Chapter 22
Emma
I'm pacing. I'm nauseous, and lightheaded and freaking out. Stetson said it's an adrenaline crash and I might be in shock. He wants to bring in a doctor. I refuse. He tries to give me water, I refuse.
I'm pacing again. This time he stands in front of me and threatens to force water down my throat if I don't pause and take a deep breath and drink. So I do.
It helps. Until it doesn't.
One minute we were watching Rafi destroy his opponent, and I actually felt excited watching the match, I was getting into it. He was winning and the crowd was screaming his name. Then there was a loud crash and everyone around us began screaming for a different reason. I tried to get to Rafi but Stetson practically carried me away. It took us almost fifteen minutes to exit the building completely with all of the thousands of people running in terror. It was scary and horrible, and I don't think it's all hit me yet.
Maybe I wouldn't feel so overwhelmed if my day hadn't been so relaxing, the contrast so intensely jarring.
After Rafi left this morning, I took a long hot bath, shaving and lotioning every inch of my skin, then styled my hair. I put on my super sexy lingerie complete with a sweetheart-shaped ass that buttons up and a garter belt wrapped around my waist holding up stockings. It's all red and black, and when I put it on this morning all I could think about was how I couldn't wait to show him, as a prize for winning tonight.
It all feels so stupid and useless now, because he could be hurt. We haven't heard from him in over an hour. He never said he got out okay, he only asked if we had. What if people were killed? What the hell happened in there? I start pacing again, ignoring the disapproving glares from Stetson as he sits in a chair at the corner of the room.
I know he's stressed and worried about his friend too. This was an insane night.
The door opens and I freeze. Rafi stalks in and heads right for me. I'm still frozen in place when he wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the ground in a body-crushing hug. All of that adrenaline, Stetson telling me I was crashing, I didn't believe it. But I do now. Because I'm sobbing.
"It's okay, it's okay, we're okay," Rafi soothes me, rocking me back and forth. I'm bawling, so grateful to be hugging him. He's okay. We're okay.
He runs his hand through my hair, and he squeezes the back of my head and all I can do is give him my love. I'm desperate. Terrified, needy, scared, so many emotions are burning through me. He's okay. We're okay.
I wrap my legs around him since he's still holding me and I grab hold of his face and push my tongue into his mouth. He replies with his own, and we're warring for control, the desperation in us both evident. I roll my hips into his, I need him so badly it hurts. Tears are still streaming down my face and we're kissing like we'll never let go.
I start pawing at his shirt and try to rip it off him and he lets me. He grunts as I aggressively grind my pelvis into his, begging for a release.
He drops me down onto the chaise section of the couch that juts out and even though I'm still squirming and trying to grind into him, searching for friction, he doesn't touch me where I need it the most.
He unbuttons my dress, a cute fitted blue bodice with piping that opens at the front and flares out into a skirt. It's simple and flirty and very me. But underneath, I look like a porn star, and I can't wait for him to see.
He releases the top half of my dress and I grip my breasts and squeeze through the balconette lacy red bra.
A sound comes from the chair next to us and I realize—I can't believe I didn't realize—Stetson is still there. And for one split second, I think, yes.
But even though it's only for a split second, I'm not able to hide it from Rafi. He knows, he sees. I can't tell what Stetson's doing, I don't look at him, I'm looking at Rafi. But I think he's adjusting himself. Waiting for an invitation. To stay? To join? To get kicked out?
I'm not sure, but all I want is Rafi inside of me. More than anything that's what I want.
Rafi slows his movements but keeps undressing me, because now, now we all know that we're all here. There are no more excuses for being so caught up we forgot about him.
Rafi pulls me to a stand and takes the straps of my dress and pushes it down and off of me. Another tear falls and even though I've mostly stopped crying, I still feel intensely vulnerable.
