Evan's Post Workout Therapy for Brianna
# The Recovery Session Evan’s phone buzzed against the gym bench, the screen lighting up with a message from Brianna. *“My legs are shot. Need a serious recovery partner. My place, 20 mins?”* A slow grin spread across his face. They’d been
Chapter 1
Evan’s phone buzzed against the gym bench, the screen lighting up with a message from Brianna. *“My legs are shot. Need a serious recovery partner. My place, 20 mins?”* A slow grin spread across his face. They’d been circling each other for weeks in this temple of iron and sweat—shared glances between sets, playful “accidental” touches near the cable machines, the electric charge in the air after a particularly grueling leg day. Today’s session had been intense. He’d watched the sweat trace the deep cut of her spinal erectors as she hit a final set of hip thrusts, her focus absolute, her body a masterpiece of disciplined muscle under golden skin.
Twenty minutes later, he stood at her door. She opened it wearing only a tight, grey cotton tank top and a pair of tiny black training shorts. Her damp blonde hair was piled in a messy bun, showcasing the elegant line of her neck. The sharp, clean scent of her soap mixed with the deeper, primal aroma of a hard workout still clinging to her skin.
“You made it,” she said, her voice a little breathless. Her brown eyes, usually so focused and controlled in the gym, held a new, shimmering intensity.
“Couldn’t let you recover alone,” Evan replied, stepping inside. His own muscles, thick and pumped from his earlier lifts, felt heavy with anticipation.
The apartment was neat, minimalist. Brianna led him to the living room where a yoga mat was already laid out. “Legs are screaming,” she murmured, lowering herself onto the mat with a wince that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
He knelt beside her, his large hands hovering over her sculpted quadriceps. “Where’s the worst of it?”
“Everywhere,” she sighed, a playful smirk tugging at her full lips.
He began to work, his thumbs digging into the dense muscle of her thigh. She let out a low groan, part pain, part pure relief. His touch was firm, knowing, tracing the separations between muscle groups he’d admired from afar for weeks. As he worked up towards her hip, the hem of her tiny shorts rode up, revealing more of the smooth, dark skin of her inner thigh.
“You were a beast on those thrusts today,” he said, his voice dropping.
“Had to be,” she whispered back, her gaze locked on his. “Knew you were watching.”
His hands stilled. The air between them, already charged, became almost solid. He saw the quick rise and fall of her chest, the way her perky breasts strained against the thin fabric of her tank. The shy, competitive girl from the gym was gone, replaced by a woman vibrating with need.
Slowly, deliberately, Evan leaned down. He replaced his hands with his mouth, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the tensed muscle of her inner thigh. She gasped, her back arching slightly off the mat.
“Evan…”
He didn’t answer with words. He kissed higher, his stubble scraping softly against her sensitive skin, his lips finding the edge of her black shorts. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and looked up at her, a question in his eyes.
Her answer was to lift her hips, a silent, urgent invitation. He pulled the shorts down her legs, revealing her completely. She was shaved smooth, her skin flawless and dark. The scent of her—muscle balm, sweat, and her own lush, feminine arousal—hit him like a physical blow.
“Fuck, Brianna,” he breathed out, the raw hunger in his voice surprising even him.
He didn’t wait. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue finding her soaked, swollen center in one long, flat stroke. She cried out, a sharp, unfiltered sound, her hands flying to his head, her fingers tangling in his brown hair. He ate her pussy with the same intensity he brought to the gym—focused, relentless, driven by a need to feel her come apart. His tongue circled her clit, then plunged deep inside her, again and again, as her hips bucked against his mouth.
“Yes… right there… don’t stop,” she chanted, her shyness incinerated by pleasure. Her dirty talk was a desperate, throaty stream. “Your tongue… shit… feels better than winning first place.”
He growled against her, the vibration making her shriek. He could feel her thighs beginning to tremble around his ears, the muscles he’d just been massaging now taut for a completely different reason. He slid a hand up her stomach, under her tank top, and found her small, perfect breast. Her nipple was a hard bead against his palm. He pinched it gently, rolling it between his fingers as his tongue continued its devastating rhythm.
She was close. He could feel her body coiling, tightening like a spring. He sucked her clit into his mouth, applying steady, firm pressure.
“I’m gonna… Evan, I’m gonna…”
Her warning became a shattered cry as the orgasm ripped through her. Her back bowed off the mat, her entire muscular frame seizing in ecstasy. He held her through it, lapping gently at her pulsating flesh until the last tremor subsided and she collapsed, boneless and panting.
Evan finally lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening. He looked down at her, her body sheened in a new layer of sweat, her chest heaving. A slow, predatory smile touched his lips.
“Recovery session’s just getting started,” he rumbled.
Chapter 2
Evan’s smile was pure, possessive hunger. The taste of her was still sharp on his tongue. He watched her chest rise and fall, her muscles still twitching from the aftershocks. Slowly, he crawled up her body, his own cock—thick and hard—pressing against the rough fabric of his shorts, leaving a damp spot against her hip.
“You taste like victory,” he growled, his voice low and rough.
Brianna’s eyes fluttered open, dark with desire. A sly, wicked grin replaced her dazed expression. “My turn,” she breathed, her hands pushing at his shoulders until he rolled onto his back beside the mat.
In one fluid motion, she straddled his waist, her small, perky tits bouncing with the movement. The damp grey tank top was sheer with sweat, her dark nipples clearly visible, hard as pebbles. She leaned down, her blonde hair falling around their faces like a curtain. “You think you’re the only one who knows how to use their mouth, big guy?”
Her hands went to the waistband of his shorts, yanking them down just enough to free his cock. It sprang up, thick and veined, glistening at the tip already. She let out a low, appreciative hum. “Fuck, Evan.”
“That’s the idea,” he managed, his hips bucking involuntarily.
She didn’t make him wait. Her lips wrapped around the head, hot and wet, and she took him deep into her throat in one slow, practiced slide. Evan’s head slammed back against the floor, a guttural “Fuck!” tearing from his lips. Her mouth was a tight, slick heaven. She looked up at him, her brown eyes gleaming with challenge as she pulled back, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge.
“You like that?” she purred, her breath hot against his wet skin. “You like watching a shy girl suck your cock like a total slut?”
“Jesus, Ash,” he grunted, his hands fisting in her hair. “Don’t stop. Please.”
She obeyed, bobbing her head faster, taking him deeper with each pass. The sounds were filthy: wet sucks, his ragged groans, her own choked moans of pleasure around him. She used her hands, too, one pumping his shaft in time with her mouth, the other reaching up to squeeze her own breast through her tank top, pinching her nipple hard.
“Gonna make you come all over my face,” she gasped, pulling off for a second, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. “Wanna feel it. Wanna taste it.”
The raw, graphic promise sent a jolt of pure fire through his gut. He was so close, the pressure building at the base of his spine like a coiled spring. But he wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet.
