27. Emily
EMILY
Anders’s tongue has me grabbing for the side of the leather sofa.
It’s buttery smooth and doesn’t keep me from sliding onto the floor.
But I don’t want to smother Anders—I grip Ryder’s leg and Oliver’s chest. Holding them keeps me from flying across the room.
My head dips back, my neck no longer able to hold it up.
Ryder’s there. He tugs at my ponytail, and it brings my moaning mouth back to his.
My back arches, and my knees squeeze against Anders’s shoulders.
I’m loud enough to fill the estate, but Ryder’s firm lips over mine tamp down my avalanche-worthy volume.
Restless, my fingers slip down the front of Oliver’s shirt and land on the bulge tenting his pants. One stroke over the cloth and fingers wring my wrist, holding my hand up. It’s firm, controlling, and does things to me I didn’t know I liked.
Holy shit. I’m doing this. I’m really doing this. Three guys. My spine drops back onto the leather of the sofa. Ryder lifts his lips from mine. His hazel eyes blink at me softly.
“Emily, we’ve got you, love. Focus on how it feels.”
I turn to him. I’m more than naked to them now. I’m tipsy at their touch. “Yes.”
Oliver leans in and whispers to me, “You know how we all care for you. This is about you. Take what you need, love. You want this. You need this. You deserve this. Take it. Take every last ounce of it.” He presses a kiss below my ear before trailing them down my side to my breast.
He lets my hand go, and I reach for his cock again. “You, Emily. Always you first.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth. Hard.
The arch of my back lifts off the sofa again.
“That’s good, Emily.” Ryder lifts my ponytail with just a slight amount of tension. It pulls my focus back to him before he recaptures my mouth.
My thoughts had wandered, but I’m back now, back to the nirvana they’re weaving for me.
Anders slides a finger into my pussy, matching the rhythm of his tongue, and then another one.
It’s minutes, maybe seconds before the tension builds, filling me.
Electric shocks buzz through me. I’m so close.
Tension’s building, lifting my hips from the sofa.
I tear my lips away from Ryder’s. The back of my head bounces on his chest. He’s holding me in place.
“Don’t stop,” I call out to Anders and bite down on my lip as they all take me to somewhere I didn’t know existed.
“He won’t stop, Em. And if he does, you’ve got a spare heir who cares.” Oliver lavishes attention on my breasts.
Ryder groans. I don’t have to see his face to know the look he’s shooting Oliver.
Ryder gives a gentle tug of my hair and sets off an explosion.
It fires from my core, expanding down each of my limbs; I’m a withering, soaring, limp pile of oversensitive nerve endings surrounded by three hot guys. I can’t open my eyes.
But the warm chuckle of Oliver behind me, the gentle touch of Anders’s head resting on my knee, and my hand on the firm plane of Ryder’s chest calls me back to ground.
“I think you killed her,” Ryder says, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“Mmm,” I mutter, squeezing my legs together only to remember that Anders is sitting between them.
“Yup, she sounds dead to me. I did a good job, though. Can’t be unhappy with my craftsmanship,” Anders says.
“I don’t know about that, Thompson. I could do it better,” Ryder pipes up.
My eyes snap open. “You are not making this a competition.” My voice starts raspy but gains clarity with each word.
“Em, think about what you’re saying. This is a win-win for you if I’ve ever heard one,” Oliver whispers in my ear, then kisses beneath it.
“Right.” My eyes drift shut again, and I push back against Oliver’s chest. My hand lands on his cock, and I’m biting at my lip again.
How can I still have any energy left in me?
I twist my neck to Oliver, and his amber eyes catch mine.
In a second his lips are on mine. My body twists from one side to the other.
Anders moves, freeing my legs to spin the whole way.
His kiss is dizzying. It’s different from Ryder’s.
They’re both demanding, but Oliver’s is smooth compared to the roughness of Ryder’s. Both send me spiraling, wanting more.
I climb on top of Oliver, sandwiching him against the sofa’s edge. I’ve got one leg to his side, the other hiked up on the armrest. My fingers trail down his infuriatingly cotton-covered chest. Fisting his shirt in my hand, I tug on it.
Oliver breaks the kiss with a warm chuckle.
“Give me a second, Em.” He stands, holding me to his chest as he does.
I’m a second away from wrapping my legs around his when I realize he means to take his shirt off—and me imitating a koala bear will stop him from being able to.
My toes stretch toward the ground but never find it.
Warm fingertips draw me backward against a different firm chest, this one bare. Bare legs, too.
“Come here, Em.” Ryder turns me around. Instinctively, my legs curl around his hips. Locking me in place. Even in the dim light, there’s a glint in his eye. “I’m going to be the number one competitor in this competition.”
“A competition?”
His face drops. “Hey, Em. This isn’t a game for me. You’re not a prize to be won. You’re the whole thing. I’d never do anything like this for anyone but you.”
“I’ve never—”
“I know,” Ryder says.
Anders’s fingers skim up my sides. “We know.” His bare chest hits my back.
He lifts me slightly, and Ryder’s dick lines up with my core while Anders’s cock nestles between my butt cheeks.
“I don’t care either way, Em. I want as much of you as I can have.
