Page 21 of Four Firemen For Christmas

“I think that’s a no.” His fingers left my clit and he grabbed hold of my hips. “We could share. As long as Emma is happy, and you treat her with respect, I wouldn’t mind.”

Shock rippled up my spine at the words. I’d never been shared before either. What would that be like? I locked eyes with Samuel. Heat pooled in his dark eyes, and I couldn’t look anywhere else. A bulge in his pants said he was turned on. I didn’t know if it was because of me or just because he had live action porn playing out before his eyes.

Was this my chance to be more sexually adventurous? The sudden desire to have Samuel’s cock in my mouth while Derek fucked me tightened my pussy into a vise.

“Fuck.” Derek groaned. “What’s going on in that mind of yours, Emma?” He thrust slow and deep. “Are you thinking about getting shared?”

My core tightened again. Samuel rubbed a hand over his crotch, outlining his erection. Fuck me. He might be bigger than Derek.

“Oh, she likes that.” Derek leaned over my back and framed my body with his. “Your pussy is so tight it’s begging me to come. But you have to go first, baby. I told you I want to hear you scream.” His hips pistoned, his entire body flexing with the move, and I felt every inch of him dragging through me. He planted one foot on the couch and lifted my leg over his arm, adjusting the angle until his thrusts went so deep I lost my mind.

Pleasure exploded throughout my body, and I bit back a cry from the burst.

Derek clucked his tongue. “You’re holding back.” He settled into a steady rhythm that built the orgasm into a fierce, clawing need that pulsed at the base of my neck until my scalp tingled.

He demanded that I let go of my inhibitions and give him what he wanted. He’d been right about everything so far. What did I lose if I gave him this too?

“Fuck me, Derek. Oh God.” I needed more of something, but I didn’t know what. The edge was right there, waiting for me to tip over. “I can’t…” I ground my teeth and reached for the orgasm. It was so close. So fucking close and yet out of reach.

“I got you.” Derek sped up. “Let go, baby. Let it all go. You’re safe with us. You’re so damned beautiful. His fingers grazed my neck, and he grabbed my boob with one hand and fingered my clit with the other. “Shatter for me.”

“Go ahead, Emma.” Samuel’s gravely voice reached across the room and wrapped me in heat.

“That’s it,” Derek crooned. “Take what you need. Ride it until you fall apart.”

I realized I was bucking over his cock like an animal and I didn’t give a fuck. He gave me so much pleasure, how could I stand more?

Alex made a noise in the back of his throat. He wrenched his hands from his pockets and draped them over the top of his head. A slow breath ran out of him, and I couldn’t tell if he wanted to leave or be next in line.

The orgasm hit with a suddenness that yanked a scream from my throat before I could muffle the sound. I hung onto the back of the couch, my body shaking and falling apart.

“That’s my girl.” Derek’s back arched and the shift in angle drove another orgasm up and over me in a cresting wave. “Damn that feels good. I don’t want to stop. You’re making me come, Emma.”

I jerked my head up to watch him in the mirror. His eyes were already there, watching us. Samuel and Alex stood just within sight, their reflections shining back in the glass. Alex’s jaw was locked down, the muscle there jumping like a heartbeat. But he stayed. That had to mean something.

Derek grimaced and bared his teeth in a victorious smile. His cock pulsed inside me, spilling his cum in my depths. My pussy tightened again, milking him dry. His shoulders shook and he rocked his hips a few more times before bracing his hands on the back of the couch.

His chest pressed into my spine, his breaths coming out in ragged bursts. Sweat slicked our skin, and I’d never felt more satisfied.

I couldn’t believe I’d had sex with Derek, much less in front of Samuel and Alex. The two firefighters continued to watch me and Derek. I waited with a sense of breathless anticipation. Would one of them want to go next? What did sharing mean? Had they done it before? That question brought me up short.

Did I want to be passed around between these men? Yes. The answer came sure and swift. This was my chance to bypass the old, boring Emma and enjoy something new and exciting.

Sex had never been like this before. It was overwhelming but in the kind of way that excited me and made me want more.

“I thought you were staying at the firehouse?” Derek directed his question at Alex while pulling out of me.

Samuel retreated to another room and came back seconds later with a towel that he passed to Derek.

“Needed to come home and get clean clothes.” Alex’s voice sounded strangled like he couldn’t remember how to talk. “Didn’t think to call first and make sure you weren’t fucking someone on the couch.”

I should probably feel ashamed, but I was too satisfied.

Derek barked out a laugh. “You were the one who stayed and watched. Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy the show.”

He was right. No one made Alex stay. He could have walked away at any point, but he watched.

Derek used the warm towel to clean me up and then himself. He nodded his thanks to Samuel, who barely noticed.

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