Chapter 22 - Stan #3
I wanna record more of Em’s naughty noises. Her moans. Her screams. Her breathless cries that break when her head lolls to the side, her lips drooling down to our pillows.
Lix is going slow on her, thrusts easy and lazy.
Idris repositions until she’s half on his lap. He gives Lix suggestions that gets my dick hard again.
The man with a golden tan is pointing with one hand, while the other massages Em’s right breast. So I mirror that action with my free hand on her left tit.
“Mmm, so big,” I mumble, earning Em’s fluttering eyes. She’s making these sweet sounds for us. I fucking love it. Can’t ever get enough of it.
“Stan,” Idris calls me, snapping me out of my sex haze.
“Yeah?”
“Pass me the toy, please.”
I hand him the vibrator. It’s long and cool to the touch, but he warms it up with his hands and asks Lix to lick it before they both hold it down to place on Em’s clit.
She wails so loud, it bounces off the bedroom walls. It’s goddamn music to my ears.
I almost drop the phone, but I know I need this on video.
“Faster, Lix,” I urge him. “So much faster.”
He follows, fucking her like his life depends on it.
“Doing great, Em,” Idris whispers to her, caressing her face and wiping the sweat off her brows. “Really great. Outstanding work.”
Em’s still wailing, handling the overwhelm so well.
Lix grunts, pumping his come inside her. She comes with him, crying out in that broken, breathless way she does when we know we brought her there, to seeing stars until her mind goes blank too.
She can’t lecture me then, can she?
After a while, we’re all catching our breaths when Em moves first. She must be sore as hell, but she straddles Idris’ lap and slide herself down onto his dick.
“Are you sure, Em?” he asks.
What the fuck?
Has he lost his mind? Why would you even ask that? Let her fuck you, dude!
She answers him with her body, her juices coating his cock.
I film the whole thing, this sweet moment where Idris is staring at her, and she’s staring down, stroking his cock with her hand before taking it inside her, inch by inch.
Idris hisses in a sharp breath that sounds like it hurts. “Em, easy, please. Don’t rush yourself, not for me.”
Oh my god, this is everything.
I’m filming with my phone in my face because I am positively grinning. Lix leans in, watching through the screen with me.
We’re both taking a break ‘cause we’ll be having way more fun after Em’s done ruining Idris.
“Idris,” Em whispers his name like a siren song. “I’d really like to do this.”
He’s staring at her like she seriously is the sun and he doesn’t mind burning his retinas off. “Then do as you please, Em.”
She drapes her arms over his broad shoulders and starts bouncing on his dick.
I’m practically squealing but doing it silently so I don’t ruin what I’m recording. But I grab Lix with my free hand and shake him. “Ow,” he mutters under his breath, but I can tell he’s smiling and enjoying the show too.
Em cranes her neck while she springs her hips up and down on him. Idris takes the chance to kiss her cheek, then down her throat. “So beautiful, Em. I missed you so much.”
Oh, boy, my heart is bouncing too. I grip Lix harder, and he breathes out a short laugh.
Em doesn’t say much, only moaning so damn seductively that my dick’s crying for more. So I hand Lix the phone, warning him to record everything or else. He doesn’t take my threat seriously, but I know he won’t let me down.
I crawl toward Em from behind. Once her ass is in front of me, I take her cheeks in my hands and spread them before I lick between them. “Mmm,” I moan, rimming her tiny puckered hole.
“Stan!” I hear her shout. No surprise she knows it’s me, even though she can’t see.
“Gonna take this hole, gorgeous,” I tell her before eating her out like she’s the dinner we’re skipping.
I’m about to act so fucking unhinged in front of witnesses on video. And that gets me so fucking fully hard again that I have to quickly work her hole with a finger I lube up. The bottle’s empty, so I toss it to the side.
I groan, watching her ass stretch for me, while she’s on Idris. “Oh my god, I could die a happy man after this,” I can’t help but say out loud.
Lix snorts somewhere behind me. Idris is too busy panting. And Em’s ignoring me, I guess, but she can’t do that for long.
It takes a while, sure, but it’s absolutely worth it getting her ass ready to take me. And as soon as she’s ready, I go on my knees and test things out with my tip first, but I think the training we’ve been doing on her the past few nights has her taking me in shockingly fast.
Her head falls back on my chest, getting a long whine out of her when I’m about halfway inside.
My hands snatch her asscheeks while I whisper in her ear. “Good girl, taking both of us at the same time.”
She lets out these pretty whimpers that make me push in some more until she’s gasping for air.
“Stan, please go easy on her,” Idris says, voice strained and brows creased like it’s hard for him to focus.
Same, buddy, same.
