20. Emma
CHAPTER 20
emma
Waking up to the rare sunlight peeking through the blinds, I take stock of everything for a moment. A firm body is plastered against my back, a leg threaded through mine, thigh pressing against my center. I know it’s Dom without looking.
Visions of last night float through my brain like a montage. My body aches in the best of ways, my pussy throbbing after having the life pounded out of it. God, did last night really happen? All of them shared me like it was the easiest thing in the entire world. Dom’s heated expression as he watched Aidan and Cruz take me exactly how he wanted them to will be permanently etched into my brain. The soreness I feel is a physical reminder of the feral way they all devoured my body. And I loved every moment of it.
After Dom finished, the three of them worked together to clean up. Aidan took me to the shower and washed me sweetly from head to toe, peppering kisses everywhere his hands touched. By the time we had finished, Dom and Cruz had changed the sheets and had a full setup of food and wine spread out on the bed. The four of us drank champagne, ate good food, and watched trashy TV. It was perfect. But it’s left me wondering where we go from here.
“I know you’re awake, sweet girl. Your breathing changed.”
I sigh before rolling over into Dom’s arms, his fingers trailing softly up and down my spine in comfort.
“There she is,” he whispers as he props his head up with his hand and smiles down at me. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
“Are we okay?”
His head jerks back slowly, his eyebrows arching in confusion.
“ Moya lyubov’ , we will never not be okay. I know you enjoyed yourself last night, and you know that I did as well. What’s the problem?”
“I did. It was the hottest thing, and the look on your face, Dom, god.”
He chuckles before leaning down and kissing me. Just a chaste peck, but anything from him leaves me wanting more. It’s never enough. Relief floods through me that it wasn’t the alcohol or anything else that led to the insane sexcapades that happened last night between the four of us. It almost seemed . . . planned?
“Was it a one-time thing?” I ask him, biting my bottom lip as I wait for his answer.
“You haven’t figured it out, huh?”
My head cocks to the side as confusion fills me. Figure what out? Dom plants a kiss on my forehead before climbing out of bed and throwing on his workout clothes. He is so disciplined that I don’t think any amount of teasing could get him to veer from his schedule.
“Stay out of your head and just enjoy.”
And with that, he walks out of the room, leaving my head full of unanswered questions and butterflies in my stomach.
* * *
After dragging myself from Dom’s bed and taking a hot, much-needed shower, I meander downstairs in search of coffee. Aidan is standing at the monster barista machine brewing something that has my mouth watering. He must hear me coming because he turns to face me as I enter the kitchen.
“Morning,” I say sheepishly, not sure how to act around them after the experience we all had the night before. Will everything change now? Does he regret it?
“You sound happy this morning . . . Still”—he holds out a steaming mug of the sweetest-smelling caffeine—“don’t want to chance meeting the sea witch again.”
I accept his morning gift and force out a fake laugh. “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”
He turns back to the counter and opens the microwave, pulling out a plate.
“Also, made you this. Pancakes still your favorite?” I stare at the plate blankly, shocked in the best way. Aidan shifts on his feet and he seems almost nervous.
“You made me breakfast?”
“Of course. After what we put you through last night, I knew you would need to refuel. Is that okay? I know I took a wild guess here, but I remember you loving them when we were teens, and I saw you order it a few months ago while . . .”
“Aidan, hey. Yes, this is perfect. Thank you. It looks delicious.”
His shoulders sag as he visibly relaxes from my reassurance. I give him a smile, lifting to my toes to kiss his cheek. Taking my plate from him, I juggle my coffee and breakfast and get cozy in one of the three wingback chairs.
Setting my coffee on the table next to me, I devour half of my plate while Aidan watches me from the kitchen. It’s delicious, and I was so much hungrier than I realized. Looking up at Aidan, I meet his eyes, and my heart does that weird thing in my chest again. He looks so satisfied watching me enjoy the breakfast that he prepared.
“Aren’t you going to eat something?” I immediately regret my words based off Aidan’s reaction. His eyes narrow and his head cocks to the side as he saunters toward me, making my heart thunder, and I quickly set my plate next to my coffee.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m hungry, Em, so I’m going to eat my breakfast.”
