20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
Molly
“Fuck,” Preston breathed, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulled me close to him, our hips meeting as he held me tightly. He was hard, and the ache morphed into a throbbing pulse between my legs, amplified by the knowledge I had such an effect on him.
“I’m not on birth control,” I admitted before I couldn’t talk. My throat already felt knotted as Preston’s hands traveled up my back. “And I’m not interested in getting pregnant—”
“We’ll use condoms when we have sex, but right now’s all about you, Molly.” Preston glanced at Emmett. I followed his line of sight, and my heart thundered when I saw him nod.
They wanted to focus on me? “What does that mean?”
“It means,” Preston said between kisses on my neck that had my eyes rolling back. “This is your first time. We want you to feel good.”
No shame. No awkwardness. Just a fact.
Still, my stomach twisted, and I tried to breathe through my nerves. “It really is. I haven’t done anything—”
“Except with those toys of yours,” Preston said, grinning against my mouth. “Want us to use them on you?”
My eyes widened, and I whipped my head toward Emmett. He leaned forward. It almost looked like he was anxious to hear my answer.
“If you guys want to—”
“What do you want?” Emmett asked, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Ledger and I want everything with you. You hold the power, Rookie.”
“I do?” I asked, my voice choked with thirst as Preston’s never-ending kisses ravaged my neck.
“All the power,” he murmured, licking my ear.
“Geez, Preston,” I moaned. “That feels so good.”
“I can make you feel even better,” he vowed. And then he reached for Emmett. “Both of us can make you feel so good.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
Preston scooped me into his arms and took the stairs two at a time.
In my room, he gently set me on the bed and tugged my pants off.
“Can you guys get naked, too?” I asked, more nervous about being the only one with clothes off than asking for what I wanted.
As much as this terrified me, I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone but them. They didn’t laugh as I moaned when Emmett’s fingers grazed my nipple over my shirt. They didn’t hesitate when I asked them to take their clothes off.
I was nervous, but deep inside, I had this current of peace, knowing Preston and Emmett were the ones guiding me.
And as much as I wanted to go all the way, I knew—like Preston could seem to sense—I wasn’t quite ready yet.
Emmett helped me out of my shirt, his eyes hungrily roaming over me as my chest heated. “Can I—” He hesitated, his hand suspended above my skin.
“You can touch me anywhere,” I whispered, and Preston groaned. “What?” I asked, suddenly a little more self-conscious. “Should I not be so forward?”
“Fuck yes. Be yourself, Molls. I love how direct you are. Keep that same energy throughout all of this. Throughout your whole fucking life.”
I studied him, double checking he wasn’t messing with me. He was dead serious.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” Emmett answered first. “Open communication is important to me, too.”
“Why are the two of you single?” I muttered, my eyes fluttering shut as Emmett cupped my breast and grazed his tongue across my nipple.
“We were waiting for you,” he whispered.
It was so low I barely heard it over my heartbeat. I wasn’t even sure if I was supposed to hear it, so I let go, moaning as he massaged my lower back and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
“Where are your toys?” Preston asked.
“Nightstand,” I moaned, pointing with a limp hand.
Emmett’s hands were large and covered a lot of my skin in a short time, despite the agonizingly slow pace he dragged them across me. He stopped at my thighs, checking in with me before his fingers skimmed over my underwear.
“Oh—” I wanted to tell him that felt better than anything I could ever do to myself, but I couldn’t get the words out as he pushed the fabric to the side and touched me with his bare skin.
An explosion of lights flashed behind my eyes as I gripped his arm and tried to remember how to breathe. I wasn’t even close to coming, but the sheer pleasure of his skin against mine was enough to make me scream.
“You’re wet, Molly,” he murmured, his words searing into my shoulder as he slumped against me, his fingers playing across me in a pulse that my body matched.
The bed dipped as Preston sat on my other side and drew my mouth to his. He kissed me, his tongue opening my mouth in fast, demanding strokes.
