29. Arizona #3
I want all of them watching. I want them to see exactly how greedy I am, how badly I want to please them, claim them, and give back every piece of what they’ve given me.
Behind me, Red starts moving. Every thrust lifts me just enough that I slide back down over him again, his hands keeping me steady while my mouth struggles to keep pace with Willy.
I push back against Red’s hips, draw Willy deeper, and keep going, taking everything he’s willing to give. His head falls back, his jaw clenches, and his fingers tighten painfully in my hair.
The sting only drives me harder.
I want to feel him lose every bit of control.
Red drives into me with a hunger that wipes everything else away. Sweat gathers along my brow while my knees threaten to give out beneath me.
Every thrust stretches me in that aching way I can’t get enough of, pulling another helpless roll of my hips from me as I chase him right back.
Willy groans my name through clenched teeth.
I lift my eyes to him and catch the look on his face. The cocky grin has disappeared, replaced by dark, desperate want that twists deep inside me.
I want them both coming apart together.
I want one spilling down my throat while the other pulses inside me. I want to leave this night carrying every piece of them, and I need Emmett with us too.
The need hits so hard my hands shake as I reach for his fly. He shifts beside Willy until he’s within easy reach, close enough that my hand only has to leave Willy for a heartbeat to find him.
My palm settles over the hard length straining against his jeans, and he flushes all the way to the freckles scattered across his cheeks. He never breaks eye contact while I work open his zipper and free him.
His cock falls against my thigh, flushed, twitching, and already slick at the tip, and the sight sends another rush of heat through me.
Behind me, Red’s pace turns rougher.
His breath breaks against my ear while every thrust rocks me forward, his voice reduced to a rough stream of “fuck… yeah…” that vibrates against my neck.
Each movement rocks me hard against Red’s lap, the rough denim of his jeans scraping along the backs of my thighs, the seams dragging across my skin leaving me desperate for whatever comes next.
Willy’s grip stays firm in my hair while I take him to the root, his cock filling my mouth until tears sting my eyes. Every instinct tells me to cough, but I fight through it, swallowing around the salt, the heat, and him without letting up.
I want all three of them balanced on the edge with me.
I tip my head just enough to reach Emmett. My hand slides down to wrap around his cock, stroking him while I keep my mouth on Willy.
Emmett’s breath catches so hard it almost disappears. He braces both hands on my shoulders, trembling, while precum beads hot against my palm.
His lips part as though he’s trying to speak, but all that escapes is a broken sound when I sweep my thumb over the head of his cock and draw it back with the same slow stroke.
Behind me, Red’s hands tighten around my hips. I push back against every thrust, chasing him as hard as he chases me, and his fingers slip between my legs, slick from everything he’s already pulled from me.
He finds my clit and circles it, and the touch tears straight through whatever control I had left. My body locks around Red while my lips stay wrapped around Willy and my hand keeps working Emmett with patient, greedy strokes that leave him spilling over my fingers.
They’re all touching me. They’re all wrapped around me, touching me, filling every inch of my world.
I lose count of which orgasm this is.
Willy groans my name, his voice breaking apart as his grip spasms in my hair. He pulses hot into my mouth, and I swallow every drop, holding him there until the last shudder leaves him and he finally sags forward, his sweat mixing with mine.
Red drives into me harder, every thrust knocking another broken sound from my throat while his rough praise spills into my ear. “Good fucking girl. Look at you…”
My whole body shakes so hard I can barely focus. My hips falter beneath the force of him, and then he comes with a string of curses, his cock pulsing inside me while he presses himself flush against my ass.
He keeps saying my name through ragged breaths, each repetition rougher than the last, before his teeth catch my shoulder and he bites down, marking me while shudders roll through him.
My thoughts scatter into nothing.
My jaw aches. My lips feel swollen. I barely have time to catch another breath before Emmett jerks in my hand.
I keep stroking him.
His hands slip to my thighs, gripping hard as a helpless gasp breaks free and his release splashes hot across my chest. Heat spreads over my skin while he stares at me like he’s forgotten how to breathe.
He looks completely wrecked.
His mouth hangs open. His hair has fallen across his forehead, and he’s so beautiful like this that I lean forward and drag my tongue through the stripe of cum on my chest.
His pupils blow wide.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
I laugh because I don’t know what else to do.
That was absolutely fucking unreal.