“You’re . . . hungry?” I stutter, my voice shaky as the heat within my veins simmers, my heart pounding erratically against my ribcage.
“Starving.”
His knees hit the ground in front of me, not giving me any time to protest. My legs are spread open wide, his hands roaming over my thighs, my hips, and under my ass, pulling me forward where he wants me.
A gasp leaves me as Aidan’s mouth covers my panty-clad pussy, inhaling deeply and sucking over the fabric. His warm breath over my core lights me up. I feel myself getting wet, desire pumping through me. It’s so good, but not enough. My hands move of their own accord, weaving through his thick black hair. I spread my legs wider to accommodate his size, and his restraint snaps.
“Fuck, Em, you’re fucking perfect. You’re goddamn everything ,” he says, grabbing a fistful of the thin fabric separating us and yanking hard. My body jerks as the strand finally snaps, baring me to him completely. He doesn’t rush like he did last time. He grabs the back of my thighs and pushes upward, nearly folding me in half and forcing my ass to hang off the edge of the chair, exposing every inch of me.
“Fucking perfect. Look how wet this pink pussy is.” He hooks my legs over the armrests and slowly drags a finger through my center, rimming my hole and scooping up to my clit. He holds his finger out between us and studies it, the light shining through the window making it glisten and glow with my arousal.
“Is this all for me, baby?”
My heart flips rapidly in my chest, my breathing erratic as I watch him suck the cum-coated finger into his mouth.
“So sweet. So fucking perfect for me. You know how long I’ve wanted this?”
He repeats the process, sliding a thick digit through my center and feeding himself the wetness he gathers. I think I may die. The scene is so erotic. So fucking dirty. I think back to all the times I’ve spent with Aidan before this weekend and can’t come up with an answer. I don’t know how long he’s wanted me.
“No . . .”
“Since the beginning, Em. I’ve pined for you, fantasized about you, jerked off to the thoughts of you, fuck . . . I’ve even pretended other women were you . You know I can’t let you go now, right?”
“Aidan, I didn’t know . . .”
He pops his finger out of his mouth before sliding through my folds again. This time when he pulls out, he presses it into my mouth, my tongue wrapping around his finger and sucking it clean.
“Well, now you know. Let’s make up for lost time, yeah?”
He hunches down now, burying his face in my pussy, taking long licks from hole to clit before pressing deeply inside. I rock my hips back and forth, trying to keep my moans down. I don’t know the rules for this. Dom wants to share me, but does that extend to being with them when he isn’t in the room?
As if summoned from the dead, he appears, not pausing as he takes in the scene in front of him. I, on the other hand, go into full panic mode and freak the hell out.
“Dom! Oh my god!”
I struggle to move away from Aidan’s mouth, but he keeps a tight grip on my lower thighs, holding me in place as he looks up at me from between my legs. His mouth glistens as his lips pull into a tight, shameless grin.
Dom walks farther into the room, taking a seat directly across from us. Relaxing into the chair, his arms sit on each of the rests, and his legs spread out comfortably. I can’t read his expression, and I try again to close my legs and push Aidan away with my hand. He renews his efforts by dropping his head back down and sucking my clit into his mouth. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as my head drops back onto the chair, but I don’t stop trying to push his head back.
“Don’t stop on my account.” Dom’s deep voice fills the quiet room, and my heart rate ratchets up.
“Dom . . .”
“Shh, sweet girl, let me watch him feast on you.”
I die. What the fuck is happening? As much as I wanted to believe it, I wasn’t really sure what to make of it all. I feel like I’m in some alternate universe. Aidan chuckles against me before loosening his hold on my thighs, allowing me to relax further into him. He sucks little pulses on my clit as his fingers press deep inside me, curling upward and making me see stars.
“Oh! God! Aidan, that feels so good, please don’t stop!”
I run my fingers through his thick hair as my eyes finally open and find Dominik staring at me. I hold his gaze as Aidan devours my body, sending me on a rapid climb toward an epic orgasm. This is different than last night. There’s no hiding right now. No alcohol. No cloak of darkness. There’s no escaping exactly what’s happening.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Let me watch you come. I love watching you be worshiped just like you deserve. You’re so perfect for us.”
For us.