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The bedsheets frame their bodies. I slip in beside them, pulling gently at the fabric that covers Bella's shoulder, kissing and tonguing the sensitive skin there, as she hitches and shudders in pleasure. I watch the skin gather at my touch, as I trail my fingers down the sides of her body.
I can't get enough of Bella. The intoxicating fragrance of her, the look of her, the wholesome, naughty contradiction that she is. I need to take her. She turns to look at me, and something in her eyes makes me feel as if she knows what I'm thinking, that we are connected more than just physically.
And we are. We are part of each other's game, for certain. We have agreed to help each other -- but there's more than that. I know there's something inside her that is allowing us far more than what we initially agreed to. Something in me answers. I kiss her lips softly, questioningly almost, and her mouth becomes both soft and fierce at the same time.
She moans softly, from the base of her throat. I touch it like one would touch a kitten, to feel if she is purring.
Dillon is making soft sounds too, as he pinches and plays with her nipples. She writhes between us. Finding her ass cheeks with my hand, I squeeze them together and pull gently apart, the rhythm of her body's response showing me what she wants. Slipping down her back I lick the dimples at the base of her spine as I thrust one finger inside her furrow, and feel her squeeze my finger, holding it inside her.
I want to taste her everywhere, and so I do, my lips moving from cheek to cheek and finally between them, circling her puckered hole with my eager tongue. One of us, Dillon or I, earns a squeal from Bella. I like to think it's a squeal for me, but we are all together. One.
She smells and tastes divine, better than anything from Wolfgang Puck's dinner offering tonight. Her skin is soft, responsive. Her moans heighten. I look up to see Dillon kissing her breasts. Then he's moving down her body as well, ready to offer his tongue to her.
We begin to lick her from either side, as she tangles one hand in my hair and the other in Dillon's, and when he goes further, burying his tongue inside her channel, I plunge in as well. Our bodies are fused, the three of us together, playing her like a Stradivarius as her moans pitch higher and higher until we are rewarded with a gush and the undulations of her orgasm.
Her legs open and I catch Dillon's eye, and he motions to continue, so we don't let up. Torturing her with the most exquisite of pleasures.
She's trying to form words but she can’t, so she cries out in elated syllables. Dillon and I love trying to outdo each other like this. We can go all day, keep bringing her over the edge, until she’s just a quivering mass.
But after three orgasms, she pulls us up, catches both of us in her gaze and says, "Now take me. Come inside. Don't make me wait any longer!"
My engorged cock leaps at the idea of stuffing her to the hilt, each of us feeling that exquisite sensation of merely a wall of muscle and flesh between us. Knowing that none of us could be any closer, Dillon and I pass a look between us before positioning our hips to her entrances.
My nose is buried in her mahogany hair now, the scent of lilac fills my nostrils as I kiss the back of her neck hungrily. Dillon's kissing her lips which have fallen open in pleasure, as she whimpers sweetly between us.
"Dillon...Emmet," she says softly, barely audibly.
"Yes, Bella," Dillon answers.
"This is amazing," she groans. "I've never felt so close to anyone before."
"Me neither," he murmurs, reaching between his legs to position himself for entry.
My hands trail along her smooth, flexing legs. She drapes her knee over his hip, opening herself for him.
“That's it, that's perfect,” I whisper against her neck, licking the mist of sweat from her hairline, reaching around to tease her pert, hard nipples between my fingers.
My hands drift down so I'm holding the back of her thigh, angling her hip for him. He glances at me, connecting with me again so that we are all together all at once.
Just as he reaches her sweet, tight pussy, I begin nudging at her back entrance, wetting the tip of my cock liberally with saliva so that it slides easily between her full, ripe cheeks.
She moans deeply, shuddering, stiff for just a moment and then relaxing. Dillon enters her gingerly, just testing her, just breaching her and teasing himself too. He likes to savor the moment, to wait for her to want him more, to push herself onto him.
And she does. Her hip swivel as she moans, and she begins pulsing, grasping at him with her sex, drawing him deeper. I feel her grasping at me too, opening up, allowing me to enter her from behind.
Her hand drifts over my hip as she pulls me, silently begging me to plunge deeper into her, but I go slow as I can, waiting until I feel her muscles relax. She’s so tight I know I'm the first one to ever explore her, that we're the only ones to ever open her up this way.
She was made for this. We were all made for this. We rock together, each finding our own pleasure, each using the others to leverage our desires until we all climax, clenching and grunting, wringing every drop from each other, then falling in a heap.
CHAPTER 11
Bella
When I roll over in the morning, groggy and still half inside the dream, I’m surprised to find my fingers sliding along the empty bedsheets. I'm alone, but it feels weird. I expected to wake up in their arms, pressed between them again, nestled in that warm, safe space.
Which is... insane, I remind myself. “Safe” is probably the last word I should be using to describe that space. But I keep getting pulled into their gravity. Something comes over me when I’m around them. A throbbing, gnawing hunger. I know I said I didn’t want to get really involved but… it feels too good.
That’s it. It just feels good. A nice benefit of the job and nothing more, I remind myself. A risk-free fantasy to live out, no matter how temporary it might be.