With a strength that surprised her, he sat up, grabbing her by the waist and flipping their positions in one powerful move. Now she was beneath him, her eyes wide and hungry. He ripped the damp tank top over her head, finally freeing her perfect, pert tits. He lowered his mouth to one, sucking the dark peak deep, his tongue flicking mercilessly.
“Yes! Suck them,” she cried, arching her back, offering herself completely.
He switched to the other, his hand roughly kneading the breast he’d just abandoned. “You love this, don’t you?” he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper against her skin. “My mouth on you. My cock in your throat.”
“I love it,” she sobbed, her nails digging into his broad back. “I fucking love it. Do it harder.”
Chapter 3
The playful challenge in her eyes ignited a raw, possessive fire in his gut. “My turn,” Evan growled, his voice a low rumble. In one powerful motion, he scooped her off the yoga mat and pinned her against the nearest wall.
Her back met the cool surface with a soft thud, her muscular frame tensing in delicious anticipation. He kissed her hard, swallowing her gasp, his hands already yanking her tiny black panties to the side. The thin, damp fabric stretched taut against her hip, exposing her completely.
“You want it?” he demanded, his thick cock already nudging against her soaked entrance.
“Fuck yes, I want it!” Brianna cried, wrapping her legs around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back. “Give it to me, Evan. Pound this little bikini slut.”
He needed no further invitation. He drove into her in one brutal, deep thrust, filling her to the hilt. The air left her lungs in a sharp, choked cry that morphed into a guttural moan.
“That’s it,” he grunted, setting a punishing, merciless rhythm against the wall. Each slam of his hips drove her body up the plaster, the force of it animalistic and raw. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
“Yes! Harder!” she screamed, her nails raking down his sweat-slicked shoulders. Her own hips met his thrust for thrust, her tight, muscular pussy clenching around him. “You feel so deep… you’re wrecking me… don’t stop!”
The filthy symphony of their bodies was relentless: the wet slap of skin, his ragged breaths in her ear, her constant, throaty stream of praise and pleading. “Fuck me like you own me! I’m your slut, your good little gym slut!”
He could feel the pressure coiling, white-hot and urgent at the base of his spine. He was close. So was she; her inner walls were fluttering wildly around his cock.
With a final, brutal thrust, he pulled out completely, his cock springing free, glistening and throbbing.
“No, wait! I’m so close!” she whined, her body shuddering with denied release.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Watch.”
Her brown eyes flew open, wide and desperate. She didn’t hesitate. Her hand flew to her own pussy, fingers frantically circling her swollen clit as she looked up at him, begging. “Please… cover me. I want your cum all over my tits, my stomach… every inch of me. Mark me with it!”
The graphic plea shattered his control. A guttural roar tore from his throat as the first hot, thick rope of cum erupted from him, splattering across her perky breasts. He stroked himself, aiming as more pulses followed, painting stripes across her tight abdomen, her collarbones, the valley between her tits.
“Yes! More!” she sobbed, her fingers a blur on her clit, her hips bucking against her own hand. “God, it’s so hot… cover me!”
He obeyed, until his release coated her dark skin in a glistening, pearly map of possession. As the last few drops fell onto her trembling stomach, her own orgasm hit. She threw her head back against the wall with a shattered cry, her body convulsing violently against his, her own wetness mixing with his cum on her frantic fingers.
They stayed there, pinned against the wall, panting heavily in the aftermath. He gently lowered her, her legs shaky. He looked at her, covered in his mess, her body still twitching, and a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. “Recovery complete.”
She leaned into him, breathless, a sated, wicked grin on her lips. “Best post-workout protocol ever.”
Chapter 4
With their bodies still pressed against the wall, Brianna’s breath hitched against Evan’s shoulder. A wicked grin curved her lips as she pushed back from his chest, her dark skin gleaming with a mixture of their sweat and his cum. Her brown eyes locked onto his, shimmering with unspent hunger.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she whispered, her voice a low, husky promise.
Before he could respond, she slid down his body and dropped to her knees on the hardwood floor. Her small, powerful hands wrapped around the base of his still-hard cock, which stood thick and glistening against his stomach. She looked up at him, a playful challenge in her gaze.
“You just painted me,” she purred, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Now I want to taste us both.”
She didn’t wait for permission. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips forming a tight, hot seal. A ragged groan tore from Evan’s throat as she sucked him deep, her throat working to take his full length. The sensation was electric, a raw contrast to the gentle aftershocks still humming through her body.
“Fuck, Brianna… your mouth,” he grunted, his hands finding her messy blonde bun.
She pulled back slowly, a slick, obscene sound filling the air. His cock popped free, slick with her saliva. “You like that?” she breathed, her voice muffled as she nuzzled his shaft. “You like watching your shy little competitor get on her knees and suck you like a total whore?”
“I love it,” he growled, his hips pushing forward instinctively.
“Then take it,” she moaned, opening wide and taking him all the way to the root again. This time, she set a brutal, hungry rhythm, her head bobbing fast and deep. One of her hands squeezed his balls, while the other snaked between her own legs, her fingers resuming their frantic circles on her swollen clit.
The sounds were filthy and perfect: her wet, gagging sucks, his animalistic groans, the slick slide of her own fingers. She looked up at him, tears of effort and pleasure gathering in the corners of her eyes, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth.
“Gonna make you come again,” she gasped, pulling off just long enough to speak, a thick strand of saliva bridging her lips to his tip. “Wanna swallow every drop this time. Wanna feel you shoot down my fucking throat.”
Her graphic, dirty talk sent a tidal wave of heat crashing through him. He fisted her hair tighter, guiding her pace, fucking her face in time with her desperate strokes on her own pussy.
“You’re a fucking dream,” he panted, watching his cock disappear between her glistening lips again and again. “Such a perfect, hungry little slut.”
She moaned in agreement, the vibration traveling straight up his spine. He could feel his orgasm building again, a deep, urgent pressure coiling in his gut, spurred on by the sight of her absolute surrender on her knees.
Chapter 5
The words had barely left her mouth before Evan’s fingers tightened in her damp hair. He pulled her to her feet with a grunt, spinning her around to face the wall again. The plaster was cool against her flushed cheek, a sharp contrast to the heat blazing through her.
“I’m not done with you,” he growled, the command vibrating against her spine.
His hands seized her hips, angling her ass up. He didn’t ask, he didn’t tease. In one brutal, perfect thrust, he drove his cock back into her soaked, welcoming pussy from behind. A ragged scream tore from Brianna’s throat, the raw stretch and depth stealing her breath.
“Fuck! Yes, just like that!” she cried out, pushing her hips back against him, meeting his raw intensity with her own. “Don’t you dare go slow! Fuck this tight little pussy! Wreck me, Evan!”
His rhythm was punishing, a relentless piston driving her harder into the wall with every slam. The sound of skin slapping skin was obscene and loud. He gripped her hips so hard she knew she’d have fingerprints blooming on her dark skin tomorrow.
“You love this, don’t you?” he grunted, his voice thick with strain. “You love getting fucked like a bitch in heat.”
