Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Wyatt
I can’t stop touching Emily, all afternoon. Heath is extra handsy with her too—he carries her to the nearest shower big enough for three people right after we have sex—but there’s something urgent in my pull toward her that seems missing with him.
Because he’s fully satisfied in how he fucked her, and I’m… Well, I have work to do.
Good thing I have the rest of my life to fuck her like a sex god. Starting tonight, after dinner.
First, she teaches me how to play backgammon, and I teach her how to find a stud in any wall by knocking along it.
Heath watches all of it with a detachment that worries me, but just when I think I should pull him aside and say something, he’ll kiss Emily deeply or wrap her in a bear hug, and all seems right with the world.
He gets dinner started ahead of us, but once it comes together, we work as a team to finish a salad and warm up dinner rolls.
Emily wiggles a bottle of wine at Heath. “Am I allowed, Daddy?” He hoists her onto the counter and kisses her so long and deep, we’re all aroused by the time she slips past him and winks at me. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Three wineglasses it is.
Two for the grown men, and one for the jailbait co-ed who has stolen our hearts.
Over dinner, it’s my turn to sit back and observe as Heath digs into what companies Emily might want to work for when she graduates. I swear he did some research since she mentioned staying in Conception Ridge last night, and I feel dumb for not thinking of doing the same.
Another point in the we make a good team column.
And then after dinner, when she stands up, pulls off her shirt, and announces, “Last one in the hot tub is a rotten egg,” we manage to get in at exactly the same time.
Excellent fucking teamwork.
No rotten eggs. Just two lucky guys who get to pass the girl back and forth until she’s breathless.
Emily insists we cannot fuck in the hot tub, because her family also uses the hot tub, so after we make out for a while and gaze up at the stars, Heath climbs out first and gets a towel for our girl.
Then he carries her upstairs and puts her in the shower while I lock up the cabin and turn out the lights.
When I find them, he’s deep inside her, steam swirling around their entwined bodies.
“Daddy,” she whines, pulling my balls tight. Like I’m watching something I shouldn’t, and it’s the illicit and hot and perfect. “You’re all the way inside me.”
“Gonna fill you up, make you messy for Wyatt,” he grunts. “Share my little girl.”
“Yes, please.” She kisses his shoulder, then lifts her head, catching sight of me. She smiles as she tells Heath I’m watching.
“Good.” His thrusts get harder.
I miss what he says to her next, his words lost in the spray of the shower, but she nods, her gaze locked on my hand as I stroke myself.
Then her eyes go wide, her lips parting, and Heath’s hips jerk as they find their release together.
She clings to him, and he holds her in his arms as he turns the shower off. It’s my turn to take her in my arms as soon as he steps out. I wrap her in a towel, but only to carry her as far as the sturdy-looking counter.
Maybe we’ll make it to the bed for round two. Right now, I need to be inside her. She leans back against the mirror as I fit my mouth against hers, tasting her again.
Never gonna tire of her sweetness. Her tongue thrusts eagerly against mine, and her legs twine around my body.
As if we’ve always been doing this, my cock finds her entrance.
She gasps at the blunt intrusion.
I groan at the sweet, swollen embrace of her cunt. So hot, so tight, and so slick there’s no stopping my heavy erection.
That first thrust takes me all the way in. It makes her shake, and God damn it, I could lose my nut again, she’s that fucking sexy, but I’m not going to.
This time, she really is coming first. I count backwards from ten, and on three, I drag my length out of her.
Then I break our endless kisses and look down between our bodies.
Her pussy is stretched wide around my throbbing shaft, and her clit is standing proud.
I watch in awe as that sweet nub visibly throbs, then I rock my hips and sink back into her lush slit.
Her body clings to my shaft, pulling her clit taut.
“Oh, oh…yes,” she breathes as I bottom out.
Keep doing that, don’t stop doing that, my brain remembers.
Every muscle in my body fights for control as I repeat exactly the same stroke. Drag out, pause, fight that desperate urge to claw my way back into her, then a slow, deliberate thrust.
Again, she cries out once I’m in her to the hilt, my heavy balls pressed against her bottom.
I fucking love this counter. It’s the perfect height for me to fuck her nice and slow, make her make that sound over and over again.
One of my hands finds her tit, squeezing her flesh and then pinching her hard little nipple. The other cradles her body, making sure my hard thrusts don’t bash her into the mirror.
My precious little miss. My sweet Emily. My horny, hot lover, full of another man’s come, and shaking around me as I prepare to give her even more.
“I want you on the bed next,” I growl. “Ass in the air, face buried in Heath’s lap. Lick his cock, get it ready. I’ll lick you first, get you right on the edge, and then take you so hard. Just power fuck you from behind, Emily. Because you can take it, can’t you?”
“Anything you give me,” she babbles. “Always.”
Always.
I don’t know if she means it yet, but I do. That one word sends me to a whole new place. It’s hotter than any dirty talk.
“Come on my dick, Emily. Let me feel it.” Drag out.
Pause. Long, slow thrust inside, pulling her clit taut, raking over that spot inside her that makes her eyes go wide and her mouth pull into a perfect O.
“Make me come too. Your pretty little pussy gets me so hot, you know that? I’m ready to spill, pretty girl. Fill you all up, swell that belly.”
She shudders and slaps at my chest, which I can only take as a compliment, then she throws her head back. I drop my mouth to that gorgeous stretch of skin and suck, leaving a mark on her body to match the one she’s stamped on my soul.
Her cunt clutches around me, and I roar. The rippling contractions of her orgasm suck my climax from me as well.
Goddamn. God. Fucking. Damn. I mutter some shit that is perilously close to I love you, but I think I turn it into love your tits, which is also true, and then everything dims, the corners of my vision going back, and I yank her hard onto my dick.
Finesse, all gone. I need to be deep, need to pulse the final spurts all the way inside her.
She kisses my temple and strokes my hair, soothing me like a wild beast.
Yes.
Fucking yes.