Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Emily
A girl couldn’t ask for a better birthday than a day spent with her men. But for the day to end with a night also spent with them…wrapped up in them both…that would be extra perfect.
I’m sitting in front of Wyatt on the couch, teaching him to braid my hair, when Heath returns from having seen Daniel and Rosie off.
Heath stops in front of me. “Have I told you today how pretty you are in that little sundress?”
Will I ever tire of that rough burr in his voice, the way he gives me a compliment like it’s foreplay?
I smile. “I think at least twice.”
“Did I tell you that it would look even better hiked up around your waist?”
Mother of… my whole body melts for him as he drops to his knees in front of me and spreads my legs.
As I hoped, he growls as soon as he sees that I’m not wearing any underwear. “Emily!”
“Yes, Daddy?” I ask innocently.
Two can play the teasing foreplay game.
“When did you take your panties off?”
Wyatt dangles them over my shoulder. “That was me. We thought it would be a fun surprise for you.”
Heath growls and dives in, licking my bare slit.
Wyatt had already stroked me a little, getting me worked up before we did the hair-braiding thing—because we wanted to wait for Heath.
Tonight should be about all three of us, each step of the way. Panty removal aside.
As Heath nuzzles my clit and sucks on my pussy lips, Wyatt pushes my sundress down, baring my breasts. His hands cup me from behind, tugging on my nipples and squeezing my flesh.
“Our little miss is all grown up,” he grunts in my ear. “Think you’re big enough to take us both tonight?”
I shiver.
They’ve been playing with my bum for a few days now, hinting at a birthday treat.
From between my legs, Heath glances up. “Only if you’re ready for us,” he warns Wyatt.
My boyfriend really wants in my ass. I know it, we all know it. That’s the plan. Heath buried in my pussy, Wyatt pumping into me nice and slow from behind.
My sex clenches at the image. It’s hot as heck…in theory. In reality, I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready. But I want it anyway.
I stroke Heath’s hair as Wyatt pets my tits. “Yes,” I finally breathe. “I want you both tonight.”
Heath gives me one more, very enthusiastic lick, then stands up and scoops me into his arms. “Then let’s take this to the bedroom.”
Heath’s bedroom overlooks the back yard and a forested park beyond that. It’s private and luxurious, and I have to pinch myself to think this is really my life—and he wants us to move in here. Share this room with him forever.
Yes, tonight is definitely the night to take this next step. All three of us, together at the same time.
But when he sets me on the bed, and Wyatt peels my dress off me, neither of them reach for the lube. Not yet.
Heath strips down first and stretches out next to me in the middle of the bed. He pats my thigh. “Sit on Daddy’s face. Show me that you love me.”
I laugh and climb onto his torso, wiggling my hips until I’m within licking range, then he clamps his hands on my ass and drag me the rest of the way. I gaze down at him as he leisurely circles my clit with his tongue, a pussy-drunk look on his face already.
Wyatt joins us on the bed, now naked as well, and kneels beside us, his cock a heavy brand against my hip as I turn my head to kiss him.
“We’re going to lick you all over,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Make you squirm before we fuck you between us like the little rag doll you want to be.”
God, I love it when they’re bigger than me, all over me, making me feel helpless and small. And utterly adored.
Heath kisses the inside of my thigh. “All over,” he repeats. “Lie down.”
“What?” I shriek as he lifts my hips. Wyatt catches me and stretches me out, so my back is on Heath’s torso, my head resting against his lower belly.
Almost close enough I could twist my head and kiss his erection, but not quite.
“Our little Emily,” Wyatt croons, squeezing my tits. “Relax.”
Relax? “Why—”
Oh.
Heath’s tongue traces the edge of one of my butt cheeks, then slides into the crease.
Oh!
I tremble as he explores my most private flesh, where they’ve been touching me more and more.
And when his tongue circles my back entrance, lighting up the nerves there, I cry out. Everything tightens up, but he just keeps licking and the tension quickly morphs to a wonderful, arousing heat.
Around and around he goes, groaning as his tongue preps me for what will come next.
My pussy pulses at the unexpected sensations.
Wyatt looms over me, his attention darting from my face to between my legs and back again. “She fucking likes it, Heath. Her little pussy is fluttering.” Then, as if to himself, “Gotta taste that.”
He bends over, and then there are two heads between my legs, Heath licking my ass and Wyatt eating my pussy with an enthusiasm that takes my breath away. I writhe between them, aching for release, but needing them inside me first, too.
As if they know that, they don’t intensify their licks. They’re not going to make me come like this, just drive me almost out of my mind and get me so strung out, I’ll be begging for both of their cocks anywhere and everywhere.
I have truly genius boyfriends.
Did they plan this? The thought of them talking casually on a work site about how they want to lick every inch of me at the same time makes me flush even hotter. My nipples are tight, my breasts swollen, and I need…
“Hear that?” Wyatt asks, lifting his mouth for a second. “She’s begging for it.”
Was I?
“I need you, I need you…” Oh, yes, I was.
I’m shaking as they rearrange me, turning me so I’m facing Heath. His cock breaches my pussy in a demanding thrust, his gaze wild and on edge.
Good, it’s not just me. He pulses inside me, barely moving, but primed to resume thrusting any second, as Wyatt shifts around to get behind me.
The next thing I feel is a lube-covered finger circling my hole.
“Heath got you all warmed up, didn’t he?” Wyatt murmurs in my ear as he covers my back. “You’re taking this so well.”
It burns, just like it did yesterday and the day before, but that softens immediately. He gives me another finger, more lube, and then his cock is there.
It’s Heath who murmurs for me to relax this time. He cradles me to his chest, petting my hair, and telling me I’m a very good girl as Wyatt works his thick tip past both sphincters.
I cry out once he’s inside, because I know it’s not all of him, but it feels so full already.
“Let Daddy hear it,” Heath says, sounding very pleased with himself. “We’re going to fuck you now, little miss. Nobody can hear you cry, so let it all out.”
“It’s too much,” I beg.
“Shh… We know.” He grips my hips, holding me still as he starts to retreat. “But soon it will be just right.”
Wyatt thrusts home, and I scream. Not from pain, but from startling pleasure. “Oh God, oh God, oh God…”
Heath rocks forward as Wyatt retreats, nailing my G-spot, and I start to shake.
“Gonna fill you up,” Wyatt groans. “You gonna milk us both at the same time? Think I’ll feel Heath come inside you like this?”
I mumble something, truly helpless now. My body twists with each thrust and parry, slick fluids making it all work even though it seems impossible.
And then Wyatt wraps his arms around me, cupping my breasts as he bends me up, taking over the cradling of my body from Heath. And Heath, beneath me, finds my clit with his fingers, and pinches it gently.
I didn’t realize I was so close to my orgasm, but now it’s ripping through me, a shattering climax that tears me into a thousand pieces.
As I come apart in Wyatt’s arms, they jerk their hips faster, harder, powering toward their own releases. And when Heath buries his cock deep inside me, the throbbing pulse and the twisted expression on his face matching clues he’s gone over, Wyatt joins him.
For a long, staggering moment, they are both throbbing inside me, filling me, and every inch of my hyper-aroused sex can feel it. The spurts, the contractions. As if they’re pouring their souls into me.
I twist my shaking arms up behind me, catching Wyatt’s neck and holding him close. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me through the sensitive withdrawals, and then Heath is sitting up, and I’m in his lap, kissing him, too.
All three of us tumble to the bed, our kisses as ravenous as before we got started.
Heath slips away to start the shower, and then Wyatt carries me.
For once, it may be a necessity. I’m not sure I can walk, and I don’t care to try.