Page 37 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

“You both do.” Emerson strips out of his clothes. “Get on your back,” he tells Cy.

Cy smirks and does what he’s told.

“Get on top of him.” Emerson yanks Cy’s pants the rest of the way off.

“This is my favorite place in the world.” Cy’s hand cups my cheek as he pulls me down for a long, sweet kiss. The way that he looks at me, touches me, makes me feel so cherished.

I sink into the kiss, completely focused on the connection between us, so when I feel Emerson’s hot tongue glide between my wet folds, a surprised jolt of pleasure runs through me. Cy moans into my mouth, so I can only assume Emerson is stroking him at the same time his mouth is on me.

Just as I near yet another orgasm, Emerson moves away from my center. He widens my thighs and pushes Cy’s legs further apart. Cy reaches down and runs the tip of his cock back and forth along my slit, making sure to drag his piercing over my throbbing clit.

“I’m going to watch you take him,” Emerson whispers in my ear. “And then you’re going to feel him erupt inside you when I take his ass. Is that okay, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” I can barely answer without whimpering as Cy positions himself at my entrance and Emerson wraps his hands around my waist, guiding me down on top of him.

“How does she feel?” he asks Cy.

“Heaven.” Veins throb in Cy’s neck as he answers through gritted teeth. “She feels like fucking heaven.”

Emerson’s hands leave my waist, and I hear the top of a cap opening. I lean forward to grind my clit against him while my hips rock back and forth, guiding me up and down Cy’s length. His lips part as he watches me with heavily lidded eyes. I feel the head of Emerson at my back again as he presses me down against Cy’s chest.

Cy’s hands move to my ass cheeks, spreading them apart while his fingers trace the ring of muscle around my hole. He swears as Emerson enters him, his entire body tensing beneath me. I can’t reach his lips, so I press mine to his chest instead.My tongue flicks out over his nipple piercing, and he yelps in surprise.

Soon they find a steady rhythm that’s good for all three of us and begin to move in sync. Pleasure courses through my veins as another orgasm builds. Their strained breaths and moans only turn me on even more. I don’t want to be the first to come, but I can’t hold it back. The orgasm crashes over me in the most beautifully intense wave I’ve experienced.

My nails dig into Cy’s chest as he kisses Emerson. I feel his cock surge and twitch inside me as he quickly joins me in pleasure. Thick ropes of cum fill me as he finishes with a shout.

Emerson straightens and pulls me up until my back is flush against his. I can feel every thrust he gives Cy while his fingers cup my breasts. My head falls back when his fingers trail down my stomach and to the mess between my thighs. Cy’s cock is still half hard and buried inside me. Emerson swirls his fingers over my clit, enough to make pleasure start to build inside me again.

“Fuck I wish I could fill you both at the same time,” Emerson growls over my shoulder.

Cy and I both gasp when he slides his fingers inside me. He pumps them in and out on either side of Cy’s cock. The sound of wet thrusts and moans fill the room.

“Give me more,” he commands. “Let me have one more orgasm from you both.”

Cy’s cock jerks inside me.

“That’s right, Cy. Be a good boy for me. Help me get our girl off again.”

Cy’s fingers find my sensitive nub. It’s so good, it almost hurts. But only in the way that you know what you’re doing is the exact right thing even though no one would ever understand. The three of us crash over the edge one last time before falling onto the bed in a tangle of naked, sweaty limbs.

“You guys have to leave.Take your testosterone and go somewhere else in the house. It’s a girls’ night.” Saylor pushes Emerson toward the door.

“We can’t leave her unprotected.” Declan crosses his arms and scowls at Lou as she attempts to move him along.

“Don’t you have multiple forms of alarms here? We’ll turn them all on,” Emilia says. “All we’re going to do is eat and gossip.”

“I like eating and gossiping.” To prove his point Cy pulls some fries out of the brown paper fast food bag on the counter.

“Those are mine.” I try to sound stern, but I can’t help but smile at him as I pull the bag away from him. “Can you guys just go hang out in the gym for a few hours? Then you’ll still be close, but we’ll have some guy free time.”

“You guys hog her all the time,” Saylor says. “It’s our turn.”

“Because we’re keeping her safe.” Declan’s scowl deepens.

“Honestly Lou is scarier than the three of you combined.” Saylor looks at Cy. “Maybe not you.”

He winks at her in reply and then pushes Declan and Emerson toward the mudroom. “We’ll give you two hours.”

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