Chapter 23 - Em
Em
The next morning
Light reaches me, coaxing me to wakeness. The sun beams through my eyelids.
My mind surfaces, drifting through the last remnants of REM sleep, where sensation comes before any meaning can.
I don’t move. I catalog.
The mattress is soft under me, heat retained from too many bodies sharing it for so many hours.
My limbs feel heavy with sleep yet loosened from satiation, that pleasant aftereffect of exertion followed by rest.
Then slowly, I become aware of what’s taking place between my thighs, a wet warmth that laps upwards until it circles around my clit.
Hands rest on my inner thighs, spreading them apart. The pads of his fingers are rough, his thumb large and poking at my hole clenching around nothing, when I spent last night getting used to their girths.
The pressure and pleasure are rather familiar by now that recognition arrives without effort.
Stan.
Knowing it’s him licking my soaking center eases me as my breath deepens.
Closer to my ear, a voice murmurs sweet whispers, words of approval threaded with affection.
Fingers trace my cheek with careful attention, as though mapping skin they now know well after an entire week of getting to know it.
His touch is gentle yet grounding, balancing out everything else my body is registering.
Lix.
His lips land by my earlobe, nibbling lightly while he calls me a good girl, asking me softly to wake up and feel their touches.
I blink awake a little, eyelids fluttering halfway open, as I stare.
First at Lix who captures my lips with his. He moans into it, sending shivers down my spine. He tastes salty yet sweet, sort of minty, most likely from recently brushing his teeth.
I wonder if the three of them have been awake, merely waiting for me.
Lix’s finger finds my right breast, poking tenderly at my pebbling nipple.
My left breast is in Idris’ mouth. He must be the one latching onto it, suckling and circling with his tongue.
Idris.
His precise tongue sends a clean line of sensation straight through my chest, impossible to misattribute. After these past few months, he seems to know my body best.
But he pulls back to speak to Stan in low tones, words I can’t catch when I’m waking to so much pleasure all at once.
I exhale slowly, allowing myself to become fully aware of the configuration I’ve found myself in, how naturally my body accepts it, sustained by the trust and familiarity I’ve come to find in the three of them.
That, more than anything, makes my mouth form a faint smile. Even half-asleep, my body has become alert and receptive under their control.
Blinking once more, I open my eyes completely, turning away from the blare of the sunbeam.
Lix is in my immediate line of sight, but he leans back, smiling at me.
I draw another breath in, deeper this time, and let it out slowly.
“Morning,” I murmur to them, my voice still hoarse with sleep, as I sit up, wincing at my soreness.
Three different responses reach me at once, overlapping in distinguished tones.
There’s concern in Idris’ “hey, Em, how are you feeling?”
Warmth from Lix’s kiss on my cheek and his whispered “morning, beautiful,” and humor from Stan’s smirking lips on my clit as he mumbles, “g’morning, gorgeous, mind giving me something to drink?”
It makes my chest tighten in a way I don’t bother analyzing, as Stan gets a giggle out of me that I can’t stop.
“That’s good too, but I’d love to make you squirt, Em,” he says, kissing my clit before twirling his tongue around it the way Idris is instructing him too.
I moan, muffled as soon as Lix kisses me again. He parts my lips with his darting tongue, tangling it with mine.
My hand slides into Lix’s hair. Each strand feels silky between my fingers. They thread through his hair, learning its length the way I learn everything else about Lix.
I deepen the kiss, pulling him toward me. He follows my lead without needing direction, his mouth adjusting to mine. When I tilt my head, he follows. When I still, he waits.
By his nape, I pull him closer, feeling the slight tension in his neck give way as he yields. His hand wraps around my hip, heat spreading through from where Stan continues to lick me.
Blissful moments later, Lix retreats, sitting up to stare at Stan, who’s tapping his shoulder.
Stan lifts his head, mouth shining, and gray eyes intent as he makes a motion with his thumb for Lix to go behind him.
Lix tilts his head back, glaring at Stan, but he still moves to kneel behind the grinning man.
Idris passes Lix a new bottle of lubricant that Lix twists open and rips the tab off with his teeth before slathering two fingers.
Stan can hardly contain himself, grin widening, as he gets into position. On his hands and knees, he faces me, his tongue sticking out to keep lapping at my wetness.
A mewl leaves my lips as my head rolls to the side in time to see Idris crawl up to me for kisses. Where Lix let me lead, Idris doesn’t, but I don’t mind at all. He cradles my cheeks with both hands, oddly trembling.