“I fucking love it!” she sobbed, her own hands braced against the wall, her knuckles white. Her whole world narrowed to the delicious, brutal stretch of him, the electric friction tearing another orgasm from her depths. “I’m your bitch! Your perfect little gym bitch! Harder!”
He obliged, his pace becoming savage, uncontrolled. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit with every drive, sending shockwaves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain.
“Where do you want it?” he snarled, his grip tightening, his thrusts becoming shallow, frantic jerks. “Tell me where you want my cum, you dirty slut.”
The demand sent a fresh thrill through her. She arched her back deeper, presenting herself completely. “On my tits!” she begged, the words a desperate chant. “Cover my perky little tits with it! Paint me with your cum, baby! I wanna feel it burn on my skin!”
Her pleas pushed him over the edge. With a final, guttural roar, he pulled out. Hot, thick ropes of cum erupted across her back and shoulders, but he quickly angled himself, stroking his pulsing cock as the next jets splattered across the swell of her ass and the small of her back. He moved closer, his hand a blur, and the last powerful bursts shot across her shoulder blades and dripped down her spine.
Brianna shuddered, her own climax crashing over her in a second, overwhelming wave at the sheer carnality of the act, at the feeling of his possession painting her skin. She collapsed forward against the wall, panting, completely spent and utterly marked.
Evan leaned over her, his breath hot on her neck, his hands gently smoothing her hair. “Now,” he murmured, his voice rough but tender. “Recovery is complete.”
Chapter 6
With a devilish grin that promised nothing but pleasure, Evan scooped Brianna’s spent, slick body into his arms. She let out a surprised, delighted squeal, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her from the wall to the bedroom.
He laid her gently on the cool duvet, her dark skin a stark, beautiful contrast against the white sheets. Her chest was still heaving, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and his drying release. He looked down at her, his brown eyes dark with renewed hunger.
“Those panties never stood a chance today,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
He hooked his fingers into the sides of her tiny, ruined black panties and slowly peeled them down her muscular thighs. She lifted her hips to help, a shy, playful smile finally returning to her face. He tossed them aside and settled between her legs, his large hands spreading her open.
“I want to watch you,” he whispered, his breath hot against her inner thigh. “I want to see every single flicker on your face when I make you scream for me again.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He lowered his mouth and feasted.
His tongue was relentless, a flat, wet stroke from her entrance to her throbbing clit. Brianna cried out, her back arching off the bed. “Oh, god, Evan… right there!”
He locked his eyes on hers, watching as he circled her sensitive bud with deliberate, torturous precision. “That’s it, baby. Let me see you.”
“It’s so good… your mouth is so fucking good,” she babbled, her hands fisting in the sheets. Her hips began a helpless, grinding rhythm against his face. “Don’t stop… please, don’t ever stop.”
He slid two fingers deep inside her, curling them, finding that perfect, spongy spot as his tongue continued its devastating work. The dual sensation made her vision blur. “You gonna come for me, Ash?” he growled against her, the vibration pushing her closer to the edge. “You gonna let me watch you fall apart?”
“Yes! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come on your tongue!” she screamed, her composure shattering. Her thighs trembled violently around his head. “Fuck, I can’t… I can’t hold it!”
“Then don’t.” The command was gentle but absolute.
He sucked her clit hard into his mouth, and Brianna shattered. A raw, guttural cry tore from her throat as the orgasm electrocuted her, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Her entire body convulsed, her stomach muscles clenching visibly, her face a perfect mask of ecstatic surrender for him to watch, just as he’d wanted.
He gentled his mouth, lapping softly as she trembled through the aftershocks, his eyes never leaving her flushed, beautiful face. When she finally went limp, utterly spent, he crawled up her body, kissing a slow trail up her stomach and between her perky breasts.
“Recovery,” he whispered against her lips, tasting her on his own, “is a full-time job.”
Chapter 7
Evan collapsed beside her on the damp sheets, his chest heaving. The scent of sex and sweat was thick in the air. Brianna curled into his side, tracing a lazy finger through the cum cooling on his stomach.
A few minutes of quiet breathing passed, filled with the slowing thunder of their hearts. Then, Brianna’s playful side emerged. She nuzzled his neck, her voice a husky whisper against his skin.
“You know,” she murmured, “I’m still not fully recovered.” She nipped his earlobe. “Maybe you should check my glutes. They’re pretty tight.”
Evan chuckled, the sound a deep rumble in his chest. “Oh, is that right?”
“Mhmm. Professional opinion only, of course.” With a wicked grin, she rolled away from him, presenting her perfect, muscular ass. The twin globes were firm and round, the deep cleft between them a tantalizing shadow. “Be thorough.”
“Always am,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.
He knelt beside her, his large hands descending onto her skin. He started at the base of her spine, his thumbs digging into the dense muscle of her glutes with a firm, knowing pressure.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Brianna sighed, melting into the mattress. “Right there… yeah.”
His touch was clinical at first, working out the knots from her earlier squats. But as his hands kneaded lower, closer to the sensitive crease where her ass met her thighs, the massage turned sensual. His strokes became slower, more possessive.
“Your body is insane,” he growled, palming her entire cheek. “So fucking hard and soft at the same time.”
She wiggled slightly, pushing back against his hands. “You like it?”
“I love it.” He leaned down, placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the swell of her ass. She gasped. He did it again, lower, his stubble scraping. “I could worship this ass all night.”
“Evan…” Her voice was a breathy plea.
“What do you need, baby?” he asked, his lips a hair’s breadth from her skin.
The shy girl was gone, incinerated by hours of pleasure. She turned her head, her brown eyes dark with raw desire. “I need your tongue. Please. I need you to taste me… there.”
A groan ripped from his throat. “You beg so pretty.”
He didn’t make her wait. He spread her wide, his thumbs holding her open, and buried his face between her cheeks. His tongue, hot and wet, laved a broad, slow stripe over her most intimate place.
Brianna cried out, her fingers clutching the sheets. “Yes! Oh, god, right there!”
He feasted on her, his tongue probing and circling with obscene expertise. The wet, slick sounds filled the room, mixing with her choked moans. “You taste like heaven,” he grunted against her, his nose pressed against her skin. “Like sweat and my cum and just… fuck, Brianna.”
“Deeper!” she begged, arching her back. “Use your tongue inside me, please!”
He obeyed, spearing his tongue into her tight, clutching heat. She screamed, her body trembling violently. He held her hips steady, fucking her with his mouth, drinking down every desperate sound she made.
Chapter 8
“Deeper!” she begged, arching her back. “Use your tongue inside me, please!”
He obeyed, spearing his tongue into her tight, clutching heat. She screamed, her body trembling violently. He held her hips steady, fucking her with his mouth, drinking down every desperate sound she made.
“Now… fingers,” she panted, her face pressed into the sheets. “Fuck my pussy while you eat my ass, Evan. Two of them. I need to feel it.”