But I disagree, and so does our girl. “No, please—” Em keeps crying out, barely able to get any words said. “S-Stan, please don’t stop.”
I’m a gentleman, so I take her ass the way she’s begging me to. I thrust shallow, letting her bouncing body take both of our cocks how she wants it.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Lix recording quietly. But I nod at him to join us. “Recording’s eating up the battery anyway, babe, so come play,” I tell him.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He taps at my phone and flips it shut before shuffling over to help us wreck our woman.
It’s gonna be a hell of a night.
Hours pass. I only know because at some point my legs start shaking, and the room smells like sweat, sex, and extremely bad decisions I’d happily make again.
We keep rearranging ourselves, finding new angles, new ways to fit. The bed complains. Loudly. Honestly, it’s a champ too.
Idris is on Em like a hawk the whole time, slipping in reminders whenever she starts doing that thing where she decides limits are more of a suggestion.
He tells her to breathe. Take a break for a minute.
Drink some water too. Grab a bite of something real quick.
Apparently, come isn’t a healthy snack, not like we make Em swallow any of it.
As for me, I don’t mind. I’ve been guzzling Lix’s all night.
Still, Idris says it all gentle, but I can tell he’s worried.
Em, of course, ignores half of it.
She always wants more. To go further. See how far she can go before her body taps out. And I’m supposed to be the guy who tells her no? Yeah, good luck with that. Not when she looks at me like she’s daring me to keep up.
Lix is the reason we don’t completely lose our minds. He meets her halfway, knows when to pull back but not box her in.
Somehow, between Idris’ care, Lix’s calm, and Em’s drive—and mine—we find a rhythm that works for the four of us.
And we stay in it until the night nearly runs out of dark. The clouds are gone, and the moonlight’s checking in on us through the window like it wants to sneak a peek into Em’s clapping cheeks, taking my cock for like, the ninth time tonight.
It’s way past midnight when Em finally taps out.
Idris is sitting up, concern kicking in. “Okay, everyone,” he says. “Break time. Electrolytes for Em, please.”
Lix pulls on sweats before rushing out to grab some sports drinks for our girl.
It doesn’t take him long to come back. The kitchen’s close, and Lix sprints like a bullet. I’ve barely caught my breath when we’re handing out drinks and gulping it down like it’s air.
After a while, we’re all laid down across the bed. I’m snuggling up to Lix, who’s holding Em from the left, while Idris is on her right. Good thing this bed is huge, ‘cause we all fit. Just like we did with Em all night.
I grin at the dirty thought, breathing in Lix’s sweaty musk. Smells so manly and sexy. I hump his ass, while his hand pats my face to stop me. Nice try, babe. I keep going, not caring.
Em sighs softly, breaking the silence, before she says, “Idris said something to me recently, that my pride gets in the way sometimes.”
I stop what I’m doing to look at her. She’s searching Idris’ eyes like they’re holding secrets.
Her pink lips part, her voice barely a whisper between us. “I notice many things. I take pride in that, but I must admit that I don’t always notice when my pride gets in the way.”
Another sigh escapes her pouting lips. She looks absolutely beautiful with the moonlight hitting her like a spotlight.
“Forgive me for using a metaphor, but I sometimes put walls up.” She kisses Idris, then glances between me and Lix. “I’m grateful you all have climbed over them.”
I snort, smirking. “Climb?”
Her eyes are on me, making my heart thump hard. Feels like it’s trying to rip out of my ribs just to get to her. So she can see exactly what she does to me.
“Em,” I say, sitting up, “we’ve been tearing down those walls brick by brick.” I take the last sip of my drink, then add, “And if you even think about rebuilding, we’re bringing in a bulldozer.”
Lix sighs like he regrets every life choice that led him to me. “Your phrasing’s horrific.”
“But accurate,” I shoot back.
He looks at Em, smiling and looking so damn handsome. “But yeah, Stan’s right, Em. We’re not going anywhere.”
That gets her smiling too, looking cozy in Idris’ arms.
I put my empty bottle down on the nightstand. That’s when I spot her glasses. I grab them and slide them on my face.
“So,” I start to say, closing my eyes. “Be honest. How do I look? Like a hot nerd?”
Em giggles, full-on giggles like she never has before. I swear it does things to me.
I open my eyes and turn to look at her, but fuck’s sake, my sight’s blurry as all hell with her glasses on me.
“Holy shit, gorgeous. How blind are you?” I glance down at myself, my hands flying to feel my hard abs. “Can you still see my abs at least? Wait a sec—how big do you think my dick is, if you can’t even see well without these specs?”
Idris chuckles. Lix groans. Em’s still laughing.
I keep the glasses on and keep making jokes, wanting to hear her making sweet sounds of pure happiness forever.