Knockout: Tapped Out Book 4

by Quinn, Cari

  Wrong move.

  As if he’d just realized what we were doing, Emerson dragged his lips from mine. “What the fuck, Lil?”

  Then he glanced down and saw JC’s hand on my breast, saw me squirming and leaning toward my other best friend, and his jaw locked. “Goddammit,” he muttered, moving away from us. “Fucking goddammit.”

  I started to straighten, to try to clear the haze from my mind. Not just from the beer but from the men. My men.

  “Just wait,” JC said against my ear, adding a little nip that made me moan. Damn, I just couldn’t stay quiet.

  Emerson whirled around. He looked at us sitting close together, JC’s hands roaming possessively and his mouth on my skin, and something inside him broke. Just shattered right in front of my eyes.

  After stalking back to us, he kneeled in front of me, then cupped my face in his hands. His gentle touch belied the wildness in his expression. I’d never seen anything like it before. My heart bumped and then his mouth was slamming down on mine, our teeth clashing as he fought his way back inside. It didn’t seem to matter that I was granting him access. He needed to drive himself back in with a force that should’ve scared me.

  All it did was make my want surge higher.

  JC’s hand moved from my breast down to the hem of my dress. I thought maybe he’d developed an interest in my thighs, but no, he was tugging the dress up my legs, not stopping at my hips or my waist. I had to move back for him to hike it up my torso and over my head, and when I did, I expected Emerson’s conscience or inner Lance voice or whatever stick he got up his ass to make itself known once again.

  Instead, he only gazed down at me in my scarlet-red lace panties and bra and licked his lips.

  Licked his lips.

  “Like what you see?” JC’s voice sounded in my ear, though he wasn’t talking to me. I knew very well who he was talking to.

  Emerson didn’t answer, just watched as JC flicked open the clasp between the cups of my bra. My breath caught and shuddered out as the protective covering fell away, exposing me to both of their gazes.

  I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

  More, I couldn’t believe I’d waited so long to do this. To feel this.

  “Lovely Lily. So perfect and soft.” JC’s mouth grazed my shoulder and my head fell back. “Let’s see about those parts of you that are hot and tight.”

  His hand was already on the move, gliding downward over my trembling belly. The tips of his fingers grazed the lacy waistband of my panties and I shook so hard that I knew I was going to have my first partner-assisted orgasm before they even got me naked.

  Emerson gripped my hips in his big hands, pulling me to the very edge of the cushion. My thighs quaked as Emerson peeled my panties down, going so slow that every movement shivered through my body. The air skimmed my bare pussy as he revealed it, inch by inch.

  His groan was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard, until JC’s echoed in my ear.

  Two gorgeous, strong, amazing men, brought low by the sight of me. Me, inexperienced, average Lily Matthews.

  I could die happy right now.

  “You’re perfect.” Emerson’s words rasped against my inner thigh. He bent closer as he tugged the lace down my legs, stopping when the material twisted above my knees. I wasn’t about to move and disrupt the sexual kung fu going on right this second, hell no.

  I might never move from this spot ever again.

  He darted his tongue out for a taste of my skin, and I wondered why until he made that same hungry sound and I remembered.

  I’d already drenched my thighs.

  “You’re soaked,” he breathed. “You really do want this.”

  “So much.” My voice shook even more than the rest of me. “I have for so long.”

  “Hear that, Knapp?” JC gathered my hair in his hand and used it to tug my head back so he could lay his scalding-hot lips on the side of my neck. “Your innocent little Lily…isn’t. Or she doesn’t want to be, and I think we should help her out with that.” He reached up to clasp one of my breasts with his free hand, and this time, he did pinch and pluck at my nipple. But it wasn’t clumsy, and the gesture sent warmth pooling between my legs.

  Any more and I’d be damaging JC’s brand new couch.

  Emerson watched him touch me, his eyes hooded. Like they might be when he was hovering above me in bed, his hips just above mine, his cock right frigging there—

  And then he spoke, and he was the boy I’d loved for over half my life. First, as a friend, then as a brother, then as the man I wanted to be with and never ever believed it would happen.

  “Is that true, Lil?” Emerson’s gaze lifted to mine. “Did you really want this for a while?”

  A part of me was ashamed to admit it. The rest knew I had to acknowledge what I needed to ever have a chance at getting it.

  “Yes.” I reached out to stroke his super-short dark hair and he turned his face into my palm, pressing his cheek against my skin. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” I tilted my head to look at JC, swallowing hard as his hungry gaze probed mine. “I’ve wanted you too. I just never thought I’d get to have you both. To have…this.”

  “We’ve wanted you too.” JC sucked on the side of my neck, and a new wave of tingles erupted between my thighs. “Haven’t we, Emerson?”

  JC’s voice dipped on Em’s name, and that sent one more thrill through me. I’d never heard him call my best friend by his first name and certainly not like that, as if the word itself was hot fudge melting in his mouth.

  Emerson’s large hands slid up my legs. “Ease back, sweetheart.”

  I did, unwilling to refuse him anything. Ever.

  He tugged off my ankle boots and then dragged down my panties, taking his time. All the while, I trembled and wished I’d taken just one more drink. Not because I didn’t want this—whatever this would turn out to be—but God, I was about to jump out of my skin from nerves and anticipation.