A low groan vibrated through him into her skin. He pulled his face back just enough to see his own spit glistening on her. With one hand still spreading her open, he brought the other down, sliding two thick fingers through her dripping folds and into her pussy in one smooth, deep stroke.
“Yes! Fuck!” Brianna cried out, her back bowing. The dual sensation of his tongue circling her asshole and his fingers plunging into her slick channel was overwhelming.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled, his voice muffled against her skin. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to find that spot inside her that made her see stars. His tongue never stopped its lazy, obscene circles.
“Right there! Oh god, right fucking there!” she shrieked, her thighs shaking. The coil in her belly wound impossibly tight. “I’m gonna cum all over your hand!”
“Do it,” he commanded, his tongue pushing harder. “Cum for me, Brianna. Let me feel you.”
His words were the final trigger. Her orgasm exploded through her, a raw, convulsing wave that clenched viciously around his fingers. She screamed his name into the mattress, her body bucking against his hold as her juices soaked his hand and the sheets beneath them.
When the last tremor subsided, she was a panting, boneless wreck. Evan slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean with a dark, satisfied look. Before he could speak, she rolled over, her eyes blazing with renewed hunger.
“My turn to drive,” she breathed, pushing against his chest. “On your back. Now.”
A grin spread across his face as he complied, lying flat on the mattress. She didn’t hesitate. She swung a leg over his shoulders, straddling his face, lowering her soaked, sensitive pussy directly onto his mouth. “Lick me,” she commanded, her voice husky with authority. “Don’t stop until I squirt all over that pretty face.”
Evan’s hands gripped her muscular thighs as his tongue found her clit with immediate, ruthless precision. She moaned, her head falling back. Then, she leaned forward, her body draping over his in a perfect 69. She took his hard, throbbing cock into her mouth with a hungry groan, swallowing him deep.
The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of mutual worship. Evan ate her pussy with a frantic intensity, his tongue lapping and sucking, chasing the promise of her release. Brianna matched his fervor, bobbing her head on his cock, her throat working around him.
“Yes… just like that… make me squirt, baby,” she moaned, her words vibrating around his shaft. Her hips began to grind against his mouth, her movements becoming erratic. “I can feel it… I’m gonna… don’t you dare stop!”
He didn’t. He redoubled his efforts, his nose pressed into her, his tongue a relentless, pinpoint instrument on her swollen clit. Her cries became choked, desperate gasps around his cock. Then, with a final, guttural shout, her body convulsed. A hot, rushing flood of her release soaked his chin, his mouth, his neck.
She screamed through her climax, her muscles locking, her mouth still stretched wide around him. The intense, pulsing sensation of her squirting against his face pushed him to his own precipice. His hips jerked upward, his cock hitting the back of her throat.
She felt him swell and throb in her mouth. Pulling back just enough to speak, her voice was a raw, spent whisper laced with pure command. “Cum for me, Evan. Fill my mouth.”
That was all it took. With a ragged roar, he exploded, his release pumping in thick, salty pulses down her throat. She swallowed every drop, milking him with her lips and tongue until he was spent, collapsing beneath her, both of them slick and heaving and utterly ruined.
Chapter 9
Her words still hung in the air, a raw, spent promise. With a fierce grin, Brianna moved. She pushed Evan onto his back, her strong thighs pinning his hips to the mattress. The damp, torn fabric of her panties was the only barrier left between them. She settled over him, a low groan escaping her lips as she ground her soaked pussy against the thick length of his cock, feeling him pulse through the thin cotton.
“Fuck yes,” Evan hissed, his hands flying to her waist.
“No,” she commanded, her voice a throaty rasp of pure authority. She grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head on the pillow. “Hands stay here. Your mouth has a job.” She leaned forward, her perky, perfect tits swaying inches from his face. “Suck them. Hard. Don’t be gentle.”
He needed no further encouragement. He strained upward, capturing one taut, brown nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking and circling, teeth grazing with just enough pressure to make her cry out. Her back arched, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth as she began to ride him in earnest, the wet, filthy sound of her panties grinding against his cock filling the room.
“That’s it, baby,” she panted, rocking her hips in a slow, torturous circle. “Suck my tits while I ride this big cock. You feel how fucking wet I am for you? It’s all for you.”
“I feel it,” he growled against her skin, switching to her other breast, devouring it with the same hungry intensity. “Your pussy’s leaking through your fucking panties. You’re gonna ruin them.”
“I don’t care,” she moaned, her rhythm becoming more desperate. “I just want to feel you. I want to feel you explode. Tell me where you’re gonna cum, Evan. I want to hear you say it.”
He released her breast with a wet pop, his eyes dark with lust. “Where do you want it, Brianna? You tell me.”
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, her hips never stopping. “I want you to cum all over my abs,” she whispered, her voice a sinful promise. “I want to feel it hit my skin, hot and thick. I want to watch you cover them and shove it back in me.”
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her grinding heat.
“Or,” she continued, her tongue tracing his earlobe. “I want you to tear these panties off and fill my pussy up. I want to feel you pumping inside me until I can’t take anymore. Which is it? Tell me now.”
The explicit choice, her dirty talk fueling the fire, had him on a razor’s edge. His control was fraying, the pressure building at the base of his spine with every slick, circular grind of her body. “Both,” he gritted out. “I’m gonna give you both.”
Chapter 10
“Both,” Evan growled, his control dissolving in the slick heat of her grinding. “You’ll get fucking both.”
He surrendered to her command, keeping his hands pinned as she’d ordered, but his mouth was a weapon of pure hunger. He lunged upward, capturing one of her small, perfect tits, sucking the stiff brown nipple deep into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hardened peak, then bit down with just enough force to make her cry out, a sharp, wanton sound that fueled his fire.
“Fuck yes, just like that!” Brianna moaned, her hips rolling in a relentless, filthy rhythm against him. The soaked cotton of her panties was a maddening barrier, every grind sending a jolt of pure need through his cock. “Suck them hard, baby. Make them hurt so good.”
As he worshipped one breast, his other hand broke free from her imagined grip. It didn’t go to her waist; it shot straight down between their sweat-slicked bodies. His fingers found the hot, swollen bud of her clit through the drenched fabric, rubbing firm, urgent circles.
“Oh, God!” she shrieked, her entire body jerking. Her riding became frantic, a wild, bouncing rhythm that made the bedframe groan. “Right there! Don’t you fucking stop!”
“You feel that?” he demanded, his voice muffled against her breast. His fingers worked her relentlessly, matching the pace of his sucking. “You feel how fucking hard I am for you? I’m gonna tear these panties off and fill this greedy pussy until it overflows.”
“Do it!” she begged, her dirty talk devolving into a stream of frantic praise. “Your mouth… your hand… I can’t… I’m gonna come again! I’m gonna come all over your cock!”
The pressure in his balls was a live wire, her words and the sight of her tits bouncing in his face driving him to the edge. He could feel her inner muscles beginning to clench and flutter around nothing, her climax building just from the friction and his touch. He sucked her nipple harder, pinching the other between his fingers, his own groans vibrating against her skin.
