Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Emily
“I may have misrepresented what he meant,” I whisper to Wyatt.
He gives me an incredulous look. And then he grins.
If I’d known talking about sex was this much fun, I’d probably have spent less time with my nose in a book for the last three years.
“There’s more to sex than fucking,” Wyatt repeats slowly. “Let’s call that lesson one. I want to know everything about that.”
“It’s probably lessons one through fifteen,” Heath drawls as he joins us on the bed.
Wyatt slides a possessive hand over my hip from behind as I twist and wrap my arms around Heath’s neck. “So, what’s lesson two?”
Heath brushes his lips against the corner of my mouth. “You’ve already had a taste of it. Kissing.”
I shiver. “Tell me more.”
“We could spend all night just kissing you, Emily. Make you burn so good.”
My pulse pounds as he takes my mouth again. This time, it’s a slow, lazy exploration. His tongue licks along my bottom lip then glides deeper, showing me how to thrust and parry at a we’ve-got-all-night kind of pace.
A little less desperate, a lot more promise. This kiss stokes a fire I didn’t know could burn this hot inside me.
And the way his fingers press into my upper arms, holding me ever so still, I know I shouldn’t rush him. He’s trying to show me something here.
So I give in to the searing gentleness of his tongue in my mouth, this heady invasion that makes me think of bodies moving together in the middle of the night, of slow, drawn-out sensations. It’s all-consuming, hot, and possessive, just like Wyatt’s grip on my hip.
And everything else fades away.
The only three heartbeats in the entire world are in this room.
When Heath finally slides just an inch away from me, his lips hovering above mine, he smiles lazily. Proud, because he must be able to tell from the glassy, unfocused look in my eyes that I’m punch-drunk now.
Lost from his intoxicating kisses and bruisingly slow pace.
“How was that?” he murmurs with an arousing confidence.
He knows.
My heart wants to burst with the goodness of it all. “That was perfect.”
He turns me around, lifts my whole body up like I’m a little rag doll, and sets me on his lap. He curls one of his hands over the top of my thigh, brushing his fingers just an inch from my aching core. “Now, kiss Wyatt, just like that. Take your time. Explore his mouth and find out what he likes.”
I want to lunge at our other lover—I have two lovers, I think drunkenly—but Heath’s grip strongly advises I take my time. He’s literally holding me back, even as Wyatt licks his lips, his eyes wild and needy.
“Come here,” I whisper, and Wyatt surges into me, sandwiching me between him and Heath’s broad chest. I catch his face in my hands, slowing his approach.
His chest heaves against mine, his hands landing on my torso, just below my breasts.
“Kiss me slow,” I tell him, breathless in my newfound knowledge. “Almost lazy-like. Like we have all night.”
Heath groans at my description, then murmurs his agreement. “That’s exactly right. All weekend, in fact.”
Wyatt’s lips hit mine, soft and teasing. His version of lazy is even slower than Heath’s, and I’m the one who caves first, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
He catches it and sucks, a leisurely pulse of his lips around my tongue, then a release. I gasp and suck his tongue into my mouth, trying that out. He surges against me at the first pull, and Heath holds us upright.
A rock behind me.
“You two cannot be restrained,” he growls, but even through my needy haze, I know it’s a form of praise.
Wyatt mutters something that sounds like damn straight and moves his mouth down my neck, to the collar of my shirt, and then peels that back, licking my newly exposed flesh.
Heath catches my jaw in his hand, his fingers warm and just a little rough against my skin. “Do you want to give Wyatt a taste of those tits he wants so much?”
I whimper and nod.
“Pull up your shirt,” he whispers, his breath hot against my temple. “Show us your sweetness.”
I don’t have a lot going on, little almost-B cups, which isn’t much when you’re petite to begin with.
But the way Wyatt’s mouth drops open when I tug my T-shirt up, baring my breasts, makes me feel like a porn star. He makes a feral grunt, his hands immediately squeezing my sides, stroking the bottom of my breasts with his thumbs.
“Look at you,” he breathes, then he full-on gropes the left one while he presses his face against the right. He takes a long, shuddering inhale, then begins to brush the gentlest kisses over my slight swells.
