Chapter 3 #3
Linda sucked on my balls, her tongue pressed flat against the seam, while her hand stroked my cock, squeezing the base and twisting on every upward stroke.
I closed my eyes and let my head drop back.
Evelyn’s hand was on my chest, splayed and warm, and I heard the sharp huff of her breath as she watched, her thighs pressed together, both her hands buried between them, fingertips circling her clit in quick, focused motions.
I caught the edge of Evelyn’s thought: heat, then longing, then a flash of herself under me, legs wide and trembling. She wanted it as much as Linda, maybe more, but held herself back, slow to break the rhythm of her friend’s pleasure. It wasn’t jealousy; it was hunger so pure it ached.
Linda released me with a wet sound and looked up, her mouth open, face red and glowing. “I want you to fuck me,” she said, barely above a whisper.
Evelyn grinned, her lips wet and parted. “That’s a request, not a demand,” she said, and reached out to pull Linda up for a messy, open-mouthed kiss. The taste of me on Linda’s mouth was clear even from where I sat; it made Evelyn’s breath deepen, her eyelids heavy, her pupils wide.
Linda straddled me, lining my cock up with her slit, then paused, kneeling above the head. “I want to try it… the other way, too,” she said. “From behind. Like the stories.” Her embarrassment was honest, the flush working down her neck and over her chest, but the need was stronger.
Evelyn nodded. “Yeah. Do it.”
They shifted on the bed, the Horizon sheets whispering under their knees.
Linda got on all fours, facing the foot of the mattress, her ass raised, the pale swell of it framed by the long tangle of her hair.
Her pussy glistened, open and ready, the lips parted and slick.
Evelyn lay down on her back, head close to Linda’s, legs spread in a lazy V, her trimmed mound neat and shiny in the lantern’s failing light.
Her hands roamed up her thighs and over her belly, then higher to her own breasts, cupping them and squeezing the nipples between thumb and finger.
I moved behind Linda, gripping her hips, steadying myself. She braced herself on the mattress, eyes locked on Evelyn’s. Their hands met, fingers twining for a second, and the current of it rushed through both of them, two wires, live and tangled.
I lined up and pressed my cock into Linda, the head parting her, then sinking in inch by inch.
She gasped and arched her back, her hips rocking to take me deeper.
I watched myself disappear into her, the tightness of her clutching me with each push.
I felt every twitch of her pussy, and every shudder as she adjusted to my size.
The pleasure shot up my spine, but I stayed slow, letting her open around me, letting her body learn mine.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Linda said, voice rough and broken. She looked down at Evelyn, her hair falling over her face, and licked her lips. “You ready?”
Evelyn propped herself up on her elbows, watching Linda’s face, then slid her hand between her legs, two fingers pressing in. She pumped them once, twice, and then held them out, glistening wet, inviting.
Linda buried her face in Evelyn’s pussy, her tongue working fast and greedy, licking up and down the slit, then circling the clit in frantic, tiny laps.
Evelyn moaned, low and unfiltered, the sound vibrating through Linda’s head and down into my hands, where I gripped her hips like a vice.
I thrust, slow at first, then picked up the pace, watching the impact ripple from my pelvis into Linda’s ass and then into Evelyn’s mouth, where she screamed Linda’s name.
Linda moaned into Evelyn, sucking the clit and driving her finger as deep as she could. She reached up, grabbed Evelyn’s ass, and pulled her closer. The two of them writhed together, locked in a feedback loop of sound and sensation.
I leaned forward, one hand on Linda’s back, the other wrapping around her ribs to palm her hanging breasts.
They were soft and heavy, swinging with every stroke, the nipples stiff and wet from Evelyn’s mouth.
I squeezed them, pinched the nipples, and felt the tremor run through Linda’s body, into her pussy, gripping me harder.
My empathy kicked up a gear. The pleasure of it was doubled, then tripled: Linda’s heat, Evelyn’s sharp edge, my own hunger all mixed together, impossible to tease apart.
I lost track of whose thoughts I was feeling.
I knew only the surge, the rush, the animal drive to fuck and be fucked and to chase the high all the way to the end.
Evelyn came first. Her body locked up, her hips bucking off the mattress, her hands fisted in Linda’s hair. She screamed once, then bit down on her lip so hard it bled. The flavor of it hit the air, sharp and metallic, and then she collapsed, arms limp, chest heaving.