“Come for me, Brianna,” he ordered, his fingers pressing harder on her clit. “Soak these panties. Let me feel it. Then I’m taking what’s mine.”
Chapter 11
Her climax hit like a tidal wave. “Evan! Fuck!” Brianna screamed, her body convulsing around the grinding pressure of his fingers and his mouth. She was a shuddering, soaking mess against him.
He didn’t let her come down. With a guttural snarl, his strength surged. He flipped her over in one powerful motion, pinning her slender, muscular body flat on her back. Her soaked panties were a pathetic scrap of fabric he tore aside, his cock driving into her tight, clenching heat in a single, brutal stroke.
“Oh God, yes! Fill me!” she cried, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper.
He fucked her with a relentless, punishing rhythm, the bed slamming against the wall. His hands gripped her shoulders, holding her down as he pistoned into her. “This what you needed? This your fucking recovery?” he growled, every word a hot breath against her neck.
“Yes! Harder! Don’t stop!” Her dirty talk was a broken chant. “Gonna make you cum all over me!”
He felt the pressure cresting, a white-hot coil in his gut. “Where do you want it?” he demanded, his pace becoming frantic, sloppy.
“My abs! Cover my fucking abs!” she begged, her own hands flying to her stomach in anticipation.
With a final, deep grind, he ripped his cock from her dripping pussy. He stroked himself furiously, his eyes locked on her tensed, sweat-slicked abdomen. “Take it!” he roared.
Hot, thick ropes of cum splattered across her dark skin, painting her defined abs in glossy stripes. She moaned, watching, her fingers tracing through the mess. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
He was still rock hard, throbbing. Before the last pulse had finished, he was guiding himself back into her swollen, welcoming entrance. She gasped, her eyes flying wide. “You’re… you’re putting it back in?”
“Told you you’d get both,” he grunted, sinking to the hilt in one smooth push. Her pussy, already stretched and slick with her juices and his first load, clenched around him impossibly tight. “Now I’m gonna fuck my cum deeper into you.”
He set a new, devastating pace, fucking her with a raw, primal fury that stole the breath from her lungs. The wet, slapping sounds were obscene, mixed with their animal groans. She could feel the heat of his first deposit inside her, a lewd reminder with every plunge.
“I can feel it… I can feel you… fuck!” she babbled, her nails raking down his back.
“Gonna give you another,” he promised, his voice ragged with strain. “Gonna pump you so full.”
His second climax built faster, a crashing wave he couldn’t hold back. With a final, shuddering roar, he buried himself to the root and let go. She felt the hot, intimate flood join the first, a deep, claiming pulse that made her cry out with him. Spent, he collapsed on top of her, his weight a heavy, comforting anchor.
After a moment of ragged breathing, she stirred. Gently, she pushed at his shoulder until he rolled onto his back, exhausted. Without a word, she slithered down the bed, her movements fluid and purposeful.
She took his softening, glistening cock into her mouth, sucking gently, cleaning every last drop of his cum from his skin. He groaned, oversensitive. As she worked, a warm trickle of his combined releases seeped from her well-used pussy, dripping down onto his thigh in a slow, intimate leak.
Finally, she lifted her head, licking her lips. She crawled up his body, her mouth finding every stray spot on his stomach and chest, cleaning him with tender, thorough swipes of her tongue.
“Recovery complete?” she whispered, a playful, sated grin on her face as she settled against his side.
He pulled her close, his hand resting on the small of her back. “Fuck yeah. Best session yet.”
Chapter 12
Brianna traced the streaks of cooling cum on his stomach, her touch possessive. She lifted her head, her brown eyes dark with a hunger that hadn’t been sated. “I want to feel you inside me again,” she whispered, her voice a raw scrape against the quiet room. A playful, devious smile touched her lips. “But this time, I want to watch. I want to see myself in the mirror while you take me from behind.”
Evan’s cock, still slick from her mouth and his own release, twitched against her thigh. “Fuck yes,” he growled, his hands already moving to her hips. “Show me.”
She slid off the bed, her movements sleek and confident. Taking his hand, she led him across the room to a full-length mirror mounted on the closet door. The cool air kissed their sweat-damp skin. She positioned herself before the glass, her back to him, and met his gaze in the reflection. Her expression was a mix of shy curiosity and bold carnality.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his hands smoothing over the tight curve of her ass. He pressed his body against hers, his hard length nestling in the cleft of her cheeks. “You see what you do to me?”
“I see it,” she breathed, her eyes drinking in the image. Her own body, lean and powerful, marked with his cum. His muscular frame looming behind her, dominant and ready. “I want to watch you disappear inside me.”
He reached around her front, his fingers finding her swollen, sensitive pussy. She was still dripping, a mix of her arousal and his last two loads creating a slick, lewd mess. He pushed two fingers into her, and she gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder as she watched in the mirror.
“So wet for me,” he said, his voice hot in her ear. “Still so fucking tight.”
“Always for you,” she moaned, her hips pushing back against his hand. “Now give me your cock. I want to watch you fuck it into me.”
He lined himself up, the broad head of his cock pressing against her dripping entrance. Their eyes locked in the mirror. With a deliberate, slow push, he began to fill her. Brianna’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, her gaze fixed on the point where their bodies joined, watching as he stretched her, inch by relentless inch.
“Oh my God,” she panted, her hands slapping against the cool glass for support. “I can see it… I can see all of it.”
“Watch yourself take me,” he commanded, his grip bruising on her hips. He began to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The wet, slapping sound echoed in the room, a brutal soundtrack to the visual feast in the mirror.
Brianna was transfixed. She watched the muscles in her back and ass flex with every thrust. She saw the blissful, ruined expression on her own face. She saw his focused intensity, the sheer physical power he wielded as he claimed her. “Harder!” she begged, her dirty talk tumbling out. “Make the mirror shake! I want to watch us break it!”
He obeyed, his thrusts becoming punishing, driving her forward so her breasts pressed against the glass, her nipples hardening against the cold surface. The mirror fogged with their breath.
“You like that? Watching my cock wreck this pretty little pussy?” he grunted, his pace frantic.
“Yes! I love it! I’m your fucking show!” she screamed, her own climax building fast, fueled by the visual and physical overload. “Don’t stop! I’m gonna come watching you use me!”
Her body began to tighten around him, her inner muscles fluttering wildly. The sight of her own desperate pleasure in the reflection pushed him to the edge. “Where do you want it this time?” he demanded, his control fraying.
“Inside!” she cried, her eyes wide and wild in the glass. “Fill me up again! I want to see my face when you pump me full!”
With a final, deep roar, he buried himself to the hilt and let go. She felt the hot, pulsing flood join the others, and the intense, claiming sensation tipped her over the edge. Her own scream joined his as she came, her body shaking violently, her gaze locked on her own ecstatic reflection until the world went white.
Spent, they slumped together against the mirror, their heavy breaths fogging the glass.
