Emma fixes her eyes on me. She lowers herself, her breasts against my chest, and I revel in the heat of her bare skin on mine.
“I want you to come so I can have you,” she says. She kisses my chest, and I know she can feel how hard my heart is beating under her lips. My balls tighten up as she kisses up my neck and across my jaw.
Emma lays a fierce kiss on my lips then pushes herself up, her palms on my chest, holding me down as she rides me. She picks up speed, tossing her head back, her face raised toward the ceiling with ecstasy. My God, she’s going to do me in faster than I planned.
Every time she rolls forward, I pull her back down to the base of my cock, increasing the strength of my thrusts. What is it about this woman? I just can’t handle it — my own climax is approaching fast.
Trigg brings his mouth to her breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth as she pushes forward. She reaches for him, one arm sliding across his shoulders, pulling him to her, and her rhythm slows.
I take over, my hands wrapping around her hips, lifting her as I dig my heels into the floor for leverage. My cock pounds into her, our bodies slapping together, and Emma throws her head back again with a beautiful gasp of pleasure. That does me in, and I let out a long groan as I come.
My inner thighs tremble with the release of coming as I draw in a deep breath. Emma has her bottom lip tucked into her teeth, her eyes watching me with satisfaction. She’s glowing from her recent orgasm, and she’s absolutely beautiful, bare-breasted over top of me. My hands caress the top of her hips, keeping her in place, my cock still inside her.
She’s still moving over top of me as my orgasm subsides, and I know she’s ready for more. I move my eyes to Trigg and tip my chin up, a silent question.
“I’m enjoying the hell out of watching this. Besides, I’m pretty sure Jude would love a little attention,” he says, nodding his head to the other side of us.
Emma’s gaze turns to Jude, and mine follows. I see it in his eyes — that same intense desire I feel for her. He’s aching for a turn.
14
Trigg
She beckons to Jude, and he drops from the chair immediately, going to his knees as he moves closer. Her eyes light up with anticipation, but I want to check in with her first, to make sure. Her comfort level comes first — no matter how much we want her.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “Would you like to continue, or do you want to take a break? I’m sure I can find a robe for you.”
She shakes her head and gives me the most enticing, naughty smile I’ve ever seen. “Oh, hell no, we’re not taking a break. I don’t want a robe — I want this,” she says stroking my chest. “And this.” Her other hand slides across Daniel’s abdomen.
“And this.” She leans to Jude, and he brings his lips to hers. He kisses her more sweetly than I figured he was capable of — soft and gentle.
Jude places a hand on Emma’s thigh and rises, standing up. He moves to the couch and sits down. “Come here, sweetheart.”
His voice is as gentle as the kiss he gave her, yet it has this undercurrent of a firm command. Emma’s body responds to it like an addict to the sight of drugs, her chest heaving with a sharp intake of air as her eyes focus on him.
Daniel pats her thighs and smiles eagerly. “Go get it, love.”
She leans down for another tender kiss before she eases off Daniel. He stands up on shaky legs, following her as she moves toward Jude. I’m not far behind, all of us gathering at the couch.
Jude pulls Emma onto his lap and kisses her again. When their lips part, he pats her ass and asks, “Why don’t you turn around?”
Emma looks at him curiously. “You mean, like—?”
He nods, lust in his eyes. “Reverse cowgirl. So Trigg and Daniel can play with you while I fuck your sweet pussy. Now turn that ass around.”
Whoa. I’ve never heard Jude talk to Emma that way before, and holy hell, it does something to me, especially as I watch a beautiful, pink flush spread all the way up her chest to her neck. Her smile twitches, and she licks her lips excitedly. She stands and turns, her ass in Jude’s face.
“Hey, beautiful,” I say as she faces me.
Her back now to Jude, she smiles at me, and her lips part as Jude’s hands smooth from her ass to her shoulders then back down. He wraps firm hands around her hips and pulls her back.
