Page 224 of There's No Us Without You
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Go on.” Will nods to his dick. “It’s yours, baby.”
Careful not to hurt Em, I lean forward, pressing my shins onto the cushion of the couch on either side of Emerson’s thighs. The change in angle has me moaning, while Emerson grips my hips tighter as he grunts through each thrust.
“Goddamn you feel so . . . good.”
Realising I need help, Will steps closer, and grabs a handful of my hair, twisting it around his long fingers. I wrap my mouth around the head of his penis and sink down as far as I can go. His piercings are cold against my warm tongue as I slide over them, giving each one a little attention before going further and coming back up again.
Will hisses, fisting my hair tighter. “That’s a girl, take all of it.”
I can’t take all of it—it’s not physically possible—so I wrap my hand around the base and slide it up and down in time with my mouth. Saliva spills over my fingers, and I use that to my advantage, my strokes getting faster when Emerson picks up his pace as he works my pussy.
I’m not going to last much longer if he keeps this up, and I squirm on his lap, letting him know I’m close.
He chuckles and slaps my arse. “I can feel that sweet pussy tightening around me, Pop-Tart.”
“Don’t you dare come, Eden. You will wait until I’m inside you, understand?” Will pulls my head back by my hair, saliva spilling down my chin at the abrupt movement.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
He smirks and presses his knees into the front of the cushions. “Good. Now lean back on Emerson’s chest again and lift up for me.”
I swallow hard. Is he even going to fit inside me?
“Relax, baby,” Emerson says, rubbing my abdomen. “We’ll go slow, okay?”
I nod against his chest. They won’t hurt me, I know that much, and if Will thinks I’m ready, then I guess I’m ready.
Will spits onto his dick and mixes his saliva with mine, stroking himself until he’s completely lubed up. Emerson shuffles a little further down the couch so Will has better access, the position now allowing me to lie almost completely flat on Emerson’s chest.
On a deep breath, Will kneels between Emerson’s legs and positions himself, while he circles my clit with his thumb. “Relax. If at any time it’s too painful, remember your safe word.”
I nod quickly, gripping the cushions now fisted in my hands.
With a gentle nudge Will pushes the head of his dick inside me, the pressure not at all what I expected. It burns for a moment, and I breathe through the slight sting until it’s replaced seconds later with the most exquisite feeling of fullness I’ve ever had.
Emerson grunts, then his breathing increases in time with mine. I squeeze my eyes shut and relax my body, allowing Will to push in further.
The pace is desperately slow, each little thrust of Will’s hips allowing him to push in further.
“Shit.” Emerson grabs Will’s hip. “Those piercings—fuck! So . . . damn . . . good.”
Will braces himself on the back of the couch. “You like feeling my dick against yours, Emerson? It’s like we’re made to be inside Eden at the same time.”
Warm breath fans across the side of my face when Emerson groans. “Fucking hell. I’m going to come if you keep talking like that.”
Will grips his right thigh. “Not yet, baby. You’ll come when I say you can.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t hold it any longer, my orgasm building so fast I won’t be able to stop it even if I try. “Will, please. I... can’t.”
“Good girl.” Will strokes my cheek. “You’ve been so good for us. Should we let her come, Emerson?”
“Yes fucking please.” Emerson grunts out the words.
Will hums his approval. “Go on, baby. Let go for us, Sunshine.”
Those words are my undoing, and I do just that, my entire weight falling onto Emerson’s chest as my vision goes black, the pulsing between my legs so intense I’m shaking uncontrollably.
