Henry

HENRY

If Paige didn't look so blissed out, I would feel worse about everything we've done to her. Eli is propped in the corner of the couch and has her cradled against his chest. He's fucking her in long, languid thrusts. The shine across her thighs is a clear sign of her pleasure as she seems able to do little more than weakly moan.

I can't resist stroking myself as I watch, even though I've given her four orgasms over the last two hours, but I've only had one, and I want to fill her up again. The image of my cum leaking from her pussy that first night was a punch to the gut in the moment. Fucking stupid on my part, but it fuels so many of my fantasies.

The mere thought of making that same mistake right now has me on the edge.

I've waited so long for the chance to have her again, for it not to feel wrong in my head and perfect in my bones.

And she's been perfect. Innocent and submissive but determined to give us everything we ask for.

Eli rubs her back in elongated circles, and her head tips back, murmuring something I can't hear that makes him smile. His thrusts pick up, and her chin dips down. He wraps his hand in her loose ponytail to help arch her back.

The change transforms her: mouth fallen open, eyes shut tight. Paige is going to come, and she's completely silent.

Fuck, that fuels fantasies of taking her in the office, splayed out on my desk. If she can keep this quiet, the possibilities are endless.

My cock strains in my hand as she convulses in Eli's arms. He takes a firm grip of her ass and pumps into her until his body jerks and stills. He silently swears against her hair as he wriggles under her.

She's trembling, but she only gets a break for a few seconds before Jake is behind her. Eli lifts her off his dick, cum dripping as Jake slides into her.

Her low harsh moan has him seated and steady, massaging her ass and hips. She makes an appreciative noise and settles back over Eli.

Jake starts to move then, rocking her hips just enough to press her swollen clit over Eli's head and shaft.

Paige's mouth falls open again, fingers digging into Eli's ribs.

Jake snorts softly, almost a huff of air, and it's a sure sign that he's affected. He drops low, keeping her pinned between them. And her soft cries resume.

The icy fingers of need burn through me. I wait. I want to be the last one with her tonight, and I can't explain exactly what makes me feel like I have such a claim on her, but I do.

I can't allow my fears to end this a second time.

Steadying my breath, keeping everything tamped down, I relax into the way she rocks between two of my best friends. Jealousy should strangle me, because as many women as the three of us have shared, Paige is different.

Yet, somehow, I can't imagine how this would work without them. If I were alone in this, I'd only talk myself out of it.

Jake pistons into her, and her cries grow louder and longer. And when she plateaus, as she has several times, Jake wraps her hair in his fist and draws her off of Eli's chest, high enough that her full breasts stick out.

Eli has his mouth around a nipple without missing a beat, sucking hard.

Paige gives in, a hard jerk rocking through her until her muscles give out. It's like she's suspended between them, trapped in a bubble of pleasure she has no control over.

It takes my breath away, precum leaking from the head of my cock. Watching her come is my new favorite pastime. It's my new favorite thing. Period.

Eli switches breasts, and it takes a handful of thrusts before her entire body shudders. He releases her at the same time Jake does, and they hold her for the hard beating of Jake's cock until he curls over her, grinding into that tight pussy and filling her with his cum.

I take a few shallow breaths.

My turn.

I stand, and my friends smile at me in their own variations. Jake wipes her down with a towel, and Eli lifts and rolls her under him, planting a soft kiss on her mouth. He whispers something about food, but I hear her reply with water.

Once he's let her go, I'm crawling over her, enjoying the softness of her curves as I kiss along her throat. Paige tips her head back to give me better access, and the guilt I've been fighting past finally lifts.

Nibbling behind her ear has her wiggling under me. "Are you having a good time, Paige? Enjoying yourself?"

Her soft touch rakes through my hair as my hands explore, skimming the sides of her breasts, her waist, her hips and round ass, lifting her against me gently.

"Mmm. You have no idea."

"I have some idea." I lift and kiss her mouth, in no rush for this to end but glad to have her to myself.

Her grip in my hair tightens, and her knees draw up my sides. My hands follow. I didn't get to worship her the way she deserved the first time, and now's my chance to show her. I kiss her until she loses her breath, and I enjoy the way she gasps under me.

Brushing away the hair stuck to her forehead, I caress her cheek, cup behind her ear. "I didn't get to tell you before…But, you are an absolutely beautiful woman."

Paige's eyes widen a fraction before she starts to unpack everything that could mean.

Swooping in for another kiss, I tilt her hips into the right position for me to slip into her. She shivers, warmed up and sensitive, wet and tight. Her soft moan vibrates against my tongue.

