“Fucking hell,” I mutter. I hold her to me and pray like hell I can last longer than the next stroke.
“Wyatt,” I grunt and look at him over her shoulder. “You better get over here and put your dick in her mouth, because I’m not going to last long.”
He stands, letting his pants fall halfway down his thighs, and steps to the side of us. His dick bobs and he grips the base to steady it inches from her face. Before he steps forward, I look up at him.
“Don’t come in her mouth. On her tits if you want, but not in her mouth. Got it?” Again. Something else that makes my blood boil.
Holding my stare, he nods. I bring my eyes back to Emberleigh. “Suck him, baby. Suck him good.”
Her mouth opens and she leans forward at the same time he closes the distance between his dick and her mouth. As soon as her lips close around the head, I lift her and bring her back down on my shaft, hard. Her cries are muffled with Wyatt’s dick in her mouth. She steadies herself by putting one hand on his thigh. More of her mouth slides over him, and again, I lift her and bring her back down.
We set up a rhythm that has all three of us moaning in pleasure. I almost knock Wyatt’s hands away when he grips the back of her head, worried he’s going to force more of himself inside her than she can take, but stop when I see he’s being gentle and only guiding her.
Tension forms in my body, and I grit my teeth to hold back my orgasm. It’s a lost cause when her mouth leaves Wyatt’s cock and her head tips back with a scream. Her body locks tight around me, and I know I’m done for. I fuck her and fuck her until my legs start to cramp and my release hits me so damn hard, I see stars. At the same time, Wyatt strokes himself and finds his own release. Instead of shooting on her tits like I gave him permission to, he opts to come in his discarded shirt he somehow managed to grab.
Emberleigh leans against me, her face going into my neck. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing. I feel her heart beating rapidly against my chest, knowing she can probably feel mine.
I lean back and look at her face. She looks back at me lazily.
“You okay?” I ask, needing to know she’s okay with what happened tonight.
Her smile is just as relaxed as her body. “Yeah.”
Leaning forward, I kiss her sweaty forehead then bring her back against me. I spy Wyatt fastening his pants. He meets my eyes and jerks his chin at me. I do the same, and a moment later, he starts walking toward the front door.
“Hey,” I call after him. He turns halfway around. My eyes flick down to his bare chest then back to his eyes. “Keep an eye out when you leave in case other tenants are around.”
He gets my meaning with a nod, then spins, opens the door, and steps through it. The last thing I want to do is sully Emberleigh’s reputation here by having one half-naked guy leave her apartment, and another leave later.
I kiss the side of her head when she yawns against my neck. “Tired?”
“Yeah.”
With my hands cupping her ass, I lift us both from the floor. My dick’s still inside her, half-hard, and when I start moving, I grow even harder. She moans with her face buried in my throat, and I know as tired as she is, we’re not done tonight. It’ll just be me and her though, a thought I really fucking like.
ChapterThirteen
Emberleigh
I WALK BESIDE NATHAN, MY HAND clutched in his, as we make our way up the walkway to a brick house. I know Nathan has to notice my sweaty palms and jitters, but he’s made no comment on them.
Today’s Sunday. The night before Wyatt was over. To say it shocked me when Nathan announced he invited someone over would be the understatement of the century. But through the shock, my body vibrated with a need I hadn’t known existed until faced with the opportunity. The heat in Nathan’s eyes was blazing lava hot as he watched Wyatt touch me. However, there were a few times possessiveness filtered through. I think I liked that look the most.
The experience was more than I imagined, but the sex Nathan and I had after Wyatt left is what stays in my mind the most. It was rough, carnal, and downright dirty. I loved every minute of it. I’m not sure if I would want to have another man join us often, but it’s something I’d consider occasionally. As long as it’s the right person, of course.
I woke snuggled in his arms this morning, with his warm breath on the back of my neck sending pleasant shivers down my spine. I liked sleeping in his arms. As little as I know about the man, it feels right to sleep with him behind me, wrapped in his arms.
This morning, we woke to his cell phone ringing. We both ignored it, but when it rang for the third time, Nathan grumbled as he grudgingly answered it. After he got off the phone, he told me it was a friend of his asking him to come over to her house later for some important news. Jealousy reared its ugly head. Of course, Nathan noticed my disgruntled state and knew right away what triggered it. The unwelcome emotion was squashed when he told me Abby was happily married.
Now, here we are, standing in front of her and her husband, Colt’s, front door. When he invited me to come with him, I was surprised, but jumped at the chance to know more about his life and the people in it. He told me a little about his friends on our way over. I’m nervous because I could tell by the way he spoke about them that he cares for them deeply.
My fingers tighten in his and he looks over. I try to muster a smile, but I know it falls flat. He turns to face me.
“They’re just people, Emberleigh,” he says quietly. “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
I laugh at that. “I’m a woman, Nathan. That’s what we do when we meet the friends of the guy we’re sleeping with.”
One corner of his mouth tips up. “Fine, but maybe loosen up on the death grip you have on my fingers before you crush them.”