Emma moves her legs to the outside of Jude’s thighs and lifts herself over top of his thick erection. He leans back as far as he can, looking down his body, watching as he penetrates her, sucking in a sharp breath as his cock disappears inside her. It’s one of my favorite things in the whole world to see, too, and it’s hot as hell to watch his hard shaft disappear into her tight pussy.
I can’t imagine how it must feel. Or can I? To be with us all like this. To have her eyes on me as she takes Jude inside her. Watching the pleasure wash across her face has me swelling even more.
Her head tips back, and her breasts jut out toward me as she arches her spine. Her eyes close as she lets out a low moan, lowering to take his full length. She must be so sensitive from coming already and having had Daniel inside of her.
Fuck this just watching stuff, I need to taste her. I drop to my knees between their legs and move close to Emma. I put my hands around her waist to get in harmony with her rhythm and lower my mouth to her pussy.
I flick my eyes up to her face as my tongue finds her clit, moving my upper body in time with hers. Emma’s eyes open quickly as I make contact, and she runs her fingers through my hair, moaning for us. Above me, Daniel bows to her breast and takes a nipple between his lips.
The three of us work together, our hands and lips on her body, tasting, stroking, and kissing as her hips roll, riding Jude with wild abandon. The most beautiful sounds of pleasure are coming from her faster and faster now.
My cock is starting to ache from being stiff for so long without relief. I rub a hand across the bulge in my jeans as Daniel switches to Emma’s other breast, using his lips and teeth to elicit a high-pitched gasp from Emma.
It isn’t long before her shoulders pull back and her hips lose the rhythm as she comes. Jude curses and begins breathing like a freight train as her orgasm clenches down on his shaft. I keep my tongue on her throbbing clit, softly teasing out every wave of ecstasy I can.
Daniel cuts off her climatic cry with a passionate kiss. She moans and gasps into his mouth as she regains her tempo, but now it’s Jude who’s losing the beat.
I gently kiss Emma’s stomach, trailing across her smooth skin to her side. Behind her, I see Jude’s chest and shoulders are flexing, his lips pulled back from his teeth. I know that look. He’s close, having had to wait — stroking himself the entire time he watched Emma and Daniel.
His palms rest at the rounds of her backside, his fingers digging into her hips, watching from behind as his cock moves in and out of her. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good. Fucking ride me, sweetheart.”
I smile as I continue nibbling Emma’s warm skin. Dirty words and all, it’s as expressive as I’ve heard Jude be with a woman. And damn, does Emma respond to him. She tenses her legs and stomach, speeding up the rolling motion with her hips. Jude grunts in satisfaction, his biceps flexing as he helps to guide her movements.
His thighs twitch, and he’s holding his breath between pants for air. He’s trying to hold out a little longer for her, but I know from my own experiences with Emma that he doesn’t stand a chance. A moment later, Jude seizes her by the waist and pushes her down to the base of his cock hard, then thrusts once — twice — before he roars, his body convulsing. He sucks in a series of sharp breaths, letting out a quick groan each time, then his tense muscles finally relax.
“Goddamn,” he huffs, sinking back against the couch.
His exclamation makes Emma smile. It’s a bit of a heady, distant smile — full of the fog of orgasm. “I’ve never done that before.”
I laugh a little. “Which part?”
“All of it.” She’s glowing, not a shred of
self-consciousness remaining.
“Would you like more?” I ask. “It’s okay if you’re tired.”
She looks down at the erection straining at my jeans. “I am tired… but I’m not quite done yet,” she assures me, running her fingers down my chest to my abdomen.
“How about you lay back this time?” I suggest.
Daniel goes into action, gathering some of the throw pillows and motioning for Jude to move to the floor. Jude slides off the couch onto the soft rug, holding Emma against him as he moves. He scoots against the pillows and leans back on the pile, Emma’s back to his chest. He wraps his arms around her, one hand at her belly, the other massaging a breast, and he kisses behind her ear, whispering something I can’t hear — but it makes her smile.
Jude nods to me, and I get to my feet, unfastening my belt. Daniel edges closer to Jude and Emma, brushing his fingers against her arm. “Do you like how this feels? Having all of us?”
