Knockout (Tapped Out 4)

“Eager,” Emerson muttered, shifting on top of me. He grunted as I wound my legs around his hips, eager myself. “Both of you,” he said, turning his head to kiss JC, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Because it was. I was the luckiest girl who’d ever lived.

When they finally separated, Emerson slid his cock between my damp thighs, teasing me for a moment before he inched inside. The feeling without a condom was indescribable, just as it had been earlier with JC. I could feel every vein and ridge opening me up for his invasion. I whimpered and he pushed in farther, driving me up the bed. He grabbed my legs and hooked them over his shoulders, plunging so deeply inside me that I turned my head and bit the pillow to keep from screaming. Then he was lowering my legs again and looming over me in the dark, his chest heavy and delicious against my sensitive nipples. “Thighs around my waist again, sweetheart. Tight. Tighter. Ah, fuck, just like that.”

The friction as he surged inside me had me rearing up to bite his shoulder, to run my hands over his muscled back. I reached down for his taut ass and squeezed, making a delirious noise as JC’s hot, bare cock brushed my fingers.

“Fuck him,” I begged, shocked I could be using words like that. That I could be this wanton woman, spread open and being decimated by not one, but two lovers.

And still, wanting more. Always.

“On the agenda, babe,” JC murmured, rubbing his knuckles against mine. A quick hit of connection even in the center of madness. “You ready for me, man?”

“Jesus, c’mon already.”

Em’s words made me clench him deep inside and he rocked against me that much harder. “You’re a naughty little thing,” he breathed, his lips curving as we kissed.

“Oh, hell yeah, I am.”

“Seems like she’s in good company.” Even in the dark, I saw JC’s fingers curl around the back of Emerson’s neck. He stilled and then he groaned, long and low, the sound vibrating through my already pulsating body.

“Ah fuck,” JC panted. “Goddamn incredible. You okay?”

Em grunted. “Hell yeah. Again.”

“Babe? You okay?”

I mumbled something and bucked my hips, needing them to get this show rolling. I was so close to orgasm again, and knowing that JC was entering Em as I was being entered at the very same time was nearly enough to set me off.

They found a rhythm quickly, and so did I. When JC plunged, Emerson did the same, his cock tunneling so far inside me that I couldn’t breathe from the fullness. I was tingling everywhere. Belly, nipples, clit. Even my freaking toes.

“God, I’m gonna come,” I gasped.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Emerson’s words were a chant in my ear as the two big bodies on top of me fell into a harmony that only stoked my need higher. I’d never imagined such pleasure could exist. Every time Emerson retreated, JC drove into him and propelled Em into my pussy again. I felt completely ravaged. Consumed.

Lost.

I couldn’t fight the climax pulsing inside my core any longer. It swept through me like a tsunami, knocking out everything but the thrill of having two groaning, powerful men finding ecstasy in each other and in my body.

In me.

“Fuck,” Emerson groaned, and I knew it was his turn. The feel of him expanding, lengthening, then that hot splash inside me as he bit my lower lip practically made me come again. If that didn’t do it, the sound of JC moaning through his own climax and reaching down to link his fingers with Em—and with me—definitely could’ve triggered another orgasm if I hadn’t been trembling and oversensitive.

In more ways than one.

JC rolled off Emerson, and Emerson rolled off me, and then I was staring up at ceiling, with sweat gathering on my skin and my thighs drenched from the best sex of my life.

So why not burst into tears right then? Seemed perfectly logical.

“Lil?” Emerson sat up and turned on the light. “You all right?”

I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the brightness. And also still watering, because apparently, good orgasms made me leaky. “Yeah. I think I came too hard and dislodged something.”

JC laughed and leaned over to kiss my belly. That it was so close to where Emerson had spilled himself inside me made me press my thighs together. He noticed, his smile turning into a leer. “She’s not too bad off, Em. She’s still turned on. Speaking of…” He leaned down and licked my cleft, making a sound that bordered on pornographic.

He wasn’t the only one. Em and I weren’t much better, just knowing what he was tasting.

So fucking dirty and hot.