Chapter 21
Brody
“Oh, really?” Georgia murmurs.
“Absolutely,” I say, and kiss her again, rougher this time, my hand closing on the back of her neck. I thread my hand through her hair, claiming her in a way that has my cock rigid against my shorts.
Her lips part, and she pulls me in, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I let out a groan and shove her up against the rail, pinning her there with my hips. The friction of her abdomen against my hardening cock almost knocks the wind out of me.
And I want to take her right here.
“Brody,” she sighs into my mouth, her greedy hands already under my shirt, and I want to destroy every barrier between us right this fucking minute. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I stagger back toward the hatch.
We don’t make it ten feet before we’re intercepted by Emmett, who stands in the galley with a whiskey glass.
“Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” he drawls, his eyes growing dark as they pour over the two of us. “Keep going.”
Georgia’s hands are on my belt, but her gaze snaps to Emmett. “Perfect timing,” she teases him. “You can help.”
“You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says, stepping closer and downing the rest of his drink. He runs a knuckle down her spine, from neck to tailbone, and she arches against both of us, her pussy grinding up my shaft.
I growl, my mouth hot on her ear. “You want them in on this, don’t you?”
“Please.” She whimpers, breath hitching, and I place her down and drag her into my cabin.
Miles is already there, a book discarded at his side on the table. “About time you all got here,” he says, and the flicker in his eyes shows a hunger that matches my own. “I was hoping we could have a little fun before we all get off the ship.”
Georgia giggles as she spins around to face all three of us. Her eyes bounce from me to Emmett and then to Miles, her lips parting slightly.
Fuck, I want her so bad.
And so do they.
The three of us close in around her. I strip my shirt off and let it hit the floor as she drops back to the bed. Emmett’s palms roam up her bare legs, peeling off the fabric of her shorts inch by inch.
“Hurry,” Georgia breathes, her eyes focused on him.
“Always so eager, little peach,” Emmett murmurs, finally discarding her shorts.
I step out of my own and start stroking myself as her pussy is put on full display. Emmett kisses up her inner thigh, and she tips her head back, her blonde hair falling in waves. I let him have his fun teasing her—I love the way it makes her squirm and whimper.
And I like that he’s every bit as transfixed by her as I am.
I’ll get my turn.
Miles slides in from the side, kissing her neck, murmuring something I can’t hear, but whatever it is makes her shiver, lips parted. I finally lean in and claim those lips again, catching them just as Emmett dips his head between her legs.
“Oh god,” she moans into my mouth, her hand reaching for my cock. She strokes my shaft as Emmett groans into her pussy.
I lean away and let Miles take her lips, as her hand finds his dick, too.
She’s gorgeous like this, golden and flushed, her hair a mess and her pupils huge, drunk on lust and maybe a little leftover anger. Her legs are spread for Emmett as she sits on the edge of the bed, her hips rolling into his mouth.
I’m not even jealous—not like I’ve been in the past. I’m just… lucky.
As she keeps working my cock, I slide my hand between her thighs. Emmett leans away and lets me feel how soaked she is, her hips rocking up to meet my fingers. I circle her clit, teasing slowly, and she lets out a sound that’s almost a sob.
“Put them in me,” she begs, and I follow her command, pressing two fingers inside of her.
“You’re so tight around my fingers, baby.” I press them deeper and she gasps
Emmett’s got his mouth on her breast, sucking at the nipple. Miles has both hands gripping each side of her face, holding her mouth to his as she kisses him.
My cock oozes with precum, and I can’t wait any longer. I pull my fingers out of her, slip my dick from her pretty little hand, and push it deep into her.
The shock of it makes her cry out, fingers suddenly digging into my arms, but she doesn’t break her kiss with Miles. I watch her fall apart as I bury my cock in her, her pussy clenching and pulsing.
“Oh, you’re such a good girl,” I groan out, my hands finding her ass and squeezing.
Emmett’s hand travels down her back, holding her steady, as I thrust into her pussy.
“Brody,” she whimpers, meeting my eyes.
I rear back and pound into her, letting Emmett hold her. “You still mad?”
She laughs, breathless. “Fuck off,” she says, but her face is contorted with pure pleasure.
“My turn.” Emmett pulls her off me. I stroke myself, the lubrication from her pussy feeling good against my shaft.
I watch as Emmett kisses her, and she moans into his mouth as he lifts her up and settles her on top of him, his cock sliding in without a second’s hesitation. He growls, “God, you feel good.” She grabs his hair with both hands, yanking him back for another kiss.
