Chapter 26

Eva was stretched out on the big round bed like a post-coital goddess—limbs loose, glowing, tits rising and falling with each breath. Her whole body still twitched from the Sybian, her skin flushed and glistening. She looked wrecked. And perfect.

Mia and Ellie were sprawled on their stomachs, flanking her on either side, face to face across Eva’s chest like twin kittens at play. Each had claimed a breast—lips wrapped around a nipple, cheeks flushed, eyes locked on each other.

They weren’t talking. They didn’t need to.

Mia suckled slowly, lazily, with wet, teasing pressure—then popped off with a soft smack that made Eva sigh, her nipple left glistening. Ellie dove in on her side, tongue flicking fast before she latched on like she meant to leave a mark. She sucked hard, eyes narrowing like it was a contest. Then pop. Mia mirrored the move on her side, just as fierce.

Back and forth. A silent dare. A slow-motion nipple duel.

It was fucking adorable. And insanely hot.

Eva whimpered, her tits jiggling slightly beneath their greedy mouths. Their rhythm was perfectly offbeat—Mia licking, Ellie sucking, each trying to outdo the other without ever breaking eye contact. Ellie let her teeth graze just enough to make Eva moan. Mia responded by circling her tongue around the areola, then slurping the nipple back into her mouth like a cherry lollipop.

I leaned down and kissed Eva while they played—a deep, slow kiss that felt like the center of the world. Her lips parted for me, sweet and aching, and my brain short-circuited.

I slid into her. Slowly. She was still soaked, still warm, holding me like she never wanted me to leave. I moved gently, watching her face go soft as her eyes locked on mine.

She looked at me like I mattered. Not just as a cock. Me.

Behind me, I felt Carl. He appeared like a ghost—quiet, grounded, sudden. One second he wasn’t there, the next he was pressed to my back, hands on my waist, lips at my neck.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispered. “You two look amazing together.”

We did. God, we did.

I kept my rhythm slow, deep. Ellie and Mia were still at it, latched onto Eva’s tits like their lives depended on it. Her breasts were slick now—spit and sweat pooling between them.

Mia licked a long line across Eva’s chest and looked up at Ellie. “Yours better be this soft.”

Ellie didn’t miss a beat. “You’ll have to earn that taste test, pipsqueak.”

Eva let out a helpless laugh between moans. “You two are ridiculous.”

“You’re welcome,” Ellie said sweetly, then closed her lips around the nipple again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked like she meant it.

I groaned—low, real, from somewhere deep.

“You’re all gonna kill me.”

Eva smiled through her pleasure. “What a way to go, huh?”

She pulled me into another kiss, her hands on my face like she was claiming me. And fuck, I was already hers.

I stayed inside her, not moving. Just there. Plugged into her, full of her. Mia and Ellie were still devouring her chest, sucking in rhythm now—two mouths, two nipples, two women completely absorbed in wrecking Eva’s body with reverent, hungry attention.

Then Carl kissed my neck. Not a peck. A kiss. Slow, open-mouthed, tongue and warmth and intent. Then another—just under my ear—that made me shiver all the way down.

His hands smoothed over my sides like he was memorizing me. “You’re amazing,” he whispered. “Can I...?”

I didn’t need to hear the rest. I nodded, already breathless.

He scooped some lube from the bedside jar—bless this house—and rubbed it gently over my entrance. His touch was firm but tender, fingers moving with the kind of practiced care that made it feel like devotion, not just desire.

I exhaled. Let go.

And then I felt him press in.

Holy. Fuck.

He was thick and warm and patient, moving with that calm, confident rhythm that felt like I was being filled with love. Not just cock. Love. He whispered to me—words I barely heard because I was lost in everything: Eva’s eyes, Carl’s breath, the wet sounds of nipple-sucking and laughter as the girls kept playing.

Mia looked up at Ellie mid-suck and whispered, “You’re drooling.”

Ellie grinned, mouth still full. “I know.”

When Carl was all the way in, we froze.

Eva’s voice came out light, half amused, half wrecked. “Okay. So Leo’s balls-deep in me. Carl’s balls-deep in Leo. Nobody can move. This is not a working system.”

She had a point.

I tried rocking my hips—nothing. Carl tried moving—awkward. The whole thing felt like a very sexy, very sweaty traffic jam.

Kari—of course—stepped in like the director of this horny film shoot. “Leo,” she said calmly, like she was giving yoga instructions. “Back out just a little. Let Eva ride you. Let Carl move inside you. Don’t try to do everything, sweetheart. Just ... connect.”

I nodded, forehead pressed to Eva’s. “You heard the woman.”

I pulled back just enough to give Eva some space. She grinned and immediately bucked up into me, slow and firm. Carl started thrusting too—gentle, controlled. It still took a few awkward beats to get the rhythm right.