em. Tell us what to do.”
“Stay still,” I say as I ease down on them, my hands holding them together.
“Will we fit in your tight, pretty pussy?” Stan teases, nuzzling his nose into my hair.
“You said we would,” Lix responds to Stan.
Stan groans again, this time with displeasure. “I’m doing something called flirting, Ocean Eyes.” He kisses my ear. “Don’t let that wet towel of a man ruin our fun, gorgeous.”
“Not a wet towel,” Lix murmurs, threading his fingers over mine, helping me hold both of their erect cocks in place for me. “Easy, Em. We can take it slow.”
“Nope,” Stan quips. He thrusts up, grinding within our gripping palms. “Need inside now.”
Lix glares at him, and I laugh, lowering my guard and myself down a little to allow Lix’s tip to slide in.
I gasp, leaning on Lix. His free arm holds my bottom, making sure I don’t fall all the way down quite yet. “I got you, Em,” he whispers into my ear. “No need to hurry, remember?”
Glancing at him, I nod with thanks, kissing his cheek. He smiles in return.
With a deep breath, I slide down, taking about an inch more of Lix before Stan’s thick shaft nudges at my entrance.
“Any room for this big guy, gorgeous?” Stan asks, smirking when he watches me with his heated gaze. “I’d hate to miss out on all the fun.”
“Lift my leg, Stan,” I direct, draping my left leg over his outstretched forearm, thick with veins, as he flexes.
Stan’s breath hitches, his hand wrapping around my foot. “Holy hell, I could come right now.”
Lix scoffs a short laugh. I smile, aiming it at Stan. His free hand’s on my hip, pushing me down a bit more.
“But I wanna do that inside you, Em,” Stan whispers. “Don’t make me beg for it.”
“Beg,” Lix taunts with a slight smirk.
But I quickly correct him. “There’s no need.”
Slowly, I sink down, taking a sharp breath in before feeling both of their tips spear me open.
“Oh, hell yes!” Stan howls just as Lix pants heavily into my hair.
My eyes roll back, my glasses twisting askew yet again as I lean more into Lix for balance.
Stan meets the motion by pushing at the perfect angle. I’m slippery enough to take in a few more inches of them together.
The winter breeze from the open window fogs my shallow breaths into the air between the three of us.
“Doing so goddamn good, gorgeous,” Stan whispers.
“You feel unbelievable, Em,” Lix adds, catching his breath.
“Feels like the damn best.” Stan drives more of his cock inside me.
A broken cry comes out of my parted lips.
“Stan, let her lead us,” Lix scolds him.
“Shit, sorry, I forgot,” Stan laments. “Em, seriously. I’ll stop.”
I shake my head and stare at Stan. “It’s okay.”
“Make him beg next time, Em,” Lix suggests.
“Stop bullying me, babe,” Stan snaps, “while I’m living out my fantasy threesome.”
Lix laughs, his smiling lips are on my temple. “Take your time, Em.”
I consider his suggestion and pause for a few deep breaths.
The combination is overwhelming, pleasure and closeness blending until my thoughts fade into the background. Such a freeing feeling that I want to stay in forever, if only I could.
I let my head fall back, trusting the hands that hold me. Perhaps one night isn’t enough. Perhaps I’ll want this more and more, for as long as they want me as well.
“Fuck me,” I whisper into the air as I lose focus on keeping my core flexed. My legs give in a little, sinking down on them impossibly more.
Lix gasps, going still, but Stan doesn’t need to be told twice. He pushes in deeper and deeper, making me take them both in more and more.
Biting back my feeble sounds, I hear the obscene noises of our bodies meeting, of their groans and grunts filling the room.
My left arm wraps around Stan’s broad shoulders. The right rests on Lix’s.
“Move,” I whimper. “Quickly, please.”
This time, Lix follows my command, thrusting upwards in tandem with Stan. Yet the contrast is clear between them, overwhelming my senses. One’s bold and eager, the other more controlled.
Time loses its shape afterwards. The world narrows to their warmth, even with the winter evening rushing in through the window.
My breath breaks as pleasure crests, stealing the last of my words. I wanted to lead them more, guide them, tell them exactly how I want it. But it’s as though they can read my mind, predict the pattern of where pleasure courses through my veins and follow it with knowing motion.
They don’t hesitate. Their hips move in speedy haste. Heat builds more and more. Pleasure pulls low.
I’m stretched between them, my nerves awakened and firing like fireworks that should be flying across the sky, but they’re all somehow contained inside me.
It’s all too much yet not nearly enough, my core responding before I can think, clenching around them.
“Be ours, Em,” Stan murmurs against the side of my mouth.
Lix heaves. “Please?”
“Just say yes, gorgeous.”
I can’t find my voice as I listen to their pleading words.
I’m impossibly full of them. So thought slips away, leaving only truth behind.
Miraculously, I manage a small nod, undoubtedly honest without a moment to overthink.
Stan takes my answer as permission, driving the pace harder and rougher, while Lix turns relentless, his breath breaking against my skin as though he’s barely holding on.
I cling to the electrifying sensation, to how they move so wonderfully well together, pulling filthy sounds out of me I didn’t know I could make.
Moments pass. They must. Time is hard to tell when I’m lost in the gratification they’re eagerly giving me.
So it’s no surprise that, at some point, my mind lets go entirely, clinging only to the pleasure that keeps coming, rolling through me in wave after wave that feels endless.
When they finally slow, I tune into my body, oversensitive and spent. Their movements ease but don’t stop right away, drawing it out until I’m riding out another orgasm I’ve lost count of.
They follow suit, filling me with their seed mixing inside me, churning it deeper with them poking at my sore cervix.
I don’t mind the pain as much, with the contentment overwhelming me in ways I can only welcome, while my walls hold onto them as though I’m milking them for more.
Their moans and groans echo across the room, the sounds so pleasant, along with the wet noises of their lengths still inside me.
Eventually, they stop completely. I become aware of a deep, persistent warmth dripping out of me, which doesn’t fade even as everything else begins to come down from the immense high.
Their warm spent runs down and sticks onto my inner thighs while Lix’s careful touch draws my focus back toward them.
He brushes my hair back with careful fingers, smoothing it away from my eyes. He reaches for my glasses and sets them aside neatly. The small gesture makes my chest ache with affection.
Stan snuggles close against me, his arm snaking around my waist. He hums contentedly, sounding rather relaxed.
“Ya know, babes, tomorrow’s supposed to be real nice weather for winter,” he murmurs, voice soft with sleep. “I know this perfect little spot. Great view of the city. We could do a picnic during the day. Just the three of us.”
My eyelids grow heavy, so I close them. I sink into the space between them, past exhaustion but deeply content.
Lix lays me down. I feel him move from the bed after, while Stan still holds me close.
A door opens, a sink runs, and then footsteps sound closer to me until a damp towel wipes my body soothingly.
Then Lix joins us in bed, his lips finding mine.
Sleep is about to take me, when Stan’s voice lifts. “Hey, Em,” he whispers, mischief clear in his drowsy tone. “What do you think about us being in ya while we sleep?”
All reasoning has left my mind. Desire has taken over the moment I knocked on their door. So I answer with a giggle that escapes me before I can stop it. I can feel his grin against my shoulder as the darkness finally pulls me under.
“Me first, okay, gorgeous?” he asks, while Lix’s grumble becomes a low tone in my ear that brings me right into slumber.