Emma wets her lips, keeping her eyes on me, but her hands venture to Jude and Daniel. “I love how this feels.”
“I love how this feels, too,” Jude tells her.
With Jude kissing her neck on the other side, Daniel nibbles on Emma’s earlobe then leans over her, sinking into her for a kiss. She lets out a breathy moan as he deepens their kiss, her grip clenching down on them and her hips making this sexy circle — needing one of us inside once more.
I don’t make her wait long. I step out of my pants and boxer briefs then kneel between Jude’s legs, Emma opening for me as well, her knees bent. Jude holds her tight as I settle over the top of both of them. Christ, I didn’t know sharing her would get me so riled up. Emma laying against Jude — then me against Emma. I want to touch her, and I want to watch. Most of all, I don’t want this to end.
I’d debated with myself ever since the guys started alluding to having feelings for Emma — could I do this? Could I deal with not having her all to myself? I can’t deny the strong possession I feel for her. The fierce need I have. But the tightness in my chest isn’t jealousy.
I don’t have a word for it, but it’s electrifying, and primal, rising from my core. It’s the excitement I feel watching them slide their cocks inside her. The depth of solidarity I feel as I recognize that look in their eyes, our desire and love for Emma equal. It’s the happiness I feel resonating in me when any of us do something that makes Emma smile, or laugh, or moan with pleasure.
We’ve all fallen for her. All of us. And everything about that excites the hell out of me, including this, right now — her laid out before me, her naked body stretched against Jude’s, the intimacy of the kiss she’s sharing with Daniel. It’s all so good.
Emma turns her eyes to me and slides her hands around the back of my neck as I push into her, slow and gentle. I love the long, long moan she makes and how her thighs grip my sides. I brace myself over her, my palms on the floor on either side of Jude, and my arms brushing against Jude’s as I move with Emma.
Jude and Daniel turn their attention to her sides, her thighs, her neck, as my chest presses against her breasts. I kiss her quivering lips, moving with slow, long thrusts, my lips never leaving hers.
I lean in, putting more of my weight on Emma and Jude, wanting to make contact with as much of her skin as I can. She lifts her knees further, wrapping me in close with her legs.
I’ve never experienced this before — the arousal of watching another couple making love, and doing so myself, seeing how Emma’s body fit like a glove with theirs, and now with mine. The sounds they made — the sounds we now make — some hushed and almost secretive, others ecstatic and unrestrained. How Jude’s hands hold her hips from below as I stroke into her. How her fingers dig into my hair as she moves her kisses between Daniel and I, each turn becoming more and more passionate.
Jude sweeps hair from her ear before he whispers, “Does he feel good inside you, sweetheart?”
Emma’s eyes open, staring into mine as I make love to her. “Yes,” she says softly. “It feels amazing.”
Jude’s hand pushes between us, and I lift my abdomen, allowing him to reach down to rub her clit. “And this? Does this feel good?”
She cries out, arching her back, her head pushing into Jude’s shoulder. “Yes.”
Daniel can’t resist the urge to get in on this. He bends to her breasts, kissing and sucking. Emma moans and cries with every breath, her body trembling.
Jude kisses her temple, his fingers still massaging her clit as I continue moving into her firm and slow. “I can tell you like that,” he whispers to her.
She’s panting, but she manages. “All of you. It’s all of you. Oh, God.”
Emma lets out a loud, moaning shout. Her muscles tense and don’t let up. I groan with her, swept up in the intensity of her climaxing while I’m deep inside her. Emma’s mouth opens in a silent O, her eyes going shut as Jude bites into her neck.
My pace becomes erratic as my own climax hits. My body strains against hers, and I let out a loud groan as I finally release.
I collapse onto her, my head resting between her breasts, and we both breath hard. Her muscles finally give, and she relaxes, her body softening. Daniel kisses the dew of sweat on her forehead and sits back with a smile, running his fingers down her arm tenderly. Jude holds her tight, his hand turning her face to his for a sweet and slow kiss.
I lift my head and chest from Emma and take it all in. The kisses, the satiated smiles, the sweat on our skin, and the scent of sex. I’m completely captivated. We’re all consumed with our woman, and the intimate knowledge of that only reaffirms my decision about this arrangement between the six of us.
