15. Leah #2
I can hear him back there, the soft wet sounds of it, the low hum of pleasure he makes against me like I’m something he’s been thinking about tasting all day.
And I let out a noise, unthinking, just feeling.
“There it is, Little Mouse,” Emmett says, his words muffled against my pussy. “That little squeak that drives me wild.”
Declan huffs out a chuckle. “Is that where the nickname comes from?”
Emmett just hums in affirmation, and I push my hips back, loving how the vibration feels against me.
“That’s it.” Declan’s hand moves into my hair, fingers spread against my scalp. “Take me deeper. Suck harder.”
I take him deeper. He’s big, and my jaw aches with it almost immediately, but I don’t care. I flatten my tongue along the underside of him and feel the thick vein there pulse against it.
He lets out a breath through his nose, slow and controlled.
“Fuck, she’s soaked, and she tastes so good.
” Emmett lifts his mouth just long enough to talk, and his thumb slides through the wetness and circles my clit while he does.
“You’re dripping down my chin. Is that for him or for me?
Don’t answer. You can’t. Just keep sucking my brother’s cock while I eat this pretty pussy, and I’ll figure it out myself. ”
His mouth comes back down, and this time he pushes a finger into me while his tongue pulses against my clit.
My arms nearly give out.
Declan’s hand tightens in my hair. “Stay up. Don’t stop.”
I don’t stop. I slide my mouth back, then forward, taking him as deep as I can, breathing through my nose, my hands braced on the hard muscle of his thighs.
He goes tense under my palms. Emmett’s fingers curl inside me, and my body jerks when he finds the right spot that sends pulses of electricity through my body. He’s doing everything right, and he starts a rhythm there, hard and steady, while his tongue flicks fast and light over my clit.
His free hand comes up and squeezes my ass, kneads it, then slaps it, once, sharp, and I jump and moan around Declan’s cock.
“Oh, you like that?” Emmett asks.
I moan around Declan’s dick.
“Do it again,” Declan tells him. “I like what that does to her.”
So, he gives my ass another slap. This time, it’s a little harder.
Declan’s hips flex, pushing deeper, when I moan around his length again.
I’m rocking between them now without meaning to, pushing back onto Emmett’s hand and mouth, then forward onto Declan’s cock, caught in a rhythm neither of them is setting alone.
My orgasm builds fast. Too fast to brace for. The pressure builds with every curl of Emmett’s fingers, every pass of his tongue, every push of Declan into my throat, until there’s nowhere left for it to go. Then it snaps, and I come with Declan in my mouth and my scream trapped around him.
My body clenches hard around Emmett’s fingers, over and over, pulse after pulse, and each one seems to start somewhere deeper than the last.
My eyes are wet. My thighs are trembling so hard I’d fall if Emmett weren’t holding me up by the hips with one arm. He doesn’t stop. He fucks me with his fingers, and he’s relentless with his tongue, drawing it out until the aftershocks are rippling through me one after another.
I’m whimpering around Declan’s cock and pushing back against Emmett’s face because I can’t help it, because my body wants more, even while the rest of me is begging him to stop.
“Fuck.” Emmett finally lifts his head. His chin is shining, and he doesn’t wipe it. “Fuck, that was beautiful.”
Declan pulls out of my mouth. I gasp, gulping air, my lips swollen and slick, and he wipes his thumb across them and then pushes it back into my mouth for me to suck clean, and I do, and his eyes go darker.
He looks past me to his brother. “Emmett, keep going. She’s not done yet.”
“On it.”
I hear his zipper. Then his hands are back on my hips, and something hot and blunt is pressing against me where I’m still fluttering.
“Ready, Little Mouse?”
I nod, and he pushes in.
I’m so sensitive that every inch of him feels like too much, a slow, burning stretch. And he keeps going, steady, unhurried, until his hips meet my ass.
“You’re so tight after you come, did you know that? Like you’re trying to keep me in.” He rolls his hips, grinding deep, and I feel it in every nerve. “That’s right, squeeze my dick with your pussy, just like that.”
