Relentless (Multiple POVs)

(Joe’s POV)

Iris was still leaning back against Emily’s shoulder, hands braced on my thighs, chest heaving as the aftershocks of her orgasm slowed. Sweat glistened on her bronzed skin, as her chest rose and fell. Her eyes fluttered open and found mine; dark, hazy, full of lingering pleasure and fresh hunger. Emily’s fingers never stopped moving; slow circles on Iris’s clit, gentle but insistent, drawing out soft whimpers.

Emily looked up at me, lips swollen, eyes blazing. “She’s ready for more,” she whispered, voice thick with command and desire. “Give it to her, baby. Give her everything.”

I gripped Iris’s waist; fingers digging into soft flesh; and pulled her down hard. She gasped, back arching, pussy clenching around me like a fist. I rose to my knees, lifting her with me, her legs locking tight around my waist. I was still buried deep, throbbing, edging myself on the razor’s edge of release. I could have filled her right then; pumped her full while she came again, Emily’s hand on her clit, my cock pulsing inside her; but I wanted her to beg. I wanted Emily to beg me to give it to her.

I laid Iris on her back, sliding her toward the foot of the bed. I planted my hands on either side of her head, caging her in. Her legs fell open wide; inviting, ****, dripping. I stretched over her, feet bracing against the mattress, muscles coiled. She looked up at me, eyes wide, lips parted, ready.

I rose... then drove into her.

The thrust jolted her whole body. A sharp, breathy yelp tore from her throat as I bottomed out, cock slamming deep. I pulled back slow; letting her feel every inch dragging along her walls; then thrust again, harder, hips snapping. Another yelp, eyes flying wide. I set a punishing rhythm; pulling back slow, slamming home fast; each impact rocking her forward, breasts bouncing, the bed creaking under us.

Emily knelt beside us, eyes dark with lust. “Feels good when he fucks you like that, doesn’t it?” she purred, voice dripping like honey. “Hard and deep, stretching you wide.”

Iris could only moan; air punched out of her with every thrust, body jolting under mine. I grunted with each drive, hips snapping, cock plunging deep, feeling her pussy grip and flutter around me.

“Fuck her, baby,” Emily urged, voice low and filthy. “Fuck her good. Fuck her hard.”

I did. Harder. Deeper. Relentless.

(Emily’s POV)

I watched Joe fuck her; his powerful body rising and falling, hips snapping forward, driving into Iris with controlled ****. Her yelps turned to broken moans, the bed shaking with every thrust, headboard slamming rhythmically against the wall. Iris’s head slipped back, hanging off the edge of the mattress, throat exposed, her entire body bouncing with each impact. She was beautiful like this; lost, open, completely surrendered.

I bent down, cradling her head in one hand, fingers threading through her hair. Her brow was furrowed, eyes half-closed in rapture. She opened them for a moment, locking onto mine, and smiled; soft, dazed, blissful.

“He feels so good, Emmy,” she gasped between thrusts.

“I know,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her; slow, deep, tasting the salt of her sweat and the lingering sweetness of our earlier kisses.

Joe’s rhythm never faltered; hard, deep, claiming. Iris’s moans vibrated against my lips.

A sharp knock at the door cut through the haze; steady, insistent.

I pulled back, lips tingling, and glanced toward the sound. Another knock. Louder.

Joe and Iris were lost in each other; their hips snapping, her cries rising. They hadn’t heard.

I smiled; slow, wicked; and looked back at them.

“Don’t you two fucking stop,” I commanded, voice low and firm.

I rose from the bed, naked except for my stilettos, skin still flushed and slick from earlier. I walked to the door—hips swaying, breasts bouncing softly with each step; ready to apologize… or maybe brag.

Because we still had plenty of time left tonight.

And we were nowhere near done.