Emma Interlude: Round Two

I paused at the door. “I’m going to leave the door open, Isaac. Let you hear what it sounds like when a woman finally gets a proper fuck. Oh, and no peeking. I know you might be tempted to cheat, but it’s pointless to try and copy things you’ll never be able to replicate.”

The look of sheer hurt on Isaac's face had two very different effects on me. The first was arousal. I couldn't even begin to describe how powerful digging my claws into my boyfriend's heart and ripping made me feel, and how much it turned me on. The second, though was concern. I knew how much I could hurt him. I knew how much I was hurting him. The normal part of me wanted to stop the game, rush over and wrap him in a hug.

The only thing that stopped me was that he hadn't said the word. In some twisted way, he enjoyed this as much as I did.

Smiling smugly, I turned into his bedroom. Mike was already naked on the bed as I had asked, his mouth open in question as he looked between me and where he assumed Isaac was. I quickly put a finger to my lips and crawled onto the bed, pushing him down onto his back. "We're just acting, Mike. It's okay," I said quietly.

He looked back at the doorway for a moment. "Okay ... It just sounded ..."

I kissed his forehead, and then his lips. Unlike last time, he responded quickly, slipping his tongue into my mouth as we made out. I pulled back, smirking. "Someone's learned some new tricks."

Mike blushed and wiped his lips.

"We don't have to do this, Mike. I want to and Isaac wants to, but if you don't feel comfortable, say the word and we stop."

He hesitated, and I held his gaze. Then he brushed my hair behind my ear and started to lean in for a kiss. I grinned and met him halfway, our lips locking as his hands went to my skirt. As he fiddled with the button and slowly pulled it down, he pulled away. "Not sure if I'll ever really be comfortable with all this, but you're the girl who made me not a virgin anymore."

I took off my shirt and pecked him on the lips. "You don't owe me anything, Mike."

"Okay," he said. The sincerity in his eyes told me he had heard me, so when his hands went behind my back and clipped open my bra, I grinned.

Brushing it off, he palmed my breasts, and I felt his hardening cock press against my panties. For my part, I was already turned on from teasing Isaac, and the knowledge that he was barely metres away, his presence pulling at my brain like a magnet, had me dripping wet. I ground myself against him, sucking in shallow breaths as he rubbed against my clit. Fuck, I was already breathless and he wasn't even inside me yet.

"Let's see what else you've learned," I grinned. Abruptly, I climbed off him and swept my panties down my legs in one smooth motion, then put a hand on my hip. "So, Mike ... How do you want to fuck me?"

He smiled nervously, his cock standing to attention. I spat on my hand and stroked him, then pulled a condom out of Isaac's drawer and cracked it open. "Sarah likes my doggystyle," he suggested, his voice quavering a little as I rolled the condom on.

I kissed him on the cheek. "Doggystyle it is." He grinned, watching as I took up a position on all fours on the bed. Smirking, I glanced over my shoulder and saw him with his eyes glued to my ass, and jolted by my stare, he crawled onto the bed after me and lined himself up, the tip of the condom brushing my wet lips.

Gripping my hips, he pressed into me.

I moaned as his cock pushed my walls apart. The sensation was good, yes, but I wouldn't normally express it. With that magnet in my head, though, pulling my thoughts to the doorway and beyond ... I wanted him to hear how much I enjoyed being fucked. Mike pulled back, and I pushed my ass backwards to take him inside me again as another moan escaped my lips. I wanted him to hear how I was his slut.

With each thrust came another ripple of pleasure and another moan. I didn't even see the pillow in front of me, as my vision filled with Isaac's **** face, watching his best friend take me from behind. The thought sent shivers down my spine as Mike kept thrusting, not fast, just steady. It was almost hypnotic, the way his grip on my hips would tighten as he pulled me back onto his cock and pushed forwards, and then loosen again as I slid forwards until only his head was inside me. He was good, I had to admit. Doing just enough to keep the pleasure building, while keeping enough in the tank for himself.

I twisted to look over my shoulder at him, sweat gluing my hair to my forehead. His mouth was slightly open, and he had a thin sheen of sweat as he looked down at me, his eyes wide as he drank in every inch of my body. I smiled breathlessly up at him. "Mike," I moaned, loud enough for my voice to carry out of the room. I could only imagine what that simple word would do to Isaac. What it did to me, on the other hand ...

Reaching behind me, I took hold of Mike's hand and moved it up my body to my tits, where I made him linger. He squeezed me, toyed with me like a plaything, and I moaned as he rolled my nipple between his fingers, with his beautiful, hard cock thrusting into me all the while. Then I moved his hand further up my body to the back of my neck, where I helped him gather my hair into his fist, He looked down at me, hesitating, but I just nodded and bit my lip, begging for it with my eyes.

Slowly, his grip tightened, and I felt my head being pulled back as he began thrusting harder. I wanted him to use me, and he gave me exactly what I wanted, using my hair like reins as he pounded the air from my lungs. “Oh! Oh, Mike! Fuck! Jesus Christ, Mike! Oh my god!”

It wasn't just that he was thrusting harder, I realized through the haze of pleasure. Him pulling my hair had made me arch my back, shifting the angle and making it feel so much deeper than before. Clearly it had the same effect on him, because he was groaning when I glanced over my shoulder with a pleasure-wracked grin. He caught my eye.

“Fuck, Emma. You are so fucking beautiful.”

I couldn't form a proper response. “Fuck me, Mike. So fucking good! Mike!”

The magnet that pulled my thoughts to the doorway tugged harder as I cried out with pleasure, Mike's cock driving me crazy. I loved every second of it. The knowledge that my cute, loving boyfriend was in the next room, listening as another man pleasured me beyond belief made it all the sweeter, and I bit my lip and moaned through my teeth.

Then Mike pulled my hair so that I was lifted off my hands, my back in a crescent as he wrapped his other arm around my stomach, and the angle was suddenly perfect. “Right there!” I cried out. “Right there, Mike. Just like that. Oh. Oh, god! Mike. I’m—Yes, yes, yes! Mike. Mike. Miiike!”

I screamed his name as the orgasm tore through me, that little magnet in my head giving me the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. My knees quivered, and I gasped for air as he continued thrusting into me, still holding me up by my hair as I whimpered and trembled in his embrace. I felt like I was underwater, everything around me blurry and muted. Only his cock and that little magnet were clearly defined.

"Emma," Mike groaned into my ear.

"Cum,” I cried out. “Cum for me, Mike!”

Groaning, he pulsed inside me. Somewhere along the way, he let go of me, and I collapsed face-first into the pillow, moaning as he finished spurting and pulled out of my satisfied pussy. I barely had the energy to roll onto my side, gasping for air as he sank down next to me looking just as exhausted as I felt. A grin split my face, and he grinned back.

"You're ... way better at this ... than you were before," I panted.

"Thanks." Sheepish, he ran a hand through his sweaty hair. "You're still just as beautiful." His eyes went wide as he realized what he had said. "Not like that, you're not my type, I just --"

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up and get dressed." I gave him a smile.

He nodded and started struggling back into his clothes as I got my breath back. By the time he was dressed, I was mostly recovered, and I hopped up and grabbed him before he could leave. "Mike ... Did you enjoy that?"

Frowning, Mike looked at me. "Of course I did. I mean ..." He waved a hand at my naked body.

"Good. I enjoyed it too." I held his gaze, making sure he heard me, then leaned forwards and, with an evil grin stretching across my face, whispered in his ear. "But if you could tell Isaac how good a fuck I was ..."

Mike opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and just nodded. With that, I gave him a peck on the cheek and lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Waiting for Isaac to find me naked and very, very satisfied.