He snaps his fingers and I scramble off the bed to kneel at his feet. “Stay here,” he orders, his eyes twinkling even though his face is serious. “I have to take a meeting with the expert.”
He and Embry step away toward the window and begin talking together in low voices. I only catch a few words, but it seems like he’s asking Embry questions and Embry is answering. I hear the words both and comes first to get her as wet as possible and it should be you, you know it should be.
And then Ash turns and walks over to the large armchair on the other side of the room, taking a seat with his bare feet planted firmly on the floor and his thighs spread wide. Even naked, he looks regal and kingly, his hard cock reaching up to his navel and resting against his belly, the sack below his penis large and heavy-looking.
“Crawl,” he instructs.
I crawl.
In my wedding dress, with Embry trailing like some sort of palace knight behind me, I crawl to my lord and master, hyperaware of every sensation. The diamonds still heavy in my ears, the sound of lace and tulle rustling along the carpet, the prickling awareness of Embry stalking along behind me, as if to make sure I don’t escape.
Like this, it’s easy to pretend that I am some sort of captured princess being hauled before her captor-king, or the bride in an arranged marriage facing the tyrant she now belongs to. A frisson of excited fear shoots down my spine at the thought.
Leave it to Ash to cherish me by making me crawl.
When I reach his feet, I know better than to look up at him. Instead, I gracefully settle back onto my knees, my toes tucked together underneath my dress and my arms behind my back in a box position. I keep my eyes down, even though I know the slightest flick upwards would reward me with the sight of that thick, delicious cock and those hard, hair-dusted thighs.
I stare at the carpet.
“She’s well-trained,” Embry remarks.
“Well, she wanted to be trained, unlike other people I know.” The words are pointed. Then I feel his finger on my chin. I look up and meet his eyes, the color of sharp bottle glass. “On your feet, princess.”
I rise, feeling the expensive skirts of the dress unfold around me as I do.
“Beautiful,” is all he says. And then his gaze moves to Embry. “Undress her for me.”
Embry obeys, his fingers easily working through the buttons and laces at the back of my gown, plucking them loose and freeing them. The dress opens up in back, and habit causes me to put my hands on the bodice to keep it from falling. Embry forces them both down and then roughly tugs the dress down past the petticoat underneath, tossing the gown carelessly aside. The petticoat comes next and then I’m standing there wearing only my corset, my stockings and my garter belt.
“The corset too,” Ash says. “I want to see her breasts.”
Embry unlaces the corset as easily as he did my dress, making me wonder how much practice he’s had getting women out of outfits like this. And then I decide I don’t want to know.
The corset loosens and is peeled away, revealing my breasts, which are high and firm and aching. My nipples, already tight little furls, grow even tighter in the cool air, under the gaze of both these men.
Ash’s cock jumps at the sight, but he seems otherwise unaffected, and his voice is casual when he says, “Turn around, princess. Just like that. You really are so beautiful.”
When I’m facing him again, he lifts a finger and gestures to Embry. “Show me her pussy.”
I shiver as I feel Embry press against me, his cock so hot against my hip it feels like it could brand my skin. He hooks a hand behind one knee, lifting it up and then spreading me wide, so that I’m balanced on the ball of my foot while Ash leans forward to inspect my cunt. He doesn’t say anything, just looks and probes with two indifferent fingers.
“Hold still,” Embry whispers in my ear. “Because if he likes what he sees, he’ll put his cock in you. Would you like that?”
I nod, whimpering as Ash continues his nonchalant inspection of my cunt. His fingers make a wide vee and separate my folds while he reaches up with his other hand to pull back the skin of my clitoral hood, exposing the swollen bud underneath. He presses a thumb against it—doesn’t rub it or strum it, just presses—and I practically collapse. Embry keeps me upright.
“Responsive,” Ash comments, removing his thumb and fingers. I moan at the loss.
“Would you like me to see if she’s wet inside?” Embry asks.
Ash leans back and gives an indifferent nod. Only the painful-looking throb of his cock and the heat in his eyes tell me that he’s only playing a game, setting a scene, pushing all of my buttons in exactly the way only he knows how.
