He lifted his gaze and gasped. The night had fallen and suddenly we were blanketed by an incredible amount of pinpricks of light from above.
I settled down on my bench, putting the makeshift pillow under my head, then waited for him to lie down. When he did, I reached my arm back, and soon felt his fingers tangle with mine. We laid there on our benches, heads almost touching in the still night. The fire crackled, and the sparks danced toward the stars as we soaked it all in.
I thought we were probably mulling over similar things in our heads. About the clock ticking on our time together. About how nothing was changing between him and his twin, but how things might still be different soon.
I was sure he was worried about Demi’s pregnancy, and for a good cause. Triplets were no joke, and I would certainly be asking for updates along the way. She was Emery’s other half in ways I couldn’t understand, but I didn’t have to.
“Can we finish the talk later?” he asked quietly.
I squeezed his fingers. “Of course.”
He let go of my hand and sat up, so I followed suit. When he offered his hand to me again, I took it and let him drag me into the tent.
“I hope someone packed lube,” he murmured as he started to take off his clothes in a very pointed ‘distract me from my brain’ kind of way.
I chuckled and grabbed the bag I’d packed in the morning that someone had brought in.
Taking out the lube, I tossed it onto the bed. “Get on all fours, baby. I want to eat you out before I fuck you.”
The sound he made was pure sin, and I smirked as I watched him scramble into position while I took my sweet time getting undressed.
Then he suddenly sat up on his heels and undid the ties of the mosquito net so it fell neatly over the bed.
I chuckled. “Good thinking.”
He winked at me, and then settled back down, his delectable ass in the air like I’d requested.
Chapter 20
Emery
Logically, I knew nothing was going to change. Demi had lived with Luke for almost six years now, and really, even though they had tied the knot, things were going to be exactly the same as they had been since the day she first moved out. So I had no idea why I was hung up on the fact that my twin sister, my OG, my ride or die, was now married.
“Baby,” Ville’s voice floated to me, a rasp that made me shiver. Or that could have been his hands on my ass. “Stop thinking. Just feel.”
I arched deeper, wanting that more than anything. “Make me.”
Ville’s growl was part playful, part want and I had barely a second before his mouth was on my hole. He wasn’t gentle, but he knew that’s not what I needed. Instantly I got lost in the sensations, the feel of his tongue swiping over sensitive skin making me shiver. Then he got his teeth involved, nipping alongthe edge of my hole. It made me whine and lit my blood. My legs started to shake and my arms gave out. Ville squeezed my ass cheeks, spreading me wider, so he could spear his tongue inside.
I loved how hungry he was for me. Usually, I was perfectly happy to whine and moan, letting him eat for as long as he wanted. He was good at it, knowing exactly how I liked it, and he was outstanding at turning me into a shivering, horny mess. Ville clearly enjoyed the fuck out of it too.
But right now, maybe because of my mindset or just how voracious he was being, I went from zero to sixty way faster than normal. I started begging, pleading, and Ville ignored me, his grip so firm I was certain he was leaving bruises behind.
“Ville!” I shouted, my voice high and shaking. “In me!”
He growled, the vibrations shooting through me, and I moaned, long and low. His chuckle was wicked and that did nothing to cool me down. I tried to move, but he held me too tightly, and then he smacked my ass. I gasped, then groaned.
“Please. Sugar. Need you inside.”
“Busy,” he grumbled and speared me with his tongue. I could feel the wet, feel my hole giving for him. And I loved every second of it, just like always, but I needed more.
“Ville. Ville, please. Need you inside me. Need your cock.” I had to gulp some air and bite back another whine. “Need you to make me whole.”
That did it. He moved quickly, pushing me down flat on the mattress, his knees between mine and spreading my legs. He pinned one hand against my shoulders, keeping me there, the other slathering his cock if the snap of the lube top and the slick sounds were any indication.
He pressed his tip against my hole. “Gonna go slow. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“N-no. Just do it. Want to feel it. Want to feel all—ahh!” He took me at my word, as he always did, and pushed in. Slowly,yes, but never stopping, the position making him work for it. I panted, desperate for air, and I couldn’t help the way I shivered and shook. But Ville knew me, knew what I could take, and he gave it to me just like I wanted.