” He brushes my hair to the side and kisses the soft spot under my ear.
“This is a lot. I’m not sure how to—”
“Just do what feels right.” Ryder tips my chin up. His warm mouth is on mine, driving us backwards. There’s a rustling of Oliver’s clothes coming off behind Anders.
“We’ve got it now,” Oliver says. “This should make things easier.”
Anders’s fingers trail down my back, and his body moves away from mine. A cool breeze replaces his warm flesh.
“This way, Ryder,” Oliver calls.
Ryder strides into the middle of the room and lowers me with care onto the floor. A nest of blankets and cushions from around the room now cover the luxurious Oriental carpet. He planks above me, caging me in.
His eyes search mine, and I want this. I want him. I’m doing what I want at the moment. I’ve never been that girl, but I am now. Damn the consequences.
“I need you, Em.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes,” I repeat louder.
“Condoms are upstairs,” Anders says.
“Anders, wait,” I say and look around Ryder to where Anders has stopped near the door. “When you . . . Before Whitney’s wedding, I had a physical in New York.” My eyes flick from Anders back to Ryder. “I have an IUD, too.” I always double up as Lil calls it.
“I’m clean. I tested last month for an insurance thing,” Ryder says.
Anders leaves the doorway. “Me too. It was part of the application process.” Right, the job he applied for.
Captain of a yacht of a reckless billionaire who spends all his time on the water.
They even paid for him to have a whole-body scan.
And they wanted to take out his appendix if he got the job.
After the physical, he never mentioned it again to me.
“I’m clean,” says Oliver.
I bite the inside of my cheek. I’ve never had sex without a condom before.
“You don’t have to ask me twice, Em.” Ryder’s hazel eyes search mine.
I nod and reach for his dick.
Oliver’s warm laugh circles behind me. “That’s a yes if I’ve ever seen one. Ryder, you’re a lucky bastard.”
Ryder kisses the side of my neck and positions himself next to me.
A frenzy of excitement pulses through me. I shove at his chest and push him to the ground. I use enough strength to make him follow my command but not enough to give him a concussion as his head lands on the throw blanket.
Oliver joins us, Anders and he on either side of Ryder. “You’re in charge now, Em. What’s it going to be?”
Straddling Ryder, I trail my fingers around Oliver’s abs.
My hips vibrate to my heart’s rhythm. Clenching eyes, hands, core, every cell in me turning hard, holding back the impending explosion.
I’m tender from Anders’s touch, but I still want more.
Need more. A pulse takes over me, and I’m an earthquake shaking over Ryder’s body.
“There’s our Vixen,” Oliver says.
My head snaps to Oliver, and his golden amber eyes hold mine. I reach for him and ring his dick with my hand. A rush of calm settles over me as I pump his velvet skin. There’s power in my touch.
“Emily,” he growls. He removes my hand from his cock. “Enjoy the ride you have in front of you. There’s nothing wrong with taking your time.” He inches away from my touch. There’s a twitch in my chest. Oliver radiates confidence in everything, and he’s telling me to slow down? My hips hitch.
“Start slow, finish big,” Oliver says, and I want to tell him it’s not a competition, but I can’t speak. Oliver rises to his knees behind me and gathers my loose hair from my neck and twirls it on top of my head, pulling it away from my sweaty neck and breasts.
“Ready?” I ask Ryder.
“Always, for you.” There’s a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He grabs my butt cheeks, lifting me. With a quick shift of his hips, he positions himself at my opening.
I sink onto him and have to catch my breath. Hips tipped, Ryder drives up into me.
“Damn, Em, you feel so good,” he says, deep and hard. He clenches his eyes, but then they snap open like he’s willing himself not to pass out. I know the feeling. I’m full. Each thrust has me panting. Reason’s gone. There’s no more thought of anyone else in the room. Each piston builds within me.
Ryder’s fingers sink into my hips; his firm grasp drives zings of pleasure through me.
I open my mouth, willing myself to be quiet.
But I can’t. I scream loud. It’s a quick burst before Anders claims my lips, swallowing down my cries.
He grabs my shoulders, turning me toward him.
When his tongue pushes past my lips, I can’t control what’s happening to my body any longer.
There’s a crash next to us, but I don’t care.
There’s no reality but this second. Time moves fast as I ride him.
He slows and brings me to the edge, before starting over again.
I can’t take it; I need all of him now. “Please,” I beg Ryder.
He rubs my clit and I’m gone, taking him with me, sliding down the side of a mountain on an avalanche of lava.
My senses are offline. There’s a buzzing in my ear that mimics silence.
My skin tingles, cotton fills my mouth, and aftershocks have me spasming randomly.
I open one eye at a time.
Ryder’s hazel eyes laugh up at me. “Em.” His deep voice sends a shiver through me, followed by another aftershock.
“I think I passed out.”
“Better than a dream.” He pulls my head down to his chest.
“Amazing. You’re an empress, Em.” Anders runs his hand down my leg.
“Fuck royalty, you’re a goddess.” Oliver leans over Ryder and kisses me. “And I want to worship you over and over again.”
The excitement swirls within me, changes to power. I’m in charge. In charge of three amazing men.