Embry reaches around from behind me, still keeping my leg slung over his other arm, and slides his hand over my mound. The moment he makes contact with my pubic bone, I whimper. The moment he pushes two fingers inside me, I cry out, reaching back and grabbing at his neck for balance.
“Oh yes,” Embry rasps. “She’s wet.”
“Wet enough for my cock?”
“Most certainly.”
Ash purses his lips and thinks for a moment, then says, “You have ten seconds to get her dripping.”
I don’t understand what he means, but Embry does, setting my leg down and dropping to his knees in front of me. Without so much as a glance upwards, he presses his face into my cunt and begins licking me. Long, flat strokes, the apex of each stroke ending with a gentle suckle of my clit. My hands go to Embry’s hair at the same time my eyes go to Ash’s face, and for the moment, the mask has dropped and I see exactly how he feels. On the arm of the chair, his hand is clenched into an angry fist and his jaw is tight with restraint. But the slit at the top of that perfect dick is glistening with pearly drops of arousal and his pulse is pounding in his neck and those green eyes finally meet mine with searing, furnace-like love.
“Show me your wedding ring,” he commands. “Show it to me.”
I slide my left hand over the top of Embry’s head so Ash can see the ring.
“Whom do you belong to?”
“You, Mr. President.”
“You’re fucking right about that. Ten seconds are up,” Ash says. “She better be soaking wet.”
Embry pulls back with a reluctant groan. “She is. I made sure of it.”
“Good.” Ash spreads his legs a little wider. “Put her on top of me. And then put my cock inside her.”
The color is back on Embry’s cheeks, color that I know is mirrored on my own cheeks, and I feel his hands shaking as he tentatively brackets my waist.
Ash makes an impatient noise. “Now. I’m not accustomed to waiting.”
Embry’s hands tighten on me and then I’m being lifted onto Ash’s lap, as easily as if I were a doll. He arranges me so that I’m straddling Ash’s hips, and even raised up like this, I can feel the heat rolling off Ash’s erection. It takes everything I have not to reach down and impale myself on the perfect member right now.
Embry goes down to one knee, biting his lip as he keeps one hand on my waist and drops the other to fist Ash’s girth. With a shuddering breath, he brushes the tip of Ash’s cock against the lips of my pussy until he finds the wet, inflamed flesh of my entrance. And with no warning, I’m shoved down onto the huge cock, the invasion so sudden and so big that sparks of pain fly through my chest, stealing my breath.
“Oh, now that is some good pussy,” Ash says with a groan, his hips shifting underneath me. “Make her come on me,” he tells Embry. “I want to feel what it’s like when she comes.”
Embry’s trembling hands return, this time to my hips, and he slowly moves me back and forth on top of Ash. “Lean forward,” he says in a ragged voice. “It will rub your clit against his body.”
I do as Embry says, glancing back over my shoulder to see him. His normally perfect hair is tousled and messy from my hands and Ash’s hands, and there’s sweat gathering along the lines of his clavicle and in the furrowed lines of his stomach. His face is like it
was that night in Chicago—gone. Lost. Swallowed up by his own lust. I can tell that following Ash’s commands takes all of his focus, and Ash must be able to tell too because he says, “You’re doing such a good job, my little prince. You’re making me so proud.”
Embry’s hands tremble even more, but he keeps at his task, moving my hips and fucking Ash’s cock with my pussy. I feel like a toy or a sex doll, a tool, an extension of Embry’s body, and the feeling is deeply, awfully thrilling. To be just a thing to these men, just a tight pussy, the thing they use to relieve their needs—the thought sends knots of lust pulling deep in my belly, right where Ash’s thick cock rubs mercilessly against my womb.
“Does it hurt, Embry?” Ash asks softly. He looks meaningfully down at where Embry’s dark red cock is leaking in long drops. “Do you wish you could touch it? Just once?”
Embry drops his head against his chest. A single nod.
“She feels so good,” Ash says, with just a hint of cruelty in his face as he does. “You did such a good job making her wet for me. You’re moving her so good on top of me. It’s too bad you can’t feel it too.”
