know she's about to come, but he doesn't stop. He notices it too, picking up his pace and keeping up his exact cadence until she's shivering and screaming.
He kisses her hard as she comes, and I feel like I might explode right along with her. But judging by the way he's still moving, I know he's not done yet, which is good. Because I'm not done either.
Coming up for air, Ellis leans back long enough to stare down at her, brushing her hair out of her face and looking at me with a sly smile.
"I think he's ready to jump back in."
"About time," she whispers with a wicked grin as they roll over so she's on top, riding him slowly as she watches me. Getting up from my chair, I palm myself, walking toward them. Running my hands along her scalp, I grasp a handful of hair and pull her face toward me. Tangling her lips with mine, I kiss her hard, feeling her whimper into my mouth as Ellis jerks his hips upward.
I drift my hand down her spine, trailing slowly over her ass and pressing one finger over the soft entrance there. Her eyes widen as she bites her lip. When she doesn't say anything, I kiss her again and then move away toward the side table to retrieve the lube still in there.
My eyes meet his as I climb onto the bed behind her. Cool drops of lube land against the surface of my cock as I slick myself up, a shiver running up my spine watching her hips tilt for me.
"You ready?" I whisper against her back.
"Yes, please," she whines, drawing it out.
After taking a moment to prep the puckered hole, slipping a finger inside and hearing her moan, I add a second and love the way it makes her hips move faster. Then, I press the head of my cock to the tightness, pressing in, sheathed in warmth and suddenly it's like I've never felt closer to two people in my life.
The three of us cry out together. I barely move at all as Hanna rides our dicks together. She clings to Ellis with one hand and me with the other, and my eyes keep finding his as she draws herself closer and closer to another climax.
Liquid heat travels up my spine, our breaths mingling like watercolors, the three of us so blended, we’re bleeding into each other, colliding into one. No longer three separate people at all. I feel him and I feel her and soon I can’t tell who I am in this mixture. Soon it’s just us.
She lets out a strangled cry, her nails digging into my hand as I feel Ellis’s hips jerk up with the spasms of his orgasm. Hanna shudders, her legs shaking around him, and I drive into her, possessive and wild.
This is the part I love, how it feels to fall, throwing myself off the edge and spilling everything I have into her. There’s a strong, broad hand clutching my leg as I let go, and it stays there throughout the entire release until I’m panting and sweaty, leaning on her but being held up by him.
Together, Hanna and I collapse, settling each of us on either side of Ellis’s pounding heart. We lie there for a moment, catching our breaths and letting our heart rates settle into a normal rhythm. It’s silent—a comfortable silence where none of us feel the need to speak. I feel his hand against mine as I turn onto my side.
“I don’t want this week to end,” she says, gasping for air.
“Hm,” Ellis replies, kissing her on the forehead.
“It doesn’t need to,” I add.
He’s still facing her, and there’s fear racing down my spine as I remember what he said earlier. This is really over with him. I fucked him over too bad.
“So, what if we stay?” he asks, turning toward me. “What will you say to people when they ask about us?”
I swallow. “I’ll tell them it’s none of their fucking business.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. You’re still holding on to so much fear, Nash. You refuse to be vulnerable. So afraid of what others might think about you if they knew the truth.”
“I don’t care what people think.”
“No, but you know letting others in means there’s nothing standing between you and happiness. But you can’t let yourself be happy, Nash. I don’t understand why.”
“I am happy,” I whisper, turning onto my stomach and touching his lips. Hanna is resting her