Page 52 of Whispers and Warriors
Emma knew she needed this, craved the control and the closeness in equal measure. With each stroke, each soft gasp drawn from her lovers’ lips, the rope of helplessness loosened and her fear slipped further away. This was her choice, her affirmation. She would wash away every horrid touch with ones from her men if they would have her at this hour after everything they’d been through.
Chris stirred first, his hips twitching as consciousness slowly claimed him. Emma turned to watch him wake, transfixed, as his eyelids fluttered open, confusion giving way to dawning realization. A soft groan escaped him, a sound of pure pleasure that sent a shockwave straight to Emma’s core.
“Em...what are you...oh God...” Chris rasped, his voice rough with sleep and awakening desire as his hips moved in her hand.
His eyes locked onto hers, dark with need, yet alight with an adoration that stole her breath. Emma held his gaze, a small, seductive smile playing about her lips as she continued her ministrations. In that moment, no words were necessary. The love and connection between them was a palpable force, transcending the need for speech.
Chris reached for her then, one large hand coming up to cradle her cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly across her bottom lip. The gesture was impossibly sweet, a silent acknowledgment of the gift she was giving him, the trust and vulnerability she was willingly placing in his hands.
Emma leaned into his touch, her heart swelling with the certainty that this was exactly where she was meant to be. In the shelter of their love, she had found her home, her sanctuary, her reason to keep fighting. And as she lost herself in the depths of Chris’ eyes, in the blissful surrender they would all eventually steal.
As if in response to her very thought, a soft groan sounded to her left just across the room on a bottom bunk, and she glancedover to see Liam’s chest heaving with his labored breaths. His bright blue eyes were glossy with lust and adoration as they met hers, and Emma’s heart skipped a beat.
She hadn’t realized he’d woken, but now she wanted to speed things along and wake them all if Chris and Liam’s responses were an indication of how they’d all respond despite their tiredness.
With a low growl, Liam freed one hand from the sheets and began to stroke himself in time with the rhythm of her hands, his bicep flexing with the effort. His gaze never once left hers, the connection between them scorching hot, white hot like a brand searing their love into her very bones.
A strangled gasp tore free as the rest of Emma’s breath caught in her throat, her body responding with shock waves of pleasure dancing through her and no one had touched her.
Yet.
Bash stirred beside her, his calloused hand quickly coming to wrap around her hand, quickening the pace of her stokes along his cock. She gasped at the added sensation, her own arousal spiking as Bash guided her hand over his thick shaft. His touch was electric, igniting sparks that danced along her nerve endings and pooled in her core.
But even as she reveled in the delicious friction against Bash’s cock, Emma found herself unable to tear her gaze away from Liam. He reclined on the bottom bunk across the room, his hand moving over his own impressive length in perfect synchronicity with her ministrations. The sight of him pleasuring himself while watching her with such raw, unfiltered desire made Emma’s breath hitch and her thighs clench with need.
“This is one hell of a good morning,” Chris nearly hissed beside her, his hips thrusting against her strokes.
“I thought we could all use it,” her laugh was dry and throaty, riddled with the lust rushing through her.
Liam’s blue eyes seemed to darken as they bored into hers, the intensity of his stare piercing through her like arrows of lust. In those cerulean depths, Emma could see every ounce of love and longing he harbored for her, mixed with an almost desperate hunger to claim her, to worship her body until she shattered in his arms.
A whimper escaped Emma’s lips as she imagined Liam’s hands on her, his fingers dipping into her slick folds while his mouth closed around her aching nipples. She could almost feel the scrape of his stubble against her sensitive skin, hear his deep groans of satisfaction as he buried himself inside her welcoming heat.
The fantasy made Emma’s core throb with want, her hips undulating of their own accord as if seeking friction. She was beyond aroused now, her body humming with a near-painful need for more - more touch, more sensation, more of her men surrounding her and loving her until the rest of the world fell away.
As if sensing her desperation, Bash’s free hand slid down Emma’s side, his touch searing a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “I’m not coming like this, but it’s not time to stop,” he whispered in her ear, pulling a whimper past her lips.
Chris, now fully awake, leaned in to capture the sound of her oncoming cry with his lips. He kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth to stroke against hers in a sensual dance. Emma melted into the kiss, the taste and feel of Chris heightening her desire to a fever pitch. His hand tangled in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss as he swallowed her whimpers and sighs of pleasure.
Lost in a haze of sensation, Emma almost forgot her original plan. But she was determined to have all her men, to bind themtogether in the blissful communion of their bodies. Reluctantly breaking the kiss with Chris, she called out.
“William, Alex…it’s time to wake up, please.” The worse were barely audible as Liam bit his lower lip and started to stroke himself faster, stealing her ability to focus.
Emma’s heart raced as Liam stood from the bunk, his muscular frame moving with feline grace. His cock jutted out proudly, thick and hard, a tantalizing promise of the pleasure to come. He circled around to the head of the bed, his heated gaze never leaving hers. The intensity in his blue eyes stole her breath, conveying a depth of desire that matched her own fervent need.
Shifting her position, Emma tucked her legs beneath her, sitting back on her heels between Chris and Bash. The new angle allowed her to continue stroking their cocks with greater ease, her hands gliding along their lengths in a steady rhythm. She reveled in the weight and heat of them against her palms, each twitch and throb sending jolts of arousal through her body.
As Liam reached the head of the bed, Emma leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in anticipation. His musky scent filled her nostrils, heady and intoxicating, urging her on. Maintaining eye contact, she parted her lips and took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip.
Liam groaned, low and guttural, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head. “Fuck, Em...your mouth feels incredible,” he rasped, his fingers threading through her hair.
The praise sent a shiver down Emma’s spine, spurring her to take him deeper. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she bobbed her head, taking more of his length into the wet heat of her mouth. The dual sensations of Liam’s cock sliding past her lips and Chris and Bash’s pulsing in her hands was dizzying, a delicious overload that had her core clenching with need.
Emma lost herself in the moment, in the power of bringing her men such pleasure. Each moan, each whispered word of encouragement fueled the fire within her, stoking the flames of her own desire. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, her body aching to be filled and claimed by her lovers.
As she worked Liam with her mouth, Emma quickened the pace of her hands on Chris and Bash. She twisted her wrists on the upstroke, adding a delicious friction that had them bucking into her grasp. Their groans mingled with Liam’s, a symphony of masculine pleasure that made her heart sing.
“Look at you, our beautiful Em, taking care of us so well,” Chris praised, his voice strained with arousal. His hand joined Liam’s in her hair, the two of them gently guiding her movements as she pleasured Liam.