“My turn.” His hand dropped to my thigh and the heat between my legs doubled.
“Open your eyes.” Emmett stroked the side of my cheek, and I did what he said.
His other hand, the one he’d been caressing me with, had a glossy sheen from me. Once he was sure I was paying attention, he put his fingers in his mouth one by one, sucking them clean. Heat pooled low in my belly, growing hotter with Preston’s fingers grazing against me.
With a persistent, toe-curling rhythm, he rubbed circles around my clit before stroking my opening, and repeated.
After several tenacious minutes of this, I was ready to climb on him and insert his dick into my body myself.
Sex was easy enough to understand, and he put my body in some instinctual state that had me thinking I could find relief if I just got him inside me.
“Preston,” I moaned. “Please.”
He stopped rubbing—exactly the opposite of what I wanted, and I whined his name.
“I know, Molls,” he murmured, lowering me back and spreading my legs. “I’ve got you.”
I shot up, my back arching as pleasure swirled through me the second his mouth was on me. He said something, muffled by the fact his freaking tongue was spiraling and twirling all over my most sensitive spots.
I couldn’t tell what he said, but he tapped Emmett, then pointed at my hands and tried to say something again. His words vibrated against me, and I had no time to react before Emmett grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.
Emmett kissed the back of my hand, curling next to me. His grasp on me held firm as his kisses burned against the entire length of my arm. I squirmed as his lips reached my armpit and he moaned, licking me from there to my nipple.
Right then, a bright flash of tender pleasure swallowed me whole as Preston pushed a finger inside me.
“Oh. That’s so—” My words ended on a moan as he paced his finger, moving it as he licked me, grinding his mouth against me until I really couldn’t think.
All that existed was Emmett’s hot, calloused hand holding my breast, Preston’s finger curving and teasing me, and his mouth rough and unrelenting as he ate me out.
“So good—” I tried to talk again, but the words were strangled and died on my tongue as a devastating flame burned through me.
Emmett buried his face in my neck, nipping my skin, sending cold chills to battle the scorching fire threatening to consume me.
Preston didn’t let up, stroking me inside while his tongue did wicked things and extended my orgasm longer than any I’d ever had.
I cried out.
The pleasure extended beyond what I thought my body could handle as I bucked against Emmett’s restraints.
My hair stuck to my forehead, and I panted, trying to remember if I could breathe.
If this feeling would ever go away.
Or if I was stuck like this forever.
It wouldn’t be an awful way to die.
Emmett let my wrists go, and mercifully, Preston slowed his finger and kissed my clit before sitting up. The smile on his face destroyed me, lulling me into an endorphin-based delusion, letting me believe this could be real.
“Did you like that?” I asked, barely able to breathe as the aftershocks rolled through me.
“Did you not?” Emmett asked, frowning. “I enjoyed it, even if I was jealous as hell of you, Preston.”
“You should be.” He grinned at Emmett before sobering. “But Molly, if you didn’t like it—”
I raked my fingers through my hair and groaned. “I loved it.”
“Good. Taste how fucking good you are,” Preston murmured, kissing me open-mouthed and sloppy.
He moaned, his mouth hot and salty. Slick and chaotic, with a mingle of our flavors hitting my tongue.
Delicious.
He pulled away and Emmett took his place, cradling the back of my head in his hand as he tasted me, too.
He groaned, running his tongue over my lips. “So good.”
“You’ll have to try her next,” Preston said, running his fingers over my back.
“Here, have some water,” Emmett said, reaching over and grabbing my water bottle.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, a little thankful and a little disappointed he didn’t just spread my legs and feast.
I sat up to have a drink, and my toys rolled toward me. “Oh, I guess we didn’t need these.”
Preston picked up the biggest vibrator and wrapped his fingers around it. “While I was grabbing them, Emmett took things in a different direction,” Preston said, his eyes gleaming as he nudged Emmett. “A wonderfully delectable direction.”
