Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Emily
Wyatt has something on his mind. I was wrong yesterday, when my first impression was that he isn’t that smart. He’s very clever, and quite observant, but also very much an open book.
And something happened on our hike back down to the cabin that has him thinking hard.
On the way to the farmers market, he tries to get me to sit in the front seat of Heath’s truck, but I insist on sitting in the back row so I can observe them together.
There’s something they aren’t telling me.
A stark reminder that I’ve only known them for a day, even if they’ve been watching me for months.
Months.
The annoying guy in my lab has been less present in my dorm since the renovations began. Come to think of it, no guys have knocked on my door since the workers have been around.
I chew on that thought, shocked at the secret thrill I get. I should be offended, but I’m not.
They were being overprotective from the very start. Both of them, probably, but in very different ways. Wyatt would be like a jealous, possessive boyfriend. And Heath… Boyfriend isn’t the right word for Heath.
And it’s interesting to me that Wyatt isn’t jealous of his boss, when he would be jealous of anyone else sniffing around me; I know that in my bones.
I grin to myself.
“Having fun back there?”
I glance up and meet Heath’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “Yep.”
His mouth tugs up in a lazy, pleased grin. “Good.”
No, Heath doesn’t give off jealous boyfriend vibes.
Back at the cabin, Heath puts away the groceries as Wyatt and I start a fire in the woodstove. I didn’t get to that last night, and it was a bit chilly overnight.
Wouldn’t have been that cold if we’d all slept together. That’s my big plan for tonight. Heath doesn’t get to put me to bed and put off the big sex finale.
Not that I think he will. He held my hand through most of the farmers market, even when I was also holding Wyatt’s hand. I liked being in the middle of the two of them.
I want that again, tonight, but we’re all going to be naked.
Once the fire is going, Wyatt tackles me onto the couch. I stretch out beneath him, savoring his eager kisses. He doesn’t make a move to take off my clothes, seeming content to make out hungrily, and I get lost in how good he tastes.
When he finally releases me, it’s only to roll up onto his knees so he can strip off his own shirt because the fire has gotten quite warm.
And that’s when I realize Heath is sitting in the chair across from us.
“Hi,” I say breathlessly. I scamper off the couch and cross to him, crawling into his lap. “How long were you watching us?”
“Long enough to get hard.” He thrusts his hips against me. “Ready for another lesson?”
I squeak in delight. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please?”
“Mmm, good girl.” He kisses me, his tongue where Wyatt’s just was, his hands hard on my hips. “I think it’s time to talk about fucking.”
From behind me, Wyatt groans, a deep, appreciative sound.
“Hear that? He wants to be inside you.”
I shiver. “I want that too.”
“There are many ways to fuck someone,” Heath continues. “But for your first time, I think it’s important that you be very turned on. Achingly so.”
I nod, in full agreement. I’m already halfway there.
“And you should be in charge.”
I blink in surprise. “Me? I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“But you will know what feels good—and what doesn’t.” Heath nips at the soft spot at the base of my neck. “And once you’ve done it a few times, then you can endlessly pretend play that it’s your first time, and that big, horny beast behind you can pin you down and take you as much as you want.”
“I want,” I breathe, and he chuckles.
“I know, little miss.” His mouth latches on to my skin, sucking hungrily.
Making me hot.
My shirt comes off next, leaving me topless on Heath’s lap. He sucks at my nipples, back and forth, my breasts plumped up in his hands, until I’m writhing against him.
“Ready, little one?” He looks up at me, his gaze hot and hooded.
I nod.
He pats my ass. “Stand up and take these off.”
I climb off, my legs and arms shaking, my heart racing, and when I turn around, I see Wyatt sprawled on the couch, naked. His cock is thick, rising up against his belly like a staff, and between his legs, his balls rest full and heavy, on display like it’s nothing at all.
My eyes go wide, and he crooks his finger. “Come here.”
I cross to him, an eager fawn, stripped bare.