I watch them for a second, my heart punching at my ribs as I think about what I really fucking want.
Her ass.
Emmett’s lying back on the bed, and his hands are on her hips, guiding her up and down his cock, his face full of pleasure. Miles is already climbing up to line his cock up with her mouth.
And that gives me my goddamn opening.
I move behind her, palm her ass, and then slide two fingers along her slit, letting the wetness coat my hand before I press gently at her back entrance. She shudders, glancing over her shoulder at me, and I see the heat in her eyes.
“Can I have you there, baby?” I run my fingers over it again.
“I’ve never…” Her voice trails off as Emmett buries himself in her and then stills. “I’ve never done this.”
“You can tell me you don’t want to,” I reassure her, easing up on the pressure. “We don’t have to.”
“But he’ll be gentle, if you want to try,” Miles nods, locking eyes with me. “I trust Brody to handle it.”
“Me, too,” Emmett breathes out, his gaze on Georgia as he brushes some of her hair out of her face. “He’s the one to do this.”
She falls silent for a few moments, chewing on her bottom lip. I press my fingers gently against her ass once more.
“Just tell me if this feels good.”
She sucks in a breath as I gently slide a finger in. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” My cock throbs at the thought of burying it inside her. “Let’s do one more.”
Georgia nods. The guys’ eyes are on me as I stretch her open even more. She gasps, but then surprises me by moaning.
“More, give me more, please.”
Oh shit. My dick throbs as I keep working her tight little hole.
She grinds back against me, desperate. “Yes. Yes, please.”
I add a third finger, opening her up, and she whimpers, her hips rocking back and forth between us, consequently riding Emmett’s cock. I love the way she loses control, the way she lets herself be taken, never afraid to demand more.
She’s so goddamn perfect.
Miles stays kneeling on the bed in front of Georgia, stroking himself as he waits for his turn. Her eyes go wide, and she leans forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking him down so deep he curses under his breath.
The sight of it—her bouncing on Emmett, Miles’s cock stuffed down her throat, my fingers opening her up from behind—makes me lose every last ounce of restraint.
“I’m gonna take you,” I murmur, and carefully push the head of my cock against her ass and slowly press inside.
She chokes a little around Miles, but her body takes me, inch by inch, until she’s filled to the brim. Emmett groans, hands clenching her hips, and I lock eyes with him over Georgia’s shoulder.
“Holy fuck, I can’t believe this,” he groans, just before leaning forward and sucking her nipple into his mouth.
“Mmm,” Georgia responds, saliva dripping down her chin as she keeps sucking Miles off.
We start to move together, a careful rhythm at first, all of us tuned to Georgia’s reactions, adjusting, pausing, making sure she’s not in pain. But she’s relentless, moaning around Miles’s cock, grinding herself down onto both of us, her hands clutching the sheets so hard her knuckles whiten.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” I rumble, thrusting. Emmett speeds up, slamming up into her, and I time my movements so every time he pulls back, I push forward. Miles tangles his hands in her hair, fucking her mouth.
She explodes with an orgasm I can feel even in her ass.
Her whole body trembles as she stops sucking Miles, gasping for air. “Don’t stop,” she pleads. “Fuck me harder.”
I ram inside her ass, burying myself over and over.
Emmett’s the first to lose it, his head dropping back, sweat dripping down his forehead as he empties himself inside her. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I’m close, so fucking close.
Miles pulls her up then, sliding his cock between her tits, fucking them until she presses them together for him, smiling up with lips slick and swollen. Then she drops her head, taking him into her mouth again, and the sight is so obscene, I can’t hold back another second.
“You’re so good, baby, so damn good,” Miles says, as Emmett lies back and watches.
I slam into her, once, twice, and then I can’t hold back anymore. “Georgia,” I explode with a guttural groan, filling her ass.
Georgia milks me for every drop while I gasp for air, and then crawls forward, sucking Miles until he groans and erupts in her mouth. He comes all over her tongue and lips and chin.
She swallows every bit, wipes her chin, and collapses onto the bed, splayed out like the world’s most perfect goddess, sweat and cum painting her skin, hair wild and tangled.
“Holy shit,” Emmett breathes out, shaking his head. “I swear to God, this has to be heaven.”
“Fuck yeah,” Miles drops down.
I join them, with the three of us surrounding her, our bodies tangled in a knot of arms and legs and sticky, exhausted satisfaction.