Chapter Twenty Josh
Ishouldn’t even be surprised when Emma kisses Ryan, but shock hits me in the chest like a bolt of lightning regardless.
This could change everything.
Ryan tightens his grip on her arms as he kisses her back for a few seconds before pulling away. “Wait…”
Emma shakes her head. “I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of fighting against how I feel. I want you. I want all of you.”
Max and I share a surprised look with each other. I think we all suspected that she liked us to some degree, but we didn’t want to ask. Hearing confirmation makes our feelings all that more real.
It makes the possible consequences all that more real too.
Emma glances around at all of us, a horrified look filling her features as Ryan lets her go. “I’m so sorry… I read things terribly wrong.”
I stand up from my seat and shake my head. “You didn’t. Trust me, you didn’t.”
“Absolutely not,” Max agrees from beside her.
Ryan glances around, and the three of us share a look. A silent confirmation passes between us. “We all feel the same about you,” he says, softly stroking her cheek.
“We just haven’t wanted to ruin our friendship with Ethan and Andrew,” Max whispers, letting the heavy weight settle over all of us.
Emma’s cheeks flush, nervousness still filling her face. “I can’t help how I feel.”
I cross over to her and gently cup her face, hoping to soothe away her stress. Sure, there are things to worry about, but it feels like we’re in our own little world in this office. Hidden away from everyone else. From the eyes of those we don’t want to see us.
“Then don’t fight it,” I whisper, closing the space between us and pressing my lips to hers. Emma slowly winds her arms around my neck, her chest meeting mine. The deeper our kiss becomes, the needier our movements become. She parts her lips, allowing my tongue to brush hers.
Even the tiniest moan of hers makes me start to harden.
I break from her, feeling the other guys’ gazes on us. I need a breather, and it’s only right of me to share. “Come here.”
Emma follows in a heated daze as I guide her to straddle Max’s lap, my hand resting on her back. She grabs Max’s shoulders to steady herself, his hands flying to her hips.
“There you go,” I praise her as she crashes her lips against his, the heat between them already burning hot.
Max pulls her across his lap, coaxing a moan from her as the friction hits her. He doesn’t stop, helping her grind on him as their needs become more desperate. Harder to deny.
I take a step back and watch the scene, my erection already straining against the front of my pants.
Every curve of her body calls out to me, yearning to be caressed.
My eyes shift to Ryan as he watches, subtly rubbing his palm against himself through his pants.
“I think she needs help getting her clothes off.”
Ryan nods without hesitation and reaches over, tugging off Emma’s sweater and unhooking her bra in a few seconds. He tosses the garments over to a nearby chair before standing behind Emma, coaxing her head back with a hand in her hair so that he can kiss her again.
We definitely don’t feel the cooling temperature in the office now. At this point, I’m burning hot, and I gladly strip off my suit jacket and my button down to cool myself.
Max leans forward and takes one of her nipples between his lips, sucking hard to make her gasp into Ryan’s mouth. He moves to the other, his hands squeezing and caressing her soft flesh.
Ryan lets his hands roam over her arms and shoulders, easing any lingering tension in her muscles. “You are so beautiful. You were so damn hard to resist.”
Emma smiles up at him as she buries her fingers in Max’s hair, holding him close to her chest as he continues sucking and kissing. “Don’t resist.”
“We don’t plan to,” Ryan replies. “Let her sit next to you, Max. My turn.”
Max draws her down for one more heated kiss before releasing her so that she can sit on the couch next to him.
Her hand immediately snakes over to his belt to unbuckle it. “I think you guys are too dressed.”
“Could say the same about you,” Ryan says as he kneels and works on taking off her pants and panties, sliding them both off her in one go. He grabs her hips and pulls her to the edge of the couch cushion, spreading her legs so that he can admire her.
“You’re going to be the death of us, sweetheart,” I tell her as my cock aches and pulses with need. I want to be inside of her so damn badly, but I also want to watch her fall apart as Ryan buries his face between her thighs.
He starts slowly, teasing and licking until Emma’s breath comes in short pants. She rakes her fingers through his hair as he gently guides her legs wider.
Emma throws her head back with a gasp, her free hand gripping Ryan’s hair as he flicks his tongue against her clit. “Feels so good… don’t stop.”
Max exhales slowly as she slips her hand into his briefs and starts stroking him. He closes his eyes for a moment, gathering himself before watching the show as she writhes and arches. “Good, baby?”
Emma nods fervently. “So good.”
I grin a little as I watch her come more and more undone. Unable to deny myself, I undo my belt and pants and reach into my briefs, my hand finding my erection. I wrap my fingers around myself and start pumping, heat crackling through me at the erotic sight of her.
I shouldn’t see her like this, but I can’t look away. I can’t stop.
I don’t want to anymore.
Ryan pushes two fingers inside of her and hooks them upward, pressing against a spot that makes her back come off the couch. He brings his mouth back to her clit, sucking and licking and doing whatever she needs to reach the edge.
Emma squeezes her eyes shut, so close it looks painful. She just needs a little push.
“Come for us, Emma,” I tell her, making her look at me. Her eyes drop to my hand as I stroke myself before going back up to my eyes. “Can you do that? Can you be good for us?”
Emma lets out a shaky breath and nods. “I can… I…”
She doesn’t finish her sentence before her orgasm hits her, stealing away her breath and her words. All she can do is moan in bliss as she shakes through the intensity, her grip on Ryan’s hair tightening.
Ryan doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. Honestly, he probably likes it. After one more slow lick up her center to taste her again, he lifts his head to meet her eyes. “More?”
Emma nods, cheeks streaked with a pink blush.
Ryan frees himself from the rest of his clothes and pulls her ass a little off the couch cushion, lining himself up with her entrance.