He takes my hand and pulls me onto his knee, ignoring the fact that we’re both naked. His gaze is locked on my face, and his arms hold me tight. “We’ll only do what feels right,” he whispers, the ragged edge of his words the lone betrayal of any nerves. “Can I touch you?”
I nod, burying my face in his neck as he strokes his fingers between my thighs. My legs fall open, and I picture Heath sitting across from us, watching Wyatt slowly pet my glistening folds.
That turns me on even more, heat swirling to my core, my limbs going liquid.
Wyatt croons to me, “You’re our beautiful girl. Look at your pretty pussy. I can’t believe it. Can’t believe how lucky I am.”
Next, I feel his fingers circling my entrance. I whimper, my legs tensing up, and Wyatt eases his touch back to safe ground, to my clit, where it only feels good, and I’ve got nothing to fear.
Then from across the room, Heath says, “Who’s in charge, Emily?”
I peek over at him. “Me?”
“Is that a question?” God, his stern, no-nonsense face does something wild to my heart.
“No.” I take a deep breath. “It’s just that I like it when he plays with me. Both of you. I like being your…” I like my lips. “What did you call me yesterday? A little slip of a thing?”
Heath’s eyes darken and his jaw flexes. “You are just a little slip of a thing. A little girl playing grown-up games, is that it?”
Wyatt hooks my legs over his lap, turning me so I’m braced against him. In very much the same position Heath held me yesterday. Now it’s Wyatt’s turn to present me to the other man. “Is that right, Emily?” he murmurs in my ear. “You like Daddy watching you get fingered?”
Shock ripples over Heath’s face, his whole body tensing as he surges out of his chair. “Wyatt—”
“Yes,” I gasp, the wild need that has consumed me since last night crystallizing now. “Watch me…”
Wyatt groans in my ear. “Say it, little miss.” He strokes between my legs again, and this time, I don’t tense up. This time, I go languid and soft for him, because Heath’s gaze is locked there, where his friend’s fingers are circling my untouched entrance.
“Watch him touch me, Daddy. I like it.” I lick my lips and mewl, caught in a silent firestorm between the two men. Heath glaring at Wyatt, and Wyatt—my sweet, happy himbo—taking control of the situation in a way I did not see coming.
Heath sinks back in his chair, his expression tortured and his erection clear. “Are you going to fuck him, Emily?”
I nod slowly. “I need to.”
“We could go upstairs,” Wyatt drawls, clearly enjoying this. “If you don’t want to watch.”
“No,” I gasp. My nipples tighten, my little breasts feeling suddenly heavy. “I want to do it here.”
“Dirty girl.” Wyatt chuckles and shifts me forward, so I can brace myself on his thighs. And then I feel his cock, nudging between my thighs. “Rub against that, sweetheart. Show Daddy how much your pussy likes my cock.”
“Like this?” I keep my gaze locked on Heath as I shift my weight again and wrap my fingers around Wyatt’s erection.
I really do like it against my slick core. Just like earlier, I marvel at how hard it is, rigid in my grasp, but soft on the surface. Velvet-wrapped steel is a cliched euphemism that would have made me laugh a week ago, but right now? That’s what I’m frantically grinding my clit against.
And it feels so good.
But I can’t figure out how to get it inside me, not from this angle. And I can’t look away from Heath.
“Turn around, little one,” he says, his voice rough and raw. “I’m watching. I’m right here.”
“I…”
“Turn around,” he repeats. “And once you and Wyatt have this together, then it’ll be Daddy’s turn.”
Oh, it’s so much hotter when he says it.
I cry out, my need rabid now, and I twist around. Wyatt catches me, and I brace myself on his shoulders, aching with how much I need him inside me.
His gaze hitches on my face for a moment, then drags down to the juncture of my legs, where I’m fumbling with his cock—it’s so big—rubbing it against my swollen, hungry pussy—still so small, despite how much I want this.
And he watches as I find the spot, the place where just the tip of him notches into the entrance of me, and we both stop breathing.
He feels huge. Throbbing, solid, and unyielding. I try to sink onto him, and nothing happens. He slides his hands up my thighs, his breath dragging in and out of his massive chest as he tries to hold still.
