Hannah’s back arches off the bed as she grips the side of my head, pulling me deeper into her neckline, making my body arch further, allowing Ethan to go deeper.
I muffle inaudible words into her chest as Ethan mutters profanities between his groaning.
“Oh fuck.” Thrust. “So good.” Thrust. “So deep.” Thrust. “Mmmmmppf. Fuccck, goddamn it.” Thrust.
The sounds this man makes will be my fucking undoing.
He pistons into me, his movements getting choppier, needier. It pushes me back and forth into Hannah, her wet cunt swallowing my cock with each pass.
Her walls begin to tighten around me and her whole body tenses. I tip my head up, her bright blue eyes are full of lust and so much of something deeper. A need, a longing. It’s everything. Every night I’ve witnessed her come undone and she gets more and more beautiful each time.
She tosses her head back, squeezing her eyes shut as her pussy flutters around my cock.
“Hannah, Jesus.” My chest heaves as I attempt to breathe through the vise grip she has on my cock. Ethan pushes his entire body into mine, the weight of his chest is flush against my back and the angle of his cock is perfect, as the crown pierces my prostate. “Oh, fuck, you’re gonna to make me come.”
“Fuck yes. Come for us,” he says in my ear but with his gaze locked on Hannah. I don’t know if he’s saying it to her or to me, but both her and I have lost all the willpower to hold back now.
The loudest groan I’ve heard yet reverberates from Hannah's throat. My eyes widen at the melodic sound of it as an unavoidable whimper floats out of Ethan and my cock throbs as I eat up the symphony of noises. This mixed with the micro-thrusts Ethan is performing on my G-spot and his flawless tempo, I’m over the edge. I swear he’s studied exactly what he needs to do to make a man completely fall apart. Because, that’s exactly what I do.
“I’m…fuck, I’m coming,” I grit out, my entire body tensing as my toes curl and muscles contract.
Hannah reaches past my head, her arms wrapping around all of us, as if trying to get our bodies even closer together. Her right hand pulls Ethan’s face flush against my upper back while her left hand digs into the flesh of my shoulder. Her fingernails cut crescent shaped moons into my skin at the same time Ethan groans through his own climax as he bites into the muscle that sits as the base of my nape.
The perfect amount of pain mixed with the high of my orgasm has me begging, screaming, telling them how good it feels. “Never stop, never fucking stop,” are the last words I mutter before my weak body falls limp next to Hannah. Ethan follows, his body melting into the mattress behind me.
Hannah’s eyes are closed, her body heavy as her chest heaves. I run my finger over her cheek and tuck her hair behindher ear. That grants me a small smile that I mirror and before I can think otherwise I tell them, “I’m changing my flight. I’m going to stay another day or maybe two.” I swallow, feeling vulnerable because I’ve never wanted more time like I do with them. I’ve never chased it, but this, this is a burning desire I can’t resist. I need them to stay with me. I just need a little more time with them. “Can you…can you stay with me?”
She tilts her gaze to me, then it shifts over my shoulder to Ethan. I’m holding my breath because I know it’s not just her choice but his too. I have no idea what’s going through his mind right now and I refuse to look back. I keep my eyes locked on hers, sending silent prayers into the universe that they say yes.
Her smile grows wider and she nods and I’m obnoxiously grinning now. It’s stupid but fuck it. This is everything I’ve been missing.
We melt further into the mattress and I’m still sandwiched between them, my body high and happy, and for the first time, we all fall asleep together.
24
ETHAN
My eyes peel open and squeeze shut immediately when the bright sunlight hits my irises like a million needle pricks.
I palm my face and rub my eyes before slowly opening them again and as they adjust I take in the plush comforter, king size bed, crown molding that surrounds the base boards of the room, and the clean marble floor.
My body sits up, the comforter pulling down revealing Hannah’s naked sleeping body. Her dark hair is a stark contrast to the crisp, white linen sheets. Her lips are slightly parted as her chest rises and falls in the relaxed state she’s in, far from the moments we were before we fell asleep last night.
Memories flash behind my eyes. Her face. His face. The metallic taste of his blood when I couldn’t control how powerful my orgasm was and literally bit into his flesh, breaking the skin.
I peer over my shoulder behind me and it’s empty. Running my hand over the sheets, there’s not an ounce of heat and I instantly feel uneasy.
Ripping the comforter back, I step out of the bed and padlightly over to the bathroom, peering in and that’s empty too. A plush, white velvet robe hangs on the back of the door, with a lack of options, I grab it considering for far too long if I should put it on.
I’ve never worn a robe in my life. My father has one, it’s red satin with a black trim, similar to the one Hugh Hefner wears in all his Playboy mansion pictures. Except, my father is far from that kind of wealth, even though he pretends like he isn’t.
I don’t want to stride around the room naked so I wrap it around myself, tying the belt at my waist, feeling uncomfortable in my own skin as I make my way to the main room.
Coming here last night was fun, but the morning after feels strange. Surreal. Nothing like the days after in the hostel.
I don’t know if it’s the discomfort level of my current surroundings or how we gave into each other. It felt natural last night. Easy.
In the light of the day, it all feels so…different.