  JC lifted his hand to cup my cheek. His mouth dipped to mine again, and I moaned at the slide of his tongue, soft and persuasive. Then I felt more lips on me, another tongue. Coasting up my inner thigh, stopping just short of where the breeze from the overhead fan teased my hot wetness. I dug my nails into JC’s forearm, still beside my face, and he groaned in approval, tipping my head back farther to take more. His lips pressed into mine while other lips learned me intimately.

  The first lash of Emerson’s tongue between my legs tore a cry from my throat. I’d never had this before. Hadn’t even begun to realize how huge it would be.

  “Shh.” JC stroked my hair and drew back to tilt my head down toward where Emerson was busy. “See what he’s doing, babe?”

  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?”

  I startled, but not as much as Em did. I knew JC was into guys too, but I guess I’d never considered he might be into Em—my Em—as well. And Emerson definitely hadn’t, because his tight jaw turned to granite and his knuckles grew white where they tormented his cock.

  I didn’t know if Emerson liked men. We’d never discussed it. Definitely hadn’t discussed him liking JC.

  The idea didn’t bother me. Far from it. I shifted, pressing my thighs together again, unsurprised to discover a new layer of wetness between them. I wanted to see my boys together too.

  I was going to suggest maybe we…share Em’s cock, but by then, JC’s hand was on his own cock, stroking it openly on top of his jeans and then under after he loosened the button and lowered the zipper. His shaft popped out of the opening framed by his zipper, and Jesus, I wavered on my knees.

  Two for two. Either I was exceptionally lucky or my fantasies were pathetic.

  They wouldn’t be after tonight, that was for damn sure.

  JC shed the rest of his clothes and stood watching us, waiting to see who would make the next move. I was waiting too.

  Emerson moved forward and brushed my hair back from my forehead. Still saying nothing, he nudged the tip of his hard-on against my parted lips. I took him in eagerly, so glad he wasn’t shying away from any of this even if he wasn’t speaking.

  Him not speaking was never a good sign, but I’d worry about that tomorrow. The same time I looked for my missing sense of propriety.

  “That’s it, babe. Take it in, nice and slow.” JC’s voice near my ear made me shudder and try harder to take more of Emerson. I wanted to offer him even a fraction of the pleasure he’d given me.

  I tried to relax my jaw and pull him deeper a little at a time, but almost imperceptibly, he shook his head. His fingers braced against my forehead, holding me back.

  “I can’t,” he whispered. “Just suck the head. Please.”

  My chest twisted at the agony in his voice. I didn’t know what he couldn’t do and not being able to ease his discomfort bothered me. All I wanted was to make him happy.

  So I met his eyes, so troubled and aroused, and sucked.

  Five

  The girl I loved more than life was sucking my cock while another man watched. Another man who had gone down on her after I had and finished her off. I’d locked eyes with her while she’d had an orgasm, and it had been the most incredible thing I’d ever witnessed.

  I would never recover.

  Now her lips were working me a little clumsily, as if she hadn’t done this much before. And oh, God, I hoped she hadn’t. I wanted her mouth to be mine. Now that I’d had this much of her, I feared I’d be like an addict. I wouldn’t be able to stop until I’d had everything. Then I would still demand more.

  That was what she’d unleashed.

  “So pretty. Look at you sucking him. So gently and delicately, like a lady.” JC kissed her ear and along her jaw while I fought not to surge into her throat. “But you don’t have to be a lady here with us.”

  She shook her head and hummed and Jesus, I had to fist one hand in her hair and the other around the base of my dick to keep from losing it right there. Her eyes widened as I leaked more into her mouth, my body warning her what was to come even if I didn’t have the words. Hell, I barely had breath.

  Not when JC was reaching beneath her to pinch her tight little pink n
ipples and reaching back to rub her ass. She moaned and I moaned too, so connected to her that I wasn’t certain I wouldn’t come if she did again. It was as if JC was touching my chest and exploring my ass. He wasn’t sticking to the top of her full cheeks either. His fingers were trailing between, toying with her while she struggled to pleasure me and not choke on my cock.

  Some filthy part of me loved seeing her mouth full of my cock. Fucking loved it. And I knew that I’d feel guilty as hell about it later.

  “Babe, you’re soaking my fingers again. You like that, don’t you, having us both inside you?” When she made a low, hungry noise and nodded, he lowered his head to brush a kiss over her hair. “Are you a virgin, honey?”

  I waited, increasing the band around my cock. If we were going to be her first—

  Damn, we. I couldn’t imagine doing this without JC there with us, and I didn’t know what that made me. It wouldn’t be a big deal engaging in a threesome. I never had before, but I was a normal guy and had to admit the idea was sexy as hell. But this was Lily.

  My beautiful, sweet, innocent Lily, who I’d tried so hard to protect all these years from boys who would want to her dirty her up. And it turned out who I should’ve been protecting her from all along was me.

  She slid me free from her mouth and wetted her lips. My cock jerked in her hold and she smiled, her gaze flicking up to mine. Then her smile faded. “No,” she breathed.

  I stared at her. “No? What do you mean no?” I grabbed a handful of her hair, intending to drag her head up a little more so I could see all of her expression. Before I could, she let out a soft cry, her cheeks turning pink, and I realized she liked the unexpected bit of roughness.

  I’d lost control, and she’d enjoyed it.