“Does it feel good?” I whisper.
He groans. “You’re perfect. Gonna make a mess in you, I swear.”
“You aren’t even inside me yet.”
“I am, baby. Just a little. But you’re taking me in. Oh fuck, Emily, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Your little pussy is stretched so wide around me.”
My eyes feel like they’re saucers. “It doesn’t hurt yet.”
“Maybe it won’t.” He grins at me. “Does it feel good?”
I roll my hips, trying to find the words to describe it. “It’s…a lot.” Another roll, and this time, it’s his eyes that go wide.
“Oh fuck.”
“Am I going to make you come?” I’m so pleased at the thought, but he looks horrified.
“Not before you.”
“I might not. I read that, in a book.”
“Fuck that book. You come first.” He glances over my shoulder. “Right, Heath?”
Losing my virginity by committee is a very surreal experience. And I’m too stuffed full of dick to turn around and look at Heath’s expression. I imagine it’s a glower of some kind, and that gives me another burst of slickness. I roll my hips, trying to take more of Wyatt’s thick length, and—oh.
He freezes. “Em?”
I bite my lip, trying not to cry, because that hurt. It was sharp and stinging and definitely on the ouch-y side of what I expected.
Wyatt’s chest heaves. “Say something, beautiful. It’s okay. God, you’re so pretty. I just want to make you feel good. What would…” He shifts his hips, moving inside me, and I cry out.
“No!”
“Hang on. Oh fuck, that feels good.”
“For you, maybe.”
“And you too, if you just—” He snarls and pulls my hips closer to him, his body curving so he can suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
It’s too much. It’s so good, but he’s all the way inside me now, and I can’t breathe. I wrap my arms around his head, holding him to me as he starts to move inside me.
All I can do is hold on. Heath’s plan for me to be in charge lasted as long as it took to bust my cherry, and now Wyatt is pinning me against him, rutting into me from below.
And his mouth…
I close my eyes, giving in to the swirling pressure. The burning has subsided, and now I feel a new sensation deep inside. Like there’s a line between my nipple and somewhere else, and Wyatt’s erection has found that somewhere else.
Don’t move, I want to command him, but I can’t speak. I can only hold on, grip him as tight as I can, and focus on that spot.
Behind me, Heath is watching.
Daddy.
Watch him fuck me, Daddy.
Can Heath see Wyatt’s cock, buried in my pussy? Is he touching himself or gripping the sides of the chair, waiting for his turn?
“Goddammit, Emily,” Wyatt grunts. “I can’t hold back.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “Come in me.”
“You need— I’ll get you off. I’ll lick your sweet little pussy. Such a good girl, she’s been. Fuck, fuck—” And then he’s coming, all of him throbbing against me, and deep inside, a heavy pulse.
He pants against my chest for a few long beats, then swears again, and pulls me off, rolling me onto my back on the couch.
He crouches in front of me and softly licks me, his hands squeezing and kneading my thighs and ass.
“Did I hurt you?” His tongue slowly circles my swollen clit. “Don’t answer that. Can you come like this?” He groans. “Fuck, you’re all swollen. I’m so sorry, baby. But God, your pussy is pretty like this.”
I whimper and reach for his head, needing to show him that I’m okay, and yes, this feels good, and oh God, he’s licking me where he just came, and that’s so fucking hot.
He glances up, catching my gaze.
I bite my lip and nod.
He groans in relief and goes to town, lapping at me with a slow rhythm I liked yesterday and love today.
It doesn’t take long to make my coiled arousal yank tight, then send me flying.
Again, I wrap my thighs around his head as I come, and again, he seems to like it.
He bites the inside of my thigh when I finally let him go, then licks that spot softly.
Then, together, we turn our attention to Heath.
He’s standing, unbuckling his jeans.
“Look at how hard he is,” Wyatt says, his voice steeling up. I recognize it now. His dirty-talking voice. His get Emily ready voice.
I shiver.
“You know why he’s that hard, Em? Because it’s his turn next in this tight little cunt.”