Edge of Everything (Multiple POV’s)

Iris’s POV

Joe’s lips begin their slow, journey back up my body; kissing the sensitive dip of my hip, the soft curve of my stomach, lingering at the underside of my breast with his tongue. Every touch sends fresh sparks racing through me, my skin alive and hypersensitive from the earlier **** of his tongues and fingers.

Emily’s breath is hot against my ear, voice low and velvet-smooth. “I think she’s ready now, Joey.”

She’s told me what that name does to him, how it flips a switch in him, unleashes the animal beneath the calm surface. My heart stutters at the thought: can I handle him like that? Raw, relentless, claiming? My mind races with doubt, but my body answers for me. Emily said it earlier; I’m soaked. She’s right. From the moment my fingers were buried inside myself earlier, circling my clit, plunging deep while I whispered his name like a prayer, I’ve been dripping, pussy throbbing, aching to be filled.

“Let’s take her to the bed,” Emily purrs, soft but commanding.

Joe lifts me effortlessly, like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist, ankles locking behind him. His mouth crashes back onto mine, his tongue massaging mine in slow, possessive strokes. I taste myself on him, the faint sweetness of my arousal mixed with Emily’s lingering flavor. It’s intoxicating. Dirty. Perfect.

I hear the scatter of papers hitting the floor, the creak of the mattress as he lowers me gently onto my back. Emily is already there behind me, guiding my shoulders higher until I’m cradled in her lap, her thighs bracketing me. Her breasts rest softly against the crown of my skull, stroking my neck with slow, teasing nails.

Joe stands at the foot of the bed now, towering, eyes dark and burning as he takes us in; two naked women waiting, open, his.

“Look at him, Irie,” Emily whispers, fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “He’s ready for you. I can’t wait to see you take every inch.”

His gaze feels like possession. When he reaches behind his neck and yanks his shirt off in one fluid motion, the muscles of his chest and arms flex under the low light; defined, powerful, a roadmap of strength. My breath catches. I’ve never seen him like this; shirtless, raw, all man. He could do anything to me right now, and I’d beg for more.

Joe’s POV

They’re laid out before me like a fucking dream; Emily cradling Iris, her head resting just beneath the swell of Emily’s breasts, fingers gently trailing along the elegant slope of Iris’s neck, the soft curve of her cheek. Emily’s eyes are pure heat, desire, but not only for me; for this, for watching me give Iris everything she’s craved.

“Look at him, Irie,” she says, voice thick with want. “He’s ready for you. I can’t wait to see you take every inch.”

I smirk, proud of her boldness, hard at the sight of Iris’s surrender. She’s beautiful; both of them are; flushed, glistening, legs parted in invitation. I peel my shirt off with one hand, letting it drop. Iris gasps, eyes widening, drinking in the lines of my chest, the ridges of my abs. Her thighs fall open further, a delicious offering.

I’ve never let her see me like this; a few fitted tees, jeans, mostly suits, with a professional distance. Now, only thin pajama pants and boxer briefs separate us. My cock strains against the fabric, thick outline unmistakable.

I hook my thumbs into the waistband and slowly untie the knot. Iris’s gaze locks on my bulge, pupils blown, lips parted. She lifts her arms, curling them back around Emily’s shoulders like she’s anchoring herself for what’s coming.

Emily gives me the final nod; small, wicked, encouraging.

Emily’s POV

Iris’s skin is fever-hot against mine, her naked back pressed to my stomach, head pillowed just under my breasts. We could set this entire hotel ablaze with the heat rolling off us right now.

Joe stands at the foot of the bed like a king surveying his domain, smiling that slow, predatory smile that always makes my pulse race. As his thumbs hook into the waistband of his pants, I feel Iris’s breathing turn ragged, shallow little pants that make her chest rise and fall against me.

I flash back to our first intimate night together; our second date. I’d fought the urge all evening to drag him into my apartment and ride him until we both forgot our names the second he was at the door. He had offered to cook for me, and when I was helping him clean up, we broke. He lifted me onto the counter, yanked my panties down so they dangled from one ankle, and ate me out like he was still starving. Clothes followed in a frantic rush. He fucked me right there on the kitchen floor; hard, deep, relentless; then he carried me to bed where we marked each other with teeth and nails. We didn’t say “I love you” that night, but I knew. I’ve known ever since.

And now I’m holding our closest friend; our Irie; both of us bare, both of us aching… and I can’t wait for him to fuck her the same way.

I never fantasized about threesomes before tonight. But when Iris kissed him in that hallway, something ignited. I didn’t just want to share him. I wanted to give her to him. I wanted to watch her take everything he has to give. With Iris, it doesn’t feel reckless; it feels right. Natural. Inevitable.

As Joe slowly peels the pants down, revealing the thick, veiny length of his cock, Iris’s legs part wider on instinct. I feel her hold her breath, body tensing in anticipation.

Yeah… we’re about to burn this fucking place down.