Chapter 639 - 633: Louder

Eli’s fingers traced idle circles on Atlas’s chest for only a short while before they grew bolder again. She propped herself up on one elbow, looked down at him, then at Clara, and gave a short, rough laugh.

"A few more minutes isn’t going to be enough," she said. Her voice was still low, but the practical edge had returned with a distinctly filthy undertone. "I can still feel him leaking out of me. And Clara’s already wet again—I can smell it."

Clara’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she did not deny it. Her hand, still resting on Atlas’s stomach, slid lower until her fingers brushed the base of his cock, sticky and half-hard again from the residual heat of the last round.

"She’s not wrong," Clara murmured. Her voice was quieter than Eli’s, but the words were clear. "I want more."

Atlas’s cock twitched under her touch. Eli noticed and grinned, sharp and hungry.

"Then get on your back," she told Clara. "I want to watch him fuck you while I sit on your face."

Clara obeyed without hesitation. She shifted onto her back on the narrow mattress, thighs falling open. Atlas moved between them at once. He was already hardening fully again; the sight of Clara waiting for him, combined with Eli’s blunt orders, was enough. He pushed into her in one smooth thrust.

Clara’s moan came out louder than before—unrestrained, high and needy.

"Ah—fuck, yes—"

Eli swung a leg over Clara’s head and settled her still-slick cunt directly onto her mouth. "Make her louder," she told Atlas, voice rough. "I want to hear both of you."

Atlas set a harder pace than earlier, driving into Clara with deep, steady strokes that made the bed frame complain loudly. Clara’s moans vibrated against Eli’s cunt every time he bottomed out. Eli braced one hand on the wall and ground down, riding Clara’s tongue with open, shameless rolls of her hips.

"That’s it—suck me while he fucks you," Eli groaned. "God, your mouth feels good. Atlas, harder. She can take it."

Atlas obeyed. He hooked Clara’s legs higher over his arms and fucked her deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the small room. Clara’s muffled cries grew louder, broken by the need to keep licking and sucking Eli. Every time Atlas thrust particularly hard, Clara’s moan turned into a desperate, high-pitched sound against Eli’s clit.

"Fuck—yes—just like that," Eli panted. "Don’t you dare stop. I want to come on her tongue while you’re still buried in her."

Clara’s hands gripped Eli’s thighs hard enough to leave marks. Atlas reached down and rubbed tight circles over Clara’s clit with his thumb in time with his thrusts. Clara’s whole body jerked.

"I’m—close—" she managed against Eli’s cunt, the words half-moaned.

"Then come," Eli ordered, grinding down harder. "Come on his cock while I use your mouth."

Clara shattered with a loud, broken cry that Eli felt more than heard. Her cunt clenched hard around Atlas, pulsing. The force of it pulled a deep groan from him, but he held back, still thrusting through her orgasm. Eli followed almost immediately, thighs shaking as she came on Clara’s tongue with a low, guttural moan of her own.

"Fuck—yes—take it—"

She stayed seated on Clara’s face through the aftershocks, only lifting off when the sensitivity became too much. Clara gasped for air, lips shiny, eyes dark and dazed.

Atlas was still hard and buried inside her.

Eli looked at him, breathing hard, and gave another sharp grin.

"You’re not done. Pull out. I want you in my mouth while she recovers, then you’re going to fuck me again until I can’t walk straight tomorrow."

Atlas pulled out of Clara with a wet sound. She made a soft, protesting noise at the loss, but Eli was already moving. She pushed Atlas onto his back again and took his slick cock into her mouth in one smooth motion, tasting both him and Clara.

She sucked hard, no teasing, taking him deep. Atlas’s head dropped back against the mattress with a rough groan.

"Eli—"

She pulled off just long enough to speak, voice low and filthy.

"You filled me twice already and you’re still this hard. Good. I want it again."

She went back down, hollowed her cheeks, and worked him with the same focused intensity she brought to everything else. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach; the other cupped and squeezed his balls. Atlas’s hips twitched upward. Eli took it without complaint, moaning around his cock whenever he pushed deeper.

Clara recovered enough to shift onto her side and watch. Her hand slid between her own legs, fingers moving slowly over her still-sensitive clit while she stared at the way Eli’s lips stretched around Atlas.