“You’re mean,” Embry whispers. “I forgot how mean you could be without even raising a hand.” But he doesn’t sound hurt. He sounds like Ash’s meanness is water in a desert, like he can’t get enough.
“You better make her come fast, Embry. It would be embarrassing if you came without even being touched, wouldn’t it? You want to save your seed for her pussy, don’t you?”
“Jesus,” Embry grinds out. “Jesus, Ash.”
But then he’s moving my hips harder, helping me fuck Ash while Ash tucks his hands behind his head and watches the two of us work my cunt on his cock like he’s watching the evening news.
Embry knows instinctively what I need, not a fast up-and-down but a rolling grind back and forth, and between Ash’s hard cock against my womb and the grind of my clit and seeing Ash so aloof and detached and in complete Dominant mode, it doesn’t take long before that lust finally knots itself so tightly that it breaks.
“You’re getting tighter,” Ash remarks, a flicker of interest in his eyes as he looks down at where we’re joined. “Are you going to come on me?”
I nod, unable to find words, unable to find the strength to do anything but grab onto the arms of the chair as the climax tears loose inside of me. I grind myself down as far as I can go, feeling Ash’s testicles against the cradle of my ass, desperate for that hard presence inside of me, that hard spear piercing right through the epicenter of my need. And Ash, who can read my body better than I can read my own, leans forward and wraps his arms around me, pulling me down onto him as he thrusts up.
Both Embry and Ash are holding me in place as I shudder and quake uncontrollably, holding me pinned against Ash so that there’s no escaping the overwhelming pleasure, the vicious waves of heat racing down to my toes and up to the top of my scalp. “Ash,” I gasp. “Embry. Oh God. Oh my God.”
It’s there on Ash’s cock, it’s everywhere that I have nerve endings, and it holds me tighter even than my men are holding me. And as I come down, I see that Ash’s jaw is clenched tight and his eyes bright, and then Embry is reaching underneath us, and I feel him circle Ash’s testicles and tug them down.
“Shit,” Ash hisses. “Fuck.”
But slowly, agonizingly, I feel him relax underneath me, his stomach unknotting and his face losing that taut expression of pain.
“Ouch,” he finally says, with a laugh, his laugh jabbing his cock into my still tender cunt. “Thanks for that.”
“You deserved it after teasing me about coming early,” Embry sniffs.
And then I’m pulled off Ash’s cock and swept into his arms. He carries me so easily, his strong arms like steel underneath me. “You aren’t going to come?” I ask fuzzily, still dazed from my orgasm.
“Oh, I am, doll. All three of us are going to come again. But that was to warm you up for the real show.”
“The real show?” I ask, confused, as he lays me carefully on the bed. And then he climbs in next to me and I feel Embry on my other side, two hot-blooded parentheses surrounding my naked body. “Oh,” I say, breathing hard. “I see.”
“Yes,” Embry says, turning me so that I’m facing Ash. Embry nuzzles the back of my neck. “I told Ash you’d need to come first. We both thought that little scene might set you off nicely.”
I blush.
Ash moves closer to me, running a hand from the nip of my waist to the curve of my hip. “Don’t be embarrassed, angel. I know exactly how you need to be cherished.” And then he pulls my leg up to his hip, opening up my wet pussy. He doesn’t enter me though. Instead, he uses my leg to pull me so close that our bodies are completely pressed together, his erection crushed against my belly, my breasts crushed against his chest, and then our lips meet in a scorching kiss.
“My wife,” he murmurs against my lips. “My little princess.”
His mouth is demanding, needy, and as soon as I think I’ve adjusted to the sensation of his firm tongue sliding against mine, I feel Embry’s mouth on my neck. His cock is pressed against my ass, his hips grinding it into the peach-like skin there, and his hands are everywhere—forcing their way between Ash and me to roughly palm my breast or reaching over my leg to pluck at my clit or spanking my ass with hard, sporadic spanks that made me gasp and grunt into Ash’s mouth.
