AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Em licked her lips and all three men groaned.
“Damn, you keep looking at us like that, lassie, and this will be over far too soon,” Coll muttered, his voice like gravel.
Then their hands were everywhere, stripping her out of her sparkly Christmas skirt and the disheveled silk blouse that already half hung off her from their roaming fingers. She had thought the fabrics were sensuous and decadent when she’d dressed this morning, but that was nothing compared to the feel of their hands on her skin.
It seemed like their hands were everywhere at once so that no part of her was left untouched. And with six hands, maybe that was true.
It was a sublime feeling; unlike anything she’d ever known before.
She wasn’t a virgin, by any means, she’d dated and experimented through college. But since coming here there’d been no time for a man in her life in the early days with everything that was going on. There was too much else to deal with..
And later, when things calmed down, it hadn’t taken Emalee long to realize that these three men had spoiled her for any others, even though they hadn’t even been hers.
But they were now, and it was indescribable.
She didn’t even have any qualms about bedding all three of them. Since she’d always thought she couldn’t choose between them, this was the perfect answer.
But she thought her head might explode when Xander wedged his wide shoulders between her slick thighs and Coll and Ky each palmed one of her heavy, aching breasts and pulled her hard, pebbled nipples into their mouths.
Em gasped and arched off the bed, closer to all three, and Xander’s strong grip grasped her thighs holding her still while he drew the flat of his tongue down her molten seam.
“God, you taste as good as I’ve always suspected you would; better even.”
She gave a strangled groan, unsure whether it was in response to the words or the action, and her hands instinctively found their way into the two heads of hair at her breast. But no sooner had she sunk her fingers into the glossy locks, than her wrists were grasped and held immobile above her head, restraining her lightly, but enough that another shiver of desire raced down her spine. And in such easy synchronicity that Em suspected they’d shared a woman before.
Between the three of them, they feasted on her, setting her body aflame with their deft and experienced ministrations until Emalee was nothing but a panting, writhing mess; hoarse from the heaving gasps and screams they drew from her.
Coll inched up her body and took her mouth in a demanding kiss, his hand tight in the long, tangled mass of her hair. It was a new sensation, kissing a man with a beard; she liked it.
And she couldn’t help wondering how it would feel on other, more sensitive parts of her body.
Ky bit down on one of her tender nubs, grazing it with his teeth while his other hand twisted and plucked at its twin. “Damn your breasts are magnificent,” he breathed as he weighed their fullness in his hands.
Xander circled her clit with his tongue before running his fingers across her labia, then breaching her with first one thick digit, then two.
Coll swallowed the scream that built in her throat, his tongue dueling with hers before retreating to nibble at her lips and trail his mouth down her neck, nuzzling and nipping at her over-sensitised skin.
She could feel the coil of desire spiraling out of control, her body poised on a knife edge of painful expectancy, so tightly wound that she knew the resulting explosion was going to be huge.
And the three of them read her so perfectly, that in a single choreographed move, Coll tightened his fingers in her hair, sending pinpricks of pleasure skittering through her scalp, Xander crooked his fingers inside her pulsing sheath, finding the g-spot Em had always thought was a myth, and Ky bit down on her sensitive, distended nipple ensuring that the subsequent climax completely blew her mind.
Em was still trying to regain her equilibrium when, in a flurry of movement, Xander had flipped her, so she was on top of him.
And, oh my, he was naked! When did he get out of his pants?
She could feel his burgeoning length pressing against her tummy and pushed herself up, wanting to see.
Xander grasped her waist, helping to steady her and she realized his magnificent cock was already sheathed and ready for her.
Em didn’t stop to think or second guess herself, with Xander’s help she positioned herself over him, her body blazing at the knowledge that Coll and Ky watched, but that just made her burn hotter.
She sank down inch by glorious inch, his girth stretching and straining her tight channel, and when she was finally seated, and so full that she moaned her pleasure, Xander filled his hands with her breasts, stimulating the hard red peaks with his talented fingers.
A rough hand in her hair pulled her head forwards and to one side, and then Coll’s thick cock, leaking pre-cum was at her mouth.
He painted her lips before nudging them apart and surging forward until he unapologetically filled her throat.
Em gagged a little and loosened her jaw, breathing through her nose so she could take him more comfortably. “I’m gonna fuck your face, lass. Are ye ready for me?” His Scottish burr was more pronounced than ever, and he rolled his r’s, but the question was purely rhetorical.
