Page 256 of There's No Us Without You
I’m quick to scramble towards the door. Just not quick enough. In mere moments, I’m wrapped in two strong arms and hauled against a hard chest. He may as well be a brick wall—all the air is pushed from my lungs.
“I don’t think so,” the stockier of the two says as he shoves his hand down the front of my underwear, his warm breath tickling against my ear, while he swirls his middle finger around my clit.
My head falls back against his shoulder on a whimper, and I close my eyes.
My legs shake as my traitorous body overtakes the fear and I want nothing more than to fall apart under this man’s expert fingers.
But before I can lose myself further, I’m thrown back on the bed.
“Are you going to behave?” the man says, pushing a knee between my legs and grabbing my cheeks with one hand.
Just to add to the tension, I spit in his face. “Fuck you.”
This only amuses him, a slow smirk lifting his lips as he wipes my spit from his mask with his thumb and places it into his mouth to suck it clean.
“That’s fine,” he says, standing to remove the black fabric from his face and revealing himself—Will. “We can do it the hard way.” He nods at the taller one—Emerson. “Restrain her.”
My eyes widen. “Wait. I’m sorry, please. I’ll behave, I promise.”
The men glance at each other, and Emerson removes his mask and shakes out his curls. “Too late.” He grabs my ankles again and buckles the cuffs attached to the end of Will’s bed around them.
There’s no way to escape, even if I wanted to.
My wrists are next to be shackled, so I’m literally a starfish on Will’s bed as they both hulk over me.
A tear slips down the side of my face, leaving a cold streak in its path.
I’m not scared, and I don’t even know why I’m crying. This is my fantasy, and so far, it’s been more than I could have imagined, the boys playing their roles perfectly. The fact they would do this for me sends my heart flying. But I know it’s not just for me. This is for them as well, our way of connecting on the deepest level of trust there is—something we need right now.
Emerson kneels beside the bed, his face a mask of grinning terror. “Are you scared, little lamb?” He grabs one of my breasts and kneads it, giving my nipple a slight pinch.
I shake my head, not letting my eyes drift from his. “No.”
“Liar,” he says, and climbs to his feet again.
I don’t have time to let his words sink in before my underwear is ripped from my body, and I’m left naked on the bed. Emerson undoes his pants and pushes them down his muscular legs. The scar from his surgery is still fresh and pink.
“Open your mouth,” he says, climbing onto the bed to kneel by my face.
I shake my head and turn away from him, but he yanks it back by grabbing my face, pressing my cheeks painfully against my back teeth and forcing my lips to part.
“You will suck my dick, and you’ll fucking like it. Do you understand?”
Holy fuck. Emerson never talks like that in the bedroom, and even though I’m used to Will doing it, something about Emerson saying it sends my pussy throbbing.
Will growls. “She likes that, don’t you? You like it when Emerson tells you to suck his dick.”
With one hand still gripping my face, Emerson leans over me, keeping himself upright with his free hand and then presses the head of his cock to my lips. I’m tempted to bite into it, but I want it so much, and trying not to break my character is killing me.
“Suck it,” he says, gripping my hair at the back of my head and shoving himself all the way in, not caring when my teeth scrape along his shaft. He hits the back of my throat and grunts. Then he proceeds to fuck my mouth, his grip on my hair tightening.
Every time he hits the back of my throat, I gag, saliva now pooling in my mouth and spilling out the side of my lips and down my cheek.
I’m so focused on trying not to choke to death on Emerson’s penis that I don’t notice Will has crawled between my legs until he’s inserting his fingers inside me and flattening his tongue over my clit.
I cry out, almost biting down on Emerson’s dick, and lift my hips, pulling on the shackles that have me locked in place.
“Fuck,” Emerson says through heavy breaths. “Do that again.”
