which was hanging by a thread now.
Mariella writhed, restlessly, riding his fingers. She pulled her mouth from Gabriel’s. “Ethan.”
“What, baby?” He kept up the steady in and out as he met her eyes. She was beautiful, lying on the white sheets, half over Gabriel, open and eager now.
“Please.”
Ethan held her gaze. She looked dazed and flushed from her arousal. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!”
He was so hard, so ready he almost let it go, but he wanted to be certain, to know she was certain. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
With a breathless voice that went straight to his heart and his cock, she said, “I want you. Now.”
Gabriel handed him a condom, and as he tore it open and sheathed himself, he watched her move restlessly against the sheets. She watched him, spread her legs, and held out her hands. He slid between her legs, propping himself up on his hands to keep his weight off her. This way he could watch her face as he slid the tip of his erection into her wetness. He was so thick and she was so tight, that he could only push in a couple of inches. He pulled back and pushed in again, harder. Her eyes closed, and she arched into his body.
“Look at me, beauty.”
Her eyes were pure silver, dazed with desire and need. He reached down and pulled her legs wider, wrapping his arms under her thighs to open her fully. She was wet, drenched with her juices. His cock, thick and heavy, was coated with them.
“Beautiful,” he murmured and teased her wet opening with short, hard strokes that had her crying out for him. Gabriel kissed her neck, played with her breasts, and, lifting her hand to his mouth, sucked her fingers into his.
Feeling her body respond, Ethan thumbed her clit, holding her belly in place with his palm. Her head thrashed on the pillow.
“Please. More.”
Her cry broke him. He thrust, all the way in, burying his hard, needy flesh in the wet velvet of her channel.
She gasped and stiffened. Ethan held steady, rocking his body slightly, until he saw the soft heat return to her eyes. Then he began stroking in and out of her fully, continuing to thumb the bundle of nerves above her opening. Sweat dripped down his forehead. He couldn’t think. Everything had been reduced to the tight, rippling heaven of her pussy and the shining silver of her eyes. He shifted slightly, and caught a sensitive place, and she came apart, crying his name and digging her fingernails into his shoulder. She came all over, moving beneath him, around him, hot and wet and so beautiful. And then he was coming, too, shooting hard into the condom and stroking, again and again and again, until he was spent. He collapsed on her, his head between her breasts.
Gabriel pulled at his arm, and realized that he was still holding her legs spread wide. “Sorry, baby.” He let them go, pushed them down against the sheets. Turning his head, he kissed her breast.
Pushing up away and out of her, he swayed slightly. He knew he’d never come that hard. Ethan watched as Mariella curled slightly into Gabriel’s arms, already dozing. Gabriel looked at him and cuddled her closer.
Ethan nodded at his best friend. She was the one, all right. Now all they had to do was convince her of that, and somehow keep her right where she was now. In their bed.
In the bathroom, Ethan closed the door and turned on the lights. He looked at himself in the mirror, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. Scratchy. He’d probably left whisker burns on Mariella’s cheeks. And belly and thighs. He sighed and grinned. Shaving twice a day was irritating, but would be worth it for her.
He reached down to remove the condom, and froze. Evidence of his coupling with her was on the surface, and he was still half-hard. What shook him were the traces of red. Blood. She’d been a virgin? Gabriel—
He jerked off the rubber and opened the door to the bedroom, fast.
Then he stopped. She was snuggled up, dead asleep in Gabriel’s arms. The other
Mariella writhed, restlessly, riding his fingers. She pulled her mouth from Gabriel’s. “Ethan.”
“What, baby?” He kept up the steady in and out as he met her eyes. She was beautiful, lying on the white sheets, half over Gabriel, open and eager now.
“Please.”
Ethan held her gaze. She looked dazed and flushed from her arousal. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!”
He was so hard, so ready he almost let it go, but he wanted to be certain, to know she was certain. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
With a breathless voice that went straight to his heart and his cock, she said, “I want you. Now.”
Gabriel handed him a condom, and as he tore it open and sheathed himself, he watched her move restlessly against the sheets. She watched him, spread her legs, and held out her hands. He slid between her legs, propping himself up on his hands to keep his weight off her. This way he could watch her face as he slid the tip of his erection into her wetness. He was so thick and she was so tight, that he could only push in a couple of inches. He pulled back and pushed in again, harder. Her eyes closed, and she arched into his body.
“Look at me, beauty.”
Her eyes were pure silver, dazed with desire and need. He reached down and pulled her legs wider, wrapping his arms under her thighs to open her fully. She was wet, drenched with her juices. His cock, thick and heavy, was coated with them.
“Beautiful,” he murmured and teased her wet opening with short, hard strokes that had her crying out for him. Gabriel kissed her neck, played with her breasts, and, lifting her hand to his mouth, sucked her fingers into his.
Feeling her body respond, Ethan thumbed her clit, holding her belly in place with his palm. Her head thrashed on the pillow.
“Please. More.”
Her cry broke him. He thrust, all the way in, burying his hard, needy flesh in the wet velvet of her channel.
She gasped and stiffened. Ethan held steady, rocking his body slightly, until he saw the soft heat return to her eyes. Then he began stroking in and out of her fully, continuing to thumb the bundle of nerves above her opening. Sweat dripped down his forehead. He couldn’t think. Everything had been reduced to the tight, rippling heaven of her pussy and the shining silver of her eyes. He shifted slightly, and caught a sensitive place, and she came apart, crying his name and digging her fingernails into his shoulder. She came all over, moving beneath him, around him, hot and wet and so beautiful. And then he was coming, too, shooting hard into the condom and stroking, again and again and again, until he was spent. He collapsed on her, his head between her breasts.
Gabriel pulled at his arm, and realized that he was still holding her legs spread wide. “Sorry, baby.” He let them go, pushed them down against the sheets. Turning his head, he kissed her breast.
Pushing up away and out of her, he swayed slightly. He knew he’d never come that hard. Ethan watched as Mariella curled slightly into Gabriel’s arms, already dozing. Gabriel looked at him and cuddled her closer.
Ethan nodded at his best friend. She was the one, all right. Now all they had to do was convince her of that, and somehow keep her right where she was now. In their bed.
In the bathroom, Ethan closed the door and turned on the lights. He looked at himself in the mirror, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. Scratchy. He’d probably left whisker burns on Mariella’s cheeks. And belly and thighs. He sighed and grinned. Shaving twice a day was irritating, but would be worth it for her.
He reached down to remove the condom, and froze. Evidence of his coupling with her was on the surface, and he was still half-hard. What shook him were the traces of red. Blood. She’d been a virgin? Gabriel—
He jerked off the rubber and opened the door to the bedroom, fast.
Then he stopped. She was snuggled up, dead asleep in Gabriel’s arms. The other
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