Raw Erotic Orgies (A Steamy Collection)

Chapter one 

(Zara’s POV)

I was lying on my stomach across the bed, phone in my hands, scrolling without really seeing anything. The black lace thong sat high on my hips, the matching bra doing barely anything to contain me. I liked the way the air felt on my skin. I liked knowing Alex would walk in and look at me like he always did.

The bathroom door opened.

Alex stepped out with a towel hanging low on his hips, water still sliding down the hard lines of his chest and stomach. His hair was wet and messy. He looked at me the way he always did when I was half-naked, like he was already deciding how he wanted me.

“Jake’s coming over,” he said.

I lifted my head. “Again?”

“He just needs a place to crash for the night. His apartment’s getting painted.”

I didn’t answer right away. I watched him instead.

Alex let the towel drop to the floor without any shame. His cock hung heavy between his legs, thick even when soft. He grabbed the lotion from the dresser and started rubbing it into his skin, over his chest, down his stomach, along the cut of his hips. The muscles in his arms flexed with every movement. I pressed my thighs together as heat spread low in my belly. I could already feel myself getting wet.

“Fine,” I said, my voice quieter than I meant it to be. “But I’m not putting on more clothes.”

Alex smirked, eyes darkening. “Didn’t ask you to.”

He crossed the room in three steps and climbed onto the bed. His body covered mine, still warm from the shower, and then his mouth was on me. The first kiss was slow. The second was deeper. By the third I was already opening for him, tongue sliding against his, a soft sound leaving my throat.

“Alex…” I whispered against his lips. “I need you.”

He didn’t make me wait. His hand pushed between my thighs, shoving the lace aside, and two fingers pushed straight into me. I was soaked. The wet sound of it filled the room as he started fucking me with his fingers, hard, deep, no patience at all.

“Fuck…” I gasped, hips pushing back against his hand. “Just like that… please.”

He curled his fingers and rubbed that spot inside me that always made my legs shake. My phone fell somewhere onto the mattress. I didn’t care. I was already close, the pressure building fast and mean.

The doorbell rang.

I grabbed his wrist. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop, I’m so close.”

Alex didn’t pull away. He kept driving his fingers into me, faster now, thumb pressing hard against my clit. The doorbell rang again, longer this time, but he didn’t care. He leaned down and bit the side of my neck.

“Come for me first,” he muttered.

That was all it took. The orgasm ripped through me hard enough that my vision went white for a second. I moaned into the pillow, thighs clamping around his hand, pulsing around his fingers while he worked me through every last wave.

Only when my body finally relaxed did he pull his hand away. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean while I watched, still trembling.

Then he stood up, grabbed a pair of sweatpants, and pulled them on.

“I’ll get the door,” he said, voice rough.

I stayed on the bed, chest rising and falling, the ache between my legs already wanting more. I could hear Jake’s voice as soon as the front door opened, deep, familiar, and far too close.

 More wetness slid down my legs, I stood up sluggishly, threw on an oversized big shirt and headed to the living to greet my boyfriend's best friend.

We ordered takeout. Nothing special, just Thai food and cold beers. The three of us sat around the small dining table, the same table Alex and I usually ate at alone. Now Jake was there, long legs stretched out, one arm resting on the back of the chair like he belonged.

Alex and Jake talked about work, about some game that was on later, about nothing important. I barely heard them.

I was watching Jake.

He really was fine. Broader than Alex, darker hair, that sharp jaw that flexed every time he chewed. His arms looked strong under the simple black T-shirt he wore. I wondered if he had a girlfriend. I wondered what she looked like. I wondered how he fucked her, if he was rough, if he talked dirty, if he held her down or let her ride him until her thighs burned. The thought made my pussy clench around nothing. I crossed my legs under the table and tried to focus on my food.

I failed.

Every time Jake laughed at something Alex said, I felt it between my legs. Every time his eyes flicked over to me, even for a second, heat crawled up my neck.

After dinner, Jake stood and stretched. The hem of his shirt lifted just enough to show a strip of hard stomach.

“I’m gonna turn in,” he said. “Long day.”

“Guest room’s ready,” Alex told him. “Towels are in the bathroom.”

Jake nodded at both of us. “Night.”

The second the guest room door clicked shut, Alex looked at me. The air between us changed instantly.

We didn’t even make it all the way to the bed.

He pushed me against the wall the moment our bedroom door closed, mouth crashing onto mine. I kissed him back just as hard, already tugging at his sweatpants.

“Been thinking about this since you made me come earlier,” I whispered against his lips. “I need your cock.”

Alex growled, low and rough. “Yeah? You stayed wet for me all through dinner?”

“Yes.” I bit his bottom lip. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He spun me around and bent me over the edge of the bed. My thong was yanked to the side. I heard him spit into his hand, then the thick head of his cock pushed against me. He didn’t go slow. He shoved in deep in one stroke, stretching me open, and I moaned loud enough that I should have cared about the man down the hall.

I didn’t.

“Harder,” I panted. “Fuck me harder…”

Alex gripped my hips and started pounding into me. The wet sound of his cock slamming into my pussy filled the room. I pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning freely.

“Listen to how wet you are,” he muttered. “Taking my cock so fucking well. This tight little pussy is mine.”

“It’s yours,” I gasped. “Use it, fuck, just use me…”

He reached around and rubbed my clit while he fucked me. My arms shook. I reached out for something to hold and my hand knocked the side lamp. It hit the floor with a loud crash, bulb shattering, but neither of us stopped. Alex just fucked me harder, the bedframe slamming against the wall.

“You gonna come on this cock?” he asked, voice rough. “Come all over me while you’re getting fucked like a slut.”

“Yes… yes, I’m gonna,”

The door opened.

I froze mid-moan. Alex’s hips stuttered but didn’t fully stop.

Jake stood in the doorway.

His eyes went wide for half a second, then dropped, straight to where Alex’s cock was buried inside me, my ass in the air, my tits pressed against the mattress. I could see the exact moment his expression changed from surprise to something darker. Something hungry.

“I… heard a noise,” Jake said, voice tight. “Wanted to check if you guys were okay.”

His words died.

Alex finally pulled out, slow enough that Jake could see everything. I stayed where I was, chest heaving, pussy throbbing and empty.

Jake’s gaze dragged over my body one more time. Then lower. I saw the thick swelling in his sweatpants, impossible to miss.

“Shit. Sorry,” he muttered, already stepping back. “I’ll… go.”

He closed the door behind him.

I stayed bent over the bed, heart slamming, the image of Jake’s eyes and the hard outline of his cock burned into m

y mind.

Alex’s hand slid up my spine.

“You saw it too,” he said quietly.

I swallowed.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I saw it.”