Chapter 79

Abigail and Emma were lost in a haze of sweat and endorphins, moving in perfect sync as their bodies met again and again. Emma’s thighs trembled around Abigail’s waist, fingers digging into her shoulders with every deep thrust. The headboard banged against the wall in time with Abigail’s grunts, a primal rhythm that only spurred them on.

“Harder,” Emma gasped out, nails raking down Abigail’s sweat-slicked skin. “Fuck me harder, Abby.”

Abigail groaned, picking up the pace until the obscene slap of skin on skin echoed through the room. Emma was practically sobbing now, high and tight and so close, begging for just a little more.

The click of the front door registered distantly, but neither of them were in any state to care. They were too far gone, lost to everything but the slick slide of Abigail’s cock and the mounting pressure in Emma’s core.

A heartbeat, a breath, and then the bedroom door swung open. Abigail barely registered the startled gasps before Emma’s eyes fluttered open, locking with Megan’s wide ones. For a moment no one moved, the tableau frozen in shocked silence.

Then Emma laughed breathlessly, drunk on pleasure and not caring in the least. “Good timing,” she said, voice wrecked. “We could use an audience.”

Megan flushed, averting her eyes, but Ashley just smirked, leaning against the doorframe like she’d stumbled into the hottest show on earth. “Hot damn, ladies. Either you’re really loud or our penthouse has crappy soundproofing.”

Abigail grinned down at Emma, a wicked tilt to her lips. “What do you say, Em? Should we give them a show?”

Emma licked her lips, holding Abigail’s gaze as she arched up into her next thrust. “Fuck yes. Let them watch you make me come.”

Abigail kissed her fiercely, all tongue and teeth, one hand fisting in Emma’s hair while the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. She flipped Emma over onto her stomach without warning, yanking her hips back to meet her next thrust. Emma cried out, back bowing, and Abigail set a brutal pace, the smack of her hips against Emma’s ass loud and filthy.

Megan made a choked noise, hand flying up to cover her mouth. Even Ashley looked a little stunned, dark eyes locked on where Abigail’s cock disappeared into Emma’s welcoming heat with every thrust.

“Fuck, your ass is perfect,” Abigail growled, smacking Emma’s cheek hard enough to leave a handprint. “Gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for days.”

Emma keened, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. “Yes, Abby, please! Harder!”

Abigail obliged, fucking into her with abandon, chasing her own end. The room reeked of sex and sweat, the air heavy with the sounds of their exertion. Ashley palmed herself through her jeans, Megan red-faced and squirming beside her.

Emma was the first to break, back arching as she came with a ragged scream of Abigail’s name. Abigail followed a heartbeat later, hips stuttering as she spilled deep inside her, painting Emma’s walls with her release.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, chests heaving as they caught their breath. Ashley whistled low and appreciative. “Damn, I did not expect dinner and a show when we came over.”

Megan elbowed her, face still flushed. “Jesus, Ashley. They’re not exactly in any state to host right now.”

Abigail managed a lazy grin over her shoulder. “Give us ten. And make yourselves at home.”

Emma laughed breathlessly from where she was sprawled on Abigail’s chest. “There’s alcohol at the bar ad beer in the fridge. Help yourselves.”

The door clicked shut, leaving them in blissful silence. Abigail carded her fingers through Emma’s sweat-damp hair, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re incredible, Em.”

Emma smiled against her collarbone. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

They lay there for a long moment, enjoying the afterglow and each other’s company. Finally, Abigail sighed, rolling them over so Emma sprawled bonelessly across her chest. “Shower. Then food. In that order.”

Emma groaned but levered herself up on shaky legs. “Deal. But if I fall on my face in the shower, I’m blaming you.”

Abigail swatted her ass as she stumbled towards the bathroom. “I’ll be there in two. Don’t start the party without me.”

The bathroom was a whirl of steam and Laughter, Abigail taking extra care with Emma’s hair, soaping up her back, letting their fingers tangle under the spray. When they emerged a while later, wrapped in fluffy towels and rosy-cheeked, they found Megan and Ashley making themselves at home in the living room.

Megan was perched on the couch, nose buried in a book, while Ashley rifled through their record collection, holding up a Neil Young album with an approving hum. “You gals have excellent taste.”

Abigail grinned, plopping down beside Megan. “Hey, that’s my Neil. Hands off.”

Ashley laughed, setting it back and selecting another. “Kids these days. No respect for their elders.”

“You’re only two years older than me!” Abigail called as Ashley sauntered over with a smirk.

“Older and wiser,” Ashley retorted, plucking the book from Megan’s hands and setting it on the coffee table. Megan protested, but Ashley just tugged her in for a quick kiss. “Relax, babe. We’ve got all night.”