Page 107 of Echos and Empires
Alex’s laughter thrummed through her, playful and impatient, the sound only making her hungrier, only making her want more, more, more.
She was lost in it, in the thrill of being wanted, of being loved like this. She wanted all of them, and they all wanted her, and she knew that when she finally turned her focus to the others, it would only make the exquisiteness of having her again sweeter and more painfully good. Her gaze flicked up to watch Bash as his head fell back, as his hands finally moved to pull her closer, urging her, needing her.
She felt alive, so alive, bursting with it.
Four months, she thought again, four long months. The warmth of Bash’s skin was like a balm, soothing and stirring, easing and exciting. Her lips slid over him, her tongue tracing, teasing, her mouth and hands working in perfect, practiced sync. His hips jerked, involuntarily, the groans that poured from him raw and unrestrained. It only fueled her need, only made her want more, want everything. His taste flooded her senses, and she lost herself in it, the world narrowing to the hard length of him and the hoarse sounds he made as she drove him closer and closer to release.
The sharp edges of desire blurred as she took him deeper, faster, their familiar rhythm already there, already perfect as she savored his dick with her mouth. Bash’s words came in short, punctuated bursts, the effort of speech a strain against the mounting wave of sensation. “Emma...fuck...” Her name, a guttural exhalation, and then there was nothing but his release, his warmth, the thick, salty taste of him, the shudder and collapse as he spilled into her, unrestrained and unrestrainable.
Bash came with a shudder, spilling into her mouth, and she swallowed it down, a sharp laugh bubbling up. “Better that way,” he grunted. “I might have broken you after so long without beingbetween your legs.” He grunted, his hand moving to grasp his cock now that she let it free.
“You better not all feel the same way.”
She licked her lips, wiping them with the back of her hand as she sat back on her heels. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the others, reading their anticipation like a well-loved book. Alex unbuttoned his shirt. Chris, with the corner of his mouth turned up in a knowing smile. William, already moving closer. Liam, his glasses askew, waiting. Staring at them, all she could focus on was how long she’d kept them waiting. Kept herself waiting because all she wanted to focus on was Ethan and Sophie.Too fucking long. She tilted her head, and a laugh escaped her throat, wild and ready and inviting.
“Come on, boys,” she said, her voice a playful challenge, her pulse a quick, insistent beat beneath the words. “What are you waiting for?”
Chris slipped into the role he was born for, his presence immediate and commanding. “Emma, you’re mine,” he spoke, already tugging his shirt off, the low, rough cadence of his voice making her pulse spike. She barely had time to comply before he was on her, a force as unstoppable as she was willing. He captured her wrists in one swift motion, walking her back to the couch, his mouth hot on hers. “I’ll be gentle,” he murmured, a promise and a tease as he nipped at her lips.
She answered with a breathless laugh, taking his cock in her hand. “Four months,” she said, stroking him hard, “and you think I want gentle?” She shot a look at Alex, who already moved closer. “Get over here,” she commanded, and he did, his grin widening as she reached for him.
Her hand slid inside Chris’s jeans, finding him eager, hard. His hands were there then, taking off his jeans, exposing his lack of underwear as always. She wrapped her lips around Alex’s length, the taste of him mingling with the heady thrum of desireas Chris pulled her hips to the edge of the couch, spreading her legs and bending to between her thighs with hot, open-mouthed insistence even as her mouth worked up and down Alex’s length.
Fireworks ignited behind her eyes as Chris went down on her with a single-minded skill that would have made anything but feeling him impossible. But still, she kept her lips tight to Alex, his cock hot in her mouth, rock hard against the flick of her tongue. His groans vibrated through her—a low, sensual current that pulled taut the wire of pleasure Chris knotted inside her until she thought she might break.
Her body arched into Chris’s mouth, Alex’s cock slipping from between her lips as release streaked white-hot through every inch of her though her hands stayed wrapped around his hips. Alex flexed underneath her hands as his length twisted away from her mouth.
Her breath came in sharp gasps, ragged and unashamed, exploding through those four long months spent caging all this longing. Chris, relentless, pushed her higher, the world narrowing again to fast-spiraling sensation. She could feel herself unraveling.
Sensation coiled tight and immediate in her belly, her head falling back as Chris drove her higher. “I’m—” Without warning, he stopped and gently pushed her back against the couch. She was barely aware of the motion, her focus a dizzy blur of lust and need, catching sight of Liam stroking himself and William’s hungry eyes as the room spun.
Emma gasped as Chris pulled her off balance, his strength and control a match for her wild, thrumming energy. The couch, the floor, the room itself seemed to blur around her, consumed by the frantic pace of their motions. Chris’s hands were on her, a steady anchor in the dizzying swirl of sensation. Her breath came fast, ragged, as she fought to keep hold of her thoughts, ofanything but the burning need to be filled, to be surrounded, to be taken.