Chapter 13
The front door clicked open just as Evan’s final, hot pulse flooded Brianna’s depths. They froze, a lewd sculpture pressed against the foggy mirror—his cock still buried deep inside her, her body trembling around him.
“Ash? You home? God, it smells like sex in—oh.”
Hannah stood in the doorway of the bedroom, a suitcase at her feet. Her eyes, wide with surprise, instantly darkened with raw hunger. She was, as Brianna had never described, a vision of voluptuous power. Her workout leggings strained over a truly monumental ass, and her tight tank top showcased full, heavy breasts. Her hair was a wild auburn mane around a face now breaking into a wicked grin.
“Well, hello,” Hannah purred, her gaze dropping to where Evan and Brianna were still joined. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Brianna blushed furiously but made no move to pull away. “Hannah… this is Evan. From the gym.”
“Clearly,” Hannah said, stepping into the room. She dropped her bag and began peeling off her tank top, revealing incredible natural tits capped with large, dark nipples. “I’ve heard the grunting from your room, Ash. I didn’t know it was this fucking hot.” She looked directly at Evan, her voice dropping to a husky command. “You just came in her, didn’t you? I can see it dripping.”
Evan, still sheathed inside Brianna, could only nod, stunned by the bold intrusion and Hannah’s breathtaking body.
Hannah knelt beside them, her hand reaching out to smear the mixed fluids leaking from Brianna’s used pussy. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean with a loud, deliberate moan. “Tastes like a hard workout. I want in.”
Brianna finally found her voice, breathless and shameless. “We hook up sometimes. But we’ve never… shared.”
Hannah’s eyes locked on Evan’s. “First time for everything, big guy. Your cock looks like it could handle more.” She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “I need it. I’ve been thinking about fucking all through my flight. Let me taste her on you, then let me ride you until you fill me up, too.”
Evan pulled out of Brianna slowly, his cock glistening and still rock-hard. Hannah didn’t wait. She took him into her mouth greedily, her tongue lapping at Brianna’s juices and his own spend with a frantic, noisy hunger.
“Fuck, Hannah,” Brianna gasped, watching her roommate suck her lover clean.
Hannah pulled off with a wet pop. “Your turn, Ash. Get her nice and wet for me again.” She pushed Brianna down onto the bed and buried her face between her thighs, eating her out with a fervor that made Brianna scream.
Evan watched, his hands gripping his own shaft, as Hannah worshiped Brianna’s pussy. “You two are fucking insatiable.”
Hannah lifted her head, her chin slick. “We are. Now get over here. I want that cock in my ass while I make her come. You’re gonna fuck us both until you’ve got nothing left.”
Chapter 14
Evan’s hand shot out, hooking into the waistband of Hannah’s leggings and the tiny thong beneath. With a sharp yank, he tore both down to her knees in one brutal motion, exposing the full, perfect globes of her ass.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Hannah hissed, arching her back.
He didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between her cheeks, his tongue lashing a hot, wet stripe over her tight hole. She cried out, the sound muffled against Brianna’s thigh as she dove back between her roommate’s legs with renewed hunger. The room filled with the lewd, rhythmic sounds of Hannah’s relentless tongue lapping his spend from Brianna’s pussy and Evan’s own wet, voracious feasting on Hannah’s ass.
“Tastes like him, doesn’t it, Ash?” Hannah panted, lifting her head for a second, her lips slick and shining. “Tastes like he owns you.”
“He does,” Brianna moaned, her fingers clawing at the sheets. “Don’t stop, Han. Lick it all up.”
Hannah obeyed, her tongue plunging deep, fucking Brianna’s sensitive, used slit clean. Evan worked Hannah open with his mouth, spit-slicking her rosebud, his tongue circling and then pressing insistently against the clenched ring of muscle until it began to soften and give.
“She’s ready,” Evan growled, pulling back, his own need a white-hot brand in his gut. “You want this?”
Hannah looked over her shoulder, her eyes wild. “I’ve wanted your cock in my ass since I walked in. Stop teasing and wreck me.”
He positioned himself behind her massive ass, the head of his cock pressing against her spit-slicked entrance. He didn’t ask again. With one powerful, driving shove of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight, hot channel.
Hannah screamed, a raw, shattered sound of pure ecstasy. “FUCK! Yes! That’s it! Fuck my ass, you animal!”
He set a punishing pace immediately, his hands gripping her wide hips for leverage as he pistoned into her. Each deep, brutal thrust slammed her forward, making her tits swing wildly.
“You like that?” he grunted, the primal sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room. “You like getting your ass fucked while you eat your friend’s pussy?”
“I love it!” Hannah shrieked, her voice breaking. “I love your fucking cock! It’s so deep! Brianna, can you feel me shaking? He’s fucking me so hard!”
Brianna could only whimper in response, her own climax building again from the brutal, visual feast and the relentless attention of Hannah’s tongue.
Evan’s world narrowed to the sublime, impossible tightness of Hannah’s ass and the obscene sight before him. He was a machine, a beast, fucking her with a single-minded ferocity that had the bed frame slamming against the wall. Sweat poured down his back. His balls tightened, a familiar, urgent pressure coiling at the base of his spine.
“Gonna fill your ass,” he snarled, his rhythm becoming frantic, erratic. “Gonna pump you full.”
“Do it!” Hannah begged, her voice a desperate sob. “Breed my ass! I want to feel you claim it!”
The command shattered his last thread of control. With a final, ground-shaking roar, he plunged as deep as he could and let go. Hot, thick pulses of his cum erupted inside her, marking her depths as his. The intense, convulsing clench of her ass around his spurting cock dragged a second, ragged yell from his throat.
He collapsed over her, spent, his cock still lodged inside her as they both gasped for air. Hannah slowly lifted her head from Brianna’s thighs, a look of sated, victorious bliss on her glistening face.
“Recovery session,” she panted, a slow grin spreading. “Best fucking idea you ever had, Ash.”
Chapter 15
“Don’t you dare get soft on me,” Hannah purred, her lips swollen and slick. She rolled off the bed, her movements fluid and predatory. “I’m not done watching.”
Evan watched her, his breathing still heavy. She grabbed Brianna’s wrist, pulling her up from the sweaty tangle of sheets. “C’mere. Against the wall.”
Brianna, still trembling from her last peak, let herself be guided, her back pressing against the cool drywall. Hannah positioned her, bending her forward until her palms were flat against the wall. Her perfect, perky tits hung down, swaying with each shaky breath.
“That’s it,” Hannah whispered, her hands roaming over Brianna’s taut ass. “Now you.”
She turned to Evan, her eyes dark with command. She pushed him forward until he was aligned behind Brianna. He needed no further urging. In one brutal, possessive motion, he gripped Brianna’s hips and sheathed himself inside her soaking pussy from behind, burying himself to the hilt.
Brianna cried out, a sharp, guttural sound of pure fulfillment. “Yes! Fuck, just like that!”