Linda never stopped licking, even as Evelyn’s orgasm turned to aftershocks.
I felt the pressure build in my own balls, the tension ratcheting tighter with every thrust. I slammed into Linda, my pelvis meeting her ass with a loud, wet slap, and felt her pussy clamp down around me in sudden, relentless spasms. She screamed into the sheets, the sound muffled but unmistakable, and her whole body shuddered.
I emptied myself in her, my spunk shooting in hot pulses, my mind fracturing with the intensity.
The world went white around the edges. For a second, I thought I might black out.
Instead, I heard Linda’s thoughts, bright and feral, a tangle of YES and more and can’t believe and so fucking full. Evelyn’s
Evelyn’s gasp echoed in my bones. She collapsed onto the mattress, arms limp at her sides. Linda crawled up and kissed her, tongue greedy, sharing the flavor of what she’d done. My cock slipped from her, leaving a slick heat on my stomach and thighs.
Linda turned to me, her mouth open, lips glossy.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed and rolled onto her back, dragging Evelyn with her.
For a second, they sprawled like a single animal, legs tangled, hands locked at the wrist. Then Evelyn knelt between Linda’s thighs, spread her open, and ran her tongue along the seam.
Linda arched, a sound caught between a giggle and a sob.
I felt her need in my own chest, sharp and raw and clean.
I slid down beside Linda, my hand cupping her breast. I ran my thumb over the nipple, watched it pucker under the faint pressure.
She shivered. Evelyn lapped at her clit, slow and patient, pausing only to meet my eyes and grin.
The playfulness between them was bright, edged with hunger but free of competition. Each had found a rhythm that fit.
I stroked Linda’s face and tucked the damp hair from her eyes. “You good?” I asked, my voice low.
She nodded, wordless. Eyes wide, pupils blown so dark that the blue barely showed. She reached for my cock, found it still wet and hard, and squeezed it. “Again,” she said. “I want to taste you.”
Evelyn looked up from between Linda’s legs, lips shiny with arousal. “Let’s do it together.” She shifted and lay alongside Linda, both of them on their backs now, side by side. They faced me, chins lifted, mouths open in invitation.
I knelt between them, cock in my hand. They both watched, breath matched, then leaned in to take me together. Linda ran her tongue from base to tip, her breath hot on my skin. Evelyn licked the head, swirling her tongue around the ridge, then slid her mouth down, deeper than before.
The feeling nearly broke me. Their mouths were so different: Linda was wild and urgent, while Evelyn was more controlled and precise.
Every second of contact sent jolts through my whole body.
The two of them fed off each other, giggling around my shaft, swapping spit, sharing the taste.
Their hands stroked my thighs, my balls, even each other’s arms, as if this were a game with no loser.
I felt the orgasm building, thick and slow, the heat in my core turning molten. I warned them, “Close,” but Linda grinned and pulled me deeper into her mouth, while Evelyn stroked my length and pressed the tip against her tongue.
I came in hot, pulsing jets. Some of it landed in Linda’s mouth, the rest splattering across her cheek and onto Evelyn’s lips.
Linda laughed and licked it off, even scooping a streak from Evelyn’s chin with a finger.
Evelyn tasted it, eyes wide, and then the two of them kissed, passing it between their tongues, shameless and alive.
When it was done, I sat back on my heels, heart pounding against my ribs. The girls sprawled beside me, chests rising and falling in sync. The sweat on our bodies caught the lantern light, making us shine. I wiped a hand across my brow and laughed. The sound was rough and honest.
“First time for that,” Linda said, still breathing hard. “Worth the wait.”
Evelyn nodded, her face stained and slick. “Yeah.” Her voice was low and a little wrecked. “Fuck, that was hot.”
We collapsed together, bodies slick and tangled. I sandwiched myself between them, Linda’s head on my chest, Evelyn’s hand tracing slow patterns across my belly. The world shrank to the salt of our skin, the haze of the lantern, and the rumble of the tide outside.
After a long minute, Linda said, “Do you think the world will ever go back to normal?”
Evelyn made a small, amused sound. “I hope not. I like this better.”
Linda pressed her lips to my neck, her voice a whisper against my skin. “Me too.”
I didn’t say anything. I breathed, feeling the last waves of pleasure fade into a glow that flowed through every part of me. There will be time for questions tomorrow. For now, the night was enough.
We drifted toward sleep, stuck together by sweat and sex.