I want to check on him. I want to ask, but with Stan’s mouth on my dripping core, and hearing and feeling him groan as Lix takes him from behind—it’s all far too much for me not to go over the edge in the next minute.
The sensation builds in my abdomen. I roll my hips, faster and faster, nearing release.
Stan’s tongue moves to lick my center, leaving my clit wanting. But as soon as it’s free from Stan’s tongue, Idris’ slickened fingers find it, rubbing roughly while he hums against my trembling mouth.
“Emira,” he whispers, then licks the drool from my lips.
Without my glasses on, my view becomes blurrier when I reach my peak with a loud cry into the open air.
Closing my eyes, I move my hips back, but Stan’s strong arms grab me by the thighs and hold me under his unrelenting tongue.
At least Idris withdraws his fingers. I can hear him lick them clean with the slurping sounds he makes. My ears also pick up on the sounds of Lix’s heavy breaths, his hips smacking against Stan’s back, while Stan himself moans into my mound, until he tries to speak.
“Lix—I’m so close—” The words seem to shred his throat. “Harder. I can take it, babe.”
I blink my eyes open, heavy lids and wet lashes blurring the sight of Stan sitting up to stroke his shaft before he slips himself inside me.
He grits his teeth, groans restrained, as he creases his brows. He finishes, filling me with his hot seed.
“Good boy,” I whisper to him, admiring his exquisite physique.
“Fuck!” he shouts, sitting back on his heels while stroking himself some more.
Drops of his seed coat my stomach, which contracts with each deep breath I take.
Behind him, Lix pulls back, smirking at me, and then Idris, who lets out a short chuckle.
“That’s one way to start the day,” Idris says while we’re all trying to catch our breaths.
“It’s hardly over, Idris,” I whisper while rolling over to lie on my stomach.
He opens his mouth to speak, but his breath hitches once his cock’s in my mouth.
It’s only fair that he receives pleasure too.
At my back, I feel hands lift my rump upwards. Hands explore my holes. One finger flicks my sensitive clit. A thumb presses onto my puckered hole.
Time loses all sense when I’m this lost in pleasure, and I don’t mind losing my mind in it at all.
***
Later in the day, after hearty meals between more rounds, I’m in Lix and Stan’s room, dressed for once after spending many hours with us being mostly naked.
At the moment, we’re almost finished getting ready to attend the gathering at the garden. It’ll be Elle’s birthday celebration, before it gets too cold and dark.
I would have gotten ready in my own room, but Stan insisted that this is my bedroom now too, and I can’t argue with that, especially since the other guest rooms are being renovated, so Darius and Idris have been assigned my bedroom for their rest.
Although, Idris spent last night and earlier this morning here with us. Now, it’s the afternoon, and while the sun is up, the garden is only mildly chilly instead of freezing cold.
Our room holds warmth despite the season. The vents beneath the window hum, while pale winter light filters through the glass windows.
I sit on the edge of the bed while Lix stands behind me, the comb in his hands moving through my hair, his fingers guiding the motion with more attention than necessary.
“My hair’s growing rather long,” I murmur.
Stan leans in and places a kiss on my cheek. “You look perfect, Em,” he says, as though the matter requires no further consideration.
Lix meets my gaze when he turns to face me, smiling as he nods in agreement. He doesn’t argue my concern. He simply keeps combing, gathering the front strands between his fingers and tucking them back.
Soon, we’re leaving the room together, our steps naturally aligning as we move through the corridor.
The air cools when we come closer toward the open space, where frost glints faintly along the stone path leading into the gardens, strings of lights thoughtfully placed in anticipation of an early sunset.
Kaye’s voice carries across the gardens when we see her at a long table topped with warmed trays, and at the center, a purple cake with candles waiting to be set alight. She’s arranging the flowers we received yesterday into tall vases and placing them in the empty spaces on the table.
“Dae, I swear to god, your face is distracting,” she snaps, waving her hands emphatically at the table. “I need this perfect before Elle gets here, and you’re standing there being—ugh—annoyingly good-looking.”
Damon stands at her side, with a confused frown on his face. “I’m here in case you need help,” he says.
She glowers at him. “Yeah, you’re not helping. Go be useful somewhere else.”
He doesn’t move when she shoves him. Barely budging him, really.
Before she can react, he scoops her up effortlessly, hoisting her over his shoulder. Kaye shrieks, her fists pounding against his back as he turns toward the mansion.