Chapter 19 - Em #4
I turn to him, blinking wide as well, realizing how that may have come across. So I clear my throat and try again. “What I mean is no, I don’t mind,” I clarify. “I’d like to see where this night goes too.”
Stan’s grin breaks broadly. “Okay. Yeah. That’s…yeah.”
He leans in, pressing a slow, appreciative kiss to my collarbone.
I close my eyes, letting myself receive it, and letting them take the lead.
Hands move with quiet coordination. I feel them undressing me, every touch tender.
“Wait a sec,” I hear Stan say. “We should talk about who gets to fuck you first, gorgeous.”
Lix sighs heavily. “Stan.”
“Hey, wait, hear me out,” Stan adds quickly. “You should go first, babe. Your dick’s better for easing into her.”
I open my eyes, curiosity overriding, as I study them.
Stan is regarding me as he points at Lix’s tented pants with shameless boldness. “He’s longer but has that perfect tip that’ll part any tight hole.” Stan winks. “He’ll get you ready for me, Em. I’m big everywhere.”
Lix groans, dragging a hand down his face.
They bicker for a bit while I consider Stan’s suggestion with quiet seriousness, then nod. “I suppose that makes sense.”
Stan beams, looking quite victorious, while Lix lets out another low sound, which sends a shiver of pleasure through me.
“Okay, let me get the good stuff!” Stan says, running off after, toward the adjoined bathroom.
Lix looks over at me with a timid smile, about to speak, when Stan returns swiftly with a small plastic bottle in his hand.
He frowns down at it. “We’re running low on lube, babes.”
I glance at it, then at them, too dazed to understand the problem, since I doubt it’s needed. I can feel how wet I am for both of them, needing to clench my thighs closed to stop myself from spilling into their bedsheets.
Stan’s gray eyes gleam as he smirks. “You know what, though? I say we get creative…” he starts, resting his hands on my shoulders. “We do this my way to get you ready for us, gorgeous.”
He guides me forward until my knees meet the mattress. My hands naturally follow, palms flattening against the bed, by the pillows, as I place myself on all fours.
He hums in thought before adjusting me with minimal touches, nudging my knees apart.
Then Stan slides himself under me. His legs slide down until his thighs touch the inside of my arms. His head rests between my knees, his body positioned upside down to mine. I can feel his breath warm my dripping center, causing my limbs to tremble.
Lix exhales, long and audible, while he holds my thighs apart. He says something under his breath. Stan answers with a quiet chuckle, the two of them trading murmured words.
I can’t follow their conversation. My focus slips, overwhelmed by heat, sensation, and need crowding out anything else.
Stan’s hands caress the tremor from my wrists as the mattress moves behind me. I can’t see what causes it from this angle, but I’d guess Lix has gotten closer.
His hands slide down to the curve of my bottom. “Okay there, Em?” he asks.
I can only nod, while Stan darts the tip of his tongue teasingly at my sensitive nub. Shocked by my own shuddering gasp, I almost miss him saying, “Spread her wider for us, babe.”
When I feel Lix’s fingers pry me open, I hang my head, imagining their reactions to what they must be seeing.
It burns me with embarrassment, as well as thrill, which shatters my spine with a delicious shiver, especially when I hear Stan moan loudly and Lix groan longingly.
“These are ours now, Em,” Stan says before his wet tongue laps from my folds to the puckered hole between my cheeks. “You got that, gorgeous?”
Whimpers leave my quivering lips as I nod, needing more but not being able to voice it.
“You need to use your words, Em,” Lix whispers by my ear as his firm chest warms my shivering back. “Can you say yes for us?”
“Yes…” I hiss between my breathy moans.
“Good,” Lix murmurs, planting his lips at the top of my right ear. “If it’s too much, you can say no too, okay?”
Stan grunts, bucking his hips up that his cock springs up to brush my face. “Nope, she can’t. It’s actually illegal to do that in Stanland.”
Confusion flickers across my mind for a moment, until I suspect “Stanland” is what he’s calling their bedroom. I close my left eye as Stan’s thick tip nudges at my cheek while his chuckle moves his considerably bigger body under mine.
Lix sighs. “Stan, I swear…”
“What? Whatcha gonna do, babe?” I can hear the smirk in Stan’s taunting tone. “Gonna shove your long dick down my throat to shut me up—”
“Yeah, good thinking.” I listen to Lix’s growled words while I hear Stan gag around Lix’s girth. “Gonna be a good boy and let our girl call the shots, right?”
“Mmph!” Stan’s response is muffled, and I bite down a surprised giggle, more amused than I expected to be by their interesting rapport.
Lix’s body rocks against mine when he’s above me like this. His hand turns my cheek to face him. “He’s sucking me so well, Em,” he whispers, deep and heady. “Wanna do the same to him?”
