I barely had time to yank my shorts and tank top back on before Liam's cum started leaking down my inner thighs. It was warm, sticky, and so much of it that I could feel it soaking into the fabric of my panties the second I pulled them up. My legs were still shaky, my pussy throbbing from the way he'd stretched and filled me. I didn't even look at him as I slipped out of his room heart hammering so loud I was sure the whole house could hear it.
The hallway was empty.
For half a second I thought I'd made it.
Then I slammed straight into a solid chest.
Jake.
My brother's hands caught my shoulders to steady me, and I froze like a deer in headlights. His eyes sharp, the same dark brown as mine narrowed instantly.
"Emma? You okay?" His voice was low, concerned, but there was an edge to it. "You look… flushed. And you're breathing like you just ran a mile."
I forced a laugh that sounded fake even to my own ears. "Yeah totally fine. Just… tripped over my own feet coming out of the bathroom. Clumsy as always, right?" I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, hoping he couldn't see the way my nipples were still hard under my thin tank top or smell the sex on my skin.
Jake's gaze flicked past me toward Liam's closed door, then back to my face. He didn't move out of my way. "Where's Liam? I thought I heard voices earlier."
My stomach dropped. "He's in his room," I said quickly, nodding toward the door like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Probably crashed after the drive. You know how he gets."
Jake stared at me a beat too long. Suspicion flickered across his face, but he just gave a small shrug. "Alright. If you say so."
I nodded again, too fast, and slipped past him before he could ask anything else. My bare feet padded down the hall toward my own room at the end. The second I was inside I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, eyes squeezed shut.
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.
I'd just let my brother's best friend fuck me raw in the guest room while Jake was literally upstairs. I could still feel Liam's cock pulsing inside me, still taste myself on his tongue from that filthy kiss. My pussy clenched at the memory and more of his cum trickled out, sliding down my thigh.
I staggered to the bed and collapsed onto my back, staring at the wooden beams on the ceiling. My body was buzzing, oversensitive, and already aching for more. I tried to tell myself to stop this was insane, I'd almost gotten caught but my hand was already sliding under the waistband of my shorts before I could think twice.
Just a little. Just to take the edge off.
I shoved my shorts and panties down my legs in one frantic push, kicking them off onto the floor. My tank top followed, tossed somewhere near the dresser. Naked. Completely naked on my childhood bed in the lake house, legs spread, Liam's cum still leaking from my freshly fucked pussy.
My fingers found my clit first—swollen, slick, so sensitive I gasped the second I touched it. I circled it slow, the way Liam had with his thumb, and my back arched off the mattress.
"Oh god…" The moan slipped out before I could stop it. I bit my lip, but it felt too good to stay quiet.
I dipped two fingers inside myself, pushing through the mess Liam had left behind. The wet, obscene sound of it filled the quiet room—my own slick mixed with his thick cum making everything slippery and filthy. I pumped them in and out, curling them exactly the way he had, hitting that spot that made my toes curl.
"Fuck… Liam…" I whispered his name like a prayer, even though I knew I shouldn't. My other hand slid up to my breasts, cupping one, then the other, rolling my hard nipples between my fingers. I pinched harder, the sharp sting shooting straight to my clit. My hips rocked up into my hand, chasing more.
I needed deeper. I added a third finger, stretching myself open again, imagining it was Liam's thick cock splitting me apart. My moans were getting louder, breathy little cries that I couldn't hold back.
"Yes… right there… just like that…"
I planted my feet flat on the bed, knees falling open wider, and fucked myself harder. My palm ground against my clit with every thrust. I twisted my nipple, tugged it, then switched to the other breast, massaging and squeezing until my tits were flushed pink. Every inch of my body was on fire. I could feel another orgasm building fast tight and hot and shameless.
I didn't hear the soft creak of my bedroom door.
It had swung open just a crack when I'd shut it earlier enough for a sliver of hallway light to cut across the floor. I didn't notice. I was too far gone, legs spread wide, three fingers buried deep in my dripping cunt, moaning Liam's name while I rubbed my clit in frantic circles.
Jake stood there, frozen in the doorway, the book he'd come to return still in his hand.
His eyes were locked on me.
On my naked body writhing on the bed. On my fingers plunging in and out of my soaked pussy. On the way my tits bounced every time I thrust up into my own hand. On my face eyes half-closed, lips parted, moaning like a slut while I chased my pleasure.