My Idle System

Chapter 370: Home (2)

Bedroom in mind, Christian pushed forward with the two women.

Annabelle remained in his arms, her weight nothing to him, yet his steps still faltered slightly — not from strain, but from the overwhelming sensation of her pressed against him, from her cunt grinding slow and shameless against the aching length of his cock.

The soaked cotton of her borrowed shirt had ridden up completely; nothing separated them now but friction and fabric that was more suggestion than barrier. Every step jolted her clit along his shaft, dragging a fresh tremor through her.

Eva didn't fall behind.

Her mouth never left his neck — sucking, biting, painting dark blooming marks that would linger for days. "Gonna mark you till you can't hide it," she muttered, half growl, half prayer.

They staggered through the short hallway and up the stairs, one step after another, and Christian had to hold back a curse as the bedroom felt impossibly far from the entrance.

Along the way, they didn't care what they slammed into; furniture, framed photos — things fell and scattered behind them, forgotten. Their only real obstacle was their clothes, stubborn fabric that refused to come off fast enough, now reduced to torn pieces barely clinging on, failing to hide anything important.

Christian's hand had already claimed what it craved. Annabelle wore nothing underneath — commando under his old shirt the whole time he was gone, like some private act of devotion or torment. His palm slid under the hem, fingers digging into the soft curve of her ass, leaving faint red streaks across her pale skin, but neither of them cared.

"Sending me away like that… I hated you for it… and I love you so much for it," Annabelle whispered against his lips.

Eva's voice followed, unsteady, shaking, "I almost lost my mind out there without you, every night."

Christian didn't answer.

There was no need for words.

He only moved faster, pushing into the bedroom, the door already open, as if waiting for them.

Unlike the modest exterior of the house, the bedroom itself was far from lacking. Spacious and carefully arranged, its center dominated by a brand-new king-sized bed, it carried a quiet sense of luxury that matched Christian's standards.

But he didn't spare it a glance. Because the moment they crossed the threshold—

Control suddenly shifted.

Instead of leading, he was pushed back, his body hitting the bed.

Annabelle didn't waste time. She dropped to her knees between his spread legs, fingers already hooking the waistband of his boxers — the final rag of fabric still clinging to him. One sharp tug and they were gone, sliding down his legs and forgotten on the floor.

His cock sprang free, thick, the head glossy with pre-cum that had been building since the car ride. It jerked once in the cool bedroom air, heavy with need.

Eva, already bare, gloriously and shamelessly so — climbed onto the bed and settled over his head.

"You teased and left me on the edge the whole ride," she said, her voice low, almost accusing, as she lowered herself until her drenched slit hovered just above his mouth. "Now you finish it."

That was all it took.

Christian didn't hesitate.

The scent alone was enough to push him past restraint. His hands shot to her thighs, gripping tight as he pulled her down, his tongue meeting her in one long, starving drag.

Eva's breath hitched sharp. "Y-yesss~"

Her presence filled his senses completely. Her taste flooded his mouth, rich and intoxicating, and he didn't hold back, drinking it in as if it had been denied to him for far too long.

His hands tightened on her thighs, fingers pressing into soft flesh, holding her in place as his tongue moved again — slow at first, then deeper, more deliberate, dragging from entrance to clit, savoring every reaction he pulled from her.

"Oh—… there—" Eva tried to speak, the words slipping out in fragments before breaking apart completely. "I've missed—mmh—this… so much…"

The last of her restraint dissolved almost instantly, her voice collapsing into a low, unsteady moan as her fingers twisted into his hair. Her hips followed, moving on instinct, pressing down against his mouth, chasing the sensation rather than controlling it.

Below them, Annabelle's hands were already on him.

She wrapped both around his cock — slow at first, almost reverent, her thumbs tracing along the thick vein underneath as if she were remapping territory she'd once known by heart.

She stroked him once.

Then again.

From root to tip, feeling every reaction he gave her, the tension in his body, the way he seemed to harden even more under her touch. Familiar. Possessive. Unmistakably hers.

But patience didn't last.

Not when her own body was already betraying her. Not when her arousal had soaked her inner thighs, leaving her slick, her need clear in every subtle shift of her hips.

She moved forward.

Then further.

Until she was straddling him.

She lined herself up, not lowering yet, just hovering, letting the wet heat of her cunt brush against the head of his cock in slow, teasing glides. Her breathing turned uneven, small, shaky exhales slipping past her lips. One hand braced against his stomach, nails pressing into his skin, while the other still guided the blunt head right where she needed it.

The mattress creaked softly beneath them, and Christian felt the change instantly.

Still buried between Eva's thighs, his tongue working deep and slow, his hands tightened on her hips, adjusting her just enough so his view opened—

So he could see Annabelle.

His green eyes met hers the moment she positioned him at her entrance.

There was no hesitation.

"Look at me~," her voice came out low, seductive, alluring in a way he didn't remember ever hearing from her before . "Look at your big sister while you stretch her open~."

And then she moved.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Her hips rolled forward as she sank down onto him.

The stretch hit her instantly, stealing her breath, her body reacting on instinct as her walls clenched and fluttered around him.

Inch by inch she took him in, until finally her body settled flush against his, his cock buried completely inside his sister — hot, slick, impossibly tight after all the months apart.