Chapter 249: Chapter 249- Peak

The room was a sanctuary of soft light and softer sounds. Julian’s shirt was now completely open, and Emma’s nurse uniform was a loose pool of fabric around her waist. Zoe’s doctor’s coat was forgotten on the floor, leaving her in her simple, elegant attire.

Julian’s hands moved over them with a possessiveness that was both gentle and demanding. One hand cupped the back of Emma’s head, his fingers tangling in her fiery red hair as he kissed her deeply, swallowing her eager, breathy moans. His other hand found the zipper at the back of Zoe’s dress.

"Zoe," he murmured against Emma’s lips, his voice a low rumble.

There was a quiet click, and the dress loosened. Zoe didn’t speak. She simply let the fabric slip from her shoulders, her dark, impassive eyes watching him, a faint flush the only sign of her arousal. She leaned forward, her long black hair brushing his arm, and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his chest, right over his heartbeat. Her tongue darted out to taste his skin.

"Emma is so loud," Zoe stated flatly, her words a quiet observation against his skin, devoid of judgment.

Emma broke their kiss, panting. "I can’t help it! It feels too good." She looked at Zoe, a playful challenge in her golden eyes. "You’re so quiet, Zoe. Let me hear you."

Emma then shifted, leaning over Julian to capture Zoe’s lips in a sudden, passionate kiss. It was a bold move, and for a moment, Zoe remained still. Then, her eyes fluttered closed, and a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped her nose as she returned the kiss, her hand coming up to rest on Emma’s cheek.

Julian watched, enthralled, as the two women kissed above him. He ran his hands up their backs, feeling the delicate bones of their spines, the smooth warmth of their skin.

He could feel the difference in their responses—Emma’s passionate, yielding softness against Zoe’s quiet, intense stillness.

When they parted, Zoe’s lips were slightly swollen, her breath a fraction quicker. She looked down at Julian, her blue eyes holding his.

"More," she said, the single word a simple, direct command.

A slow smile spread across Julian’s face. "As you wish."

He shifted, rolling Emma gently onto her back beside him and turning to hover over Zoe. He lowered his head, capturing her lips again, this kiss deeper, more consuming.

His hand slid from her back to the curve of her hip, then down her thigh, pushing her skirt up until his fingers found the edge of her stocking. Emma, meanwhile, pressed herself against his side, her mouth busy on his neck and shoulder, her hands exploring his chest and stomach.

The communication was now entirely physical—a language of tangled limbs, hitched breaths, and soft, pleading whispers. Zoe’s quiet "more" had been the only instruction needed, a guiding star in the dark, intimate sea they were now navigating together.

The last barriers of lace and fabric fell away under Julian’s knowing hands, He unhooked Emma’s bra frst, the delicate garment giving way to reveal small, pert breasts with pink, already hardened peaks.

A moment later, Zoe’s followed, her fuller, softer breasts spilling free, her own nipples a deeper rose and equally taut with anticipation.

Julian leaned back for a moment, his gaze a hot, tangible caress that swept over both of them, The sight was breathtaking—the vibrant, shyly blushing Emma and the stoic, quietly exposed Zoe, both perfectly framed by the discarded, sexy lingerie that had so enticingly contained them.

"You are both so beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick with genuine awe and desire. "These fit you perfectly. but this... this is the real masterpiece."

Emma’s hands fluttered up, half-heartedly attempting to cover herself, a gesture of endearing modesty despite her excitement. A happy, flustered smile played on her lips. "J-Julian... you’re making me blush..."

Zoe, in contrast, didn’t move to cover herself. She simply lay there, her dark hair fanned out beneath her, her blue eyes watching him, Yet, a faint, undeniable pink hue colored her cheeks and the tips of her ears. "....I see," she replied, her tone as flat as ever, but the blush betrayed a quiet, profound embarrassment and pleasure.

Julian needed no further invitation, He lowered his head, his mouth finding Emma’s breast first, His tongue swirled around her tight bud before drawing it into the warm, wet heat of his mouth.

"Annhh!" Emma cried out, her back arching off the cushions, her fingers tangling in his hair to hold him there.

He lavished attention on her, making her whimper and squirm, before moving to Zoe. He treated her with the same devoted intensity, his tongue flicking and sucking on her sensitive peak.

A sharp, shuddering gasp escaped Zoe’s lips-a sound she clearly tried to suppress, "Hnmm..!" Her body tensed, her hands fisting in the sheets beside her, her usual placid expression fracturing into one of pure, unadulterated sensation.

The room was now filled with their shared, desperate symphony of pleasure, a sound that urged Julian on, promising a night where every sense would be utterly consumed, The air grew thick with a heavy, shared need.

Julian’s hands, now masters of their terrain, began a deliberate, dual conquest. His thumbs circled the hardened peaks of Emma’s breasts, drawing tight, breathy gasps from her with each pass.

Simultaneously, his other hand found Zoe, his fingers rolling and pinching her nipple with a firm, knowing pressure, She didn’t cry out, but a sharp, sudden intake of breath hissed through her teeth, her back arching silently off the cushions in a perfect, elegant bow.

But he didn’t stop there. As his hands continued their work on their breasts, his fingers began a slow, inexorable journey downward.

They traced the trembling flat of Emma’s stomach, making her muscles quiver, before his fngertips finally, lightly, brushed over the damp fabric of her underwear, A parallel journey brought his other hand to rest on Zoe’s inner thigh, a hair’s breadth from the heat of her core.

Then, in a synchronized move that shattered their composure completely, he pressed the heel of his palms against them, applying a firm, rhythmic pressure, A duet of pleasure broke loose.

"Annhh..! Julian, right there!" Emma cried out, her voice high and strained, her hips bucking against his hand.

From Zoe, it was a lower, guttural sound, torn from a place deep within. "Hyanhh." Her head tossed to the side, her long black hair fanning out, her usually flat expression contorted into one of pure, unadulterated sensation.

Feeling their bodies tremble and their wetness seep through the thin barriers of fabric, Julian knew it was time, His fingers hooked into the waistbands of their underwear, With a slow, deliberate pull, he slid Emma’s down her thighs, the lace catching for a moment on her knees before falling away.

He turned to Zoe, his eyes locking with hers as he did the same for her, revealing her fully, her stillness now vibrating with a raw, exposed anticipation.