Chapter 26 Evan #2
“Is this okay?” I ask Nora after manoeuvring her on the bed, my cock slipping between her folds.
She gasps against my mouth each time my cock rubs over her clit. “Yes. Please, Ev. Make love to me.”
I freeze, hovering above her. This isn’t just fucking.
I should stop. I should turn her over and fuck her from behind so she can’t see the love in my eyes.
But instead, I slide home into her heat, her body welcoming me as if I’ve always belonged here.
“Nora…” I tilt my head to the side, getting a better view of the screen.
Nate lazily strokes himself, eyes hooded, mouth parted, shirtless, his chest covered in hair, all man. If he heard her words, he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Tell Nate to get more of his cock on camera. I want to watch him come.” With another groan, I thrust into Nora, my arms holding my weight above her, our hips and stomach sliding against each other as I slip out and thrust back in.
“I want us all to come together.” I thrust inside again, my arms shaking beneath me. “All three of us.”
“Yes,” Nora pants. “Nate. Let me see you. I want to see all of you while you touch yourself.”
Nate leans back, cursing under his breath as his full cock comes into view. “You two make me so hard.”
Tingles shoot down my spine, my balls tighten, stomach burns. The words you two settle in my soul. Not just Nora, but me as well. I make him hard. I dip my head and rain kisses all over Nora’s face, swallowing her beautiful moans.
Nate fists his length, pre-cum leaking from the tip. “Look how hard you make me.” It’s as if he’s talking directly to me.
I drive home harder, grinding against Nora’s clit. “Won’t. Last.” I clench my teeth, holding everything back. The purpose of this was to come inside her. Get her pregnant, but my goal now is to make her come again while Nate comes on-screen, wishing he was here to come all over me.
I’m deluded. Disturbed. Depraved. I’m in love with my two best friends and I have no idea what to do about it, but all I care about now is chasing my next orgasm. I swipe the hair from Nora’s face. “You close?”
Her thick thighs wrap around me, forcing me deeper. “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop, Ev.”
I keep my pace in rhythm with her as she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. “I’m not stopping. I never want to stop.” Before Nora sees the truth in my eyes, I turn my head to view Nate. I don’t just mean tonight. I never want this to end. Not with them. Not ever.
Nate’s nostrils flare, his lips press together. “Ev. Fuck, make her come.”
I kiss Nora, grinding against her clit. “Come on my cock, beautiful. Let’s make our baby.”
Nora cries out in pleasure, a deep, throaty scream rips from her chest. Her back arches, pushing her breasts against me, both of us slick with sweat and arousal.
She lets out another cry, her walls clamping around my dick. “I’m there. Oh, Ev. I’m there.”
I come with her and turn my head to the screen. “Nate. Fuck. Nate.” Heat courses through my veins like bolts of lightning, electrifying my soul.
He comes with us, ribbons of cum shooting over his stomach, and I wish he were here. I want to taste him too. His cum on me, claiming me as I’m claiming his wife.
I’m still coming inside Nora as she milks me for every drop I have, her pussy gripping me like a vise.
“That was amazing.” I kiss her again, because, fuck it.
What we just did crossed every boundary.
This was so much more than making a baby.
This was human connection, love, lust, and everything I crave. It was home.
I rest my forehead against hers as we both catch our breath. Nate’s arm hangs by his chair, his cock softening against his stomach. He’s spent as am I, but I don’t want to slip out of her yet, not while the aftershocks of her orgasm are still rippling through her.
“You two good?” Nate asks, still making no attempt to clean up, looking exhausted in the best way.
I nod and allow myself to gaze at the screen, taking in every part of his naked form. I push myself up and slip out of Nora, then sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread, covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Ev, can you pass me a pillow for under my bottom?” Nora’s glowing, all flushed cheeks, ripe nipples, messy hair, smeared eyeliner. Freshly fucked and more beautiful than ever.
“Here.” I grab a pillow and she lifts, allowing me to push a cushion underneath her. I let my hand rest on her belly. One day there’s gonna be a baby growing here. Am I allowed to call it my baby? Or will it be theirs?
My skin prickles as if Nate’s watching. Should I be touching Nora here? I turn back to the screen, finding his eyes dark and predatory as if he hasn’t already had a feast tonight. But he doesn't seem to mind where my hand is with the way his lips curve.
Nate stretches. “I need to take a shower.”
I push my fingers through my damp hair. “Yeah, me too.”
Nate leans forward in his seat. “If you’re sleeping in my bed tonight, try not to drool on my pillow.”
Nora giggles. “Your pillow is currently under my backside. It’ll probably have more than drool on it by the time I’m done.”
I shrug. “Sorry, mate.”
“You owe me a pillow.” He points a finger at the camera. “She gets cold feet at night, make sure you keep her warm, yeah?”
My heart pumps too big for my ribs as he gives me permission to belong, but more than that, he’s practically ordering me to stay with Nora, not to replace him, but telling me I have a place with them. “I’ll take good care of her, don’t worry.”
“I know you will.” He wipes his stomach with some tissues from the desk. “Dimples, I’ll call you in the morning, yeah?”
“All right. I love you.” Nora waves her hand from the bed.
“Love you, too. Goodnight.”
The screen goes blank, and I rise from the bed. “You need anything before I jump in the shower?”
Nora shakes her head, her hand caressing my arm.
I lean down and kiss her because it’s the only thing that feels right while she lies there, trusting me with her body and the aftermath of what we’ve done. I don’t know if the pillow helps or makes a difference, but it feels like care, and that’s all that matters.
I admire her for longer than I should, just standing in the space Nate left for me.
For once, my mind is still. I’m here because I’m wanted for more than we agreed.
Maybe we coexist like this, where I have a place at their table, in their bed, or maybe it’s just wishful thinking. Either way, it’s a beautiful thought.