Page 223 of There's No Us Without You
Emerson lifts his hips, biting onto his bottom lip so hard I’m sure he’s going to draw blood. His bare chest rises and falls quickly, his reaction to seeing me naked so much more obvious than Will’s reaction.
The only giveaway Will is losing his restraint is the clenching of his jaw.
Next, I hook my thumbs into the elastic of my underwear and then shove them down my thighs, letting them pool at my feet before I kick them away.
I want to cover myself—a normal reaction to being completely exposed in front of two gorgeous men—but I don’t. Instead, I get onto my knees in front of Will as he asked.
He leans forward and hooks a finger under my chin to tilt it up. “Beautiful,” he says. “We’re going to try something, but I need you both to consent.”
Emerson raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. “It doesn’t involve blood, does it?”
Will side-eyes him. “As long as you behave yourself, it won’t.”
Jesus. What the hell has Will got planned?
Emerson wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Better behave yourself then, Pop-Tart.”
“Lucky you’re injured,” Will says, nodding to the floor in front of him. “Or you’d be on your knees right now, too, with that smart mouth of yours.”
All Will gets is an eye roll while Em squeezes his lips together, the hint of a smile tugging the corners of his mouth.
And Will callsmea brat.
“Stand.” I’m pulled up by the waist, my pussy now dangerously close to one of the faces I’d like to sit on. “Climb onto Emerson’s lap, beautiful, and face the front with your legs on either side of his thighs.”
I do as I’m told, straddling Emerson’s hips, my arse pressed against his erection through his shorts. Strong hands grip my waist, the warmth of them heating my exposed skin. Emerson jolts his hips a little, teasing me.
I lean back and turn my head to press my lips to his, while he trails his fingers up my ribcage to cup my heavy breasts, kneading and pinching my nipples. He captures my moan in akiss, his tongue sliding along the seam of my parted lips before dipping into my mouth slowly, as though he’s fucking me.
The couch dips beside us before Will tugs on my chin, breaking my kiss with Emerson. “I want to see that beautiful pussy slide onto Emerson’s cock, then mine.” He pauses. “At the same time.”
Wait. What?
My eyes widen, and I break my connection with Emerson’s mouth to whip my head in Will’s direction. I open my mouth to... I don’t know—protest? Of course I want to, but having them both inside me at the same time—will they even fit?
“Fuck, I consent to that.” Emerson groans and lifts his hips slightly to shove his shorts down his thighs.
Will gives my chin a quick squeeze. “Words, baby.”
I swallow hard, and the thought of disappointing them if I say no lingers at the forefront of my brain. I can use my safe words. Will told me once I say the word, it all stops, no judgement.
“Okay,” I say, placing a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist.
Emerson positions himself between my legs and circles my clit with his thumb. All the hesitation from moments ago disappears, and I throw my head back on a gasp, hitting his collarbone. He grunts when I lower myself slowly onto his dick, and he grabs my hip, digging his fingers into my flesh.
“You feel so good wrapped around me, Eden,” he says against my cheek. “So fucking good.”
Teeth graze over my skin when he nips at my earlobe, his warm breath sending goosebumps erupting everywhere.
I’ve never felt so wanted, so cherished—so loved—in my entire life and I want to show them I can be everything they need.
My senses are already so overwhelmed—Emerson inside me, his thumb circling my clit, his mouth on my skin—so when Willstands and strips his clothes off, I almost let go completely. With Emerson’s injured leg still resting on the table, I’ve been careful not to put all my weight onto his thighs, and my arms are shaking.
“Fuck,” Emerson says, reaching for Will. “I want to feel you against me.”
Will takes his hand and climbs over Emerson’s leg, positioning himself so he’s standing right in front of me. I lick my lips, wanting to taste the pre-cum leaking from the head of Will’s penis.
“You want this?” Will eyes me, lips slightly parted as he fists himself.
