I squirt a little shampoo into my palm as Emma turns to face me. “So, we were both each other’s firsts in a way today?” Her soft hands land on my stomach and inch their way up. “I popped your shower-with-a-girl cherry and you…”
Her words trail off, and her cheeks turn pink.
“I claimed your ass,” I say, rubbing my hands together then dipping them into her hair. It’s a little awkward with her facing me, but no way am I asking her to turn around, especially since her hands are exploring every inch of my body and it feels too good. “Say it, Emma. Tell me who fucked you in the ass and how much you liked it.”
When I’m confident her hair is clean, I rinse the shampoo and reach for the conditioner.
“No.” She grins. I can tell she wants to say it, but this is all new to her. I’ll have to coax her out of her shell a bit.
“You have no reason to be embarrassed,” I say, kissing a water droplet from her pouty lips. “Say it, and I’ll give you a special treat for dessert tonight.”
She laughs, and it’s the most glorious sound I’ve heard. I’ve always loved Emma’s laugh. It comes from the belly, and it makes me smile. For as long as I can remember, I have always tried to make her laugh because it’s my favorite sound in the world. Second to the sounds she makes when she comes.
“Are you bribing me with sex?”
“Always. I will always try to bribe you with sex.”
“Good to know,” she says, tilting her head back so I can wash the conditioner from her hair.
“Now, say it.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes, and it’s ridiculously cute. And then her smile fades, her eyes turn serious, and she steps into me. Her naked breasts press against my chest as she lifts up on her toes. “You, Ryan Gallagher, buried your fat cock in my ass, and it felt amazing. And I want to do it again…over and over and over.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her against me, and then I take her mouth in a passionate kiss. God, she feels perfect in my arms, as if she were made to fit against me. The water rains down around us, filling the bathroom with a plume of steam, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to let her go. Just as the thought runs through my mind, the glass door slides open, and Grant joins us.
“Grant,” Emma whispers, pulling her mouth from mine.
“Don’t stop because of me. I enjoy watching you two.”
“You do?” she asks.
She’s so innocent and oblivious to what we want from her. We’re going to have to spell it out. I press my lips to the side of her head and breathe in her fresh, strawberry scent as she looks up at Grant.
“Fuck yeah.” Grant presses his chest against her back, and I nod to our dirty girl.
“Emma was just telling me how much she loved my cock in her ass.”
Grant lifts a brow and smirks. “Oh, yeah? You want to do that again?” She nods. “Next time, you can ride Ryan, and I’ll take this sweet ass. How does that sound?”
Her breath hitches. “I’d like that.”
My cock is locked, loaded, and ready to pound nails just from talking about it. “Are you sore?” I slide a hand between her thighs, but instead of pushing my fingers inside of her, I gently stroke along her slit.
“A little,” she says. “But I like it. It’s a good sore. It reminds me of who was there.”
Grant massages her back, starting at her neck and working his way down. “What did you think about the three of us being together?”
“I liked it. A lot.”
“So did we,” I say, pushing the tip of my finger inside of her. She doesn’t wince, and I go a little farther. “What happened in the bedroom between us—what we shared—it was a first for Grant and me.” We’ve never had an emotional connection like we have with Emma.
“Really?” She sounds surprised, and I smile because maybe she finally understands how much we want to be with her. I nod, and she looks back at Grant. “Can I ask you guys a question?”
Gathering her hair to the side, Grant kisses her shoulder. “Always,” he says, looking down the front of her body, watching where my hand is rubbing between her legs.
“Can you feel each other when you’re both inside of me?”
I nod, and Grant confirms with a, “Yes.”