Stan shoves his shaft up to my face, seeming to seek friction.
“It’s up to you, Em,” Lix reminds me, his blue eyes hooded, his words breathless.
I watch him through heavy lashes, pulse racing, and pressure pooling with more demand as desire completely takes over. I merely follow that pull, the hunger tightening in my body until it spills straight into my voice. “Show me how Stan likes it, Lix,” I find myself saying.
With slowly widening eyes, Lix smiles at me. He wraps his lips around Stan’s tip, provoking desperate sounds out of the man under us.
“Yes!” Stan shouts, thrusting up harder, faster. “Babe, please, more.”
I blush at how unabashedly Stan begs and how quickly Lix obliges, sucking more thick inches into his mouth.
Lix’s cheeks hollow, groaning around Stan’s impressive girth.
My eyes trace every bulging vein lining Stan’s length, and my curiosity plucks me into motion. I join Lix by licking Stan from the base of his cock, dragging my tongue up until my mouth meets Lix’s lips.
He angles his head until I’m moaning into his sweet and salty lips, coated with Stan’s precum.
“Aw, fuck, are you two making out?” Stan’s voice cracks, words garbled with his mouth still full of Lix. “Without me?”
Closing my eyes, I feel Lix’s laugh against my smile. “Mm,” he hums into our kiss. “Em, I promise we’ll stretch you well. Can I get inside you soon?”
I breathe in the fresh sweetness wafting from Lix. This close to him—kissing him—makes me realize how his scent alone could drive me wild with wanton thoughts.
“Yes, please, Lix,” I whisper, opening my eyes with the flutter of my lashes. “I trust you.”
His half-lidded stare rattles my spine. “Makes me really happy to hear that, Em.”
“I’m…” My voice goes hoarse around the words. “I’m happy too, to give you both my body tonight.”
Stan gasps for air under us. “Only tonight?” he squeaks, sounding shocked.
Lix sighs as he sits back, leaving my line of sight. “Stan, we’re trying this out. That’s what we agreed to.”
“Who the hell’s we?” Stan asks indignantly as he runs his finger between my cheeks, then down to my dripping folds.
Whimpering, the rattling inside me feels more like electric shivers running through my body, begging for more of their touch.
They’ve gone quiet the entire time my body’s trembling with need.
“Em, you’re shaking,” Lix says, sounding concerned.
“Please…” I repeat, my voice trailing off in a desperate hiss.
Words don’t gather as fast as my body’s insistent demands. So I rock my hips back, feeling Stan’s mouth breathing warm air into me, as well as his exploring finger sliding in slowly to stretch me.
“Fuck, yeah,” Stan says, so pleased that more of that electric feeling jolts my spine. “Gonna put my finger all the way in, gorgeous.”
He slides it in fully, coaxing moans from me.
“So good, so wet,” Stan whispers. “Lix is gonna fuck you first. He’ll get you ready for more, Em.”
“Y-Yes…” I whine without much thought, only need. “That sounds—”
A cry rips out of me before I finish as Stan slides another finger in, stretching and curling inside my clenching core.
“Those sounds you make, Em,” Stan says with a low whistle. “Need to make that my ringtone.”
“Stan…” Lix draws a deep breath in.
“You’re so right, babe.” I can hear the mischief in Stan’s voice. “My ringtone should be both of you moaning for me.”
Lix blows out the breath he took. “Pass the lube,” he tells Stan.
There’s some sounds behind me—the bottle cap opening, the squelch of a squeeze, and Lix positioning himself.
Stan withdraws his fingers, using his hands to spread me for Lix’s tip, prodding at my soaking entrance.
Squirming, I roll my hips, eager to feel Lix inside me. “Please, Lix.”
“You better beg like that for me too, gorgeous,” Stan says, his tongue darting and tasting my throbbing bud.
“Ah!” I scream as Lix slowly slips his length inside me, while Stan licks my clit.
“Is that a good or bad scream, Em?” Lix asks as he stalls his thrust.
I clench around his size, wanting him to move while more whimpers leave my lips. “It’s good,” I whisper. “Please don’t stop.”
“You heard the lady,” Stan says right before I feel his tongue lapping at me again, faster and messier, as if there isn’t a care in the world right now, except seeking pleasure and release.
The sounds out of me are too loud for my liking, but I can’t control myself.
I grind against Stan’s mouth, greedily seeking more of his moaning mouth. The motion makes me take in more of Lix’s length, sliding onto him.
Lix hisses in sharply but meets my pace by driving forward again and again.
Between Lix’s steady speed and Stan’s eager attention, I let myself give in to sensation instead of thought. They work in harmony, pleasure coursing through me in ways it never has before. Ways I never realized would ever be possible.