I step out of the dress and Rafi takes me in. Red lacy balconette push-up bra. Red satin garter belt with buttons holding up thigh high black stockings. Red lacy underwear with a sweetheart-shaped ass which makes it look fantastic.
His jaw clenches and he steps closer to me.
"You want to get fucked," he says simply.
I nod vigorously.
"You want him to stay, don't you?" His words are direct, not giving anything away. I don't want to ruin anything between us, so I shake my head 'no,' but it's a lie. He sees it in my eyes.
"Be honest. It's okay."
I hesitate, but Rafi's half-smirk, that teasing expression hiding beneath the seriousness of the situation makes the decision for me.
"Maybe, just this once?" I whisper. "But only if you're okay with it. I need you Rafi."
His jaw clenches as he runs his hand down my chest and squeezes my breast, the sensation making my whole body shiver, I can feel the slippery wetness between my legs.
He wraps his hand around my shoulder and turns my body so I'm facing Stetson. "My girl is remarkable, isn't she?" He asks Stetson, who nods; he's working his jaw, his own expression and posture rigid. Wearing a button-up shirt and a pair of grey slacks, he's hard, I can tell from here, but hasn't taken himself out. He's just been watching us.
My back is to Rafi's front and he reaches around me and squeezes my breasts, then runs his hand over my abdomen, past the garter belt, and slips his hand inside my panties. I can't help the whimper that escapes me.
Stetson's nostrils flare and I wonder what he thinks of this. If this is commonplace for him. Or, maybe they've done this before with another woman.
"Emma's going to let you stay Stetson, but this is a one-time offer. And you wrap it up. Yes or no."
Stetson doesn't even hesitate, "Fuck yes."
He doesn't stand yet, though. Rafi's in charge. He turns me back around and my tears have stopped though I feel like I'm on the verge again for a whole new reason. My eyes are watering and I'm over the top emotional right now.
Rafi tilts his head and runs his thumb under my eye to clear away the tear.
"Are you okay?" He asks gently.
I nod, pressing my lips together.
"Are you nervous?"
I nod more quickly this time.
"Why are you nervous?"
"Because, I'm worried… I love you more than anything and I don't want anyone else. I don't want more than us. I'm ashamed that you read my stories. That you knew I wanted to try…" Because this was, of course, something I wrote about. A threesome, being filled up by two men. He already knows this. But I'm nervous, because it's asking a lot. Once again, I feel like a freak, having these kinds of thoughts and desires.
"Never be ashamed. It's you and me, okay? You focus on me. Don't worry about him, he can take care of himself. It's you and me. Do you trust me?"
"Yes," I say without hesitation. He smiles, leans forward and kisses me, hard. "Have you… uhmm… done this before?"
"No. But I'm sure we'll figure it out, we've got that big creative brain of yours," he says softly, reassuring me.
"You're going to get so many blow jobs for this," I tell him seriously.
"Fuck yeah, I am," he winks at me and I feel like the tension has broken. And in its wake, there's only need. Burning, aching need.
Rafi's smile grows wide and maybe he's just a little bit excited, too.
"Take off the rest of my clothes," he demands, shifting the mood for us to get started. I can’t move fast enough. I already tore his shirt off, so I tug down his joggers and black boxer briefs, my hands shaking.
I release his cock, but before he steps out of his pants, I take him in my mouth.
"Fuck," he hisses, and jerks his hips forward. But he pulls away just as quickly and brings me to my feet, forcing me to release him.
He walks over to the chaise again and sits down.
"Let Stetson undress you," he demands and takes his cock in his hand, leaning back against a pillow. My eyes widen. I kind of just thought Stetson would be in the background. This feels weird, but I go with it. I keep my eyes on Rafi but make my way over, around the chaise couch and stand in front of Stetson.
He doesn't get off the chair and I briefly glance at his face. He's staring at my body, and it makes me feel better, more confident. This is, hopefully, only sex for him.
