Ecstasy

Zara

“Not here,” Alex says, his voice hoarse as he straightens, whispering over my mouth. Beside me, Eli’s pulled away, but my hand is still on his face and he turns his head, runs his lip over my palm.

Alex steps back, glances at Eli.

I wait for him to stop this.

I wait for him to stop it, but he just grabs my other hand, pulls me toward a closed door. I follow him, and Eli takes my hand from his mouth, and together, me between them, we stumble into a bedroom.

Eli closes the door. I hear the snick of the lock at my back, his hand still in mine.

There’s a big bed in the center of the room, white plantation shutters closed in the window. There’s a built-in bookcase beside the bed, lined with tall, thin books that I can’t quite make out in the darkness of the room.

A closet is at my back, beside the door. There’s one white nightstand beside the bed, a grey lamp off atop it. No alarm clock. Beneath my feet there’s a white rug, but otherwise, it’s hardwood floors like the rest of the house.

It smells like the ocean here. More than anywhere else in the house, I smell the salt of the sea in here

That, and Eli.

Coconut and citrus.

While Alex shucks his shirt off over his head, Eli pulls me toward him, his hands ru

He kisses me, his mouth open, his tongue ru

And then Alex is behind me, his hands coming around my waist, flicking open the button of my shorts, his mouth on my neck, kissing and sucking and biting.

My hands are on Eli’s shoulders, and I want more from him. My tongue is in his mouth, his hands come to cup my face, like he might pull me away from Alex at my back. Like he wants to claim all my attention. Like this is what he’s been waiting for the past six months, and he can’t get enough.

Alex pulls down my underwear, and they hit the floor with my shorts.

I pull away from Eli, reluctantly, but I need his clothes off, too. I need to feel his skin against me like I can feel Alex’s chest at my back.

“What are you doing?” Eli rasps, his hands coming down to either side of my neck. I hear a zipper behind me.

“Your clothes,” I manage to say as Alex wraps his hands around my hips and jerks me back into him. I feel his cock, hard and thick against my low back. His hands trail lower, to the inside of my thighs.

Eli glances down, and I see a slight frown between his brow. I wonder if he’s thinking about the scars. I wonder if he’s thinking about the fact we’ve already done something just like this before.

“Do you like this?” Alex whispers in my ear, distracting me. His hands come up higher, fingers grazing against my pussy but not quite touching me where I want him. “Do you like being between us?”

Eli pulls his shirt off, and I watch him as Alex touches me. Watch him keep his gaze on me as he kicks off his shoes, unbuttons his pants. I watch him bite his lip, hook his thumb through his boxer briefs and pull them down, too.

He doesn’t come closer while Alex grazes my slit with his fingers, still kissing my neck, my ear, my face, his cock growing hotter and harder at my back.

Eli wraps his fingers around the base of himself, his eyes dipping down to watch Alex touch me.

“Do you like being used like a whore, Zara?” Alex whispers, brushing his thumb over my clit, but only for a fleeting second.

I whimper, wanting more.

He laughs against my ear, stepping closer to me, forcing me to take a step forward.

Toward Eli.

Alex slides his thumb over the crease of my thigh. “Do you feel that?” he asks me. “Do you feel how wet you are, for both of us?”

I do feel it.

I feel it, but I want more. So much more.

Eli runs his thumb over the top of his cock, the thick head glistening with precum.

I want to taste it.

I want to taste him.

But he’s still watching Alex touch me. He still wants to watch, even now. Even though he’s a part of this, it turns him on to watch.

I shift my stance, parting my thighs wider and grabbing my breasts, pinching my nipples. I tilt my head back as Alex touches me, leaning against him as I give Eli a show.

Alex sucks on my neck as he runs his fingers down my slit, parting my lips for Eli to see me. The sensation of being so exposed to Eli like this, so vulnerable between them, it makes my knees shake.

All I want to do is fall onto the bed at Eli’s back with the both of them. All I want to do is collapse into the feel of them both moving inside of me, but I want Eli to get what he wants too.

I reach my arms back, wrap them around Alex’s neck behind me, my body pulled taut, elongated and open.

If Eli has really been watching me so long, I want him to see everything.

My eyes are closed as I drown in the feel of Alex behind me, of his mouth on my neck, of his hands between my thighs. He’s so warm. So familiar. So mine.

I want Eli to see that. To see how Alex and I belong to each other. Not to tease him, but because that’s what he wants to see, isn’t it? That’s the whole reason he has a thing for me in the first place.

Because I’m Alex’s, and he can’t have me.

If that’s the kind of pain that gets him off, I want him to see all of it.

Because I want him to feel good too.

Alex groans against my neck, and his fingers dip lower. He pushes two into me and I moan his name as he wraps his other hand around my low belly, holding me in place as he fingers me.

“God, you’re so wet, princess.” He nips at my shoulder. “Is it because my best friend is watching?” He trails his tongue toward my spine. “Is it because he can see every fucking inch of you?” He fucks me harder with his fingers, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit. “Are you going to cum before we even get inside of you, huh?”

I think I am.

I press back against him, even though we’re already as close as we could possibly be. “Yes,” I gasp, “I’m going to—”

But there’s movement in front of me and when I open my eyes, Eli is there, holding my gaze. He grabs Alex’s hand, and Alex lets him pull his fingers out of me.

I’m throbbing, missing the feel of Alex’s palm against my swollen clit. Missing the feel of his fingers inside of me. I clench around nothing, I was so close.

So close.

Alex slides his fingers up my belly, letting me feel just how wet I am.

Eli’s eyes lock on mine. “Alex,” he says softly as Alex shifts his hips behind me, rubbing his cock against my back. “Do you want to fuck her in the ass?”

I still have my arms locked behind Alex’s neck, my body still fully visible to Eli.

But he’s not touching me. As close as we are, he’s not touching me.

Alex is quiet a moment, his hands still on my belly. But then he says, “Nuh uh, I don’t think I do,” against my ear, and I shiver.

Eli steps closer. The head of his cock is against my stomach, right below Alex’s hands on me. Eli doesn’t take his eyes off of me. “Neither do I.”

My stomach flips.

Eli steps closer, rolls my nipples between his fingers and I gasp, but don’t move my arms from around Alex’s neck.

My chest is heaving, my breasts feel heavy as Eli plays with them, but no one is touching me where I want them to. No one is helping my ache between my thighs.

“This isn’t going to go how you think it’s going to go, baby girl,” Eli says softly.

My breath is loud, panting and labored as Eli pinches one of my nipples, palms the other. Gentle and rough. Hot and cold.