“Preston.” My cheeks burned, and I pushed him, but he caught my hand, slipping the vibrator to me. “Thanks for that. Even if you’re being ridiculous now.”
“Thanks? Who said we’re done?”
“Oh yeah. I haven’t—” I puffed out my cheeks and stared at the ceiling, reminding myself they wanted me to be open. “I haven’t given a blow job before, but I can figure it out if you guys are patient.”
Preston’s eyes widened, and he cleared his throat. “Molls, we said today’s about you. As hard as it is to turn down a blow job from your mouth, we meant it.”
“We want you to feel good—”
“I do, though—”
“Have you ever put this in your ass?” Preston asked, holding up my vibrator that had a flared base.
I snatched it from him and held it close to me. “I might not believe in love, but I’m not a prude.”
“Noted,” he said, grinning at Emmett. He reached for it, wrapping his fingers around mine. “Want me to put it in?”
My ass tightened with decadent anticipation, aching for Preston to do more. How much better could it all be? Going all the way with both of them? I was close just thinking about it.
He pressed the lowest point of my back, right at the base of my spine, and I moaned, leaning into his touch. “You like filling both your holes?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to talk his fingertips tickled across my asshole.
“Good thing there are two of us,” Preston murmured, reaching for lube he must have found when Emmett was rubbing me.
He squeezed some onto his hand and slid his finger in, opening me little by little. Ass play clearly wasn’t new to him, and, even through hooded eyes, I couldn’t miss the look he was giving Emmett as he worked his finger all the way into me.
Emmett lubed up the other vibrator and teased my vagina with it until I squirmed, tilting my hips, which made Preston grin.
“Put it in her, man,” he muttered, slipping his finger out and lubing up the toy with the flared base.
Emmett pressed the toy into me, and I drew it in, unable to stop my body from pulsing greedily, still on the edge from Preston fingering me.
Emmett laid next to me, sucking my nipple into his mouth as he worked the vibrator slowly in and out. “So good, Molly,” he breathed against my shoulder.
Preston tilted my hips forward and pressed the other toy into my ass slowly, stopping whenever he felt resistance.
It was so gradual. So much gentler than I ever was with myself.
I wanted it harder and faster, but I breathed through his leisurely pace, knowing it was probably just as excruciating for him to be patient.
He got it all the way in, and I moaned, clawing for Emmett’s arm. I was so full. So freaking full. I couldn’t breathe as Emmett dragged the vibrator out and thrusted it back in.
Preston let go of the toy he’d been commandeering, allowing my body to fully accept it and greedily hold on to it. He rested his palm on my belly and used his other hand to trace exasperatingly tender circles around my clit.
Pressure built inside me from every angle. I tried to tell them, but I couldn’t.
I came.
Hard and fast.
Like lightning striking my entire body as I cried out, clinging to Emmett until my fingertips bruised.
“That’s it,” he said, running his fingers along my side. “Let it all out, Rookie.”
And I did.
After my body came down, the jerks turned to a shaking shudder. Preston slowed his hand and Emmett kissed my neck.
They each slowly removed the toys inside me, and I flopped my head on the pillow.
“I thought your nickname was The Edger,” I teased Preston, but it came out all throaty and breathless, instead of jokey.
He smirked and pinched my nipple, grinning bigger when I moaned and arched my back. “I might like to torment a little, but not for your first time—”
I didn’t want to be treated differently. The corners of my mouth turned down involuntarily. I tried to make my face neutral, but the damage was done. He caught my disappointment.
Bracing his arms on either side of me, he lowered himself until our noses were touching.
“Did you want me to tease you? To get you so fucking close to the edge you would willingly jump just to find a little relief? And then yank you back so what you want is out of reach. Over and over until finally your body can’t handle a second more and lets go? ”
Oh my gosh.
I wanted that.
More than I would have ever guessed.
I nodded, peeking at Emmett, who was watching Preston open-mouthed.
Preston nipped the tip of my nose before kissing me so deeply I felt it between my legs. “Next time.”