"Turn around and face Raze," Stetson growls and I do as he says. I'm not ashamed to admit I'm enjoying being bossed around. He works the back of my bra, his hands gentle and warm, releasing my tits. I'm glad I'm facing Rafi, and he watches my bra fall to the ground, taking me in, making me feel unbelievably desired. I can practically hear him growl from here.
"Bend over," Stetson demands gruffly, sounding just as on edge as I am. His hands caress my back before pushing my torso so I'm folding in half, obeying him.
He begins unbuttoning my elaborate underwear, and it takes a few moments before they just fall to the ground, so I don't bother kicking them to the side. Still seated, his head is just about at the height of my ass. I'm still bent over slightly when his hands squeeze my ass cheeks, then he pushes them apart. I can feel his breath on my skin as he moves closer, and suddenly his warm, wet tongue licks me. He laps at the back of my pussy and licks all the way up toward my ass, again and again.
I almost collapse, but hold in the moan and don't break eye contact with Rafi. He's still fisting his cock, but slowly, not even close to ready for a release. He must be dying for it, it's been days for him, but his expression is controlled.
Stetson licks me again before releasing me and I feel the movement of his body standing tall behind me. I'm in nothing but the garter belt and stockings, literally soaking, dripping wet between my thighs.
I have to take a step forward to give him room and the sounds of him getting undressed, of more rustling and a foil condom wrapper ripping, makes me feel nervous. This is real. This is happening.
Rafi nods approvingly then reaches his hand out. "Come here."
I climb on the chaise and he tugs me down and turns me so I'm facing Stetson. I knew he got undressed but somehow I'm still surprised when I see him standing there, naked. I can't help it, I look down at his cock. It's big. Nice looking. Not as thick as Rafi's, maybe a little longer. He's not close enough to compare and I doubt either of them would appreciate it if I tried, so I tilt my head up and back and look at Rafi.
He kisses my temple and down my neck, holding me in his arms. He reaches in front of me and runs his hands along my abdomen, squeezing both breasts and pinches, tugging them up into peaks, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
Stetson's swearing, but I'm dizzy with need, distracted by the feeling of Rafi’s thick erection pressing into my back. Rafi maneuvers us so he's propped up by pillows closer to the edge of the couch and I'm in his lap.
"We've gotta let Stets get his dick wet, I don't want him pushing into that ass dry. So spread your legs wide, babe, and let him in." Fuck. My pussy clenches.
Rafi releases one of my breasts and slides his other hand down my abdomen, slipping a finger between my folds. "Fuck, you're drenched babe. You're so ready. So fucking needy, ready to be stuffed full." His words are wreaking havoc, I could come any second.
Stetson leans down and kneels in front of me. He positions himself, ready to push into my entrance. He's hesitating and I wonder if he's about to change his mind, when Rafi opens me up with his fingers and Stetson is there, pushing in.
"Fuuck!" I cry out, and Stetson starts to pump. He's shaking and breathing heavily. I'm almost lying down now, my head halfway in Rafi's lap, with Stetson fucking me, in front of me. Rafi's fingers start to work me, rubbing roughly back and forth, pinching my clit with his knuckle. I squeeze around Stetson's cock, I'm so close.
"Don't come yet Stets, or you'll fuck this up. This is for Emma. Come on Emma, my dirty little slut, you need to come so hard, I know you do. You're always begging for it," he pinches my clit, rubbing it faster, Stetson still pumping inside of me, but holding himself back. I chance a look at his face and it's contorted in pain, teeth clenched. He's on top of me, inside of me, and I allow myself a moment to appreciate him and how good he feels.
Stetson's pace is picking up and his hips are snapping into me, and before I can think more about what's happening, I start to see stars, my orgasm shaking me to my core.
"Ahhh! Fuck! I'm coming! I'm, I'm—" Rafi is still rubbing my clit, Stetson pumping into me, and when it starts to subside, Rafi releases me and Stetson pulls out and takes a step back.
