Page 56 of Owning Emma

He grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward, spreading them wide around his hip. Placing one hand behind her he hoisted her up before flexing his hips to rub against her center. I could feel her heart rate pick up, the anticipation of taking him thrilled her and maybe . . . maybe it scared her a little as well. He was no small man, that was for sure. For someone as inexperienced as Emma, his size had to be intimidating.

But she didn’t squirm away, even as her chest began to rise and fall rapidly and that delicious shade of pink crept up her skin. I felt the moment he slipped inside her, her nails scrapped against my thigh as he slowly rocked his hip forward, then back, then forward until he was fully sheathed inside her body. He stilled, waiting for her body to relax before he moved again.

He leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder, the unruly strands brushing against my chest as he spoke in a whisper, “I’ve dreamed of this moment.”

I wasn’t sure if he meant his cock inside of her. Or if he meant the three of us in bed, our limbs intertwined. The day he stopped watching and participated, maybe? All I knew was with the rasp in his voice, the tone of desperation and awe lacing his words, I felt the same. This moment was one of dreams, and I planned to commit them, frame by fucking frame, to memory.

He pulled his head away, his eyes traveling from Emma to me and back to Emma as his hips began to move at a slow steady pace that already had her squirming and her hands grasping for the sheets, my thigh, anything to ground her. I kissed her shoulder, her neck, the shell of her ear, before moving her hair and starting all over on the other side. My hands wandered over her skin, exploring the smooth planes of her stomach, the valley between her chest, the weight of her breasts in my palm, while Shaw’s lips lapped at her nipples, his teeth grazing her skin, his rhythm not slowing.

She was wild under our touch. Her pants filled the room as she thrashed in my arms, her sweet little ass rubbing deliciously against my hard cock. I couldn’t resist the allure of it, my hips flexed against her body, my need to cum nearly shattering my control. Shaw pulled back, his eyes going to the junction where their bodies met, his breathing suddenly becoming shallow as he watched each push and pull of his cock into her body.

He growled, a sound that traveled through my body in delicious tingles right before he pulled back to rest on his haunches, his hands finding purchase between our bodies as he pulled Emma upward. Their eyes locked on each other before his rough voice issued his demand, “Ride me, Emma.”

“I-I’ve never done it before,” she admitted.

He shook his head at her. “Do it.”

I moved to my knees behind her and planted my hands on her hips before directing her what to do. She was a quick learner and was soon bouncing up and down on his cock without my help, her hips swiveling as she searched her pleasure. He threw his head back with a curse, his hips flexing into her, matching her rhythm. I scooted closer, plastering my body to her back, rubbing my hard cock between us, nearly dying at the feel of her skin against mine.

His eyes were wild, and I knew mine were practically the same. He fisted a hand in her hair to pull her face close to his, giving her a rough kiss before pulling her head back. “I’m about to lose it, Emma. You’re so fucking tight.”

She made a sound in her throat that was so fucking sexy, I was right there with him, so close to the edge that every primal part of me screamed to do it, to let myself explode and mark her skin as mine. Ours.

I met his eyes and watched his chest rise and fall. Without taking my eyes off him, I let my hand wander down Emma’s body to the junction of her thighs, spread wide by Shaw’s cock. I didn’t let myself look down, knowing the sight of them would be my undoing. My finger found her bundle of nerves, flicking it lightly and her whole body tightened, her nails finding Shaw’s shoulders and digging in.

The corner of Shaw’s mouth tilted upward, letting me know he approved, allowing me to continue teasing our girl. I flicked her clit again, her movements becoming erratic. Her ability to keep rhythm when her body was assaulted with such sensations had failed.

My finger grazed a light circle and she hissed, a half sob escaping her mouth. “It’s too much.”

Too much? Absolutely not. Not yet, anyway. My hips moved in sync with hers, as I leaned in and bit her ear, “Want me to end it?”

“God, no. Yes. No, don’t stop.” We were past the point of ever stopping and she failed to understand what I meant exactly.

Shaw on the other hand, understood. His eyelashes fluttered before holding my gaze, “Do it.”

With his words, I pressed down hard on Emma’s clit while swirling my finger in a circular motion. His hips moved upward rapidly, impaling her from within while I worked her from the outside. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as her body pitched forward to lean against Shaw’s chest.

Another nod from Shaw and I gave Emma another push, this time the scream wasn’t silent when it tore from her throat. Her whole body went rigid in my arms as her orgasm hit her. The sounds that poured out of her, words that were impossible to understand, broke the silence, and I cherished every moment of it, but it wasn’t enough to have Emma’s body broken and ruined. I wanted . . . no . . . I needed a piece of Shaw too.

Was I wrong? Probably. But being wrong didn’t stop the small part of me from wanting to take a moment for myself. From testing the waters of my likes and dislikes and exploring that pull that had me staring at Shaw when he wasn’t looking and thinking thoughts that seemed so fresh and new.

My fingers moved lower and for a moment, I swore I saw anticipation in his eyes, but he had no way of knowing. Not when his eyes refused to leave mine, while his cock continued to make Emma scream and the heat radiating off both their bodies scorched the room. My knuckle grazed his skin and he hissed. The reaction making my decision final.

I let my fingers find the base of his cock and curl around it. His eyes rolled backwards a moan slipping from his lips. I moved my hand, keeping the rhythm he had set, sliding it up and down the base of his cock as he slammed it into Emma. Less than four pumps later, his fingers were digging into Emma’s skin as he held her in place, a string of curses falling from his lips as he emptied himself inside her.

I wish I could say I was a stronger man. But, with my hand trapped between Emma and Shaw, his cock pulsing in my grip as her pleasure coated my palm, I was weak. I couldn’t stop myself as I shifted my hips against her three more times, then exploded, my cum shooting out between us and coating her back and ass, sliding down my chest.

We all stayed like that for a while, our knees burning as we struggled to breathe. When it was clear that neither Emma nor I were going to move, Shaw wrapped an arm around Emma and tilted her body to the side, forcing everyone to collapse sideways as our limbs became tangled and our bodies one.

They were drifting off to sleep, their bodies relaxed in post orgasm bliss and I wanted to join them. I wanted to fall into this peace that gripped them and pulled them under, but the worry hadn’t left me. The fear for both, for the harm we could all face, scratched at me from the inside.

I wrapped my hand around Emma’s stomach, loving the way her pale skin streaked with the black soot we never got a chance to wash off ours. She rolled into my touch, Shaw following her before he sleepily put his calf over mine. I closed my eyes and let the steady sound of their breathing lull me to sleep.

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