Page 55 of Owning Emma

Chapter 25

ROMAN

“If you stop, he stops,”I told her, my fingers wound so tightly in her dark hair, I knew she felt a bit of pain, but I couldn’t force my fingers to loosen. She sucked me off like a damn pro, even though I knew from her demeanor and confessions, she was still a rookie. Maybe it was the mere fact of who she was not what she was doing that had me fisting the sheets and moaning myself hoarse.

Or perhaps it was the sight of him behind her, crouched in front of her exposed sex, taking his time as he teased and kissed her bare skin before he even dipped a finger in for a taste. His eyes shuttered as he stuck his finger in his mouth, pure bliss crossed his face, and it had been ages since I saw that look. Ages since I saw him do anything besides stand on the sidelines and jack himself off. Ages since he found someone worth it enough to not let his quirks stand in the way.

The sight of him touching her, kissing her, stirring her in ways that drove her as wild as she was driving me made me want to explode, but I used what little will I had left to hold off my pleasure. When his head disappeared between her thighs, I nearly lost my battle. She stopped sucking on me as she moaned the most adorably sexy sound. I allowed a few moments to gather myself, then I gave the threat that I knew Shaw would help me follow through. If she stopped, he would stop.

Emma lowered her mouth to me once more, her tongue swirling along the base before moving upward, all the while she was whimpering and wiggling, pushing her whole backside toward Shaw as his tongue lapped at her pussy. I watched his head bob against her, his hands gripping her hips so tight I was positive she would have bruises tomorrow. She didn’t seem to mind. No, our sweet Emma was giving me as much as he was giving her.

To think we thought she was timid. Meek. A quiet, little, pliable girl.

She took the tip of my cock in her mouth, and I swear I saw stars. I breathed out heavily, “Fuck.”

She hummed her approval which did nothing to ebb the pleasure that was already rapidly building. I saw Shaw’s eyes glance up at me, giving me the silent communication we spent our whole lives together perfecting. He knew I was close, but this wasn’t how either of us wanted to end it. He let go of her waist and brought a hand to her center, never stopping his tongue’s assault. I knew the moment he put a finger inside her, then two. Her whimpers and movements became frantic, her attention to my cock more sporadic.

She pulled her lips off me, forgetting the rule. “Don’t stop.”

With my words, Shaw froze and Emma, the feisty girl, cursed my name before flicking her tongue on my cock’s crown. Shaw licked at her core again, his fingers moving so roughly inside her it jolted her body toward me. When the satisfying sound of him devouring her filled the air, I let myself watch them both.

Could we have this?

All three of us?

Her hand fell to the sheet next to my thigh, and she fisted it tightly as her breathing picked up. She was close, I could feel the need, the reach, the desperation as she tried to grasp her orgasm. I leaned forward, gently running a hand along her upper back before curving my palm along her body. I ran my palm over her breasts, savoring the way they moved with each thrust of Shaw’s fingers.

Shaw’s eyes met mine again, they were barely visible from where he was positioned between her legs, but still, I managed to read every word they conveyed. He wanted to finish her, show her how good a real orgasm could be, how good we could be. I gave him a slight nod, and even though his mouth was occupied, I saw his cheeks rise as he grinned. There was a sparkle glinting in his eyes right before he crooked his fingers and pressed them into her while I pinched her nipples.

She screamed, a sound that I knew could be heard echoing through the house, right before she turned her head away from my body and gasped, both her hands wound so tightly into the sheets that she pulled them toward her. She panted, struggling to catch her breath as she whimpered, laying her head against my bare thigh, her body shaking with the pleasure Shaw had dealt her.

With her eyes closed, her hair free of the pins and scattered against my skin, her pouty lips trapped in her teeth as a shade of red consumed her whole body, she was a fucking goddess. The prettiest fucking thing I had ever laid my eyes on and deep down I knew she didn’t deserve a life with men like Shaw and I in it, but I couldn’t be the one to push her away. Not after this, not now.

Her knees finally gave out and her body fell ungracefully onto the bed and over my body. Shaw watched her with satisfaction before gripping her hips and lifting her, turning her body so that she was facing him and her back was to me, leaning against my chest, her ass snuggled between my thighs. “Think we are done, Cardigan?”

He laid a kiss on the junction of her thigh, then worked his way up her stomach, paying extra attention to her breasts before kissing her chin, then laid a slow kiss on her lips. This close, the scent of her was covering him and permeating in the air, and I knew she could taste herself on his lips and tongue. She moaned deep into his kiss, her hands clutched at his shoulder as she tried to keep him to her.

My heart sped at the sight, my best friend crazy with lust as the girl of our dreams worked her tight ass on my cock. It was fucking painful and pure bliss. The need to come almost as intense as the need to take my time and watch, to savor how this night played out.

He pulled back and reached for my nightstand knowing exactly where I kept the condoms. He pulled one out and placed it in Emma’s palm, waiting for her to decide, to be the final say, when we both already knew where our judgement lay. She looked at the square in her hand like it held the weight of the world, and maybe it did. We had already breached boundaries we couldn’t come back from, but this was a completely different boundary.

This was acceptance.

Opening that condom was accepting us. Being prepared to try something new and commit to something outside of social standards. Sex with two men, it wasn’t something most dared try. It came with labels and judgment. Complications. All of which was her choice to weigh as her pros and cons.

Painfully slow, her eyes travelled from her palm up Shaw’s torso until they met the hazel of his eyes. Without taking her eyes off him, she tore open the foil and used her free hand to jerk his hip forward. The moment her palm touched his cock, his head fell back, his breathing suddenly labored. It had been a long while since he allowed a female to touch him, and I couldn’t even begin to imagine what this moment might be like. To have someone else’s bare skin touching your most intimate part after years of denying yourself the pleasure of it. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, but still he didn’t move. He waited for Emma to make the move, to give him the green light to take what he wanted. And he wanted her. I could tell by the way her touch made his body shake. Quivering with need he had refused to be quenched.

Her hand grazed up his cock, and I could tell it took all the control he possessed not to spill right then and there. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the bead of precum gathering on his tip, and for a second, I thought he would be done. I envisioned him crumbling to the ground in front of us, his legs so weak he could no longer stand upright. But he held his ground, his large hand cupping the back of her head, the dark strands winding in his fingers.

He was struggling to breathe as her tongue worked its magic on him. I understood where his mind was at completely because I had never felt something that close to heaven until her lips were around my cock. I ran my palm over my shaft at the memory, savoring the feel of the steel beneath my fingers as I watched my best friend’s cock disappear between Emma’s lips.

His hand fisted her hair as he pulled her back. “I can’t.”

His voice was weak, almost pained as he said with those two words that he couldn’t handle her mouth on him any longer. She understood. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheek, and the foil fell to the floor, one hand gripping his base while the other rolled the condom on. He stood still, and I could tell just by the way his muscles strained that it had taken every bit of strength he had not to push her hands away and do it himself, her touch nearly unmanageable.

As if she knew the power she held over him, over us, she leaned her body back against me, opening her thighs to display her offering. His eyes went molten before he put one knee on the bed then the other. “There is no going back.”

He was letting her know the truth, but he failed to realize that we were already past that point anyway. None of us would ever be able to look at each other without images of this night flashing in our mind. Her voice was raspy as she declared, “No going back.”

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