Knockout (Tapped Out 4)

“Did our Lily ever mention to you she watched guy-on-guy porn once?” I kept my voice easy as I tugged the zipper down over Emerson’s straining cock. He filled out his jeans in a way I’d never forget, that was for damn certain.

Emerson’s gaze cut to hers and she dipped her head, letting her long fall of light brown hair hide her face. He brushed it back behind her ear. “That true?”

“Yeah.” She bit her lip.

“Tell him the rest. Tell him how it made you feel.”

Her chest heaved and she shut her eyes. “I liked it.”

“She told me because she knows I’ve been with guys before.” Now Emerson’s gaze shot to me and held. “I think she was trying to shock me. It didn’t work. I loved the idea of pretty little Lily getting herself off to two guys fucking. Their hands roaming, their dicks rubbing—”

“Enough.”

My lips curved. “Too much for you, Em?” Deliberately, I pulled at his jeans and boxers, challenging him to resist me. I wouldn’t mind some roughness, since I had a good feeling that was his deal too.

He just lifted his hips and let me drag them down, revealing his stiff, swollen dick. My mouth grew dry and I flicked a glance at Lily as I worked the material down his legs. “Looks like he needs a good suck, doesn’t he?”

She stared at me steadily, silently asking questions I wasn’t quite prepared to answer. Then she bent forward to take him between her lips.

This time, there wasn’t more than a moment or two of awkwardness. She wasn’t practiced, but she made up for skill with enthusiasm. Emerson’s head dropped back on a long groan and he grasped a handful of her hair, his tugs so gentle that I knew he was holding back. Protecting her to the last.

I leaned closer and slid my mouth up her neck, getting very close to where she was eagerly going down on him. She stilled, and Emerson’s breathing grew shallow. “Tell me, babe. Do you like having your hair pulled? Really pulled, so it feels good in your pussy?”

Slowly, she travelled back up his length, drawing on the tip while she slanted me a glance. That look meant she didn’t know what it was like.

“Pull her hair,” I told him. “Like you fucking mean it.”

Again, I expected him to balk. Instead, he tightened his fist in her hair and pulled.

The sound she made bordered on pain and had him releasing her with a curse. But I was watching her face and knew she wasn’t hurting.

“Again,” I said, low.

He did as I asked, and she whimpered, pressing her head down to take more of his cock. She shifted beside him on the sofa, pressing her thighs together so tightly that I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Open up for me.”

Her knees fell open, and she kept right on blowing him. She was a damn fast learner, I’d give her that.

I made quick work of her clothes beneath the waist, then nudged her legs apart. Her position was a little awkward, and she’d twisted the top half of her body to service him, but I made sure she wasn’t focused on that as I parted her slippery folds.

Bypassing her clit entirely, I slid a finger deep into her pussy, absorbing her muffled cry around Emerson’s dick. He groaned too and pulled again, and she pulsed around me as if she was already on the verge of an orgasm. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? When he’s rough with your ha

ir, it hits you right here.” I closed my lips around her clit and flexed my finger, sliding it wetly in and out.

Adding another finger only made her squirm more. She worked Emerson’s dick like a pro, and he pulled her hair every time she started to let up on the pressure. If the throb against my lips was anything to go by, I was pretty sure she was doing that intentionally to goad him on.

“You’re going to come all over my face.” I bit her thigh and she jolted, teeth flashing along the side of Emerson’s painfully erect cock.

She whimpered and I went to work, pressing my palms on her soft thighs to hold them apart. I licked my way between the two fingers widening inside her, and she arched, losing her hold on Emerson and sitting up to gasp for air. Within seconds, she convulsed around me.

But I didn’t stop.

I grabbed her leg and brought it up over Emerson’s lap, smiling a little evilly at his grunt. The side of her leg was pressing his cock into his stomach. “Want you to feel her knee jerk as she comes,” I murmured. “Sexiest fucking thing.”

Without me telling him to, he gripped her thigh to hold her all the way open for me. “Twice is all you get.” He licked his lips, eyeing the rosy cleft I’d just had my mouth on. “Then she’s mine.”

Eyes huge, she tried to inch her butt into the corner of the sofa. Like I was going to let her escape. Fuck, no.