“I did,” I say, sensing the sudden tension between the two men. Taking mercy on them and trying to get rid of the awkward energy in the room, I push Emmet to sit back on the couch next to Chase. Their thighs touch but neither man makes an attempt to move.
I drop to my knees, wrapping one hand around Emmet’s shaft and licking the underside of Chase’s. Moans fill the room as I feel ecstasy going through my own body. I continue to stroke Emmet as I take Chase fully into my mouth. I circle my tongue around his slit before bobbing my head up and down. When his hips start to pump upward, I pop my mouth off of him and move it over to Emmet. Chase lets out a groan but I ignore it as I give Emmet equal treatment with my mouth.
I continue going back and forward with the men, teasing them.
“Fuck, Ivy,” Chase swears, wrapping a hand in my hair as I trail my tongue along his balls.
I pull my head away from him but his hand remains wrapped in my hair as I move over to Emmet. I’m surprised when he starts to push down, guiding me over the other man’s dick. Emmet tosses his head back and he moves his hips forward just as Chase pushes my head down on him and he nearly hits the back of my throat. I hollow my lips around him and he jerks in my mouth, getting closer to coming.
I pull off of him completely and meet Chase’s narrowed eyes as I lick a dot of precum of off his tip. I continue to hold his eyes as I wrap a hand around Emmet’s neck and pull him in for a kiss with the other man’s cum still on the tip of my tongue.
Emmet moans against my lips, his tongue dipping into my mouth.
“Fuck,” Chase mutters as he strokes himself. He squeezes the root of his erection and I can tell that he’s trying to hold back from coming.
“Shit.” Chase hops off the couch and I almost think I’ve scared the man away until I see the gold foil package he pulls from his wallet.
I start back stroking Emmet as we both watch Chase roll a condom on. With my free hand, I reach down to finger myself, unsurprised by how wet I am.
Chase’s eyes follow the motion and any control he had left snaps as he sits on the couch and grabs my hips. He pulls me into his lap and sinks into me in one thrust. I feel my walls stretching to his girth as he lets out a moan. Emmet watches, stroking himself and I wrap my hands in his hair, pulling him over to me and kissing him as Chase thrusts up into me. Emmet’s lips catch my moan as Chase starts up a blistering pace, hammering into me with all that he has.
“Fuck yes,” I moan, feeling my own orgasm building. When I see Emmet’s hand speed up as he continues to jerk himself while he watches us, I reach over to squeeze his balls. His eyes widen and his hand stops. “Don’t come yet,” I gasp out. “Want you in me.”
I continue to ride Chase, meeting his thrust. His hand roughly grabs the back of my neck and it only pushes me closer to coming. When I feel a hand start to massage my clit, I look down and see Emmet’s polished hand. It circles and flicks my clit as Chase pounds into me and the visual is enough to tip me over the edge.
I’m faintly aware of Chase groaning as he stills while I ride the wave of ecstasy.
Chase pulls out of me and I reach out for Emmet, still feeling the pleasure from my orgasm. Emmet’s eyes are absolutely smoldering as he smooths a condom over his erection.
My limbs feel weightless as I lay on my back, propping my head on Chase’s thigh. I spread my legs and Emmet takes the invitation for exactly what it is as. He pushes into me slower than Chase did but he picks up his pace after a couple of thrusts.
I grab onto his hip, urging him on as he hits a spot in me that has me already gearing up for a second orgasm.
My nails dig into his skin as he dips his head to lick my nipples as he continues to pump into me. He picks up his rhythm and I let out a wail as my orgasm slams into me. It almost feels like I can’t breathe as euphoria overtakes me.
Emmet lets out one final moan and stills. He rests his head on my shoulder, sweat covering both of us. It’s only when I feel something shift under my head that I realize I’m still lying on Chase.
I move my gaze up and find the man’s hazel eyes on both Emmet and I, as we lounge on him. He bites his lip as he reaches a hand out and caresses Emmet’s head. He sighs before pulling his hand away and placing it on my forehead.
Emmet pulls out of me.
“Fuck.” I break the silence in the room as my heart pounds against my chest.
Emmet’s hair is a mess, the dark locks falling everywhere and when he turns slightly, I catch the nail imprints in his back.
“Fuck, sweetheart, it looks like a wild animal attacked Emmet’s back,” Chase says, his eyes on the indents.
“Sorry,” I tell Emmet, wincing.
He opens his mouth to say something just as there’s a knock on the front door.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” I mutter. When we all still and just look at each other, I know we’re hoping that the person will go away.
When the insistent knocking continues, it becomes clear that it isn’t going to happen.
“Fuck.” I pull on my clothes quickly, watching as Emmet and Chase try to get themselves put together.
I don’t bother with my bra, tucking it behind a couch cushion. I try to tame my hair as best as I can as I make my way to the door.
The knocking gets louder.
“I’m coming!” The banging continues. “I said that I’m fucking coming! Wait a minute!” Whoever the fuck is at this door is going to get it for ruining my post orgasm high.
I unlock the door and roughly pull it open.
My mouth drops open as I stare at the woman standing on my porch. “About time! I told you I was coming today. It’s bad enough you didn’t have a car waiting for me, but now you can’t answer the door for your own mother?”