Evan set a punishing, deep rhythm immediately, each powerful thrust slamming Brianna’s body into the wall, making her tits bounce and jiggle violently. The sound of skin on skin was obscenely loud.
Hannah dropped to her knees in front of them, her gaze locked on the hypnotic bounce of Brianna’s breasts. “Look at her,” Hannah moaned, one hand diving between her own legs to rub her wet, swollen pussy in frantic circles. “Look at those perfect tits bounce for his cock.”
She leaned forward, her mouth finding Evan’s heavy, tightening balls. She sucked one, then the other, into her hot mouth, her tongue lavishing them as she watched the spectacle above.
“Fuck her harder!” Hannah demanded, her voice muffled against his flesh. “Make her scream!”
“You feel that, baby?” Evan grunted, his pace becoming savage. “You feel how deep I am?”
“I feel everything!” Brianna screamed, her head thrown back. “Don’t stop! Please!”
Hannah’s fingers worked faster on herself. “She’s so fucking wet for you! I can hear it! Tell him what you want, Ash! Beg for it!”
Brianna’s words were a broken, sobbing chant. “I want it… I want your cum… please, Evan… fill me up! I need you to cum inside me right now!”
The raw filth of their shared encouragement, the sight of Hannah pleasuring herself at his feet, the brutal possession of Brianna’s tight body—it was too much. With a final, earth-shattering roar, Evan slammed home and erupted. Hot, thick pulses of his seed flooded Brianna’s depths as he held her impossibly close, his hips jerking through the climax.
Brianna shuddered violently around him, her own release triggered by the feel of his claiming heat. A high, shattered cry tore from her throat as she came.
Slowly, trembling, Evan pulled out. He turned, pulling a panting Hannah up from the floor by her hair for a deep, claiming kiss, letting her taste his victory on his tongue. He then turned back, gathering a spent Brianna against his chest, his large hand splayed possessively over her stomach where his cum was already leaking out.
“Recovery,” he breathed into her damp hair, his voice ragged with satisfaction. “Complete.”
Chapter 16
Brianna collapsed onto the bed with a sated groan, her muscles liquid. Her breath came in soft, exhausted pants. Evan, however, was far from finished. The sight of both women, spent and glistening, only stoked the fire in his gut. His cock, still hard and slick, twitched impatiently.
He turned, his gaze locking onto Hannah. Before she could speak, he hauled her against his chest.
“My turn,” he growled, his voice thick with need.
He assaulted her mouth with a searing, possessive kiss, his tongue plunging deep. One large hand groped and kneaded the generous swell of her breast before he pulled the neckline of her top down, freeing it. He descended on her big, pale tit like a starving man, sucking the stiff nipple deep into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Hannah moaned, her head lolling back. “Suck them! They’re so fucking sensitive!”
He lavished her other breast with the same rough hunger, biting and licking until she was writhing against him. With a grunt, he picked her up and threw her onto her back on the mattress, right beside the watching Brianna.
“Don’t just lie there, Ash,” Hannah panted, spreading her legs wide. “Watch him wreck me.”
Evan dropped to his knees between Hannah’s thighs. He buried his face in her dripping pussy without preamble, his tongue lapping at her swollen folds with frantic intensity.
“Trying to drink me dry, you animal?” Hannah gasped, her hips bucking off the bed.
“Every last drop,” Evan muttered against her, his words vibrating through her core. He speared his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, then sucked fiercely on her clit. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
“Yes! Right there! Fuck, your mouth is so good!” she screamed, her hands clawing at the sheets. “I can’t… I can’t take it! Too much!”
“You can,” Evan snarled, not letting up for a second. “You’re gonna take everything.”
When her thighs began to shake violently, he finally stood. He gripped her hips, lined up his thick cock, and slammed into her in one brutal stroke. Hannah shrieked, her back arching off the bed.
“Harder!” she begged. “Make me cum! I want to cum on your cock!”
Evan obeyed, pistoning into her with a relentless, deep rhythm. “Cum for me, Hannah. Now.”
The command tipped her over. Her orgasm ripped through her with a raw, guttural cry, her pussy clamping around him in rhythmic pulses. He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it and into another, watching her face contort in overwhelmed pleasure.
“Again,” he demanded, his own release coiling tight. “One more.”
She came a third time, sobbing his name, her body limp and pliant beneath his driving thrusts. With a final, guttural roar, Evan pulled out. Ropes of hot, white cum erupted from his cock, painting her stomach and trembling abs in thick, glistening stripes.
He stepped back, breathing heavily. He looked at Brianna, whose eyes were dark with renewed hunger. “Clean her up.”
Brianna didn’t hesitate. She rolled over with a hungry moan, lowering her head to Hannah’s stomach. Her tongue swirled through the mess, lapping up every drop of Evan’s release from Hannah’s skin, her own soft whimpers of pleasure mingling with Hannah’s exhausted sighs.
Chapter 17
The three of them lay tangled and spent in the wet sheets, breathing in a heavy, satisfied rhythm. The silence was broken by a sharp, unexpected knock at the apartment door.
Brianna stiffened. “Shit. That’s my mom’s knock.”
Adrenaline shot through the room. Evan and Hannah scrambled from the bed in a chaotic, silent frenzy.
“Closet! Now!” Brianna hissed, grabbing her silk robe from the floor.
Evan, still gloriously naked and semi-hard, pulled Hannah by the wrist into the walk-in master bedroom closet. The door clicked shut just as Brianna called out, “Coming!”
Darkness enveloped them, thick with the scent of cedar and their own mingled sex. They could hear the muffled sound of the front door opening.
“Hey, sweetie! I was in the neighborhood. Just wanted to return this jacket I borrowed.”
“Oh, hey Mom. Thanks.” Brianna’s voice was impressively calm, if a little breathy.
Inside the closet, pressed against a rack of clothes, Hannah’s body thrummed with a new, illicit energy. The danger of discovery, the sound of an innocent conversation happening mere feet away while they hid… it lit a fuse in her. She could feel Evan’s solid warmth beside her, the hard line of his thigh against hers. Her hand snaked out in the dark, her fingers finding and wrapping around his rapidly re-hardening cock.
He jerked in surprise, a sharp inhale caught in his throat. She leaned close, her lips brushing his ear. “Don’t you dare make a sound,” she breathed, her voice a hot, wicked promise.
Before he could react, she sank to her knees on the plush carpet. In the absolute blackness, guided by touch alone, she took the full length of him into her mouth.
Evan’s head thumped back against the wall, a silent curse on his lips. He clenched his jaw, every muscle in his body tensing as Hannah began to work him with fervent, desperate strokes. Her mouth was slick and voracious, the wet, slurping sounds obscenely loud in the confined space. She deep-throated him, her nose pressing into his skin, then pulled back to swirl her tongue around the swollen head.
“You look tired, honey. Are you getting enough rest?” Brianna’s mom’s voice filtered through the door.
“Just… just a hard workout today, Mom,” Brianna replied, the strain evident only to Evan’s hyper-focused ears.