Chris captured her wrists again and, one-handed, pushed her back, pinning her to the cushions with the sheer force of his presence. His mouth found hers, a bruising, demanding kiss, and then he moved lower, his lips tracing the curve of her neck, her shoulder, her breast, leaving a heated path in their wake. His breath was hot on her skin, the promise of his earlier words echoing in her mind, mixing with the heady haze of want that clouded everything else. But she was still Emma, still every bit as eager as they were, and she wasn’t about to let him forget it.
She pulled at him with every part of herself, with her hands, her body, her voice. “Gentle’s not what I want,” she said again, her tone breathless but insistent, fierce with need. She wrapped her hand tighter around his length, stroked him with an urgency that matched her words. She was going to come, had been about to come, and he’d stopped her, the bastard, the sweet, teasing bastard. She let the thought linger in her mind, let it fuel her, made sure he saw it in her eyes as she looked up at him, half desperate, half amused, fully his.
The movement to the floor was seamless, dizzying in its immediacy, Chris never releasing her, his grip and intent unwavering. It was a blur of skin and breath and heated words, and then they were there, Chris on his knees, pulling her close, his lips and hands on her everywhere, making her crazy with it. Her hair fanned out in a wild halo as she arched back, catching sight of the others, of the way they watched, and knew that this was only the beginning.
Chris leaned her back, his weight pressing her down, his skin hot against hers. His hand traced over the lower curve of her back, and she followed it, going up onto her knees even as Chris somehow slid underneath her.
“Too fucking long for gentle,” he said gruffly. He filled her, inch by glorious inch, and she cried out, the relief of it as sweet as the friction, the closeness as blissful as the heat. Still on all fours she rocked and rode his dick even as his hands wrapped around her hips, taking charge of their rhythm.
Her body bucked, wild and reckless with the feel of him after so long without. The world blurred at the edges, narrowing to Chris’s pulse and her own, and then Alex was behind her, a steady presence, the heat from his flesh the only reason she could focus on anything besides the feel of Chris’s cock deep inside her.
The world blurred completely out of focus, the heat of Chris beneath her, and Emma pressed back, feeling Alex’s firm torso, feeling him close the distance, filling the space that separated them. His breath was hot against her neck, and his hands traced the contours of her body with familiar insistence, coaxing and commanding at once. His erection was a heated promise, a steady pressure, and she wanted it, needed it, felt the anticipation of it pulse through her. Her moan broke against the charged air, a breathless melody that mingled with the white-hot tension. She arched into them, surrounding Chris, moving against him as his hand wrapped more tightly around her hips, urging her, taking her. The world beyond them dissolved, faded to nothing but the frantic, fevered beat of need and bodies and breath. She was so full, so close to coming, and then Alex was there, a perfect, deliberate motion, entering her, completing her.
He filled her, warm and insistent, and the world snapped sharp and glorious into focus, flooding with that exquisite sense of rightness, of bliss, of two becoming three. She could feel them both, hard and deep and hers, and the sensation was almost too much, too perfect, too impossibly good. The rhythm caught her, drove her, built inside her, a cresting, wild thing, a blazingharmony that threatened to undo them all. It was everything she’d missed, everything she’d wanted, and so much more.
Her head fell back against Alex’s shoulder as he fucked her with hard, focused thrusts, and she met Chris’s movements with equal urgency and matched her growing frenzy. She couldn’t last, couldn’t hold on, already trembling, already gasping. She heard herself cry out, a raw, desperate sound, wordless and pleading. Her pulse pounded in her ears, beneath her skin, between her thighs.
“Emma,” Alex groaned, the word an exhalation, a shiver, and she felt the tremor of it echo through her, from her lips to her belly to where they both joined her, to where they both held her. Her breath came fast, ragged as she broke apart, as she broke open, feeling them, having them, surrounding her, filling her with all she’d missed, all she’d needed.
Emma could barely think, could barely breathe, the weight of them, the feel of them was overwhelming, and everything she wanted. Chris was everywhere, surrounding her, his presence so immediate, so intense, that nothing else existed. His breath was harsh in her ear, matching the relentless, pounding rhythm of his hips, each thrust a promise kept, each push a vow fulfilled. The relief was so sharp, so exquisite, that it bordered on pain, but she took it, welcomed it, drank it in like salvation. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed it, how close to breaking she’d been without it, without them.
It was too much and not enough, her mind dizzy with it, her body stretched between the two of them, Chris in her core and Alex her ass, until nothing else mattered, until she shattered, until she came.
Her release tore through her, fast and shattering, and she cried out, not knowing the strange name that pulled from her lips but understanding it was some combination of the two. They were with her, driving her higher, fucking her through it,relentless and incredible and hers. She could feel them tense, feel them ready, the slick, glorious friction building, sending her spinning into another breathless climax before they followed.
