Although Carrie Really, Really Wants It, Emi Refuses. For Now.

Chapter by Hellexia

"P-Please don't." Emi whimpered, pathetically attempting to adjust herself atop you as she panted. "I mean, Carrie does but-"

"You sure?" You asked, waiting for Emi to slowly nod. "You said rough, so... uh... I guess we need a safe word or something?"

"How rough do you think I-I-I... I mean Carrie..." Emi trailed off, her borrowed face reddening even more. After a few moments, she clenched her eyes shut and leaned her head onto your shoulder, her borrowed body trembling slightly. "Nick?" Emi whispered, her voice shaky.

"What's wrong? Need a minute? Or-" You started, your words turning into a grunt as Emi slammed down onto your cock. Hard. Your toes started to curl, your entire legs tensing up as Emi bounced up and down, her moans and gasps filling your ear.

"S-Sorry. Couldn't handle Carrie's urges." A voice, a familiar one, whispered in your other ear as a hand rubbed your head. Your mind raced as you, with great effort, looked up. Emi, actually Emi, was laying beside you, her face bright red. "I don't have to explain, do I?" Emi asked, loudly gulping as Carrie, back in control of her body, let out a loud moan.

"N-No." You grunted, managing to **** a slight grin as Carrie bucked her hips and collapsed on you, her insides milking you dry as she let out a content sigh. As you panted, Carrie's lips were suddenly on yours, forcing you into a loud kiss as she started moving her hips once more.

"Carrie! Stop! He's-" Emi started, squeaking as Carrie, in one swift motion, moved her mouth over to Emi's. You'd be lying if you said the two making out, albeit with Emi not too enthusiastic about it, wasn't getting you in the mood for another round.

"You told me you could merge with me. Do it." Carrie giggled as she came up for air, glancing at you with a massive, wet smirk on her face. "Either of you. Down for anything."

"B-But-" Emi stammered, getting cut off by a finger to her lips.

"Or you two. I'm fine with anything." Carrie whispered, making you grunt as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth. "You said Emily's in there, so-"

"That's different! A-A-And..." Emi stammered, blushing as she made eye contact with you. "I... I lied Nick. Sorry."

"What do you mean?" You asked, raising an eyebrow as Carrie planted a wet, sloppy kiss on Emi's lips once more. "Is Carrie bi or something? I don't-"

"Emily and I? Friends with benefits." Carrie whispered, shooting a sideways glance at you. "Not a relationship or anything, so don't worry."

"Y-You're the one who'd always masturbate in the middle of our study sessions..." Emi whimpered, letting out a loud moan as Carrie nibbled on her neck. "S-Stop, Nick's my-"

"You said you'd handle this, didn't you? But you had to chicken out, sit and wATCH?!" Carrie began, loudly moaning as you suddenly thrusted upwards. Immediately, Carrie shifted her upper half back to you, squishing her breasts against your chest as she **** her tongue into your mouth, practically slurping up your saliva with glee.

"Looks like fusing isn't a problem for her." You said when Carrie broke the kiss to let out an exhilarated sigh. "Fuse now, talk later? Just say the word and-" You began, getting cut off by a continuation of Carrie's sloppy kissing...