Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
E asing his hand from her hair, he stroked it down her back until it rested on her arse, then gave it a gentle squeeze. He smirked at her quiet whimper. “Want me to kiss it better?”
Emily snorted. “Did you really just ask me if I want you to kiss my arse?”
He chuckled at her sass then spanked her, eliciting another groan, another wiggle of her hips that pushed her cunt against his cock and sent a shot of pure pleasure up his spine. “I can kiss your arse if you like,” he said, “but I’d rather eat your pussy.”
That sweet blush bloomed over her cheeks again and she bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, please.”
“On your feet, baby,” Dane instructed, then helped her get in position, straddling Eric’s head, facing his feet.
“Are you sure he won’t suffocate?”
“Meh.” He could hear the shrug in his brother’s voice. “If he dies, he dies.”
“That’s not very reassuring,” she grumbled, hovering over him, denying him his prize.
“Sounds like someone needs another reminder about who’s in charge,” Eric said, then gripped her thighs in both hands and forced her body down over his face.
Sinking his teeth into her fleshy thigh, he revelled in her yelp, then soothed the ache with his tongue. Over and over he did that, avoiding her pussy, driving the anticipation higher until she relaxed into position, wrapped her delicate fingers around his cock and took him into her mouth.
The warmth of her body enveloped him, her thick thighs the most luxurious pillows he’d ever rested his head on.
Her body pressed along his, the softest of blankets.
But her mouth was a different kind of heat, wet and greedy and all consuming.
And when she slid her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft, and flicked it around the head of his cock, his brain turned to mush.
“ Fuuuck ,” he breathed, then reciprocated the action, matched her enthusiasm and went to town on her cunt.
“Fuck, yes,” Dane growled from somewhere beyond them, then the bed dipped and moved as his brother joined them. Suddenly Emily’s head has yanked off his cock, and Eric could hear Dane’s breathing change. His little brother had stolen his prize for himself.
He would call him a selfish prick but that wasn’t the way they worked.
What was his, was theirs, and he knew Dane felt the same.
Always had, always would.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock. Such a good girl.” Then he heard a wet pop and her mouth was back on him. “Such a good girl,” Dane crooned. “Suck his cock, Emily. Make him come.”
Eric flicked his tongue against Emily’s clit then sucked it between his lips. He pinched and he bit and he soothed. He stroked and he licked and he teased until her body quivered and tightened, until her hips bucked and she fucked his face and yelled his name.
“Eric, fuck yes!”
He continued licking and sucking until she started to squirm, until the sweetness that was Emily Berringer stopped running down his chin.
“Get on your back, baby.” Dane helped manoeuvre their girl into position once more then tossed Eric a condom. “Age before beauty,” he said with a wink, then went back to devouring Emily with his eyes, stroking her ankle, her leg, with loving affection.
“We’re going to fuck you now,” Eric said. Crawling over the top of her, he propped himself up on his arms and stared down at her, drank in her pretty blue eyes and flushed skin, memorised the plump curve of her shy smile, the faint pattern of freckles on her cheeks. “Is that okay?”
Emily nodded enthusiastically.
“Say it,” Dane demanded, his voice heavy with lust.
Her throat bobbed and she wet her lips as her gaze danced between them. “Yes, I want you to fuck me. Both of you. I want that very much.”
Eric didn’t need to hear another word. He fisted one hand around his cock and guided himself home, sank into his lover’s willing body to the hilt then threw back his head and groaned. “So fucking good.”
When he looked down at Emily again, her eyes were hooded and her teeth held her bottom lip hostage.
Using his thumb, he freed her lip then bent his head and took her mouth again, only softer, less urgent.
He let himself indulge in the teasing way she plucked at his lips with her own, the way her tongue slow-danced with his, and all while he moved inside her.
While he made love to her.
Emily buried her face in the crook of his neck, nipped and sucked on his skin.
Moaned his name and wrapped herself around him.
He was lost in her, in the feel of her wet heat, the smell of skin.
Then she raked her fingernails across his arse, leaving stinging trails in their wake and spurring him to fuck her faster. Harder.
Moving to his knees, Eric gripped Emily under her thighs and pulled her to him, slammed their bodies together over and over as he fucked her with bruising need.
But as intense as their passion was, it wasn’t enough to keep her focus completely on him.
Her gaze drifted to Dane, hungry, pleading, before coming back to him, as if silently asking his permission to be naughty.
She wasn’t to know his brother was only being cautious, this being her first time fucking them.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Very sure.”
He grinned at her and nodded. Who was he to deny her anything? “Dane, give our girl something to suck on.”
His brother rejoined them on the bed and kneeled by Emily’s head, and she needed no prodding to take him in her mouth again. In fact she seemed to relish it.
“Naughty girl.”
She threw him a cheeky smile, at least she tried to.
He imagined it wasn’t easy, smiling with a cock down your throat, but the smile didn’t last. As Eric pounded into her, he felt her body tighten, felt her slick heat splash him with every thrust of his hips.
Dane eased back and gave her room, then pumped his cock in his fist, and they both watched in awe as Emily’s body convulsed with her second orgasm, as her back arched and her toes curled and her hands fisted in the sheets.
“Oh my God. Yes. YES!”
The sight of their lover lost in her passion was enough to push Eric over the edge.
He’d fought the urge to come for long enough and couldn’t hold it back anymore.
Locking eyes with his girl, he let himself go, let his orgasm take hold and rode his own wave of ecstasy.
Slammed his hips home so hard she’d be sure to feel it for days.
And just as he sat back, panting and satiated, still buried deep inside Emily, Dane shot his load over her breasts then fed her the tip of his dick, groaned as she licked him clean.
“I fucking love you, baby,” Dane said, then leaned down and kissed her.
“I love you, too,” she replied, her voice soft and languid. Then she looked at Eric and smiled. So beautiful. “And you. I love you, too.”
Eric didn’t answer. He eased himself out of her and disposed of the condom, then came back to the bed and hauled Emily into his lap.
“So, now that you’ve had a little taste of what it truly means to be ours, are you sure you still want this?
” He tucked a strand of her sweat-slicked hair behind her ear. “Are you sure you still want us?”
Emily stared at him like he’d just asked her the dumbest question in the history of dumb questions, then asked one of her own. “Are you sure you still want me?”
“Of course we want you,” he said. “ I want you. I love you, Emily.”
“Good,” she said, a goofy smile blooming on her face. “Now shut up and kiss me.”
After kissing each of them in turn, Dane climbed off the bed. “Why don’t you two shower and get dressed,” he said. “I’ll make coffee.”
Emily cocked one brow as she watched Dane leave, her gaze glued to his arse. “He’s going to make coffee naked?”
Eric laughed and nodded. “He usually does.”