Heath pulls my shirt over my head, then presses his face next to mine, watching. He curves his fingers over my thigh again, higher this time. Very close to my aching core.
The combination of two burly men—these two men, in particular—caressing me all over is enough to make me spontaneously combust.
A powerful need coils inside me, a restless ache that makes me feel empty. I know it won’t be answered tonight; Mr. Boss Man has said I need to sleep on it to be sure, but I already know what I want.
They belong inside my body.
I’m not sure how that will work, the two of them at the same time, but I’m wild with that need. I twist my head, catching Heath’s mouth with mine. Kissing him, nipping at his lips. Showing him I’m ready for more, anything to soothe the ache.
And then Wyatt’s mouth opens against my nipple, his tongue wet as he laps at me for the first time, and it’s my turn to go feral.
I writhe against his mouth so fiercely I slide off Heath’s lap.
He catches me, hauling me back up. Wyatt follows, and then Heath’s sitting back against the headboard, and I’m safely between his legs.
Wyatt’s on top of me, caging me between their bodies, and it feels so good I can’t even stand it.
Heath strokes his fingers up and down my neck. “Can we strip you down, sweetheart?”
I nod mutely, and he murmurs for me to lift up. I’m trembling as Wyatt tugs my sweatpants down my legs.
He covers me with his body, his mouth soft as he kisses me. “You’re so pretty,” he says quietly, his gaze locked on mine. A moment of pause, before he rears back and takes his first, long look at me naked and sprawled on top of Heath.
And for all that this is his first time too, Wyatt’s not like me. He’s not innocent. He’s full-blooded and clear-eyed in his wicked intent for me.
He grins at Heath over my shoulder. “She’s our pretty little plaything for the weekend, isn’t she?”
Heath growls appreciatively in my ear. “Ours to do whatever we want with.”
“I like the sound of that.”
They’re talking about me like I’m not perched on Heath’s lap, panting in anticipation. Just having a casual conversation as he gropes me. His hand is hot on my hip, his fingertips brushing just shy of my mound. Little closer.
But instead, he sweeps his touch north, pinching at the nipple Wyatt sucked on. I moan, a bit desperate now.
“I love that you’re just a little slip of a thing,” Heath says reverently, and it sears into my brain. That’s important, I think dimly. He likes the size difference between us. Likes that he can manhandle me. I like it too.
“Yours to do…whatever you want.” I lick my lips, trying to find the words for what I want next.
It’s so hard to spell it out when I’m turned on. And I’m not the only one fighting the effects of arousal.
Heath cradles me against his chest, his touch gentle even as his body flexes beneath me. His thighs are rigid, his cock a hard brand against my ass.
And in front of me, Wyatt is blatantly stroking himself through his shorts as he stares between my legs.
Yes. That.
“Lesson three,” Wyatt growls. “More kissing, yes?”
Oh. My. God.
“Look at how he’s watching you,” Heath murmurs in my ear. “Our hungry boy. He wants to eat you up. Nobody has ever licked your perfect pussy, have they?”
I shudder in anticipation. “Ahh, no.”
“He’s never buried his face between someone’s legs either. This will be new for both of you. You have to tell him what feels good.”
Everything will.
“Spread your legs, little miss.”
I’m shaking as I do as he instructs, hooking my thighs all the way over the outsides of Heath’s, and I feel my pussy bloom open, revealing that I’m already soaked in arousal.
Wyatt drops down, making an unholy sound that I feel deep in my core, and he presses his face to the inside of my thigh for a moment, kissing me there before bringing his fingers forward to stroke my slick pussy.
I buck my hips at his touch.
But when I reach for his head, to tangle my fingers in his hair and bring him to where I need his mouth, I realize he’s shaking too.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, my breath catching.
His gaze locks on mine, and he smiles, wolfish instinct overruling whatever momentary nerves just rocketed through him. “Can I lick you?”
All the air whooshes out of me. “Please,” I beg.
He groans and gives me a slow, pointed lick, right on the seam, and I practically climb up Heath from how good that feels.
It’s followed immediately by a grunt, a pause. Then his tongue goes flat, covering every inch of my inner sex from lip to lip, and then up to my clit, and both of us make a sound when he circles that throbbing bud.
