EMILY
A girl couldn’t ask for a better birthday than a day spent with her men. But for the day to end with a night also spent with them…wrapped up in them both…that would be extra perfect.
I’m sitting in front of Wyatt on the couch, teaching him to braid my hair, when Heath returns from having seen Daniel and Rosie off.
Heath stops in front of me. “Have I told you today how pretty you are in that little sundress?”
Will I ever tire of that rough burr in his voice, the way he gives me a compliment like it’s foreplay?
I smile. “I think at least twice.”
“Did I tell you that it would look even better hiked up around your waist?”
Mother of… my whole body melts for him as he drops to his knees in front of me and spreads my legs.
As I hoped, he growls as soon as he sees that I’m not wearing any underwear. “Emily!”
“Yes, Daddy?” I ask innocently.
Two can play the teasing foreplay game.
“When did you take your panties off?”
Wyatt dangles them over my shoulder. “That was me. We thought it would be a fun surprise for you.”
Heath growls and dives in, licking my bare slit.
Wyatt had already stroked me a little, getting me worked up before we did the hair-braiding thing—because we wanted to wait for Heath.
Tonight should be about all three of us, each step of the way. Panty removal aside.
As Heath nuzzles my clit and sucks on my pussy lips, Wyatt pushes my sundress down, baring my breasts. His hands cup me from behind, tugging on my nipples and squeezing my flesh.
“Our little miss is all grown up,” he grunts in my ear. “Think you’re big enough to take us both tonight?”
I shiver.
They’ve been playing with my bum for a few days now, hinting at a birthday treat.
From between my legs, Heath glances up. “Only if you’re ready for us,” he warns Wyatt.
My boyfriend really wants in my ass. I know it, we all know it. That’s the plan. Heath buried in my pussy, Wyatt pumping into me nice and slow from behind.
My sex clenches at the image. It’s hot as heck…in theory. In reality, I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready. But I want it anyway.
I stroke Heath’s hair as Wyatt pets my tits. “Yes,” I finally breathe. “I want you both tonight.”
Heath gives me one more, very enthusiastic lick, then stands up and scoops me into his arms. “Then let’s take this to the bedroom.”
Heath’s bedroom overlooks the back yard and a forested park beyond that. It’s private and luxurious, and I have to pinch myself to think this is really my life—and he wants us to move in here. Share this room with him forever.
Yes, tonight is definitely the night to take this next step. All three of us, together at the same time.
But when he sets me on the bed, and Wyatt peels my dress off me, neither of them reach for the lube. Not yet.
Heath strips down first and stretches out next to me in the middle of the bed. He pats my thigh. “Sit on Daddy’s face. Show me that you love me.”
I laugh and climb onto his torso, wiggling my hips until I’m within licking range, then he clamps his hands on my ass and drag me the rest of the way. I gaze down at him as he leisurely circles my clit with his tongue, a pussy-drunk look on his face already.