Stetson's cock is so hard it juts out proudly toward us, and he's sweating, likely from the restraint. Rafi puts his hands under my arms and pushes me up to a seat and I'm moving like a rag doll, yet we've barely begun.
He lies down on the chaise underneath me, so his legs are hanging off the edge of the couch, then moves my legs so I'm straddling him, my ass in the air.
I look down at him, into his eyes. I'm no longer nervous, and I'm not second-guessing it, but I really only want Rafi. He sees it in my eyes I think because he smiles and leans up to kiss me.
"Keep looking at me, babe. You're fucking me, got it? You wrap that sweet pussy around my cock and you fuck me. Stetson's gonna fill your ass up all on his own."
I smile and bite my lip. It was the right thing to say. I swallow before lowering myself all the way down onto him, as he guides his cock inside me.
God, he feels so good. Fills me up in a way no one else ever could. We haven't had sex in two days and for us, that's a long time. I want to start moving but he holds my hips in place, sheathing him.
"Lean forward, lift your ass up," he growls out.
I do and I feel Stetson's hands come to my waist. He slides one hand over my spine, the other follows before both are tracing my cheeks and spreading them wide. He grips my hips with his hands and I feel a slight pressure at my opening.
I stare into Rafi's eyes, just as he told me to. We both feel it when Stetson starts to push in, inch by inch, until he's seated all the way inside me. Rafi's jaw clenches when I practically grip his cock with my pussy, the invasion taking me a moment to get used to.
This is more intense than when we use toys. I'm so full. They both give me a minute to adjust, Rafi still whispering encouraging words threaded with filthy talk. It helps, but having two huge cocks inside me is a lot. I feel lightheaded, it's a little uncomfortable but I could also come just from these sensations, this fullness.
Rafi, who can barely contain himself anymore, squeezes my thigh. I start to move up, releasing him a bit, then move back again, his cock sliding in and out of me.
He can feel how full I am too, it increases the pressure for both of them, and makes it all the more intense, the sensations all heightened.
"Fuck me, Emma," Rafi demands, and I do. Slowly at first. Then urgently. Uncontrollably.
It's too much. Rafi's hands gripping my thighs, his cock filling my pussy. I rock up and down on top of him, but the rhythm is difficult to grasp with Stetson behind me, so Rafi helps me by lifting his hips up into me.
Stetson's hands are squeezing my hips and ass, he's increased his speed and I'm glad I don't have to try and match him. He's slamming into me, they both are, and there's a slap from Stetson’s hand on one of my ass cheeks, forcing me to squeeze my body in response, making them both swear and cry out.
"Do that again," Rafi demands, and he does, slapping my other ass cheek.
I know Stetson is close to coming with how fast and recklessly he's moving, shouting incoherently. All of it is too much, four hands on my body, squeezing, my insides are so full, the sensation of both huge cocks sliding in and out of me.
Rafi reaches between us and rubs my clit and I'm gone. I start screaming, sobbing, it's all too much and I have no control of anything. I'm coming so hard and then so is Stetson, I can tell by his jerky movements and shaky grunts. I feel one last slap on my ass, he bucks his pelvis into me so forcefully from behind that it shoves Rafi deeper into me, before he shudders and starts to slow.
I'm right behind him and feel myself slowing, collapsing on Rafi. Stetson pulls out of me, and the second he does, Rafi flips us over so he's on top of me.
He pulls knees up so they're at my head. We've practically fallen off the couch and he picks up the pace, rolling and slamming his hips into mine. I wouldn't think it was possible but having changed positions, I'm close again, still crying, still running on empty, but together we're both coming, if I ever even really stopped.
He snaps his hips one, two, three more times, then roars loudly, his pelvic bone slamming into my clit and I shake and bounce, chasing every last drop.
Finally he collapses on top of me and I'm aware of nothing in the room but silence. Vaguely I wonder when Stetson left, and realize, I don't care.