Then it’s only me crying out, because he’s caught my clit in his mouth and he’s sucking.
I had no clue this is what it felt like. “Oh. Oh, yes.”
Wyatt pulls off, looking up at me for approval.
Heath laughs. “When she says, ‘oh, oh, yes,’ whatever you’re doing then, just keep doing it.”
Wyatt latches back on, and I wrap one leg around his shoulder, pinning him in place.
I never want him to leave his post between my legs.
“Is it always this good?”
Heath kisses my temple, his hands on my tits now, my nipples his willing captives. “It will be with him. Every time. And he’ll get better as he learns your body.”
“Every night,” Wyatt promises, then licks a slow, promising circle through my folds. My eager fellow pupil. We’re in this together.
Every night?
Could I be so lucky?
Wyatt curls his hands under my ass, lifting my hips as he realigns himself to lick lower, teasing my entrance with his tongue now. He’s watching my face as he tells me, “I want to put my tongue inside you.”
I push my hips up in a wordless offer. But he’s not done yet.
He’s using his words to set a scene, to play with me.
Turn me on before he devours me again. “Can I taste where Heath’s gonna put his cock tomorrow?
” Lick. Swirl. “Where you’ll take us both by the end of the weekend?
” The barest of thrusts, and a groan when he tastes more of me.
His eyelids hood as he glances up at me one more time.
“Perfect little untouched hole gonna taste so good.”
I cry out, and he gives me what I need. His tongue, thrust into me. Someone else, inside my body. Wyatt’s tongue is the first intrusion. Their fingers might be next. And by the end of the weekend, their cocks.
That’s what Wyatt’s dirty talk promises. Take us both. The picture that conjures lights me up inside, makes me burn.
But it’s the quiet that follows that pushes me over the edge. The groan, and then nothing, because his mouth is very busy, so it’s just the sounds of sex that swirl around me and sink into my skin. Wet and quiet and irreverent at the same time. Unholy and perfect.
And in my ear, Heath’s ragged breathing as he watches me writhe on Wyatt’s face. I start panting as my climax approaches, and Heath squeezes my breasts harder, holding me firm, giving me something to push against as Wyatt licks another path up to my clit and then latches on.
I shoot into the atmosphere like a lone, overpowered firework. Higher than anything else, shockingly bright. A star, burst into a million pieces.
When all those pieces of me come tumbling back down to earth, I find myself sagging back against Heath, my thighs wrapped around Wyatt’s head.
“Did I almost strangle you?” I ask, out of breath.
He grins at me. “Would have been worth it if you did.” He licks his lips. “Wanted this for so long, Emily. Your pussy on my face. Your slick taste on my tongue. Wanted it forever and still didn’t know it would be this good.”
“You say the nicest things.” I reach for him, but I’m too weak. Turning into a magical, sky-high firework is exhausting.
Heath sweeps his hand down my belly, making me shudder again at the grazing touch. “Mark her. Come on her.”
Wyatt shoves his shorts down, his fist a blur, and then he’s groaning so low and deep I feel it in my chest. Warm, thick lines paint my skin. I gasp at the shock of it. Heath said it, but I didn’t know…
That really just happened.
A man knelt between my thighs and jerked off furiously, painting me with his come.
We’re both panting hard now, staring at the mess he just made.
“Get a washcloth,” Heath murmurs to Wyatt. An instruction.
The other man crawls off the bed and disappears, and Heath wraps his arms around me. “Good girl,” he whispers. “You’re so beautiful when you come. I knew you would be.”
I can feel how hard he is behind me, but my head is spinning, and then Wyatt is back before I can ask Heath if he wants a release too.
I yawn as Wyatt cleans me up. Heath dresses me, extracting himself from behind me, saying it’s bedtime for me, and I protest.
He bends over and kisses me, his mouth both demanding and soft at the same time. Like he wants so much more but knows we have time for that tomorrow. Everything he said already. I clutch at him, not wanting the kiss to end.
But then, when he stands up, another yawn takes over my entire body.
Heath doesn’t take no for an answer this time. “Bed. Sleep. Think. And tomorrow, if you still want this, then we are all yours.”