"She looks so good sucking you," Clara said, voice soft but clearly aroused. "Does it feel as good as it looks?"

"Better," Atlas managed, voice strained.

Eli pulled off again, a string of saliva connecting her lower lip to the head of his cock.

"Enough." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and climbed back over him. "I want you to fuck me properly this time. Hard. I want to feel it in my legs when I try to walk tomorrow."

She sank down onto him in one motion, taking every inch. Both of them groaned—Eli louder than before, Atlas’s hands flying to her hips.

"God, you’re still so fucking tight," he muttered.

"Then stretch me," Eli shot back, already rolling her hips. "Come on. I know you can go harder than that."

Atlas sat up, wrapped one arm around her waist, and flipped them without pulling out. Eli landed on her back with a surprised, delighted laugh that turned into a sharp moan when he started thrusting in earnest—deep, powerful strokes that made the bed slam lightly against the wall.

"Yes—fuck—just like that—"

Clara moved closer, kneeling beside them. She leaned down and kissed Eli deeply while Atlas fucked her, one hand playing with Eli’s breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples. Eli moaned into Clara’s mouth, the sound loud and unrestrained.

"Harder," Eli demanded when the kiss broke. "Atlas—harder. I want to come screaming."

He gave it to her. The wet, filthy sounds of their bodies meeting filled the storage room. Eli’s moans grew louder with every thrust, raw and honest.

"Fuck—yes—right there—don’t stop—I’m going to—"

She came hard, back arching, a loud, broken cry tearing from her throat as her cunt clamped down around him. Atlas kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release. Clara’s fingers found Eli’s clit and rubbed fast, messy circles, drawing the orgasm out until Eli was shaking and nearly sobbing with overstimulation.

"Come in me," Eli gasped. "Fill me again—I want to feel it running out of me when we go back upstairs."

That was all it took. Atlas buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural groan, pulsing heavily inside her. Eli moaned at the sensation, still twitching around him.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, tangled heap. Clara stretched out beside them, one leg thrown over both, fingers lazily stroking through the mess where Atlas and Eli were still joined.

For a long moment the only sounds were harsh breathing and the distant river.

Eli eventually let out a breathless, satisfied laugh.

"Okay," she said. "Now the lamp can burn out."

Clara smiled against Atlas’s shoulder. "Lara is definitely going to know exactly what we were doing."

"Good," Eli replied. She turned her head and kissed Atlas, slow and thorough, then did the same to Clara. "Let her smell it on us. Logistics are still sound... and I’m going to feel this every time I sit down tomorrow."

Atlas’s arms stayed wrapped around both of them. The narrow bed was a disaster of sweat, come, and tangled limbs. None of them made any move to leave just yet.

The river kept its steady sound outside.

Upstairs, the wide bed and the fourth member of the household waited.

They would return soon.

But not quite yet.

Eli shifted first, still seated on Atlas, feeling the slow leak of him out of her. She reached down and pushed two fingers inside herself, scooping some of the mess and bringing it up to Clara’s mouth. Clara licked it off without hesitation, eyes on Eli the whole time.

"Still want more?" Eli asked her.

Clara nodded. "Yes."

Atlas’s cock, soft now, gave a weak twitch against Eli’s thigh at the words. Eli laughed under her breath and climbed off him. She stretched out on her side facing Clara and pulled the other woman in close. Their bodies pressed together, slick and warm. Eli slid a hand between Clara’s legs and pushed two fingers into her without warning. Clara’s breath hitched.

"Still open from him," Eli said. "Good. I’m going to finger you until you come again while he watches. Then he can decide if he’s ready for another round."

Clara’s hips moved against Eli’s hand. Atlas propped himself up on one elbow, watching. His cock was already starting to thicken again at the sight.

Eli worked her fingers in and out of Clara with steady pressure, curling them to hit the spot that made Clara’s thighs tense. She used her thumb on Clara’s clit at the same time, rough circles that matched the pace of her thrusts. Clara’s moans started quiet and built fast.

"Louder," Eli told her. "I said I wanted to hear both of you earlier. That includes you now."