I don't know how much time passes while we lay in empty bliss, but it's still dark out, it may have only been a few minutes. My skin is slicked in a sheen of sweat, my entire body sore and drenched and sticky.
The living room is quiet and I'm exhausted. Emotionally and physically spent. I'm still pinned underneath Rafi so I wrap my arms and legs around him and squeeze.
He shifts and lifts a bit, so he's hovering over me.
I know there are tears in my eyes, but I'm not sad. Just, still overwhelmed. He kisses me on the lips, pushes up and walks into the bedroom. I hear the sound of running water and he comes back, sticks both arms under my body and lifts me, carrying me to the bathroom off the bedroom.
He sets me down to a stand, undoes my garter belt and pulls off my stockings, one at a time. Then he reaches for a small bottle, pouring the liquid under the water stream, and the huge two-person jet tub fills with bubbles, the comforting scent of lavender and jasmine filling the room.
He steps in, checking the water temperature, reaches out for me, and helps me climb in after him. He sits at one end of the rounded tub and pulls me in close, wrapping his arms around me. The water feels incredible.
Still, tears in my eyes. I can't stop crying. What is wrong with me?
"Are you okay?" He asks quietly, and I wonder for a second if my thought was aloud.
I nod.
"Tell me how you're feeling," he says again.
"I…" I pause. "I'm not sure. I feel good. Tired. Scared. What happened tonight? At your fight?"
"They don't know. They're looking into it. The whole thing came down like a set of dominoes. No one was seriously injured, thank god."
"That was… insane. I'm assuming it's not a regular occurrence here?"
"Definitely not. I'm so sorry you were there tonight, that I dragged you there. You could have been killed, or hurt." His voice is gruff, the words cut up and choppy.
"I thought the same thing about you. And when you didn't come back right away… I think that's why, when you got here, I just kind of lost it." We may as well address the elephant in the room, ala threesome with his best friend.
"Yeah, I figured. I guess I was feeling kind of intense too. Are you okay? With what we did?"
I chew on my lip, not sure how to respond.
"It's okay, Emma, you can be honest with me. Did you… you really liked it?" He asks tentatively.
"Umm… I mean, the sex was insane. I’ve never felt anything like that. But honestly? Please don't get me wrong, it was really fun and I think I will have always wanted to try it and the circumstances tonight we're kind of perfect. But… I think maybe in the future, I'd prefer it's just you and me."
He releases a heavy sigh, "Thank fuck."
I laugh and turn to look up at him. "You didn't like it?"
"It was fun, and I agree the sex was insane. You feel… you always feel amazing but it was different, definitely more intense. But yeah, maybe we just stick to your second favorite vibrator to join us in the future."
I start laughing again, some of the heaviness lifting away. "I think there are just too many moving parts. Logistically it was kind of difficult. Also, having a third person in the room, the energy was too much. I'm glad we tried it and I can write about it for real now. Unless… you know…"
"What?"
"Well, maybe you want to try it with another girl?"
He chuckles, "Nah, it's okay. Maybe, sometime in the future, if the circumstances are right again, hopefully not because we were both almost killed. For now, you can make it up to me with lots of blow jobs. As promised."
"For sure," I laugh but hear a muffled thud coming from the other room. Then the sound of a door clicking shut. "Did you hear that?"
"No, what?"
"I think someone's here?" I say. I'm certain Stetson is gone, he got dressed and left while Rafi was still inside me. I'm glad Rafi believes me because he frowns and steps out of the tub, grabbing a towel on his way.
He comes back a minute later. "There's no one here, but I locked the chain and deadbolt. Maybe Stetson forgot something?"
"He doesn't have a room key," I point out.
"I'll ask him in the morning," he says and I stand to climb out of the tub.
We dry each other off, turn on the TV in the bedroom and watch reruns of old movies. Before we fall asleep, I say, "Hey Rafi? I'm ready to move in with you."
He hugs me tightly in response. "Thank fuck."