41. Arizona #2
Emmett keeps eating me with complete devotion while Willy grinds against my stomach, the heat of him leaving slick streaks across my skin. I thrash helplessly between them, begging without finding words, and Emmett holds me open while the orgasm crashes through me.
My knees collapse again, Willy lifting me higher and arching my back into Emmett’s mouth until wave after wave keeps breaking over me, leaving me hoarse and trembling in their arms.
Red never looks away. I feel his gaze moving over me like another pair of hands, and when I finally lift my head, he’s stroking himself through his jeans, the outline hard and impossible to ignore.
Every part of me reaches for him, for Willy, for Emmett, craving all three of them until the need burns through me.
Emmett rises smoothly to his feet as Willy turns me toward the bed. He finally releases my wrists, and I stumble the last step before catching myself against the edge of the mattress while they crowd in behind me.
My legs barely hold me, yet my body already knows what he wants, spreading for him without hesitation.
He steps in behind me and drags the leaking head of his cock between my cheeks, rocking in tight circles that keep me aching for more.
Emmett braces one knee on the mattress beside me, crowding close enough that his shoulder brushes mine while his fingers ease back inside me, stretching me open again.
I’m already oversensitive, but Emmett only smiles as his free hand glides over the insides of my thighs with a touch that’s equal parts filthy and admiring.
Willy eases into me inch by inch, drawing out the stretch until the sting melts into pleasure. A rough sound escapes him, halfway between a sigh and a groan.
He holds himself there for a breath, pulsing inside me while Emmett works his fingers through every movement, the two sensations folding together until I can’t separate one from the other.
Every drive of Willy’s hips reaches deep, Emmett’s fingers answering each thrust while his quiet laugh brushes my back, and the room fills with the slap of skin, the rasp of Red’s breathing behind us, and the groan of the old bed frame beneath my hands.
I lose myself in it, reacting to every touch as Willy settles into a relentless pace, drawing back before driving home again until he’s buried inside me each time.
Emmett never stops moving, curling and scissoring his fingers until I feel impossibly open. The cry that tears out of me arrives before I can stop it, ragged enough to make every man in the room go still for half a heartbeat.
Willy slides his hand around the front of my throat, steadying my head rather than squeezing, the touch firm enough to remind me exactly where I am and who has me.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps. “Filthy for us.”
His fingers tighten just enough to keep me there, and the sensation only leaves me wanting more.
Emmett slides a hand into my hair and pulls my head back until he can reach my mouth. He kisses me upside down, messy and demanding, his tongue taking everything.
I moan straight into him because I’m too far gone to care about anything except the way the three of them make me feel.
Behind me, Willy drives into me harder with every thrust, his pace falling apart as need takes over, each stroke rougher than the last until pleasure tears through me so hard my whole body clenches around him.
The aftershocks race from my hips through my legs, and I can’t keep my eyes open. Holding myself upright feels impossible.
Red’s voice cuts across the room. “Turn her.”
Willy eases me upright while Emmett lowers his hand from my mouth, and for the first time since they bent me over the bed, I’m facing Red.
“Let me see her come.”
The rough edge in his words twists through me as Emmett covers my mouth with his hand, muffling every broken sound that spills out.
Heat floods every nerve in my body while Willy slips free of me, only to haul me upright against his chest the next heartbeat.
His fist buries itself in my hair, turning my head aside before he bites down on my shoulder, claiming me hard enough to send another violent shudder ripping through me.
The orgasm crashes over me without warning, fierce enough to wrench a scream from my throat even behind Emmett’s hand.
Willy pulls out just before he comes, his breathing ragged as he spills across my lower back in thick, hot ropes.
A broken grunt escapes him with every pulse, and feeling him coat my skin sends another wave through me, leaving my body clenching around emptiness while every part of me still aches for more.
Across the room, Red finally frees himself from his jeans and wraps both hands around his cock, stroking himself while he watches us without blinking. He still doesn’t move closer, but the grip of his hands is so tight his knuckles have gone pale.
The tip is flushed and wet, a bead of precum catching the dim light, and I want to crawl across the room to him on bruised knees. Willy keeps me tucked tightly against him instead, his arms locked around me while he presses damp kisses against the bite mark blooming on my shoulder.
Emmett drops back onto the mattress with his shoulders against the headboard, then catches my chin and guides me over him until I’m straddling his lap with my knees planted on either side of his thighs.
His cock stands thick, curved, and already leaking, leaving a wet streak across my stomach before he reaches between us, lines himself up, and drives inside me.
He doesn’t ease me onto him or wait for me to adjust. He fills me in one hard push until our hips crash together, and the cry that rips out of me echoes through the room.
Emmett grins up at me like he’s been waiting to hear it. He’s thicker than Willy, blunt enough to drag every lingering tremor back to the surface, and he starts slamming into me with relentless force.
Every thrust knocks another breath from my lungs until my nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescents in his skin that he ignores completely. His hands clamp onto my ass, spreading me wider as he bounces me on his cock with rough devotion.
Willy stumbles back, still breathing hard from his release, yet his eyes never leave me.
Hunger, satisfaction, and that lazy wolfish grin all settle across his face while he watches Emmett take his turn.
I barely notice Red move until his fingers trail down my spine, gliding through the sticky mess Willy left behind.
My body tries to arch toward him, but Emmett keeps me pinned against him, his hands locked around my hips as every hard thrust rattles the old bed frame. Red’s touch stays light, teasing enough to promise everything that’s coming next.
His hand slides around my throat, his thumb resting against my pulse as he leans close to my ear.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
The praise sends heat racing through me. His other hand cups my ass, brushing over the bite mark Willy left before slipping lower and easing two fingers inside me beside Emmett’s cock.
The stretch steals every coherent thought from my head. Red’s fingers move with confidence, each glide of skin against skin leaving me desperate for more until I feel ready to come apart.
His cock is free now, and he steps in behind me while Emmett keeps me balanced on his lap. One hand stays around my throat, the other guiding himself into place as he settles close enough that I can feel the heat of him against me before he moves any farther.
He wraps a hand around the base, spreads the bead of precum along the length, and steps into place behind me with one hand still around my throat while the other guides himself into position.