A LITTLE LOST (2)

Emma’s phone buzzed on her nightstand. She smiled despite the faint headache she’d used as an excuse to skip morning classes. The message from Alex was simple: Heard you’re sick. Jordan and I are coming over with soup and meds. Text your address.

She replied quickly, heart already racing. Her parents were gone for the weekend for some anniversary trip up the coast. The big suburban house was empty except for her.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Emma padded down stairs in a loose tank top and tiny cotton shorts, her nipples already tightening against the thin fabric. She opened the door to find Alex and Jordan on the porch, both in casual hoodies and jeans, carrying a paper bag.

“You look flushed,” Jordan said, stepping inside first. His eyes swept over her body, dark with immediate hunger.

“Not that sick,” Alex added, closing the door behind him with a decisive click. He set the bag on the kitchen counter but didn’t bother unpacking it. “We were worried. But you don’t seem feverish… yet.”

Emma backed toward the stairs, biting her lip. “My room’s upstairs. It’s more comfortable.”

They followed without hesitation.

The moment her bedroom door shut, the pretense dropped. Alex pulled her into a deep kiss, tongue sliding against hers with urgent need. Jordan came up behind her, hands gripping her hips, grinding his growing hardness against her ass. Emma moaned into Alex’s mouth as four hands roamed her body.

“Been thinking about this since last night,” Jordan growled, kissing the side of her neck. He tugged her tank top up and off in one smooth motion, exposing her full breasts. Alex broke the kiss to look down, groaning at the sight of her stiff pink nipples.

“Fuck, Emma. Perfect.”

They moved her to the bed. She lay back as they stripped quickly. Alex’s lean, toned body and Jordan’s broader, muscular frame both tense with arousal. Their cocks sprang free, thick and hard. Alex was slightly longer, Jordan thicker. Emma’s mouth watered.

Jordan knelt between her spread thighs first, peeling her shorts and panties down. “So wet already,” he murmured, running a finger through her slick folds. He lowered his head and licked a long, slow stripe up her pussy, tongue flicking her swollen clit. Emma cried out, hips bucking.

Alex climbed beside her, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand played with the other. The dual sensations made her head spin. Jordan ate her out with focused hunger. Long licks, then sealing his lips around her clit and sucking gently. Two thick fingers pushed inside her, curling against her G-spot.

“Oh god yes,” Emma gasped. Her fingers tangled in Jordan’s hair as pleasure coiled tight and fast. Alex kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans while pinching her nipples. She came hard within minutes, thighs shaking around Jordan’s head, flooding his tongue with her juices.

They didn’t give her time to recover. Alex flipped her onto her hands and knees. “I want to feel you,” he said, voice rough. He rubbed his cockhead along her dripping slit, teasing, then thrust in deep with one smooth stroke. Emma moaned loudly at the stretch. He was big, filling her perfectly.

Jordan knelt in front of her, gripping her hair gently. “Open up, baby.”

She took him into her mouth eagerly, lips stretching around his girth. The taste of him, masculine. Made her moan around his shaft. Alex started fucking her from behind in steady, deep thrusts, hands gripping her hips. The rhythm pushed her forward onto Jordan’s cock with every stroke.

“Shit, her pussy’s so tight,” Alex groaned, slapping her ass lightly. He picked up speed, balls slapping against her clit.

Jordan fucked her mouth with controlled thrusts, never too deep, praising her between grunts. “Such a good girl taking both of us.”

Emma was lost in sensation. Full at both ends, pleasure sparking through every nerve. Alex reached around to rub her clit in tight circles. Her second orgasm hit like a wave, walls clenching hard around his cock. He cursed and slowed, trying not to come yet.

They switched positions smoothly. Jordan lay on his back and pulled Emma on top, impaling her on his thicker cock. She sank down with a long moan, feeling every inch. Alex moved behind her, pressing his lubed fingers (taken from her nightstand drawer) against her tight asshole.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing her spine. One finger pushed in, then two, scissoring gently while Jordan thrust up into her pussy. The fullness was overwhelming and delicious. When Alex replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing slowly into her ass, Emma nearly screamed in pleasure.

They filled her completely. Double penetration. Alex in her ass, Jordan in her pussy moving in alternating rhythms. Emma was sandwiched between their hard bodies, skin slick with sweat. Jordan’s hands squeezed her breasts, thumbs teasing nipples. Alex gripped her hips, thrusting deeper into her tightest hole.

The pleasure was intense, almost too much. Every thrust sent sparks through her body. Their groans and dirty praises filled the room.

“Taking our cocks so well.”

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me.”

“Come for us again, Emma.”

She did. Shattering between them with a broken cry, body convulsing. The contractions pulled both boys over the edge. Jordan came first, burying himself deep in her pussy and flooding her with hot spurts. Alex followed seconds later, groaning as he emptied himself in her ass.

They stayed connected for long moments, breathing hard. Eventually they pulled out gently. Emma collapsed onto the bed, boneless and glowing. Cum leaked from both her holes, a filthy, satisfying sight.

Alex and Jordan flanked her, pressing soft kisses to her flushed skin. Jordan fetched a warm cloth from the bathroom and they cleaned her tenderly, then pulled her under the covers between them.

“Best sick day ever,” Emma whispered with a lazy smile, tracing patterns on Alex’s chest while Jordan spooned her from behind.

Alex chuckled, kissing her forehead. “We’re not leaving until your parents get back. You’re ours now.”

Jordan’s hand slid possessively over her hip. “And we’re just getting started.”

The three of them drifted into a satisfied doze, bodies tangled, the afternoon sun warming the room. Emma had never felt more wanted. Or more thoroughly claimed.