Oliver #2
Damn, I’m going to come just watching Ryder fuck her mouth. He’s not holding back. His head’s bowed, his eyes glued to her. He pistons with ferocity. Her moans mix with the wet slapping suction of her taking him deep in her throat.
“You’re so sexy, Emily,” I say.
Her hand snakes over to find me, but damn, it’s too much. She’s got one hand on Anders’s shoulder, just trying to stay upright with the force Ryder’s driving into her. I drop down, one leg on either side of Anders. I press my chest to her shoulder blades. I want to make it the best I can for her.
I smooth her hair away. “You’ve got this; tap my leg if you need air.”
She moans around Ryder and pinches the side of my thigh. It’s not a tap.
“She’s not tapping out,” Ryder growls.
Anders moans beneath us.
“Are you close, Emily? You like what Anders is doing to your hot pussy?” Her ponytail’s in my hand. I pull it out, giving gentle tension to her ponytail, and the muffled noise coming from around Ryder’s cock can only be interpreted as a yes.
“She likes it,” Ryder states.
Emily moves her hands from my thighs and grabs Ryder’s ass.
He screams as he comes down her throat. The slurping and guzzling of her drinking him down—damn, I need to push into her.
Instead, I roll with her, bringing her down from Ryder’s body to the floor.
Anders has his lips back on her in an instant.
I’m her mattress. My lips press to her neck.
My fingers pinch and roll her nipples left, then right.
Ryder’s on all fours. He grabs her around the neck and kisses her.
Her hips shoot off mine. She strains against us as her orgasm takes over her body.
I swing her around, pulling her up onto the ottoman. Anders follows with remarkable speed for a guy who has been holding himself up with one hand for the last ten minutes.
I sit behind her and pull her back against me. I turn her head to mine and take her lips in mine. Her kiss is firm and wild; her eyes are full of need when we separate. “I want to ride you while I suck on Anders.”
“Fuck me,” Ryder says when he appears from the bathroom.
“You’ve had your turn, Dempsey.”
“Doesn’t matter. You talk like that and I’m hard all over again,” Ryder says.
I lift her to my bed, and damn, I’m never going to be able to sleep in this bed without thinking about Emily again. I never want to be in this bed without her again.
Ryder throws the duvet onto the floor with a thud, and I lay on the Egyptian cotton sheets. Her hair curtains around her face as she straddles me. I wait for Anders to move into place. But he’s still standing beside the bed. My fingers skim up and down, around her chest and over her neck.
“So good. Please, Anders.” She reaches for him.
He shakes his head. I get it. I remember the first time I did something like this. Having my ass in another guy’s face so I could be with a woman. I lift Emily and motion for him to move. “Quickly, before I change my mind.”
He slides to the ground, and she straddles him.
Her eyes hood when she sinks onto him.
I grab her neck with my V’d hand and turn her to me. My lips crush hers, and when I let her come up for air, I hold her eyes. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
I’m pushed up next to the first officer’s shoulders, but before Anders makes a grunt of complaint, her hot mouth is back around my dick.
Her arm grips my butt, hitching me up. I lift my leg over his shoulder.
Her tongue circles my cock. I don’t fucking care what’s going on with Anders behind me.
But Emily’s moaning and humming around me, so he must be doing something right.
“I’m close,” he says behind me. I swing from her grasp. Anders pistons into her. Emily grips his hips, thighs, and he pushes her up the mattress.
Ryder leans in and kisses her. They’ve come a long way in the weeks since we started. There’s a pride in watching them come together.
I push my fingers down her abdomen to her core, squeezing them between their bodies.
I find her clit. I circle it once, twice, and she shoots off, taking Anders with her.
It’s fast and dirty and hot as fuck. Their bodies collide and vibrate.
I should move my hand away, but I don’t.
Anders rolls off Emily, and I’m on her. Her skin’s damp from breaking twice so quickly, and now I’m an asshole who pushes into her while her aftershocks seize her.
“You’re good.”
“Holy hell. So good. I can feel you.”
“I hope so.”
“Move Oliver, move.”
“You want more?”
“So much more.”
“Well, who am I not to give the birthday girl what she wants?”
I rock into her, and it’s all I can do to keep from losing myself. I drive into her carefully, knowing how sensitive she must be.
Fingertips grab at my shoulders, digging in. “Now, Oliver. All of it, now.”
“Damn,” one of them says behind us.
And I’m off, her pussy clenching me as I drive into her.
I come hard. Her name rises from my lips as warmth spreads through me.
Everything vanishes––the fake engagement, the chaos of being the spare to the spare heir, the other guys.
There’s just Emily, her body trembling with aftershocks until she’s melting into the bed.
Her skin glows, lips slack with contentment.
I did that. I want to do it over and over again.
I lie down on top of her, holding my full weight off her.
“Crush me. I want to feel all of you.”
“I think your body’s had quite a bit already.”
Her neck cranes up on the pillow. “It’s my birthday; be my weighted blanket.”
I slowly drop onto her. “Okay?”
“Mmm. Better than okay.” Her eyes drift closed, and her breathing slows.
The mattress dips on both sides.
“We’ve fucked the life out of her,” Anders says, his head hitting the pillow next to her.
“You okay?” I raise my eyebrow at him.
He lifts his head and checks that she’s sleeping. “It’s a new thing. Only for—”
“I get it. It gets—” I say.
“Don’t say easier,” Anders interrupts.
“Harder?” Ryder suggests.
Emily opens her eyes. “Harder?”
“It’s not something I would have signed up for, but I’m not going anywhere,” Ryder says, kissing the top of Emily’s nose.
“Me either.” I wrap my arms around her.