Chapter 138: His Turn
Gwen leaned closer, her lips brushing the edge of his jaw. "No, you don't."
Ethan turned his head and caught her mouth. Gwen yielded immediately, letting him kiss her, but she kept the game alive. She pressed her naked body flush against him, her skin radiating heat, while deliberately keeping her hips just out of reach. Ethan's hands tightened on the armrests, his patience entirely spent.
When he finally lifted his hands to pull her in, Natasha's voice came from the bed.
"Wait."
Gwen immediately broke the kiss, laughing softly against his lips.
The teasing lasted only long enough to remind him that they were still controlling the room. Ethan let out a slow, heavy breath and looked past Gwen toward the bed.
"How long is 'almost' supposed to last?" Ethan asked.
Natasha didn't answer him directly. She looked at Gwen. A silent, charged look passed between them.
Then Natasha looked back at Ethan. "Now."
Ethan's hands left the armrests immediately.
He caught Gwen by the waist and pulled her fully onto his lap. The restraint of the last half hour vanished. Their kiss became considerably rougher, his hands moving possessively down her bare back and squeezing her ass, and Gwen discovered very quickly that making him sit there and watch for the last half hour had consequences.
But before the moment could become Ethan and Gwen alone, the mattress shifted.
Natasha left the bed and stepped up behind Gwen. She leaned over Ethan's shoulder, her hair brushing against his neck, and kissed Gwen deeply. Ethan's hands slid upward, one tangling in Gwen's hair and the other catching Natasha's bare waist.
Gwen sat straddling Ethan's lap with her bare thighs bracketing his hips, Natasha kissed Gwen over his shoulder, and Ethan finally had his hands on both of them at once.
Ethan pulled Gwen back into another kiss, only for Natasha's hand to slide down her stomach and steal her attention. When Ethan turned and caught Natasha's mouth instead, Gwen arched against the hand still gripping her body.
Eventually, Gwen pulled back slightly, her hands resting against Ethan's chest. She looked down and became very aware that Ethan was still fully dressed while she was completely naked and Natasha wore only her black bra.
"You're overdressed," Gwen murmured.
She slid down from his lap to the floor between his spread knees. Natasha understood exactly where Gwen was going. She unhooked her bra, tossed it onto the bed, and knelt beside her.
Gwen pushed Ethan's pants and underwear down his thighs, her hands tracing the hard lines of his legs while Natasha leaned in and took his cock into her mouth. Gwen shifted lower, her fingers and tongue gently working over his balls. The contrast of Natasha's wet, practiced heat sliding down his shaft and Gwen's soft touches made Ethan's jaw clench.
A moment later, Natasha pulled away, shifting her attention lower, and Gwen immediately took her place, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Their rhythm lasted only a few moments before Gwen caught Natasha by the chin and kissed her, leaving Ethan to watch them make out over his cock. Ethan's hands tangled in their hair, his breathing turning ragged as they seamlessly traded him back and forth.
He eventually reached the point where remaining in the chair was completely unbearable.
Ethan stood up abruptly.
Gwen laughed, a bright, triumphant sound, immediately realizing he was finished obeying rules.
Ethan caught Gwen around the waist, lifting her naked body against him. Natasha followed close beside them, one hand on Ethan's shoulder. Gwen twisted toward her for another kiss while Ethan carried her the rest of the way to the bed.
They fell onto the mattress in a loose, tangled heap.
Ethan kissed Natasha while Gwen's hands moved over both of them. Gwen kissed Ethan while Natasha's fingers traced the sensitive curve of Gwen's spine.
Gwen finally broke away from Natasha's mouth. Her hand ran firmly down Ethan's chest as she swung one leg over him and settled above his hips.
Gwen settled over him and sank slowly down his cock, a long breath leaving her as her hands flattened against his chest. For the first few movements, she had the pace exactly where she wanted it.
Natasha moved in beside them before Gwen could enjoy that control for long, wrapping an arm loosely around her waist.
As Gwen began to ride Ethan, Natasha started kissing her neck, her hands cupping Gwen's bare breasts and rolling her hardening nipples between her fingers. Gwen found herself dealing with Ethan's thick shaft thrusting upward from below while Natasha ruthlessly intensified every sensation from the side.
Gwen planted her hands on Ethan's chest, trying to establish a steady, driving rhythm. It worked for about thirty seconds. Then Natasha caught her earlobe between her teeth while twisting her thumb sharply over Gwen's nipple. Ethan's hips snapped upward at the exact same moment.
