“Oh,Emmett.” She comes again, her back arching. I stroke myself as I watch, and Brody’s fists clench with restraint. He wants her so badly, it’s torturous to watch.
I grab Georgia’s wrist, pull her up to a sitting position, and she laughs, breathless and glowing from two orgasms. “You boys are insatiable.”
Brody tugs her forward, sliding her onto his lap. His cock is already hard, leaking against his abs. She straddles him, lowering herself slowly, eyes never leaving his. He gasps as she sinks onto him, both hands digging into her hips as he starts to move.
Emmett and I flank her, each of us taking a breast, a hand, a kiss wherever we can.
I press my lips to her neck, stroking my cock more vigorously with every moan that slips from her throat.
She cries out, orgasmingagain.This time, it’s while Brody’s cock is inside her, Emmett’s mouth on her breast, me kissing her neck. She turns to Emmett, leaning back and taking his cock into her mouth.
He tips his head back and groans as she sucks him deeply while grinding against Brody. The sight is almost more than I can take, and I explode a second time, coming all over Georgia’s breasts. That sends Emmett over the edge as well, and Georgia moans as she gulps his cum down.
This is the most fucked up, amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.
I watch as Brody finishes, his hands guiding her hips and his eyes focused on her face. When he finally loses control, he groans out and buries his face in Georgia’s shoulder, body shaking with the force of it.
Emmett breathes out a sigh, collapsing onto the bed. I pull Georgia down beside me, kissing her temple, her cheek, the tip of her nose. Brody settles in on the edge.
“Fuck, we should do this more often,” Emmett chuckles. “I have so many ideas.”
“We’ll see,”Brody mutters, his tone impossible to read.
“Ilovedit,” Georgia peers around at us, her face a mix of pure bliss and fatigue.
“I bet you did,” I chuckle. “And if that’s the truth, we definitely have to do it again.”
We fall into a comfortable silence. Eventually, Georgia stirs and lifts her head. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, but we should probably shower before breakfast. I think we’re all a little…messy.”
Emmett grins. “That’s the best part. It’s like a badge of honor.”
Brody just shakes his head, smoothing Georgia’s hair away from her face. “You’re impossible, Emmett.”
“And you love me for it.”
“Against my better judgment…yes.”
Georgia laughs, grinning at us all as she untangles her limbs from ours.
I watch her get up, stretch, and gather her clothes. She doesn’t bother to cover herself, and neither do any of us. For a minute, I’m absolutely sure this is the life I want.
I never thought sharing someone could be so…fulfilling.
“We’ll be back in New York in three days,” Brody announces, taking a sip of coffee and then eyeing the mug Georgia is filling. “Hope everyone’s ready for civilization.”
Emmett shoots him a grin. “Some of us are a little more civilized than others.”
“Shut up.” Brody gives him the look, and Georgia bumps his hip with her perky little ass.
“No need to get grumpy,” she winks at him, and then takes a long draw of her coffee. “Let’s eat some breakfast.”
I pour myself some coffee, then busy myself setting the table, pretending not to notice the heat of Georgia’s thigh when she squeezes in next to me. There’s a comfortable hush, punctuated by the clatter of plates, the grind of ceramic against marble countertop, the sugar bowl shuttling back and forth.
“So,” Brody says at last, as we all sit around the table with hot biscuits and eggs in front of us. “We’ll dock at St. Augustine. My team will handle the transfer, but—” he looks at all three of usin turn, lingering on Georgia. “That’s when the fun starts. We’ll need to decide…everything else.”
Georgia sips her coffee, eyes wide above the rim. “Like what? What do you mean?”
“Well, for starters, how we make this work,” Brody says. “We’ve never done this before.”