Declan’s hand is back in my hair, and I take him into my mouth again.
Then Emmett starts to move.
This position is different. It doesn’t take us long to find a rhythm, and this sensation is even better—all-consuming.
Every time Emmett thrusts, I’m pushed forward onto Declan, and I rock back, just to be pushed forward again.
I don’t have to think; all I have to do is feel.
I’m being moved between them, passed back and forth.
Emmett’s hips pick up speed. “Look at her take us, Declan. She wants it harder. Say it, Little Mouse.” He plunges into me, impossibly deeper. “Oh, right, you can’t, your mouth’s full. Nod.”
I nod around Declan’s cock. Both of them groan.
“Harder, then.” He slams into me, and the headboard hits against the wall. “Is that what you wanted? Is that why you asked for both of us? So you could get fucked at both ends like this, so full you can’t think?” Another thrust, harder. “Fuck, you’re perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”
Declan’s breath is coming faster now. I can feel it in the way his hand grips my hair, the way his thighs are tensing under my palms, the way his hips have started to move on their own, small, involuntary thrusts into my mouth that he’s not quite controlling anymore.
He’s going to spill into my mouth any second, and I want him there. I take him as deep as I can, until my nose brushes the flat of his stomach, and I swallow around him.
“Leah.” His hips jerk. “Look at me. Can I come in your mouth?”
I look up. I hold his eyes with his cock down my throat and Emmett pounding into me from behind.
“Mm-hm.”
The vibration from my answer is what does him in.
He comes, his whole body locking, his hand fisted so tight in my hair that it stings. I swallow, and swallow again, and keep my eyes on his the entire time. And when I finally let him slip free, he’s looking down at me with an expression of pure adoration, like I’ve just given him the world.
“Good girl.” He pushes the hair out of my eyes with a hand that isn’t quite steady. “Good fucking girl.”
“You’re not done, Little Mouse. I’m not finishing without you.” Emmett’s voice has gone ragged behind me.
He reaches around and finds my clit with his fingers, and he’s moving so hard now that the whole bed is shaking.
Declan sits back against the headboard, still breathing hard, and watches with one hand cupped under my jaw, holding my head up so I have to keep looking at him. Emmett’s fingers circle fast and rough, his cock hitting deep.
He bends over me until his chest is against my back and his voice is right at my ear.
“You’re going to come on my cock, right now, in front of him. Let him watch you. Please, fuck, Leah. Come with me, come with me!”
I go over the edge with a sound that is much louder than a squeak.
My arms give out. Declan catches me, gets his hands under my shoulders, and holds me up while I shake apart between them.
My pussy clamps around Emmett in long, hard waves, and I can feel every ridge of him dragging through the clench of it. Each stroke pushes the wave higher instead of letting it break.
Emmett is groaning behind me. “Fuck, fuck, there it is, there it is, I feel you, I feel you.” And then his rhythm shatters completely.
He slams in one last time and stays there, buried, and I feel him come inside me, hot and pulsing, flooding me, his fingers still moving on my clit, dragging my orgasm out and out until every sensation blurs.
My whole body is shaking. His forehead is pressed between my shoulder blades, his breath hot on my spine. His hips give one more helpless jerk. Then another. Then he’s still.
Nobody moves.
The only sound in the room is three people breathing and the water outside the glass.
Eventually, Emmett slides out, and I feel his seed run warm down the inside of my thigh.
He collapses sideways onto the mattress with one arm flung over his eyes. “I’m dead,” he announces to the ceiling. “Tell Rowan I died happy. Put it on the headstone. Here lies Emmett. Worth it.”
Declan pulls me down. I end up between them, my head on his chest and his heartbeat still going hard under my ear, Emmett curling up against my back a moment later with his mouth against my shoulder and his hand spread flat across my stomach.
Somebody drags the blanket over the three of us. I don’t know who.
“Bed is broken in,” I tell my guys.
“Bed is fine.” Declan’s fingers move slowly through my hair. “You’re the one who’s broken in.”
Emmett laughs.
And within minutes, I’m asleep.