Taking it slow has her a bit pliable beneath me. Now that we're not in a rush, I soak in the way Paige squeezes around me, how her fingers traipse down my spine and across my ribs. All of this skin has me drunk.

I've obsessed over this moment for the past four years.

My hips hardly thrust, rolling gently against hers and scraping my cock against every sensitive inch of her.

Pressing my forehead to hers, I sharpen the angle but don't change anything else, enjoying the small spasm of her pussy around me.

"Fuck, you feel better than I remember. And I have a damn good memory."

Her mouth parts, but she remains silent as she brushes her fingers over my lips and chin. "You've been remembering me this whole time?"

The soft disbelief in her voice punctures the most vulnerable part of me. "You have no idea."

That pliable, submissive side morphs, and she meets my miniscule thrusts, sending a new wave of pleasure through us both.

Dropping my mouth to her ear, I whisper, "I remember the rush I felt when your mouth brushed mine."

I plant a kiss at the edge of her jaw.

"I remember wanting you so much that I could hardly breathe, and then you rubbed yourself against me. I made my want transform into a need."

A small nip at her lobe has her gasping, clutching me, rocking over my cock in longer strokes. I groan into her skin.

"I had to have you. And then, you gave me your consent." I swivel my hips, earning a muted cry behind the way she bites her lower lip.

"Fuck, tearing those leggings, finding you wet and ready for me." I curl myself over her to reciprocate her thrusts, taking her a little harder. A needy noise low in her throat is all the encouragement I need.

"How hot and tight you were, but you took all of me. You came for me so easily." I lift, hovering to look down between us and watch my cock disappear inside of her like I had that night. "How little I knew about just how much pleasure I could have wrung out of you."

Paige lifts her head, watching with me. Sparks misfire down my spine, and I can't believe how much this young woman can make me feel. I've never been insatiable, but I don't want this to end. I want her all the time.

I tip my head and catch her mouth. Shoving every little thing I feel into that kiss, I don't know where this is going, but I want to know this is about more than sex and orgasms. The connection I felt that first night has only grown stronger.

Finally, she's staring into me when I pull away, and I swear she's given me full access to her. I do my best to return the favor, stroking along her cheekbone.

She is absolutely breathtaking. Her dark hair a tousled mess. Cheeks pink. Mouth plump and soft and barely parted by her gasping breaths. But those vibrant blue eyes, they draw me back every time.

Paige digs her nails into my sides, and she's arching back, eyes fluttering closed as her core squeezes me tight. Oh, God. I want to go with her, but I can't seem to let go.

But I don't let up until she's felt every scrap of pleasure from her orgasm.

Her shaky laugh has her hiding her face against my shoulder.

"What?"

"I don't think I've ever come so much in my entire life."

That has me laughing a little too. "If you can give me one more, it'll be the last one. I promise."

She nods easily, and it takes no time at all to have her revved up again. All those little noises she makes has me working her a little harder until she's merely holding on as I pound against that spot that makes her toes curl.

Stalling, I let her squirm until I take the last turn to my own end. Reaching between us, I stroke her clit, maintaining pressure as the slow change swallows her.

The spasming of her pussy triggers my orgasm, my cock pulsing hard as I fill her with my seed. Fuck, what a heady thought.

I kiss along her shoulder and neck, cuddling her for a few precious seconds before common sense says to release her. To let her rest without me inside her. To let her get clean and dressed and have that glass of water waiting for her.

But it takes me a moment to disengage. When I do, she isn't pushing me back.

"You alright?"

Paige's smile hits me straight through the ribs. "Yeah. I'm good."

I take a fresh towel from Jake and clean my cum off her, then myself. Eli hands her a glass of water with a straw, and as she drinks, Jake sets a pair of black sweats and a red flannel beside her before rubbing her knees.

"Need anything?"

"A bathroom."

"You've got it." Jake takes her water and sets it aside before he helps her to her feet and to the hall bathroom.

When she's closed behind that door, we're all looking at each other like a group of frat buddies. Giddy and guilty. I really hope she's not too sore in the morning.

I pull my clothes back on and try not to pace waiting for her to come out. When the door clicks open, I'm at attention. Her serious features waving a red flag and hardening my lungs.

Paige hugs herself around the middle, swimming in our clothes, but she doesn't wilt. "I need a ride home."

No, she can't leave yet. We have to be sure she's okay.

"It's much later than I told my roommate I'd be home, and I don't want to make Jackie wait up for me." It's clear she anticipated an argument because she forges on. "Can I borrow your driver?"

"We'll drive you home," I said, unable to let go of the extra minutes that would give me.

Paige shakes her head. "No. Just your driver."