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I nodded, feeling clumsy and so aroused I didn’t even have words to describe it. Watching Em’s mouth move over me while feeling it took things up to another level I’d never conceived. I’d imagined a guy going down on me, of course, had even hoped what’s-his-name might. But I hadn’t expected to be quaking like this from just a few licks and the gentle pressure of Emerson’s mouth on my flesh.
He slid his hand up to separate my folds and then his thumb was on my clit, circling, rubbing in light, barely there circles that made me squirm and pant. I raked my nails down JC’s forearm and bucked my hips, helpless to speak. I was a little buzzed, a lot turned on and a tad embarrassed by just how wet I was getting.
Wet was good. I knew that much. But Niagara Falls-style wet? Maybe not so much.
Until Emerson slipped a finger into my pussy and growled deep in his throat, his dark blue gaze settling on my face as he ate me and pumped in and out. “You’re delicious.”
My face heated and I looked at JC, overwhelmed to the point that I didn’t know if I was going to come or lose my mind. Still seated beside me, he bent to lick my belly, right above where Emerson’s head was. Oh, God. He wouldn’t—he couldn’t—not both.
“Let me in,” he murmured. “I want a taste.”
Much to my shock, Emerson eased back, gi
ving JC room to lower his mouth to my pussy. Then his tongue was moving against me, his sounds of pleasure filling the room along with mine. My hips flailed and Emerson pinned them down with his big hand on one leg, holding me still to take what JC was offering. His fingers joined in, and he didn’t go with the gentle strokes of just one as Em had. No, he pushed two in deep, and holy shit, I practically levitated off the damn couch. I grabbed a handful of his hair, inadvertently driving him deeper, and he chuckled against me.
“Thanks for warming her up for me, man.”
Emerson’s jaw tightened and his gaze swept over me, lighting up a path from between my legs to my breasts and everything in between. Then his attention settled on my face, and the fingers I’d tangled in JC’s hair grew frantic.
I wasn’t theoretically going to come with a partner—two partners—anymore. It was happening right now.
My nails scraped JC’s scalp and his hands opened me up wider for the ministrations of his tongue. His lips sealed around my clit and pulled and there was no more holding back. My hips pumped and my eyes threatened to close as I contracted around JC’s fingers. Only one thing kept my eyelids from coming down.
Watching Emerson watch me come. Seeing the desire in his eyes, and the way his features grew tight and hard.
Then he was fumbling for his belt, and my contractions doubled, tripled, around JC’s fingers. Because I knew what would come next.
I wanted to see his cock. To taste it. To feel him pushing into my throat and finally, finally losing that vaunted control.
The mental pictures combined with JC’s incessant efforts kept me coming so long that JC grunted and Emerson yanked down his zipper and freed his erection. He didn’t just discreetly stroke it in his boxers either. Nope, he pulled that gorgeous thing out and I swear, even still in the throes of my orgasm, I goggled.
Though I was far from an expert on the erect male, I was pretty sure I was in the presence of greatness.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, and JC turned his head to see what had snagged my focus. His fingers jerked inside me, widening just enough to trigger a whole new round of aftershocks.
I was coming again. Or still. Hell if I even knew. All I knew was that by the time I could breathe again, I was completely wrung out.
And they weren’t even done. I wasn’t even done, because I wanted that beautiful cock in my mouth. I didn’t know what I’d do with it, exactly, when I got it there, but that didn’t keep me from unsteadily untangling myself from JC and getting on my hands and knees on the couch.
I wiggled toward one end, beckoning Emerson to move closer. This time, I stayed low, my hard nipples brushing the nubby fabric of the arm of the sofa. My entire body was blazing like a Roman candle. Probably a stroke along my back would be enough to set me off again. I held out my hand and Emerson turned to put my drink into it, making me snort.
“Not what I was reaching for, but I’ll take this too.” I sipped, wetting my dry throat. I guess in the light of current events, me having a couple of beers wasn’t as big of a thing anymore in Em’s mind. I handed the glass back and glanced over at JC, who’d stood to shuck his shirt over his head. He pulled it up from behind his neck, revealing his ripped abs a bit at a time. I didn’t doubt the slowed-down strip routine was intentional, but I couldn’t say I minded it.
The dude was ridiculously sexy. As was Emerson, still slowly stroking his mammoth cock.
“What did you want then, little girl?” JC teased, tossing the shirt aside. He stroked his hand over my hair, making me shiver. “I have an idea, but I wanna hear you say it.”
It took everything in me not to bite my lip or duck my head or any of those other things that would brand me a little girl, as JC had called me. I wasn’t one anymore, and the fact that my bare ass was uptilted in the air in front of the two most attractive men I knew proved it.
“His…cock.” I almost whispered it, but somehow vocalizing my wish and not seeing the guys laugh at my halting words gave me more nerve. “I want his cock in my mouth.”
Or some of it anyway, since no way in hell would all that ever all fit. Not even if I tried to take it day in and day out.
Though I sure wouldn’t mind the practice.
Emerson shut his eyes, his hand still gripping his length. But his fingers were moving faster now, gripping harder, almost punishing that beautiful flesh. A drop of fluid appeared at the tip, then another and another, hovering there, and I licked my lips, wanting them on my tongue.
JC crouched beside my head and kissed my neck. “Don’t blame you, pretty girl. It’s fucking gorgeous, isn’t it?”
