Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

I moan, the sound deep and throaty.

It’s not just his words that affected me so much. Not just the permission he gave me.

It’s the raw lust in his voice.

I can barely believe this is happening, but it is. And neither he nor West are doing this as a favor to me, going along with it grudgingly or unwillingly. They’re both turned on as fuck, every bit of anger and resentment between them now being channeled through an entirely different emotion.

They like seeing me like this, so turned on by both of them. This isn’t an act they’re putting on or a pity fuck.

They want this too.

It’s that thought that pushes me the rest of the way, that gives me the courage to do exactly what I want and say fuck the consequences.

Wrapping my fist around West’s thick length, I rise up on my knees and line him up, then sink down slowly, impaling myself completely on his cock. He lets out a low groan, and I hear Trent make a choked noise behind me.

“Ride him,” Trent rasps out. “Let me see what you look like when you’re fucking him.”

Fire burns through my veins, and my entire body feels like it’s carrying an electric charge. My clit is throbbing, my pussy aching, and there’s no other choice in the world but to obey Trent’s command.

Slowly, I rise up and sink back down, using my thigh muscles to control my movements. Trent is still behind me, and I can only imagine the view he’s getting as I fuck his best friend in long, slow strokes.

West’s breathing is choppy, and his nostrils flare as his pelvis rises up to meet mine. His hands fall on my hips, gripping so tightly I’m sure I’ll have bruises tomorrow, and each time I sink down, I grind against him, getting perfect friction on my clit.

I’m close again.

Already.

I was right on the edge when West pulled me away from Trent’s sinful mouth, and now I’m rising even higher than that, my entire body tingling from head to toe.

“Fuck,” I whimper. “Oh, fuck.”

There’s an angry growl behind me, and a second later, Trent’s hands replace West’s on my hips. He lifts me all the way off his friend, and West’s cock slides out of me, slick with my arousal. Trent yanks my hips back a little, and the force of the movement sends my upper body plummeting until it’s draped over West’s chest.

A second later, Trent plunges inside me from behind.

I groan, clutching at West’s broad shoulders as my breasts press against his chest. He holds on to me tightly, and when I tilt my head up a little, I see him gazing over my shoulder to where Trent is fucking me hard and fast.

My spine is curved, my ass high in the air, and Trent is on his knees behind me. It’s a different angle than the one West had, and it hits new spots inside me—even though there’s no longer direct pressure on my clit, the head of Trent’s cock is hitting me exactly where I need it.

Four hands touch me, and I hear the ragged sound of both men breathing hard and fast. My nipples are hard as diamonds, and they brush against West’s chest with every punishing thrust from Trent.

I can’t move. I can barely think.

I may have started this, but I’m no longer the one in control. And it feels fucking amazing. Every thought drifts out of my head, leaving only the sensations tearing through my body. Just as Trent’s thrusts begin to push me toward the orgasm that’s been threatening for so long, West grabs my hips again.

“Mine,” he grunts, and despite the haze of lust clouding my mind, I’m still shocked as hell when Trent releases his grip on me, allowing West to pull me forward.

I sink onto the cock of the man beneath me again, and my walls clamp down tight as he slides in all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck, Emma.” He jerks his hips upward, sinking even deeper as if he can never get close enough. “You’re so fucking perfect. You like this, don’t you? You like having both our cocks.”

“Yes.”

I feel dirty and filthy as I say it. But I also feel… free. I’ve kept that truth trapped inside my chest for too long now, and I’m done denying it. Even if this is nothing more than a one-time, insane moment the three of us share, it’s exactly what I want, and I’ll never regret it.

Hearing the naked honesty in my voice must do something to the men too, because they fall into perfect sync once more. Trent kisses and gropes me while I ride West, and when he can’t take it anymore, he pulls me off his friend and thrusts into me from behind again.

They share me back and forth, and with every touch, every thrust, the desire building inside me spirals higher and higher. I’m so wet that I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, coating each man’s cock and mixing with their precum.