This is what I want, always.
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Emma
I’ve made meals in our new kitchen for nearly a week now — a couple with all the guys helping, but it hasn’t been anything like this. Not only are Callie and Cora masters of any kitchen they walk into, but they are the ones who helped to lay out the floorplan and purchase all the appliances. In a way, they know my new kitchen better than I do.
Callie bends to lower the oven door — or rather, one of the three oven doors — to remove the latest dish. “Oh! Perfect. These are Gunner’s favorite.”
Cora shakes her head while wrapping spears of asparagus with prosciutto. “I thought you said this was Gunner’s favorite.”
I round the large, stainless steel table in the center of the prep area of the kitchen. I point to Callie’s tray of miniature, double stuffed and loaded redskin potatoes. “These are his favorite with beer. The wrapped asparagus are his favorite with champagne.”
“Which will he be drinking?” Callie asks.
I give her an incredulous look. “Seriously? Both. Have you never met the man?” I joke with an easy laugh. “We can serve the wrapped asparagus first with the champagne and the loaded redskins afterward when he’s moved on to his vanilla porter.”
Callie sets down the potatoes to cool and pulls the list of appetizers nearer. “So, wrapped asparagus, strawberries, and the cheese and cold cuts plate with the champagne. Anything else?”
“The crab spread?” Cora asks. “That’ll pair well.”
I point a finger at her. “Perfect. The spicy recipe?”
Cora mimics a sprinkling motion with her right hand. “Liberal use of crushed red pepper, yeah.”
“Jude could eat that by the gallon,” I say. “It’s most certainly going on the list.
Callie moves to the industrial refrigerator. “Good thing we have two of these in here. We’re cooking way too much food for such a small guest list, you know that, right?”
Cora laughs. “It doesn’t matter how many attendees we’ll have. Gunner will be there.”
“It isn’t just that,” I say. “I’d love to have a bunch of leftovers. Stuff I can freeze. Because the guys love my cooking but this software launch is taking a lot of my time.”
“Oh, yeah.” Callie makes no attempt to hide her wide smile. “Plus, I’ll be you’ll need a little recovery ti
me when you get back. I’m sure they’ll keep you very busy with, um, activities during the honeymoon.”
Cora sets the last asparagus wrap on her tray and gives me a knowing wink. “We’ll have to kidnap you for the week after. A girls’ only vacation, just to recover.”
I can’t help feeling red in the face. Individually, the guys each satisfy me completely in their own way, but there’s something amazing that happens when more than one of them turn their attention on me at the same time. Something more than just the addition of more bodies — it’s like they feed off one another or something, and it takes me to heights I previously never could have fathomed. We haven’t all been together that way, not yet. In smaller clusters, but not the six of us. They say they want to save up for the big bang — which has led to endless puns from Gunner — but I secretly think they’re enjoying tormenting me. If two and three of them are amazing, I just can’t even begin to imagine what enjoying all of my men at once will be like. Mentally, emotionally, I’m ready. I just hope my body is, too — but I won’t have to wait too much longer to find out.
“I really might need some down time after this epic honeymoon they have planned,” I tell the sisters with a blush. “But I can’t be away from Pentabyte for too long. We can do a lot via video conference, but there’s nothing like leading in person to get a project this size off the ground.”
“Just don’t turn into such a workaholic that you never come to see us,” Callie says.
I put on a face of shocked outrage. “And miss out on trying to drink an entire case of wine all at once? Hell no. Our monthly girls’ night is still on.”
Another oven dings, and Cora dons oven mitts. “Those are the stuffed bell peppers. Sure you don’t want to invite more people? Even with leftovers...”
I wince, crinkling my nose. “If things were different, we’d have a thousand people on the list. But things as they are, if we made a big deal out of our commitment ceremony — or even a moderate deal — we’d have our sex lives on the front page of every tabloid from here to Timbuktu. None of us want that kind of attention. People will already gossip, but we just want to be left alone, you know?”
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