The deception, the risk, made Hannah’s assault feel ten times more intense. She gagged softly, then pushed forward again, taking him deeper, her hands gripping his ass to pull him into her throat. Evan trembled, his fingers tangling in her hair, torn between pushing her away and holding her exactly there. A low, helpless groan vibrated in his chest, which he stifled into a choked gasp.
He was achingly close, the pressure building at the base of his spine. He tapped her shoulder frantically, a silent plea to stop.
Hannah ignored him. She sucked harder, humming around him, the vibration pushing him toward the edge.
Finally, after an eternity, they heard the distant sound of the front door closing. Footsteps approached the bedroom.
The closet door swung open, flooding them with light. Brianna stood there, her robe loosely tied. Her eyes widened, then darkened with raw lust at the sight before her.
Hannah was on her knees, feasting on Evan’s cock, her cheeks hollowed with effort. Evan was braced against the wall, his face a mask of agonized pleasure, glistening with sweat.
“My mom’s gone,” Brianna said, her voice husky. She untied her robe, letting it fall open. “Looks like you started the next session without me.”
Chapter 18
Before Brianna could speak, Evan reached out and grabbed her wrist. In one fluid motion, he pulled her into the dim closet, positioning her between him and Hannah. “Your turn, baby,” he growled, dropping to his knees.
He pushed her back firmly. She stumbled into Hannah, who caught her with a knowing grin. “I know the drill,” Hannah whispered, her voice thick with lust.
Hannah’s hands instantly went to Brianna’s hips, turning her. She bent Brianna forward, then spread her ass cheeks wide. Without hesitation, Hannah’s tongue stabbed into Brianna’s tight hole.
“Oh, fuck!” Brianna cried out, her knees buckling.
At the same moment, Evan buried his face between her legs from the front, his mouth latching onto her swollen clit. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking mercilessly as Hannah’s tongue probed and fucked her from behind.
“Yes! Right there! Don’t stop!” Brianna babbled, her body shuddering between their two mouths. The dual assault was overwhelming, one sensation burning into the other. “Your tongues… shit… I’m split in half!”
Evan groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her scream. Hannah’s assault was relentless, her tongue spearing deep before flattening against her sensitive rim.
Then Hannah’s hand snaked through the trembling V of Brianna’s legs. Her fingers found Evan’s rock-hard cock, slick with her own saliva. She wrapped her hand around him and began to jerk him in a tight, steady rhythm, her strokes syncing with the thrusts of her tongue.
“Oh, god, she’s jerking you off,” Brianna moaned, understanding the connection. “She’s fucking my ass and milking your cock at the same time.”
“Feel it, Ash?” Evan panted, pulling his mouth away for a second. “Feel her hand on me while her tongue’s in you?”
“I feel everything,” she whimpered. “It’s too much. I can’t…”
“You can,” Hannah commanded from behind, her voice muffled against Brianna’s skin. “You’re going to come on his face while I make him throb in my hand. Aren’t you, you dirty girl?”
The coordination was brutal, innovative, and perfect. Evan returned to her clit with a renewed fever, sucking and licking as Hannah’s hand worked his shaft. Brianna was the electrified conduit between them, her climax coiling tighter, a live wire about to snap.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come!” she shrieked, her body bowing.
“Now,” Evan demanded against her flesh.
“Do it,” Hannah hissed, quickening her hand on him.
Brianna’s world shattered into white-hot pleasure. Her pussy convulsed against Evan’s mouth as a rough, guttural cry was torn from her throat. She shook violently, held upright only by Hannah’s grip on her hips and Evan’s firm hands on her thighs.
As her climax began to ebb, Hannah’s stroking hand on Evan became urgent, demanding. “You next,” she breathed. “Give it to me. All over my hand.”
Chapter 19
Evan pulled his slick face from between Brianna’s trembling thighs. His eyes, dark with a predatory focus, locked onto Hannah, who was still kneeling behind Brianna. “My turn with you,” he growled.
He grabbed Hannah’s arm and pulled her forward, past the still-panting Brianna. In one powerful motion, he flipped Hannah onto her back on the closet floor, her head resting near a fallen shoe. He positioned himself between her spread legs, his body a dominant shadow over hers.
“You made me throb in your hand,” he said, his voice rough. “Now finish it.”
Hannah didn’t hesitate. Her hand shot out and wrapped around his thick, hard cock. She began to jerk him with a firm, urgent rhythm, her eyes locked on his. “You liked watching me eat her out, didn’t you?” she taunted, her strokes quickening. “You liked feeling my hand on you while my tongue was in her.”
“Fuck yes,” Evan gritted out, his hips pushing into her fist.
“Then give it to me,” Hannah demanded, her other hand cupping his balls. “Cover me. I want to feel it.”
Her command, mixed with the visual of Brianna watching breathlessly from a few feet away, was too much. Evan’s control shattered. With a raw, guttural shout, he erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum splashed across Hannah’s flat stomach and slicked her bare pussy, painting her skin white.
“Oh, god,” Hannah moaned, her hand slowing but not stopping, milking the last pulses from him.
Evan was breathing hard, but he wasn’t done. He looked down at his own release glistening on her skin. “Good,” he panted. “Now we use it.”
He gripped his still-hard cock and dragged the head through the pool of cum on her lower belly, smearing it down over her clit and pussy lips, mixing his seed with her wetness.
“Using your own cum as lube, you animal,” Hannah whispered, a shiver of pure lust running through her.
“It’s what you wanted,” Evan said, lining himself up at her soaked entrance.
He didn’t ease in. He drove forward in one deep, claiming thrust, burying himself inside her to the hilt. The sensation was intense—slick, hot, and uniquely his.
“Yes!” Hannah cried out, her back arching. “Fuck me hard with it! Fuck me with your cum still on your cock!”
Evan obeyed, setting a brutal, piston-like pace in the classic missionary position. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the cramped closet. Each thrust pushed his spilled seed deeper, a filthy, intimate claim.
“You feel that?” he grunted, pounding into her. “You feel how slick you are? That’s mine. All over you, *in* you.”
“I feel it!” she screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders. “It’s so fucking dirty! Don’t stop!”
Brianna watched, enraptured, her own hand drifting between her legs as she witnessed the raw, graphic scene. Evan fucked Hannah with a rejuvenated, relentless energy, his cum serving as the perfect, sinful lubricant. Hannah’s climax built fast, whipped into a frenzy by the obscene context and his deep, punishing strokes.
“I’m gonna come!” Hannah shrieked, her body tightening around him. “Make me come on your messy cock!”
“Come then,” Evan commanded, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, focused right where she needed him. “Squeeze it out.”
Hannah’s orgasm ripped through her with a silent, open-mouthed scream. Her whole body convulsed, her internal muscles clamping rhythmically around his driving length. The intense, visual, and tactile overload pushed Evan over the edge again almost immediately.
With a final, deep plunge, he groaned, his own second climax surging out of him, filling her once more as he shuddered and collapsed atop her, both of them slick and spent.