And then the two of them show me the meaning of the word cherish. My hair is coiled around hands and kissed from the ends to the roots. My stomach is caressed and my back is rubbed, my thighs are chafed while my feet and hands are massaged. My lips are gently bitten and kissed by one male mouth while another mouth marks love behind my knees and on the small of my back and behind my ear. My nipples are sucked, both at once, by mouths so soft and warm, and those mouths move to my inner thighs, biting and kissing and nibbling. Those same inner thighs are chafed and teasingly scratched with stubble as the men fight over my pussy, both of them taking turns suckling my clit and tongue-fucking my channel and tracing letters of love across all the wet, swollen flesh. The sight of those heads wrestling for space and impatiently nudging each other out of the way sends my toes curling.
Time disappears, becomes nothing, and there’s only them. My men. My husband and his best friend, the President and the Vice President, two ex-soldiers who couldn’t help falling in love with each other.
Who couldn’t help falling in love with the same woman.
Twice they bring me to the brink of orgasm, and twice they back off, their hands and mouths suddenly preoccupied with sucking my fingers or tugging my hair, and by the time they move back up to their original positions—Embry behind me and Ash in front—I’m squirming and bothered and mindless with need. You could have asked me any question, and I wouldn’t have known the answer. The only word I can remember is more.
More
and more
and more…
More hands. More stubble. More quiet grunts and insatiable mouths. I need it all, want it all, will die without it, and it’s at that moment that Ash slings my leg back over his hip and brushes his lips across mine.
“Okay,” he says, his eyes on me but his voice directed at Embry. “It’s time, little prince.”
“Thank you,” Embry breathes. He presses so close behind me that I can feel the rough hair of his thigh against the back of mine. And then he reaches down, and with a groan that I can feel all the way down to my toes, he guides himself to my pussy, all eight straight inches sliding in with one thick thrust.
I come immediately. I’m so on edge, so wound up from the last however many minutes and hours of their attention, that the second I feel Embry inside of me after all these years, I release.
“Oh fuck, Greer,” Embry groans in my ear as I convulse around him. Ash is chuckling to himself as he kisses my face and neck. Embry thrusts in deeper, my ass smashed against his hips, and he holds himself still so he can feel each flutter and wave of my walls. “I’ve been waiting so long,
” he says breathlessly. “So long to feel you come around my cock again. So long to fuck you. And oh God, it’s so much better than I remembered.”
The pulses eventually stop, and then Ash kisses my forehead. “I’m going to finger you while Embry is inside of you, okay?”
“Okay,” I say, so languid and limp after my climax that I’ll agree to anything.
“It will be uncomfortable at first,” Embry warns in my ear. “But we’ll go slow and we’ll make it good for you.”
“I’ll be checking in with you,” Ash says. “This is…new. For everyone except Embry at least.”
I feel Ash’s fingers against my clit, rubbing past the too-sensitive flesh and making me jolt as he finds the place where Embry’s flesh meets my own. Embry grunts and I know that Ash is doing something to him that I can’t see, something that makes the man behind me stiffen and growl. “If you want me to last,” he grits out, “you’re going to have to stop that.”
Ash gives a dark little laugh and returns his attention to me, pushing one finger inside of me. “That’s not so—oh fuck.” Ash added two more fingers in the middle of my sentence, and now my back is arching, my body bucking automatically to get away from the foreign pressure.
“Talk to me, angel,” Ash says calmly. “Open your eyes and talk to me.”
I didn’t even realize my eyes were closed. I open them and try to find the breath to speak, reaching past the pain swirling behind my sternum. “It’s uncomfortable,” I manage. “Embry was right.”
“It will get better,” Embry assures me. “But if you need to stop or take a breather, just say the word.”
But I don’t want to say the word. I want to have both of them inside of me, I want to have a moment where all three of us are completely joined. Ash presses his forehead to mine, looking at me through his long, dark eyelashes. “Breathe with me,” he coaches quietly. “Follow my breathing.”
It’s nearly impossible, but I manage it, I manage to bring a breath deep into my stomach and slowly let it out, mimicking Ash’s exaggerated breaths. And as I breathe and the pain gradually turns into something else, Ash moves his hand so that his thumb can rub against my clit while his fingers massage the spongy front wall of my channel.
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