“Woah, wait. No one has a condom,” Max speaks up. At least one of us is thinking somewhat logically right now.
“I’m on the pill,” Emma replies as she gives him a comforting look. “We don’t have to stop. I don’t want to stop.”
“Of course not. Greedy girl,” I tease her, making her eyes darken a hint.
“If you were in my shoes, you’d do the same,” she assures me before looking at Ryan and sliding her hands up his arms. “Don’t hold back. Show them how I want to be fucked.”
Ryan doesn’t wait a second longer to sink inside of her, burying his cock to the hilt. He gives her a few seconds to adjust, but after that, he gives her exactly what she asked for. He pulls back and slams back in, his fingers sinking into her perfect hips.
Emma cries out in bliss as he sets a hard, deep pace to claim her body as his. For the time being.
“You look so beautiful being fucked,” Max tells her as he pumps himself, drinking the sight of her in.
“Yes, she does,” I say, my voice dropping low to a whisper as heat turns in my stomach. I could come just from watching her, but I’ve fantasized about this moment far too much to miss out on it.
Emma grabs the back of Ryan’s neck and drags him down for a heated kiss as he continues pounding into her. “I want you to come for me this time.”
Ryan’s jaw tenses as he tries to hold off. Between the way her thighs grip him and her sultry words, he’s a damn goner.
Who can resist her when she asks such things?
“Oh, fuck,” Ryan grunts as he quickens his pace, his thrusts growing erratic as she whispers pleas to him. He finally spills into her with a sharp exhale, making Emma writhe in pleasure as he fills her.
She’s so damn perfect. So beautiful. Even with the mess on her inner thighs and her flushed face.
I can’t help but take a mental photograph.
Ryan pulls away from her and crashes down on one of the cushioned chairs, looking like he’s borderline dizzy from the exhilaration and bliss.
“I hope you’re not spent, baby,” Max says as he strokes her cheek.
Emma shakes her head as she rubs her thighs together.
“Come ride me,” Max tells her before pulling her back onto his lap. “Right where you belong.”
I don’t even mind waiting a little longer. Watching her suspended in pleasure does something to me that I can’t quite explain. It satisfies me on a level that I didn’t know existed.
Emma lifts up, letting him easily slip his cock inside of her. She sinks down with a broken moan, already wet and ready for him. She takes control this time, moving up and down on top of him at her own pace.
Max leans back and watches her, admiring the bounce of her breasts and the sway of her hips. “I shouldn’t have stopped kissing you at the game. I should’ve taken you somewhere and showed you how badly I wanted you.”
I glance at Ryan and raise an eyebrow.
Ryan merely smirks, still breathing hard.
“Max…” Emma breathes out as she drops down on him harder, sinking her nails in his shoulders.
“You would’ve liked that, huh? Sneaking off somewhere to do this,” Max says as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close.
“Yes…” Emma replies.
Max starts thrusting up into her, both of them breathing heavier. “I’m close. You drive me crazy.”
“Me too,” Emma says. “So close.”
Max presses his face into the crook of her neck as he thrusts into her over and over, making them tumble over the edge together quickly. He rocks her on his lap, drawing out the pleasure as long as he can until they’re spent.
Emma looks over her shoulder at me and gives me an inviting smile. The fact that she isn’t exhausted just turns me on even more. She’s as insatiable as us.
I walk up behind her and draw her mouth to mine, pushing my tongue against hers.
She moans my name, and it shatters something in me.
Emma sighs blissfully into my mouth. “Your turn.”
Damn right it is.
I don’t hesitate. I guide her off Max’s lap, keeping her on her knees and placing her hands on the top of the couch. “Spread your legs.”
Emma’s breath hitches, but she does as I say, moving her knees farther apart.
I step up behind her, pushing my cock through her wetness until it enters her. Her walls grip me, pulling me in even more. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
Emma moans as I grab her hair and tilt her head backward, her eyes fluttering shut as my lips graze her forehead.
“You’re going to come one more time,” I tell her as I start rocking in and out of her, already feeling myself race toward the edge. Watching her has been pleasurable torture, and I’m ready to make her fall apart on my cock.
Emma whimpers as I drive into her over and over, her body growing tense. “Josh…”
Just the sound of my name on her tongue spurs me on even more, heat channeling through every inch of my body. I keep my hand fisted in her hair, holding her in place so that I can thrust deep every single time.
Emma’s breath quickens as her thighs start to tremble. “Oh… please…”
She moans my name, and it shatters something in me.
She’s probably sensitive to the touch at this point, able to be toppled over so easily.
“You’re going to come with me,” I growl, chasing the edge. “You ready?” Emma nods as much as she can. “I’m ready. I’m so ready.”
I can feel her squeezing me at this point, and there’s no way that I can fight off my release any longer. My grip tightens on her hair as I slam home, spilling into her as her walls flutter around me.
She barely has any voice left to speak, but I can hear her whimper of pleasure as she shudders through her orgasm. She drapes herself over the back of the couch, breathing heavily.
I lean over and kiss the spot between her shoulder blades, able to feel her exhaustion. Hopefully, we didn’t push her too hard. Or too far.
“Get something to clean her up,” I tell Ryan over my shoulder.
Once I pull out of her, I move in a daze, my head spinning as I clean myself up and redress. Once everyone is dressed, there is a moment of silence and tension as we all gaze at each other, reeling in the aftermath of what we just did.
And who knows what will happen next?
“It’s too dangerous to travel,” Ryan says. “We should stay here.”
We all nod in agreement and start claiming couches and chairs, all of us sleeping apart.
I want her in my arms so badly. I want to tell her that everything is going to be okay and believe the damn words myself, but as I lay down and try to get comfortable in the increasingly darkening office, my fear of the consequences that may follow amplifies.