Page 140 of There's No Us Without You
Doing as I’m told, I sit back on my heels and wait for the next set of instructions.
Why does this feel so natural?
Pleasing him.
Obeying him.
Giving myself over to him in the most intimate way possible.
Caressing my cheek, he tilts his head as though he’s inspecting every inch of my face and body. “Fucking beautiful,” he says, and pats his thigh. “Climb up here.”
Now I know what it’s like to be kissed by Will, and my body is aching for him to do it again, so I climb onto his lap as he shifts lower to accommodate our position.
With one hand, Will grips the back of my neck and pulls me down until our lips meet. I use all my strength not to collapse onto his chest when his tongue parts my lips and finds mine for the second time tonight.
I instinctively grind my hips at an agonisingly slow but forceful pace, letting him know just how much I want him while moaning into his mouth. His dick grows hard between my legs, allowing me just enough friction to satisfy that itch he left me with moments ago.
Our kiss only lasts a few seconds before Will flips me around, my back now pressed to his chest.
My focus darts to Emerson, eyes burning, his tented shorts drawing my attention.
I want his cock inside me.
Need it, even.
My breathing increases from the amount of effort it’s taking to keep from touching myself.
I swear I could come just from the way Emerson is looking at me.
Will presses his mouth to my ear and spreads his thighs further apart, pulling mine open in the process. “I’m going to make you come now, and Emerson is going to watch. Do you understand?”
Oh god.
I nod as a small whimper leaves my lips.
“Words, baby.” Will kisses my neck. “You need to tell me, so I know you agree.”
“Yes,” I pant out. “Please make me come.”
“Good girl. Now stand up and take your tights off. Underwear too.”
“What?” My eyes are wide as I glance over my shoulder at Will. “I... I can’t.”
It’s one thing to have him kiss me, and Emersonhasseen me half naked, but this feels so much more... intimate.
“Yes, you can,” Will says, holding my gaze, eyes softening and full of so much emotion. “Trust me?”
Trust him?
If he can learn to trust me again, then I suppose I can trust him with my body. Nothing about the way he’s looking at me tells me he’ll hurt me, so I take a deep breath and stand to push my pants and underwear down my thighs, letting them fall to the floor.
I want this. I want to move past my insecurities. I’ve been told my whole life that if I lost a little weight, I’d have so many more options. But being with these two is making me see I don’t need to be a size eight to feel good in my own skin.
“Turn around, Pop-Tart,” Emerson says, fisting his erection through his shorts. “I want to see that arse.”
Licking my dry lips, I turn to face Will again while fighting the urge to cover myself.
A groan comes from behind me. “Now bend over so I can see that pretty pussy.”
