21. Chapter Twenty-One #2
I braced myself, but Emmett’s hand was soft, stroking my skin. I whimpered, hating how gentle he was being.
“Promise me you’ll take your time getting him inside you and I’ll give you what you want.”
“I promise,” I breathed, shimmying in case he forgot in that short time.
“Good,” he murmured against my shoulder, gripping my ass. The second I relaxed, his hand was on me, a bright flash of pain that gave way to a fiery tingle.
I couldn’t handle a second more of this teasing. I grasped Preston’s hand, sliding myself back until he was at my entrance, and rocked my hips, drawing him into me.
A surge of weightless power soared through me as I eased Preston Ledger’s cock into me. Maybe I had a crush on him longer than I’d ever admitted because letting him into my body felt like the culmination of a lot of dreams coming true.
“How is that?” he asked, his amber eyes searching my face for any sign he should stop or hold back.
“Great,” I moaned as I stretched, pulling more of his hard length inside my body.
“Are you sure?”
“Preston,” I ground out, my eyes struggling to stay open as flashes of impulsive pleasure sparkled through me.
“Your first time is—”
“People don’t talk in the movies,” I muttered, annoyed at another reminder of my inexperience.
“This isn’t the movies,” Emmett said gently. “If something doesn’t feel good, tell us.”
“Yeah, Molls. You feel tense and this should be fun. I just want to make it good for you.”
“Oh.” The fight left my body. They were only asking because they cared. And because they’d noticed the tension I was carrying. I hadn’t even noticed it.
“I guess I’m a little stressed about this being good for you guys, too.”
Preston’s nostrils flared, and he dug his fingers into my hips. “Molly Tyler. This feels so fucking unbelievably fantastic. I would keep adding words, but when you do that thing where you clench— fuck, yeah, that one—I can barely think.”
But he still noticed I was anxious.
My love for him washed over me and I was eager to move faster, to bounce on him until I came hard. But I also wanted it to last forever. Finding a happy medium, I slid forward, letting my hips move on their own as Preston’s eyes rolled back.
“Ready for me?” Emmett asked.
I moaned a yes and melted when Emmett rubbed my back, massaging my ass as he groaned and let his fingers trace lower, relaxing me and preparing me.
I gasped, reaching for him as he pressed inside me. Preston’s eyes widened, and I squeezed his fingers, knowing he could feel Emmett, too.
“Molly,” he groaned, his head tilting and his eyebrows joining like there was so much he wanted to say and couldn’t.
“I know,” I panted, my body so full I couldn’t breathe.
“I can feel you, Preston,” Emmett said, sliding out a little before working himself back in. His fingers sank into my waist, and he groaned, his voice thick as he said, “It feels so good.”
I wished I could bottle the beautifully tortured expression on Preston’s face. There were feelings coming from his side of their friendship, and in this rare moment of vulnerability as they felt each other through a small layer of me, he couldn’t hide it as well as he normally could.
I held still, letting the intensity of being filled by both of them sink in before I adjusted, my body a mosaic of sensations as I rocked forward.
Fiery eruptions of pleasure coursed through me, and I reached, grabbing for any part of them I could hold on to before I left my body. This was nothing like what I could do to myself—which I had been perfectly happy with, thank you very much.
They had ruined me.
I would never enjoy anything as much as I was enjoying this moment.
“Molls,” Preston moaned. “You’re squeezing me and it’s so fucking—”
He stopped talking, thrusting up into me as Emmett’s fingers sank into my waist and he ground out my name. His voice was jagged and rough, and he slumped over my back, pulsing inside me.
Preston murmured words I couldn’t hear as his face tensed and he came, pulsing slightly off rhythm from Emmett as their sounds of release rumbled through all three of us.
Stretched to capacity and pulsating with every final tremble of their bodies, I came again. This one hit me deep and heavy. A torrent of heat surged at my core, making my toes curl and my body collapse onto Preston.
He held me tight, whispering sweet words of encouragement while Emmett rubbed my back and kissed my shoulders gently as my body shuddered.
“Are you watching Henry at our next game?” Emmett asked, tracing ticklish lines down my arm after we’d cleaned up and agreed not to leave the bed again until we absolutely had to.
I reached over, lacing his fingers with mine. Loving the heat that radiated from him. “No, I think Rebecca’s taking him, so I'm going to spend all day writing.”
"Rebecca is?" Emmett asked.
“Lucas asked her to come,” Preston added. “He said something about how he’s gone to all her galleries he could make it to, but she hasn’t been to a game all season.”
I winced, but then I thought about it, and I was pretty proud of my brother for speaking up about what he wanted. “I’m glad they’re able to communicate so well.”
I settled into the crook of Emmett’s arm, nearly missing the look he exchanged with Preston. “What?”
“I wouldn’t call their relationship healthy,” Emmett started.
“It’s not bad, though. You should have seen how our parents were when we were growing up. Right Preston?”
Preston hesitated and then kissed my neck. “You’re right. He’s doing a lot better than they did.”
I had a nagging feeling they knew more about my brother’s relationship than I did, but then again, Emmett was a hopeless romantic and Preston didn’t like to get close to anyone. They probably had opinions on my brother’s relationship clouded by their own biases.
I let it go and stretched my arms and legs, loving the delicious tingles still coursing through me as both of them snuggled in closer.