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Will looks at him for a long moment.
And then he steps forward and gets down on his knees. Will braces one hand at the curve of my ass and the other where my leg meets my body. The same leg that Emerson is holding. Will’s eyes meet mine from between my legs.
I’m already on the verge of combusting, but I know what he wants.
Confirmation.
I nod at him.
“Put your arms around his neck,” Will tells me. I reach up and hook my hands behind Emerson’s neck. My body is stretched to its limit like this, but I let him take as much of my weight as I can. Will’s breath is warm on my folds. He leans in and kisses Emerson’s bite marks. “Poor thing,” he murmurs, and then he begins in earnest.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, fuck. He’s enthusiastic, licking and lapping and biting at me like he’s been deprived all his life. The position makes me lightheaded with how filthy it is. Emerson’s the frame, I’m the art, and Will is worshipping it. He circles my hole with his tongue and coaxes more juices out of me. He presses his face in harder, exacting with the tip of his tongue. There’s no part of me he doesn’t want.
Oh.
I’m.
Going.
Words come apart in my brain. I find myself trying to rock my hips into Will’s face. Emerson has to hold me so I don’t shake myself out of his hands and fall on the ground. His grip near my knee tightens.
It’s not like Emerson. It’s different. It makes me want Emerson’s mouth, Emerson’s tongue, Emerson’s teeth, but this is pleasure, too. Pleasure that Emerson’s making me take. He’s writing it on my cells and painting it on my face. Turning it into art over and over again.
Will takes my clit between his teeth and I moan. He does it a little harder. The sound crests into something like a cry.
“Can I make her come?”
If I didn’t have my hands around Emerson’s neck, I’d grab for Will’s hair. “Please,” I babble. “Please, please, please.”
“You want it and so does she. See how it looks on the piece.”
Will buries his face in my pussy, giving it another series of long, searching licks before he focuses his attention on my clit.
A bomb. This is what it feels like to be a bomb about to go off. Electrical wires and explosives. His tongue builds it up, sweeping at the sensitive bundle in quick circles. Will nibbles at it. Strokes his tongue over it. He’s good at this. He must have had a lot of practice. I haven’t.
“I can’t,” I gasp. “I can’t, I can’t.”
“You’re such a lovely piece of art, little painter. And you’re already doing it. His mouth feels good. You’re trying to fuck his face. Your cheeks are the perfect shade of pink. Now come on his tongue. Let him taste it. It’s all right. I’ve got you.”
Emerson’s words echo what he said to me in the cave, and that’s what does it. That promise. I’ve got you. Will’s hands dig into my flesh and pull me closer into his mouth as I come. He runs his tongue over my slit, drinking up my orgasm while I shudder against Emerson. My muscles tremble with holding this position, even as Emerson supports me, but he doesn’t let me down. Not at first. He keeps me open for Will.
And Will takes his time. After I come down he kisses my clit, a soft brush, then stands up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “Can we fuck her?”
“No,” Emerson says, and I swear there’s a hint of regret in his voice. He wishes he could bring himself to go that far. “Her pussy is mine. You can taste it, but you can’t take it.”
“She needs to be fucked,” Will counters.
“She wants you to watch.”
Emerson’s right. I don’t fight him when he takes us over to the couch in the center of the room, Will and Sin following. I’m desperate for him. Humming with this sensation. Emerson sits on the sofa and I stand in front of him, shivers trickling down my spine. Juices trickling down my thighs. He takes his cock out again and reaches for me, pulling me onto his lap with a heavy, relieved sigh.
I spread my thighs over his waist, and he angles me above him. “It’s going to feel thick, little painter. You’re oversensitive from our game.” The head of him pushes against my opening, and oh—it does. He feels bigger than ever. “Show them how you take me,” he says. “Show them how good you are, even when your pussy is stretched.”
I let gravity carry me down a few inches, his hands at my hips, a soft moan escaping me. It is a stretch. I have to work for it. Have to concentrate on relaxing. Will made me wet, though. He made me so wet that there’s not much friction. I sink down slowly, slowly, until we meet, until we’re together. Emerson brushes my hair away from my face. His eyes have never been so clear. The heat is almost unbearable. The tether between us feels steely and unbreakable. Like his heart is making mine beat. Like mine can only beat if his does.
And I tried to run away.
He moves my hips in gentle motions, rocking me over his cock. Not thrusting yet.
