Knockout (Tapped Out 4)

“All of me.” I exhaled. There weren’t perfect words, just the truth. “I even love JC.”

Lily mouthed, “With your dick.”

I repeated it without thinking, then shook my head. “Jesus, Lil.”

JC waggled his eyebrows. “Hell yeah. Now that’s what I’m talking about. So let’s go inside and start doing some serious demonstrating.”

Fourteen

JC hadn’t been kidding about demonstrating.

We’d barely made it inside Emerson’s front door when JC slid his hand down my shorts and found me wet and wanting in my tiny scrap of panties. In spite of wanting to back off this thing with them after last weekend’s scene with my dad, I’d worn barely there underwear tonight just in case, and I’d already soaked through it. First, when JC had dirty talked to Emerson after the fight, and then again while dancing at the club, and as we’d made our way upstairs from the alley.

I knew what lay ahead, and damn, I was ready for it.

“You’re gonna get nailed, little girl.” JC’s warm breath tickled the short hairs at my nape as his fingers parted my folds. “Like bent over the table and fucked senseless.”

I shivered. Hot damn. While I surely didn’t have a problem with that, I had something else entirely in mind. At least to start.

It was time for my two guys to see I could take care of them too by helping them get exactly what they needed.

“You know, I have a better idea.” I moved toward Emerson and lowered my head to lick up the droplets of water still clinging to his torso. He tasted like rain.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” He caught a handful of my hair and drew my mouth up to his. The kiss spun out, slow and sweet, his lips sliding sensuously over mine in direct counterpoint to JC’s renewed fingering between my legs. He’d wasted no time in following me and tugging down my shorts, tights, and panties, and he was now yanking up my top with his other hand.

I gasped into Emerson’s mouth as JC found my clit and rolled it between his first two fingers. “I want you to be the filling,” I managed, bucking my hips into JC’s strokes while trying to simultaneously chase Emerson’s tongue.

But he wouldn’t give it to me. He eased back and cocked his head. “You’re saying…”

“She’s saying she wants you to fuck her while I fuck you.” JC leaned around me and fisted Emerson’s hair, dragging his mouth to his for a way hotter, rougher kiss than mine and Emerson’s gentle exploration. Lips mashed together and tongues tangled and damn, I would’ve moaned even if JC’s fingers weren’t still inside me.

Slow kisses were all well and good, but the ache between my legs demanded some of that, please.

Emerson reached down to snap off his towel, baring that glorious, fully erect cock for our eyes. Not that we had long to appreciate it, because he turned and headed down the hallway, motioning us forward with his fingers over his head.

JC whistled. He had a point. The rear view was as gorgeous as the front.

“Merry Christmas to you,” I teased him, slipping away and racing up the hall before he could grab me and exert his form of retribution.

Problem was, I didn’t have far to go. I stepped into Emerson’s bedroom and had just long enough to glimpse the pretty yellow sheets before the light snapped off and I was being backed up toward the bed. Hands cuffed my wrists and heavy, hard bodies pinned me down as we rolled onto the mattress. I was surrounded. Overcome. Their scents enveloped me—cologne, soap, sweat. Rain. I could still smell the rain, and taste it as Emerson’s lips claimed mine in the darkness.

I didn’t need light to recognize my lovers. I knew them by feel, by touch, by instinct.

From love.

They peeled away my clothes, then I helped JC shed his. Emerson slid over me, his damp, muscled body rubbing against me in all the right ways. His light scruff scraped my cheeks and chin while we devoured each other, and the thick press of his cock at my soaked opening made my hips rock. He wasn’t slipping inside me, wasn’t doing much of anything except letting me know he was there, and I was his.

My swollen breasts and taut nipples brushed his torso as he moved down my body and JC moved up, switching places in perfect concert. JC’s callused fingers grasped my nipples and Emerson’s tongue slid slickly into my pussy, and fuck, I was lost.

Eyes blind, hips already straining, I rose up under their dual assaults, grabbing onto whatever parts of them I could reach. JC’s overlong hair, Emerson’s thickly corded shoulder. I needed something to hang on to or else I was going to fall off the edge of the world.

Emerson slid a finger into me, then two, and JC closed his lips around my nipple while he toyed with the other. That was all it took for me to fall apart. I cried out—I might’ve even screamed—and dragged my nails over Emerson’s neck and JC’s scalp, helpless to check my strength. Spasms ruled me, taking over my body. I couldn’t stop shuddering. New aftershocks sparked through me every time Emerson twisted his fingers, still deep inside me, and JC took in more of my breast, getting it wet then blowing light streams of air against my nipple that made more zings of sensation travel straight to my clit.

I hadn’t come down from my high yet when JC eased away and Emerson took his place at my side. He brushed my hair away from my face and kissed me so tenderly that tasting myself on his lips seemed like an almost holy experience. I wanted to give that back to him. I wanted him to feel exactly like I did, like I was weightless and free and happier than I’d ever been in my life.

“You ready to ride, man?” JC’s voice broke the stillness and we slipped apart, laughing. He grinned over Emerson’s arm, his eyes bright in the dark. “Because I sure am.”

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