Page 3 of Echos and Empires
The warm water crashed down over her shoulders, somehow enhancing the already skilled assault from Bash. Lost in a haze of renewed arousal, it took Emma a moment to register the feel of another body crowding in behind her, the hard line of an erection nestling between her ass cheeks.
Hands snaked around and massaged her breasts, the firm attentive grip telling her who just who had joined them.
Liam.
Emma trembled, her body overwhelmed by sensation as Bash continued his relentless ministrations between her thighs and Liam rubbed teasingly against her rear entrance as his hands pinched and rolled her nipples.
Bash rose, crushing his mouth to hers in a kiss that let her taste herself on his tongue. Strong hands gripped her hips as he lifted her, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist.She cried out as Bash’s thick length sank into her body, her head falling back against Liam’s shoulder.
“See, you’re ready,” Bash growled against her lips, hips snapping in sharp thrusts that had her seeing stars.
Liam’s hand snaked around to toy with her clit, sending sparks skittering under her skin. “Think you can take both of us, Em?” he purred in her ear, always the considerate one of the five and the last person who ever needed to ask her a damn thing.
“Please,” she whimpered, too far gone to feel shame at how wrecked she sounded, how desperately she craved them.
Liam’s clever fingers worked her from the front while he ground against her rear. Then slowly, carefully, he began to press forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle. Emma hissed, tears of hot pleasure springing to her eyes as he stretched her deliciously. Bash gentled his thrusts as Liam moved, letting her adjust to the feeling of fullness as Liam worked himself in inch by inch.
By the time Liam bottomed out, she thought she might fly apart at the seams from the intensity. Her men set a slow, rolling rhythm—Bash withdrawing as Liam surged forward, an erotic push-and-pull that built the coiled tension in her core to a fever pitch.
“Close,” Bash panted harshly against the shell of her ear, his thrusts turning erratic.
Her inner muscles clamped down like a vise, sending both men tumbling after her with matching groans. She shuddered through the aftershocks, sandwiched between their heaving chests as they softened inside her.
Bash pressed a tender kiss to her temple before carefully withdrawing. Liam followed suit a moment later, strong hands steadying her as he lowered her feet to the tile floor, not shutting off the water and letting it crash over her.
Emma stepped out of the shower on trembling legs, her skin flushed and glistening with droplets of water. She wasn’t even certain how she could stand, but she was. Liam gazed at her with a warm smile, his bright blue eyes twinkling with affection and desire. He reached up to take her hands, guiding her unsteady form to straddle his hips as he lay stretched out on the plush bathroom rug.
Long fingers gripped into her waist, calluses digging slightly into her skin.
A shaky sigh escaped Emma’s lips as she sank down onto Liam’s thick length. He filled and stretched her so perfectly, stoking the embers of her recent climax back into a smoldering flame. Bracing her palms against the firm planes of his chest, she began to rock and grind, relishing the delicious friction.
Movement caught her attention, only to show William standing at the shower door, his cock erect and dripping with a bead of cum. He stood, slowly stroking his thick erection as his heated gaze raked over her naked form. “You know, one of these days I’m going to get tired of going last,” he drawled, a wicked smirk curling his lips.
He thrust up to meet her movements, driving himself deeper, hitting that secret spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. Unbridled moans of ecstasy poured from her mouth and echoed off the tiled walls.
Emma gazed down at Liam through heavy-lidded eyes, taking in the captivating sight of his chiseled features etched with pleasure. His damp hair clung to his forehead and his full lips were parted with panting breaths. He was so beautiful in his rapture, and knowing she affected him this way only heightened her own bliss.
Steps echoed as William moved toward them, standing just in between Liam’s spread legs to line himself up with her rear entrance. He leaned over her, chest pressing to her back, tomurmur lowly in her ear, “You amaze me how you can take us all, but I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Then William was pushing forward, twin groans mingling as he slammed in, seating himself balls deep with a swiftness she was not used to from Liam. Emma whimpered, head lolling back against his shoulder as her body struggled to accommodate the dual invasion so soon. But then William drew back to snap his hips sharply forward, sending Liam’s cock glancing off that perfect spot, and her world narrowed to pure sensation.
They moved together in perfect syncopation—William drilling into her from behind while Liam surged up to meet her downward grind. The obscene slap of flesh against flesh echoed in the air, punctuated by their harsh panting and wanton moans. Liam’s fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise as he pistoned into her soaked heat. William’s teeth scraped the sensitive column of the left side of her throat, one hand reaching to pluck at a pebbled nipple.
The stimulation was too much, tension coiled tighter and tighter in her core until it finally snapped. Emma came with a broken sob, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing through her. Her fluttering walls triggered the men’s completion, and she distantly registered the rush of warmth as they spilled themselves deep inside her.
Boneless and sated, Emma collapsed against Liam’s chest as William gingerly withdrew. He stretched out beside them, muscled arm draping over her waist. Liam carded gentle fingers through her tangled curls.
“So perfect,” Liam whispered, lifting her off his cock to roll her against him.
As her breathing gradually slowed, Emma’s mind wandered to the worries she’d been shoving determinedly aside. Liam had been tense and distracted lately, spending long hours pouring over old maps and documents he refused to let anyone elsesee. He’d barely spent time with her, and she knew he needed this nearly as much as she had. She knew him well enough to recognize the signs—he’d found something, or thought he had, and it was eating at him. Especially when paired with what they’d over heard two months ago—even if nothing had gone wrong yet.
The soft rasp of Liam’s voice pulled her from her reverie. “You’re thinking too loud again, Em.”
Emma tilted her head to meet his knowing gaze. “Just wondering what’s got you so preoccupied these days. Are you ever going to tell me what you found?”
Liam sighed, his breath ruffling her hair. “It’s probably nothing. Just a hunch I need to check out before I get everyone’s hopes up.”
She frowned at the evasion but let it drop for now. Liam was stubborn as a mule when he wanted to be, and pushing would only make him dig his heels in harder. He’d come to her when he was ready.
