I grabbed her other leg to keep her still. “You’re going to need to scream,” I warned her. “Get ready.”
“Um, I’m still pretty sensitive and—”
I lowered my head and lashed at her clit, using just the tip of my tongue. She tried to wriggle away again, making that whimpering noise I loved, then she started bucking into my movements. Another finger joined the two I’d slid back inside her and she uttered a quick protest that soon turned into a loud moan.
I ate at her until she was dripping and I couldn’t catch my breath. When I looked up again, Emerson had smoothed her sweater up her belly and was tonguing her nipples over the cups of her bra, causing the tight pink points to stand out in sharp relief.
An image of his thick dick sliding between her breasts made me groan and I dipped my head to finish her off. At this rate, I’d be coming close to finishing myself off too.
She bounced against my face as I backed off and ramped up my efforts again, repeating the pattern several times. My chin was soaked from her and her thighs were shaking, heralding her release. I made eye contact with Emerson as he worked her nipple and he drew her leg more tightly against his bobbing cock.
One more lick and she shattered, her spine arching on a scream.
I nursed her through it as long as I could then I jerked back and freed my cock, jacking it as fast as my hand would go. The pressure wasn’t enough. I needed wetness. I needed that little pink tongue currently slicking over her lips on my hot flesh.
Emerson dragged her onto his lap, pulling her down for a deep, hungry kiss. She fumbled with her sweater, yanking it over her head and sending it flying. Then she fell on him again, biting at his lips, her hands racing over his chest as she shoved up his shirt.
From behind her, I undid her bra, letting it fall forward while I cupped her swollen tits. She moaned into his mouth and I teased her nipples, loving the way they pressed so insistently into my palms. She was so incredibly responsive.
So perfect for both of us. Maybe even Emerson was starting to figure that out now.
I searched around on the floor for my wallet, snatching it and a condom. I opened it with my teeth and tossed it at Emerson, who managed to catch it without breaking his kiss with Lily. I rose up on my knees, sculpting her breasts again, tugging her back against me just long enough that I could speak into her ear.
“You’re going to fuck him now. Get him off, since he’s been waiting patiently for so long.”
She nodded eagerly, her body a live wire under my hands.
“Good girl.” I nipped her ear and her head fell backward, her long hair tickling my shoulder. “While you take him inside that tight, hot pussy of yours, I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
Again, that quick, eager nod.
“And if I want to come in your throat…” I strummed my fingertips over her nipples and she arched her back, pushing them outward. So frigging beautiful. Already she was losing every trace of shyness with us.
“I want it,” she whispered. “Every drop.”
Somehow I released her and made it to my feet to walk around the sofa. I wondered if Emerson got that I’d be sticking my dick damn close to his face. If he did, he didn’t complain. He was too busy kissing Lily again, caressing her naked curves as if they were made of gold.
I gave them as long as I could, jerking my dick in long pulls while I watched them make out. Shit, they were sexy together. All flicking tongues and enthusiastic touches and deep-throated moans.
Then she glanced up and met my gaze, her own slipping down to where I worked my dick. And she shifted, leaning forward to take me into her mouth.
“Goddammit,” I muttered, fighting the urge to thrust. I wanted her to get used to how I felt but I couldn’t fucking wait. I pulsed my hips, tangling my fingers in her hair, and she scrambled against Emerson’s chest to take more of me.
To take frigging more.
Emerson’s rigid cock twitched, trapped between her belly and his, and his hands shook as he fought with the condom. I almost offered to help then bit back the words.
Soon. I’d be offering a hell of a lot sooner than he realized.
“Remember what I told you in the car?” he murmured against her throat. I could barely catch what he was saying. “This first time might be fast, but never forget what it is.”
She shut her eyes and nodded without releasing my length. The quick bob of her head only increased the pressure and I tightened my grip, about to do some hair pulling of my own.
But not yet. First, I wanted to watch them come together for the first time. They weren’t alone, but they might as well have been. Instead of that making me jealous, it just made me more determined. All three of us had things to offer this…whatever the hell it was. Each part was important. I’d gladly give them their moment, knowing the next would be one we’d all share.
Maybe there was a little desperation talking too. Years of growing up in a wealthy and sterile home—classic stereotype, with added benign neglect—had hardened me to trying to make room for myself where I wasn’t wanted. I refused to believe that was the case here.
I’d never wanted to belong somewhere so much.