Page 57 of Blurred Lines

"I missed you," she whispers, her eyes resting first on mine, then the others. "I miss you whenever I'm alone."

We're in the front area of the movie hall, with Silas and Caeleb seated behind us as Emily and I sit, curled up on a soft throw, on the floor.

Silas approaches now, alert and keen-eyed.

He joins us on the throw. "Room for one more?"

Emily looks at me. I reply with a slight nod, to which she stretches her hand out to Silas. With the other hand, she strokes my cock until I am frantic with how badly I need her. I begin to groan with agony until she lifts her skirts to show me she's gone commando.

That does it for me. I release a low, rough groan of desire and pull her to me as she straddles me until I've impaled her with my cock. She breathes in wisps as I enter her, inch by inch, filling her slowly.

Silas sways behind Emily, clasping her waist gently while kissing her slender, swanlike neck. His hand slips between me and Emily to fondle the delicious, alive nub of nerves situated at the hood of her folds. In response, Emily's core clamps down on my cock, making her unbelievably tight.

She captures my instant growl with her mouth, her tongue tasting mine as I begin fucking her. I press up and into her, relishing every second as I work to make my way into her depths. She moans, thrusting her head backward, her nails desperately raking my bare back under my shirt.

"More, Finn, please!"

I chuckle at that. I can take my time. Do I want to, though? No. I want to fuck this strange, almost unearthly gorgeous woman into oblivion, harshly, lovingly, extensively, and with no further delay. She whimpers happily as I start thrusting into her, stroke after stroke.

Her arms clench around my back in the same way her insides clutch at my invading cock. Her legs begin trembling around my hips as I drive my cock into her, each movement quicker and fiercer than the last. From the side, Silas cleverly continues maneuvering his hand between us, rocking Emily's slippery bundle of nerves faster and faster on my eager, hungry cock. I drive upwards fiercely, waiting for her to come.

Her climax arrives with a keening cry, faint as the wind echoing above the vines at night. Her inner muscles begin tightening on mine, so hard that I immediately lose control. "Emily, I'm going to come," I hiss out through gritted teeth. In response, she clamps down on my cock so hard and with such a luscious smile that I shiver, twitch, and release my seed at that very moment.

Emily's gasp of fulfillment is barely complete when Silas pulls her to him, her back to his chest. He releases a full-throated groan as Emily maneuvers her hands by some magic, extending them backward to somehow find the bulge in his pants.

He impatiently turns her around, capturing her mouth with his own. I stand up, and once I'm decent, I join Caeleb on a seat beside him.

"Did you ever, in any lifetime," he observes, his tone matter-of-fact, "think we'd be doing this?"

I watch Silas fill Emily with his cock, her cries matching his grunts as he pushes her on the throw before thrusting in and out.

"No," I admit. My cock twitches once again, forever a creature of habit. Do I wish I was the one fucking her once more? Of course, I'm a man.

But if there's ever a situation I could make peace with, it's this. These men around me—I've built my life around them. We can give Emily a kind of protection she won't find with anyone else.

She deserves that.

I grin at the sight of my best friend filling the girl I love with his cock. I don't know how it could make me want her more, somehow make me harder for her, but here we are. Silas's breathing is going ragged, signaling that he won't be able to hold out for too long.

Caeleb stands, and at the same time, so do I. I'm not done, not by a long shot.

We stroll over to where Silas sits, cock still buried in Emily's core. He gently extricates himself, to stand up beside us. All three of us look down at Emily, lying on the throw, her body glistening under the muted lights in the theater. She is so lovely, so … somehow, so tangible and wispy at the same time. I don't know how that is even possible.

Caeleb kneels down at her feet and begins planting slow kisses on her toes, her legs, the tender underside of her knees. We watch her curl her limbs, her skin flushed and breathing uneven.

She sits up, pulling Caeleb close. They move around until she is on his lap, his erection straddling her folds.

"Never in my wildest dreams," she exhales, "did I think I'd ever feel comfortable doing this."

Caeleb bites the lower, soft part of her ear, making her gasp. "And now?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

She arches her back, eyes pointedly on my trousers, their front once again bulged. I grin and unbuckle them, simultaneously, drawing myself close to her parted mouth.

Her lips swallow my cock as soon as it slips out, inch by inch, until I am enveloped in the glorious heat of her mouth, her tongue wrapped deliciously around my shaft.

She swirls her tongue around the entire expanse once before gagging purposefully on it, and then, she makes a sucking motion that pulls my erection deeper into the vortex of impossibly welcome heat. I tremble, hips bucking as I steady her head with my hands while Caeleb fills her pussy.

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