Chapter 16 #2
“Ya’ll can discuss his ink later,” Zane said behind her as his hands touched her waist and dragged her thermal top up and off in a single pull.
Jed shed the rest of his clothes and rolled a condom on while Zane worked her clothes off — bra unclasped, pants pulled down and tossed with the bra, her lacy panties the only thing left. He didn’t pull them off, though. Not yet.
He went to his knees in front of her and his teeth grazed the fabric right over her clit.
A low snarl vibrated through her.
“Fuck,” she whispered, fingers threading through his hair, touching without holding.
He grinned up at her as he peeled the lace down her legs. “Soon. Not yet.”
Behind him, Jed said, “Condoms and lube in the nightstand.”
Zane stood and headed that way while Jed came up behind her, arms sliding around her waist, and then he turned her to face him.
Those huge hands came up under her arms, and he lifted her.
She wrapped her arms around his body, but he brought her entrance just to the tip of his cock and held her there.
“Team rules. Consent shit. Tell me you want me to sit you down on my cock.”
She smiled. “I want both of you to fuck me unconscious. Does that work?”
He dropped her down hard, and she gasped as he filled her, her cunt stretching wide around him. He held her in place, full and pinned, while she rocked her hips, working him deeper.
She kissed him hard, filthy and messy, her tongue fucking into his mouth while he fucked her with his cock. She didn’t hear Zane return until she felt his hands on her.
Warm, slick fingers found the cleft of her ass. He didn’t say anything, just pressed in with one finger, then two, the lube cold and the stretch fast.
She ground her hips on Jed, and her clit dragged against his pelvis, every angle perfect. She was pinned. Filled. She squeezed him tighter with her legs.
Jed drove into her harder, lifting and slamming her down, again and again. The motion forced her down onto Zane’s fingers, and every time she clenched, Zane pushed deeper.
She was groaning nonstop now, head dropped back, legs locked hard around Jed’s waist while her body bounced between them.
Then Zane’s cock nudged her ass. Slick. Heavy. Pressing. Jed slowed, and Zane pressed in a hair more. Cautious. Slow.
“I’m not fragile, Zane. I don’t break easy.”
He took her at her word and shoved in. The stretch was brutal, her whole body flinched, and she gave a fast, raw scream as Zane buried himself in her ass in a single fierce thrust.
Everything inside her clenched. She was full, so fucking full. They moved out of synch a dozen thrusts and then suddenly found their rhythm.
She was wedged between them, every inch of her filled. Jed’s cock slammed into her from below, and Zane’s hips drove her forward from behind. She had nowhere to go. No control. Just stretched and split wide, legs shaking, head falling forward against Jed’s shoulder.
She came hard, her cunt spasming around Jed’s cock, her breath broken and high, but the men didn’t stop.
They fucked her through it. Used her. Lifted her and slammed her between them like a ragdoll.
Her breath came out in broken little cries, her muscles quivering while they moved her like a toy, bouncing her on their cocks, holding her open and helpless.
Jed’s arms flexed beneath her now, lifting and bracing, fucking her deep. Zane held her hips, his rhythm brutal, each thrust stealing what little thought she had left.
Pressure built and another orgasm hit fast and hard, shaking her apart in waves. She screamed into Jed’s neck, biting down to muffle it, every muscle locked tight around them both.
Still, they didn’t stop.
Zane cursed and slammed into her again, relentless now, while Jed ground his hips and hissed through his teeth.
Her third orgasm tore through her mid-spasm — too much, too fast, her pussy still clenching while her ass stretched wide around Zane’s cock.
They followed fast after.
Jed came first, buried deep with a growl, his hands still strong beneath her while his cock throbbed and twitched deep inside her.
Zane held her hips and hammered her through yet another orgasm before pulling out just in time to yank off the condom and finish in hot streaks across her back.
She couldn’t speak.
Could barely breathe.
Her body was still wrapped around Jed, who took three steps back and sat on the side of the bed with her still attached.
Jed kissed her temple and said, “Jesus.”
Emmy didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Her brain had gone static.
She heard Zane in the attached bathroom, and then relaxed when he returned with a warm washcloth to clean her back.
“Wow,” Jed said, his voice soft. “He does know how to clean up his messes.”
“Fuck you,” Zane said to Jed before softening his tone and saying, “You okay, Emmy?”
She’d learned in the past not to compliment one dick without saying something about the other, so she figured it best not to ask him just how fat his dick was.
“Better than okay,” she answered. “I lost track, was that four orgasms, or five?”
“I don’t do math when I fuck,” Zane said, completely serious, and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m pretty happy with my one orgasm,” Jed said, and he gently lifted her off his dick, which made them both groan.
It took them probably ten minutes to get everyone cleaned up and dressed before the threesome headed back downstairs to the party, which was still going strong.
And Emmy was just getting started.
Sure, she was raw in both holes, but she was really hoping for a second round with these two.
Music throbbed louder downstairs, bodies still packed every room, and the beer line was just as long as when they’d left, but the players had their own private keg, and Jed filled three plastic glasses.
Emmy downed hers, and Jed refilled it.
She stepped into the second-largest room and spotted Rhea, who spotted Emmy long before she made it to her, and raised her hand into the air as Emmy neared.
Emmy high-fived her on the fly, laughing. “Don’t ask.”
“That comes later,” Rhea said with a smile. “And you are absolutely going to spill. And I don’t have to ask if you’re good or not.”
“Oh, I’m so good.”
Jed and Zane came from behind and surrounded her, and Rhea’s smile went bigger.
A newer remix of an early 2000s club anthem hit the speakers, and Emmy groaned in pleasure. “I love this one.”
Zane arched a brow. “You gonna dance for us?”
“Hell no,” she said. “You’re dancing with me.”
She pulled both of them into the crowded living room, bodies pressing close on every side, and moved between them — Jed behind, Zane in front — and started swaying, loose and sensual, her hips rolling with the beat.
Zane smirked and matched her rhythm, close enough their chests brushed with every shift. Behind her, Jed’s hands found her waist, guiding her back into him. She laughed, caught between them, and ground her hips in time with the bass drop.
“Oh, we’re doing this,” Zane said, sliding his palms up her arms, teasing the sides of her breasts before dipping low again.
Jed ducked and murmured, “We’re gonna get kicked out of our own party if you keep moving like that.”
She tossed her hair and rolled her hips again, more exaggerated this time, and Zane matched her stroke for stroke.
She saw Rhea and Lucas walking up the stairs together, and she smiled, delighted her friend would get a happy ending tonight, too.
It was good to fuck people who weren’t going to feed from them. Weren’t going to drink their blood.
Emmy focused on the music again, and she draped her arm over Zane’s shoulders, pulling him closer while her ass ground into Jed’s crotch behind her.
They made it through probably a dozen songs, though they went for beers a few times, cutting up and teasing each other.
They kind of went crazy during Bohemian Rhapsody, everyone in the party belting out the lyrics while crazy dancing, fists in the air, screaming out the words — but then the first notes of Take Me to Church sounded, and Emmy jumped onto Zane, wrapping herself around him and kissing him, her hips on autopilot while Jed ground into her from behind.
She heard the fake shutter sounds of a few phone cameras with her dragon’s senses, and she brushed her lips along Zane’s jaw to tell him, “We might need to move behind closed doors again.”
His answer was to turn toward the stairs and once again walk up, with her attached to his front rather than over his shoulder this time.