He freezes. “Em?”
I bite my lip, trying not to cry, because that hurt. It was sharp and stinging and definitely on the ouch-y side of what I expected.
Wyatt’s chest heaves. “Say something, beautiful. It’s okay. God, you’re so pretty. I just want to make you feel good. What would…” He shifts his hips, moving inside me, and I cry out.
“No!”
“Hang on. Oh fuck, that feels good.”
“For you, maybe.”
“And you too, if you just—” He snarls and pulls my hips closer to him, his body curving so he can suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
It’s too much. It’s so good, but he’s all the way inside me now, and I can’t breathe. I wrap my arms around his head, holding him to me as he starts to move inside me.
All I can do is hold on. Heath’s plan for me to be in charge lasted as long as it took to bust my cherry, and now Wyatt is pinning me against him, rutting into me from below.
And his mouth…
I close my eyes, giving in to the swirling pressure. The burning has subsided, and now I feel a new sensation deep inside. Like there’s a line between my nipple and somewhere else, and Wyatt’s erection has found that somewhere else.
Don’t move,I want to command him, but I can’t speak. I can only hold on, grip him as tight as I can, and focus on that spot.
Behind me, Heath is watching.
Daddy.
Watch him fuck me, Daddy.
Can Heath see Wyatt’s cock, buried in my pussy? Is he touching himself or gripping the sides of the chair, waiting for his turn?
“Goddammit, Emily,” Wyatt grunts. “I can’t hold back.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “Come in me.”
“You need— I’ll get you off. I’ll lick your sweet little pussy. Such a good girl, she’s been. Fuck, fuck—” And then he’s coming, all of him throbbing against me, and deep inside, a heavy pulse.
He pants against my chest for a few long beats, then swears again, and pulls me off, rolling me onto my back on the couch.
He crouches in front of me and softly licks me, his hands squeezing and kneading my thighs and ass.
“Did I hurt you?” His tongue slowly circles my swollen clit. “Don’t answer that. Can you come like this?” He groans. “Fuck, you’re all swollen. I’m so sorry, baby. But God, your pussy is pretty like this.”
I whimper and reach for his head, needing to show him that I’m okay, and yes, this feels good, and oh God, he’s licking me where he just came, and that’s so fucking hot.
He glances up, catching my gaze.
I bite my lip and nod.
He groans in relief and goes to town, lapping at me with a slow rhythm I liked yesterday and love today. It doesn’t take long to make my coiled arousal yank tight, then send me flying. Again, I wrap my thighs around his head as I come, and again, he seems to like it. He bites the inside of my thigh when I finally let him go, then licks that spot softly.
Then, together, we turn our attention to Heath.
He’s standing, unbuckling his jeans.
“Look at how hard he is,” Wyatt says, his voice steeling up. I recognize it now. His dirty-talking voice. His get Emily ready voice.
I shiver.
“You know why he’s that hard, Em? Because it’s his turn next in this tight little cunt.”