Esmeralda: Part 11 (Riley’s release)
Chen is still deep inside Riley, their body trembling around Chen, June teasing both pairs of nipples without mercy. Riley is right there—on the brink. Chen can feel it in how their hips twitch, how their thighs shake, how their breath keeps catching in their throat.
They’re seconds away from falling apart. But Chen doesn’t let them—yet.
Instead, Chen tightens their grip on Riley’s waist, just enough to hold them still mid-thrust.
Chen’s voice is low, pressed to Riley’s ear: “Not yet, baby. I want you to feel how close you are. I want you to know I could give it to you—right now—and I’m choosing not to.”
Riley whines, broken and sweet.
Chen kisses Riley’s jaw. Their neck. Licks behind their ear.
June leans in and joins—licks Riley’s nipple just as she gives it a gentle flick, grinning as Riley shudders again.
“You’re going to remember this edge,” June whispers. “You’re going to dream about it.”
Riley is panting, legs shaking, tears prickling in their eyes—but still holding on. Barely.
That’s when Chen finally asks:
“When you do cum… Whose face gets your mess, baby?” “Me…or June?”
Their eyes go wide. Their mouth opens. They can barely speak.
June’s voice brushes against Riley’s ear, fingers teasing, tongue flicking a nipple:
“Whoever you choose… the other one’s gonna clean it up.”
Riley whimpers—eyes wide, caught between worship and terror at the choice. They look at Chen. Then at June.
“I— I can’t—fuck—”
Chen keeps Riley trembling on the edge—Chen’s cock deep inside them, June’s fingers still on their nipples. Their eyes are glassy, their thighs slick, their lips parted around desperate whimpers.
And then—
Chen gives one final thrust. June tweaks both nipples.
Both Chen and June growl into Riley ear: “Cum.”
They scream—raw, high-pitched, beautiful—and lose control.
Riley starts to collapse forward, hips jerking, pleasure tearing through them in wave after wave.
Riley’s cum flies out.
They cum hard—ragged, uncontrollable, their orgasm ripping through them. Their voice breaks on a scream as they spill across both Chen’s and June’s bodies.
Thick ropes of semen land wherever fate sends them—on Chen’s chest, across June’s cheek, splashing over both of them, messy and unclaimed. Even the sheets catch some of it—evidence of how much Riley was holding back (and, indeed, Riley’s famously huge load).
There’s a stunned silence. Then laughter—soft, giddy, warm. The kind of laughter that only happens when everyone feels safe. Seen. Loved.
June licks her lips slowly, collecting one stray streak, before her lips press firmly against Chen’s.
“Guess Riley picked both of us.”
Chen leans in and kisses Riley’s trembling shoulder.
The energy softens immediately. Riley collapses forward, gasping, arms loose, legs shaky. Chen catches them, gently.
Cradling their body, Chen lowers Riley to the mattress like they’re made of spun glass. June shifts next to Chen, pulling a warm towel over Riley’s hips and pressing a kiss to their forehead.
Riley’s voice is soft. “Did I do okay?”
Chen’s thumb brushes their cheek. “You were perfect.”
June kisses their knuckles. “You made such a mess. I’m jealous.”
Sofia returns quietly with water and a blanket, draping it over all three as if she’s been watching, waiting, knowing the moment they’d all come down together.
Chen kisses Riley’s lips softly. Then June’s. Then settles between them, letting Riley rest on their chest while June curls around their side.
Fingers intertwine. Heartbeats steady.
Kat, from the corner, stretches and smiles. “Y’all make sin look sacred.”
And for a while, nobody moves. Nobody speaks. There’s just breathing. Shared warmth. Safe silence. And, soon enough, realization that this Nevada trip is about to come to an end.