Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

I want them to see her like this, to see how she responds to me.

That thought drives me as I rise up onto my forearms, bracing one hand on the bed beside Emma’s head.

“Should we show ’em how it’s fuckin’ done, Ems?” I murmur roughly, and she nods, her hair a tangled mess as it spreads out across the pillow.

She’s getting close already, but I don’t want close. I want to feel her convulse on my dick, I want to watch her shatter over and over again. Leaving one hand planted on the mattress, I move the other one down between us, finding the hard nub of her clit as I continue to thrust into her with deep strokes.

“West. Trent,” she gasps, her head tossing back and forth as I work her sensitive bud. “Tell me what you see. Describe it to me.”

“Jesus. Fuck.” West’s voice is choppy. “Your tits. They bounce every time Reese fills you up. They’re so fucking perfect.”

“Your legs are wrapped around him so tight. You like what he’s doing, baby? You like feeling all three of us inside you? You can still feel us inside you, right?” Trent adds.

He’s breathing heavily, and as I find the perfect rhythm on Emma’s clit, he moves a little closer, grabbing one of her hands and wrapping it around his cock, enclosing it with his own large hand and using their combined grip to jerk himself off.

“Yes!” Emma’s response is a breathless gasp. “I can still feel you. I can feel all of you.”

“You want Reese to make you come?” West asks. He moves closer too, but instead of grabbing Emma’s hand, he holds his own hand in front of her face.

She doesn’t even ask what he wants. She lifts her head off the pillow slightly and licks his palm, drawing his fingers into her mouth and sucking on them, coating them with her saliva.

The sight of her plump lips wrapped around his fingers almost undoes me. I fall out of rhythm a little, my fingers moving faster and faster as I push Emma ruthlessly toward an orgasm. My balls are drawing up, my own release gathering at the base of my spine, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

West draws his finger out of Emma’s mouth and wraps his hand around his cock again, jerking himself off hard and fast. Without even meaning to, I match his rhythm, driving into Emma at the same tempo.

“Come,” she groans, her legs wrapping tighter around me, her heels digging into my ass and urging me to go deeper, faster. “Come. Please, come. I want your cum in me, on me. I want to feel all three of you.”

Well, I never could deny her anything.

I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger just as I slam into her one last time, throwing my head back and grinding my hips against hers. She screams, her pussy walls clamping down on my cock like a vise as she writhes beneath me.

“Oh, fucking hell. Fuck.” Trent strokes himself with Emma’s hand until he spills his load over their intertwined fingers, letting out a rough groan.

With a few more harsh strokes, West finishes too, ropes of cum jetting over Emma’s breasts and stomach.

I’m breathing like I just ran a marathon at a full sprint, and when I glance down at Emma and catch sight of her sprawled out beneath me, limp from pleasure and bearing the marks of my friends, something shifts inside my chest.

Holy shit.

This is big.

This is huge.

What just happened between the four of us—it changes everything.

15

Emma

I don’t know if I can move.

I do know that I don’t want to.

Nope, I would happily stay here forever, surrounded by the three men I’m falling in love with, my hand still wrapped around Trent’s cock, Reese still buried inside me, and West’s cum marking my stomach and chest.

After what happened between me, West, and Trent, I hardly dared to hope I could get Reese on board too. But once I led him into the bedroom, I saw the moment his need overtook his hesitance.

And now, for the first time in years, I feel really and truly complete.