But strangely, knowing West or Trent—or maybe both—already had her doesn’t make me want her any less. If anything, it makes me want her more. Makes me want to claim my turn.
“It would be easy. There are so many ways we could do this,” Emma murmurs. As she speaks, one hand trails down her flat stomach, pulling up the shirt a little higher before her fingers slide between her folds, teasing her clit and dipping inside her pussy. “There are so many ways you could share me.”
God, my dick could punch a fucking hole in a wall right now.
Emma is hot as hell, and I love how responsive she is in bed, but this? This is next level shit. I’ve never seen her take control like this, and I kind of fucking love it.
Her fingers move faster over her clit, and she opens her legs wider. She’s giving us a show, I realize. Letting us all watch her, letting us all have this piece of her.
And it’s working. Watching her hips shift back and forth on the mattress as she chases her own touch has my heart hammering like a drum in my chest. I thought it would be awkward as hell to have an orgy with my two best friends, but with Emma splayed out in front of us like this, all my focus is on her, just like theirs is.
“Reese,” she pants. “West and Trent fucked me. One after the other, taking turns to be inside me. I could still feel each of them when the other was in me, and it was incredible. There was only one thing missing.”
Her free hand is massaging her breast through the soft fabric of the t-shirt now, and her knees are slightly bent as her hips arch up off the bed in rhythmic motions.
I can’t help it. I’m about to fucking die if I don’t do something. Reaching down, I palm my dick through my jeans, rubbing up and down in short strokes just to relieve a little of the ache.
“What, Ems?” I rasp. “What was missing?”
“You.” Her eyes are like dark pools as she gazes at me, her fingers circling faster and faster on her clit. “I wanted you inside me too.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My hand works my dick harder, and out of the corner of my eye, I’m vaguely aware that Trent and West are stroking themselves too. I can’t blame them. I feel like I’m about to explode.
“You did??
?? My voice is like fucking sandpaper.
She nods, the movement jerky. “Yes. I need you so much. Will you fuck me now, Reese? I want Trent and West to watch. To touch themselves while you fuck me.”
Trent makes a strangled noise in his throat, and West squeezes his dick through his pants, his entire body rigid. But neither of them object.
My focus zeroes in on Emma again, and it’s not even a question. Even if my mind wanted to object, my body would refuse to listen to that order. I need to be inside her. Now.
With one hand, I reach up and yank my shirt over my head. Fire burns in Emma’s eyes as she mirrors my action, pulling off Trent’s oversized shirt. She’s completely naked now, and her nipples are peaked and dusky, so goddamn gorgeous my mouth practically waters.
Moving quickly, I fumble with the button and fly of my pants, kicking off my shoes before I shove everything down my legs, letting my cock spring free. It’s a relief not to have it confined by my jeans anymore, but I need more than that. I need to feel Emma’s sweet warmth wrapped around me.
I hear clothing rustling on either side of me as I climb onto the bed, crawling up between Emma’s knees as West and Trent kick their pants off too. She wraps her arms around me when I drape my body over hers, her lips ghosting over my skin, tasting my shoulder, my neck, my earlobe.
A shudder runs through me at the feel of her soft mouth on my skin, and my throbbing cock nudges her entrance.
She’s wet.
So wet.
I can feel her slick juices coating the head of my shaft, and as I press inside her slowly, she lets out a moan that seems to come from the very depths of her soul.
Twin groans sound from either side of us, and a shift of the mattress lets me know Trent and West are on the bed now too. Emma keeps her arms twined around my neck, but she lifts her head, her gaze shifting back and forth to take in my two friends.
Whatever she sees, it makes her pussy clench hard around me. She bites her lip, whimpering softly.
“Yeah. Just like that.” She undulates her hips against me, meeting my strokes as I begin to thrust into her. “God, that’s so fucking sexy.”
“Oh, fuuuck,” Trent groans as West makes a tortured noise.
My cock throbs, and I pick up my pace, driving into Emma even harder. I’m not attracted to my two best friends; I doubt I ever will be. But somehow, knowing they’re watching Emma, knowing she’s fucking me in front of them, drives me insane with arousal.