“I saythreesome, and the two of you automatically gravitate toward penetration. Even in the implausible fantasy of internet videos, there are other ways to get off.”
“Enlighten us.” Justin brushed her hair off her neck, dragging his nails along her skin. He was having a hard time thinking about anything but how vivid Emily’s imagination could be.
Logic tried to point out that he and Antonio had never done something like this before. It had the potential to change everything between them. Justin argued with himself that no one was complaining, plus they shared the rest of their lives; there was no harm in letting this conversation go where it would.
Was there?
Chapter Fifteen
WHEN EMILY SEGUED INTOthreesomes, Antonio was ready to shut things down and change the subject. Her question from lunch yesterday—have you considered sharing, to feel him out?—taunted him most of the night. That didn’t mean he wanted to risk anything by exploring the option.
Within a few sentences, however, it was clear Justin wasn’t balking. Rather, he was actively participating.
Now, with Emily’s warm weight in Antonio’s lap, and Justin close enough to touch, Antonio was harder than he ever remembered being. She had to feel that. The seam of his jeans pressed into his cock under her weight.
Logical reminders likedon’t sleep with the contractorfell on deaf thoughts. It hadn’t stopped anyone yet, and with reality this near and vivid, Antonio’s daydreams suddenly felt two-dimensional.
Emily shifted against him, and he tightened his grip involuntarily, digging into her hips. She drew a finger along his collar. He knew without looking she was tracing the edges of his tattoo.
“What is it? And what was I saying?” she asked.
“It’s easier to show than tell.” He stripped off his T-shirt. He was tired of dancing around thewill we, won’t we?
She trailed along the Chinese dragon, where it wrapped up his bicep, then finished near his collarbone. “It’s gorgeous.”
Her feather-light touch sped over his body, fueled by Justin’s attentive gaze. Justin knotted his fingers in her hair. “He gets that a lot.” He tugged her head back and lowered his mouth to her neck. She gasped and gripped Antonio’s arm. The sharp sting tugged at his nerves, lighting his senses on fire.
While Justin made her squirm, Antonio glided his hands up her sides, pushing her clothes out of the way. Every time she adjusted in his lap, she ground against his erection, obliterating his thoughts. “As for what you were saying...” He pulled her shirt over her head, then kissed along the top of her breasts. “I believe you accused us of lacking imagination.”
“Not quite my words.” Despite the clench of her hands on his biceps, her bra fell away.
“But it was your meaning.” Antonio slid the straps down her arms, exposing her breasts. Her skin was pale and smooth like porcelain, free of freckles below the neckline. He might have misplaced dreams of happily-ever-after with Justin, but Antonio’s attraction to Emily was distinct and unique; she was temptation airbrushed with lust. He lowered his head to a swollen pink nipple, and drew it into his mouth, to suck and nibble.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Justin kissing her neck.
“I take it all back.” She spoke between gasps. “And whatever else I need to say, for you to keep going.” Her grinding against him shifted to a steady rocking, as she rode him. The heat of her mound seared him, despite the clothing in the way, and his cock begged to be let loose. To slide inside her. Her moans became more punctuated, as her pace increased.