Page 10 of Finding Her Sweet Spots

I inwardly groan in frustration, imagining her shoving a big dildo into herself. There have been so many nights that we’ve said goodbye at the end of working together where all I wanted to do was pull her in for a kiss, grab her by the waist, and take her against a library bookshelf. My body has been screaming for her. I wonder how much her body has been screaming back and how many times she thought about us when she touched herself over the past two years.

“Let’s do it,” my voice sounds lower and menacing than I mean it to. “Communicate what you want to us and we’ll do it. It will be your first test of concept, but also this way we won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Emily taps her foot nervously, considering. I stop myself from getting on my damn knees and begging.

“Okay, but it only works if we establish an end date. I need to start raising capital in April and I need full concentration when I start.” She looks at us expectingly.

I hate the idea of an end date. It feels so unnatural.

I look to Deacon and Graham. We each know it’s the only way we’re winning this battle.

“Fine, if that’s really what you want. This ends at the end of March, then.” I concede.

“It is what I want.” She nods. “All in agreement?”

We nod, clearly not loving the idea of it ending, but fucking ecstatic about the rest.

“And when would we start?” She asks. The fear I sensed earlier is gone and replaced with that same determination she has when working on a particularly difficult project.

I don’t want her to slip out of our hands. If she walks out that door, she might put the Great Wall of Emily back up again.

“It’s only right that we have you for the first time right here in the study room, you little nerd.” Deacon smiles wickedly. I look up to see how Emily reacts and I’m relieved to see that it’s echoed with excitement in her eyes.

“Oh god,” she says as a flush crawls from her cheeks down her chest between the opening of her button-up shirt. Her whole body is already on fire and we’ve barely gotten started. She breathes out as if she’s climbing a mountain and nervously shakes her hands outward to collect herself. “Okay, I’ve got to get it together. If I’m going to be starting an entire business about sex, then I should be able to do the bare minimum and talk to you guys about the, ugh, possibility.”

“I’d say it’s more of a sure thing.” Deacon winks at her.

She takes another deep breath. I love how much we’re working her up without laying a hand on her. “Okay, well, for research purposes, maybe we could exchange things we might be into, want to try, or want to stay away from.”

“Ugh, well,” Deacon starts. “We’ve made it clear we want to have sex with you, right? In case we haven’t, I’d really fucking like to put my penis in your vagina.”

This gets an exasperated laugh from Emily. “Yeah, okay, good starting point. I should be more specific, though.” She looks up at the ceiling, her thinking face. “Well, for example, the other night when I was with you, my body did things I didn’t even know it could do.”

“You came so hard that you squirted and made me practically die right then and there from being so fucking turned on.” Graham fills in helpfully.

“Ugh, yeah that.” She looks everywhere in the room but at him. “I’ve never done that before. Is that a thing that you like to make women do? Are you into that?” She’s addressing Deacon now, who was the one who made it happen. I brush away the ping of jealousy I have that he made her body do that before I did. Because I sure as hell plan to do the same.

Deacon shrugs. “I was afraid it would be the only chance I ever got to make you come, so I put my heart and soul into it, to make sure you come back to me begging for more.” He cocks his eyebrow. “Instead, a damn paper got you back here.”

Emily smiles. I’m glad she’s relaxing a little.

“So you’re asking us if we have any kinks?” I offer. It’s not that I don’t respect the process, I do. But my cock is also fucking starving for her. My kinkisher. And I don’t know how to explain that without making her run away.

“That,” she nods. “Or something specific you’d like to try. Something that maybe you might enjoy that you’ve never tried.”

The only thing I can think of right now that I’ve never tried is burying my cock deep into her pussy and hearing her moan my name. But I stay quiet. In fact, for a record amount of time, all three of us aren’t saying anything.

“Okay,” she nods. “This is why I’m testing this approach out. It clearly needs tweaking.”

She taps her thumb against her thigh, a tic of hers that I’ve seen a million times when she’s trying to solve a problem. She opens her mouth to speak, but then closes it again.

“Go ahead,” I encourage her. “Nothing you could say would scare us off right now.”

“I can start with something I’d like to try this session, and then we can see how it works.”

Session.How very romantic. But even the sterile white surfaces of the study room and her straightforward approach can’t stop the pure fucking need for her thrumming in the veinsof my cock. She could ask for any of the dirtiest and most depraved cravings, and I’d give them to her. Hell, I’m already willing to fuck her in front of my brothers.

“Give us your first wildest fantasy, Foxy. We’re the men to get it done.”

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