Gwen gasped, her arms buckling slightly as her rhythm fractured. She was forced to brace her forearms against Ethan's chest to keep from collapsing, but she refused to stop.
To reach her better, Natasha crawled slightly upward over Ethan's chest, kissing Gwen deeply. Ethan's hands naturally caught Natasha's bare hips to keep her steady. Gwen noticed exactly where Natasha had ended up and gave her a highly amused look.
Natasha caught Gwen's expression and understood immediately.
She shifted forward, swinging a leg over his chest to straddle his face.
Gwen rode his hips, her breath catching as the angle changed. Above her, Ethan's mouth and tongue went to work on Natasha, licking a hot, wet stripe right over her clitoris.
Natasha planted one hand beside Ethan's head and leaned forward. Her free hand caught Gwen behind the neck and pulled her into another hard kiss while Gwen kept moving over Ethan's hips. Gwen cupped Natasha's breasts between them, thumbs dragging over her nipples as Natasha pressed closer.
She climaxed, her nails digging fiercely into Natasha's hip and Ethan's shoulder as a loud, sustained moan ripped from her throat. Her inner walls clenched violently around his shaft. Gwen folded forward, catching herself against Ethan while one arm wrapped instinctively around Natasha's waist.
She stayed folded against Ethan for several seconds, chest heaving, one arm still hooked around Natasha's waist.
Natasha shifted, her lips brushing Gwen's ear. "Still jealous?"
Gwen didn't even open her eyes. "Shut up, Romanoff."
Gwen eventually slid off his cock, dropping onto the mattress beside them, but she didn't retreat.
Natasha finally eased back from Ethan's face, and he caught her around the waist before she could settle beside Gwen.
They kissed, Ethan's hands sliding smoothly down Natasha's bare sides. Gwen remained involved, reaching out to trace the curve of Natasha's stomach.
As Ethan drove his cock inside the spy, Natasha gasped, her back arching off the sheets. Gwen kept her hand moving lower, trying to replicate the touches she had experimented with earlier.
Instead of just letting her guess, Natasha reached down, caught Gwen's hand in her own, and deliberately guided her fingers right against her wet clitoris.
Gwen stayed right beside them, her bare body pressed closely against Natasha. Gwen kissed her deeply, using her hands on Natasha's hips to push her back against Ethan's thrusts.
Natasha cried out, her back bowing off the mattress as she finished, her fingers digging hard into Ethan's shoulders.
Gwen noticed the change in Ethan before Natasha did. His thrusts had lost their measured rhythm, his jaw was locked tight, and every time Natasha clenched around him his breathing grew rougher.
Gwen leaned close to his ear and murmured something filthy about the way Natasha was squeezing his cock.
Natasha caught on just as quickly. She lifted her hips into the next thrust and squeezed hard around his cock.
Ethan gave Gwen a dark, warning look.
It only encouraged her. Gwen laughed, kissed his jaw, and ran her hands down his chest while Natasha pulled him deeper.
Natasha cried out, her back bowing off the mattress as she finished, her pussy throbbing around him. Ethan followed a second later, pushed completely over the edge by both of them, his voice rough as he finished deep inside her.
Gwen smiled against his skin, immensely satisfied at finally seeing Ethan lose the last of his control.
Afterward, the three of them remained tangled together in the center of the bed. They were sweaty, thoroughly exhausted, and completely amused.
Gwen let out a long breath and naturally spread her limbs out, taking up entirely too much of the mattress and draping half her weight across Natasha's bare legs.
"You're heavy," Natasha complained, her voice muffled against the pillows.
"Superhero muscle," Gwen mumbled, keeping her eyes closed.
Ethan shifted his weight, pulling the sheet loosely over them. "You two were a lot quieter when you were busy."
Gwen instantly lifted her head. "I can get busy again."
Both Ethan and Natasha groaned in exhausted unison.
The bedroom settled into a comfortable, heavy silence. Gwen fell half-asleep, her cheek resting against Ethan's chest. Natasha shifted closer into the remaining space, throwing an arm lazily across his waist and closing her eyes.
"Next time, I pick the rules," Ethan muttered to the ceiling.
Gwen smiled against his skin. "We'll see."
Natasha's voice came lazily from his other side. "Unlikely."
Ethan stared at the ceiling.
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