Page 53 of Off The Rush
“Emma,” Luka murmurs against my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. “It’s okay. That’s what this is about, remember?”
His words reassure me, and it feels as if he’s permitted me to cross that invisible boundary. My heart races, and I look back at Alec, who seems to have been waiting for some kind of sign from me. Slowly, I close the distance, pressing my lips softly against his.
The warmth of his mouth sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel his fingers brushing against my hip, anchoring me to him. Our lips move together tentatively at first, but as the seconds pass, the hesitance fades, replaced by a growing desire for more. The taste of his lips, slightly sweet from the drinks we’ve been sharing, is intoxicating, making me crave him even more.
Slowly, we break apart, our eyes locked together as we search for reassurance in each other’s gaze. Alec’s blue eyes search mine, and I can see relief mingled with affection there. We share a small smile before returning our focus to the game at hand.
“Alright then, let’s get back to the game!” JD interjects, and we all laugh, any lingering awkwardness evaporating into the air around us.
“Left hand, red!” JD announces, and we all scramble to adjust our positions once more. The game continues, and the atmosphere remains light and playful. The previous tension has dissipated, and I can’t help but feel grateful for this time with them.
“Guys, I’m having so much fun,” I confess, smiling as I struggle to keep my balance on the slippery Twister mat. Their laughter fills the room.
We continue to play, our competitive spirits and easy banter creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and warmth. As the night unfolds, we find ourselves tangled together on the floor, laughing until our sides ache and our faces are flushed with joy.
“Man, it’s getting late,” Alec says eventually, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Emma, you’re welcome to stay the night if you want.”
“Really?” I ask, suddenly nervous about the implications of spending the night.
There are three of them and only one of me.
“Of course,” he replies, his voice soft and inviting. “You can take my bed, and I’ll crash on the couch.”
“Or,” Luka interjects with a conspiratorial grin, “you could just sleep with Alec, and JD and I can fight over you next time.”
“Works for me!” JD chimes in, giving me a playful wink.
My heart swells with gratitude for their understanding. I nod, feeling both excited and apprehensive about the night ahead. “Alright, let’s do it. But no fighting, okay?”
“Deal,” they agree in unison, and we all share a good-natured laugh before retreating to our respective sleeping arrangements for the night.
Lying in Alec’s bed, I can’t help but feel a little out of place. His scent surrounds me as I wear one of his shirts, the fabric soft and comforting against my skin. The room is dimly lit, casting shadows that dance across the walls.
Alec sits down with his back against the headboard. He, easily, lifts me up and sets me down on his lap facing him.
“Are you comfortable?” Alec asks, his voice laced with concern.
“Very,” I reply, nestling closer to him. Our bodies are so close, the warmth of his skin radiating against mine. I find myself rubbing and grinding against him, my desire growing with each subtle movement.
Alec likes me and he’s willing to share me with his roommates.
Alec takes the hint, leaning down to capture my lips in a tender kiss. It’s passionate yet sweet, like a promise shared between us.
“Hey,” I say, pulling away just enough to look into his eyes. “Are you really okay with all of this? I really like you, and I don’t want to ruin anything between us.”
Alec pauses for a moment, his blue eyes filled with sincerity. “I never thought I’d be okay with something like this either. But I’m willing to give it a trial run and see how it goes. I don’t want to lose you, Emma.”
His honesty touches me deeply, and I can’t help but lean in for another kiss. Our lips meet again, and this time, there’s an urgency to our movements that reflects our mutual desire. His hands roam over my body, every touch sending shivers down my spine, making me yearn for more.
As we continue to make out, Alec’s hand runs up and down my side before slipping under the t-shirt. His huge hand is a hot brand against my skin as he grips me.
I run my nails against his chest and feel every bump and ridge. Fuck, he is ripped.
Alec’s fingers slip under my panties, slowly brushing against me until I’m squirming in his arms. He takes his time teasing me before his fingers find their way to my clit. He rubs it gently, teasing me before plunging his fingers deeper inside me. I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he expertly finds a rhythm that has me writhing beneath him.
He feels massive as he sits below me, controlling my satisfaction. His arms flex and my eyes are glued to the way his muscles tighten.
Every pump of his fingers has pleasure building until I can’t take it anymore, my orgasm washing over me in waves. My body trembles as Alec continues to hold me, his presence a reassuring constant amid my ecstasy.