Clara obeyed, voice rising. Atlas reached over and cupped one of Clara’s breasts, thumb brushing the nipple. Eli leaned in and took the other nipple into her mouth, biting lightly. Clara’s cunt clenched around her fingers.

"I’m close again," Clara gasped.

"Then do it," Eli said against her skin. "Come on my hand."

Clara did, body locking up, a sharp cry leaving her throat. Eli kept working her through it until Clara pushed at her wrist, oversensitive. Eli pulled her fingers free and wiped them on Clara’s thigh.

Atlas was fully hard again. Eli looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Your turn to choose. Her or me."

"Both," he said.

Eli grinned. "Greedy. Fine. Get behind me. Clara, on your back again. I’m going to eat her while you fuck me."

They rearranged. Clara lay back. Eli settled between her spread thighs and lowered her mouth to Clara’s cunt, still wet and swollen from everything that had already happened. Atlas moved in behind Eli, gripped her hips, and pushed into her in one long stroke. Eli moaned against Clara’s clit at the sudden fullness.

Atlas set a hard, steady pace right away. Every thrust pushed Eli’s mouth harder against Clara. Eli licked and sucked, messy and focused, while Atlas fucked her deep. The room filled with the wet sounds of it all—skin, mouths, the bedframe protesting again.

Clara’s hands tangled in Eli’s hair. "Fuck—Eli—don’t stop—"

Eli didn’t. She kept her tongue working while Atlas drove into her. He reached around and found Eli’s clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Eli’s moans vibrated against Clara.

Clara came first this time, thighs clamping around Eli’s head, a long broken sound leaving her. Eli kept licking her through it until Clara twitched and tried to pull away. Then Eli lifted her head, breathing hard.

"Harder," she told Atlas. "Make me come."

He did. He fucked her with short, powerful strokes that made her whole body rock forward. His fingers stayed on her clit. Eli came with a raw cry, cunt squeezing him tight. Atlas followed seconds later, burying himself deep and pulsing inside her again.

They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then Atlas pulled out. Eli felt him leak out of her immediately. She reached back, scooped some up, and offered her fingers to Clara. Clara sucked them clean.

Eli rolled onto her back between them. Atlas lay on one side, Clara on the other. Hands wandered without urgency now—stroking skin, tracing the mess between thighs, occasionally brushing a cock or a cunt just to feel the residual heat.

"We’re going to smell like this for hours," Clara said quietly.

"Good," Eli answered. "Lara can deal with it. Or join next time if she wants."

Atlas’s hand settled on Eli’s stomach. "You two are going to kill me."

"Not yet," Eli said. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, still half-hard and slick. She stroked him slowly. "One more. Then we go upstairs."

Clara shifted closer and kissed Eli’s shoulder. "Where do you want him?"

"In me," Eli said. "One more time. Then I’m done."

Atlas moved over her. Clara helped guide him in. He pushed into Eli slowly this time, both of them already sensitive. Eli wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. Clara stayed close, one hand between them, fingers brushing where they joined and occasionally rubbing Eli’s clit.

The pace stayed slower but deep. Eli’s moans were quieter, more exhausted, but she didn’t tell him to stop. Atlas fucked her until she came one last time, a trembling, drawn-out orgasm that left her shaking. He followed right after, filling her again.

When he pulled out, Eli stayed on her back, legs open, feeling everything leak out of her onto the already ruined mattress. Clara leaned down and licked some of it up without being asked. Atlas watched, chest still rising and falling hard.

Eli finally sat up. Her legs felt unsteady. She looked at both of them and gave a tired but satisfied smile.

"Now we’re done. Lamp can go out. Upstairs after we clean up enough not to leave a trail."

Clara nodded. Atlas reached for the cloth they’d left earlier. They wiped what they could, but the smell of sex still clung to all three of them. Eli pulled her clothes back on carefully, wincing a little when she stood. Clara did the same. Atlas dressed last.

They left the storage room together. The river sound followed them up the stairs. The wide bed waited. Lara would know the second they walked in.

None of them cared.

Eli still felt Atlas inside her with every step. Clara’s thighs were sticky. Atlas’s hand rested on the small of Eli’s back as they climbed.

The night was far from over, but this part of it was finished.

For now.