“Fuck me,” I answer.
The words are barely out of my mouth, before he has me flipped over on the bed and pulling my panties off. The guys are at the door watching, and it turns me on even more.
“Are you sure you want this, love?” He smells near my neck, causing a shiver to move up my spine, hardening my nipples even more as his chest brushes against them.
“Don’t make me ask again,” I grind out.
He chuckles as he moves down my body. “Yes ma’am.”
“E,” Jax groans by the door and my eyes catch his. His face has a mixture of expressions. One of concern, one of anger, and one of wanting.
Emmett waves him off as he works his way down my body. His mouth planting gentle kisses on the inside of my leg.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he warns, body tense.
“You need to shut up and join him, or lea-” My moans cut off the last word as Emmett’s tongue presses inside of me. “Fucking fuck.” My hands clamp to his head as my hips buck off the bed. I was close before and just the brush of his tongue across my clit with a gentle suck has me seeing stars and clenching around his tongue, but my eyes stay locked on Jax. Something about the way he watches me when I’m orgasming makes it even more intense.
“Your come tastes better than your blood,” he groans against my skin, slipping a finger in, pushing my orgasm even further.
“Did she taste this good earlier, Callum?” Emmett asks, swiping his tongue up from base to top.
“She tastes like heaven,” he murmurs from the door, his hand rubbing slowly over the fabric of his pants.
I hold my hand out to him, “Feed me your cock, while he fucks me.”
Knox whimpers, knees buckling.
“You can join too.”
“Thank you, Poseidon!” Knox rejoices, throwing his clasped hands in the air, causing me to laugh for a second before I’m back to moaning out Emmett’s name.
Callum is climbing on the bed a second later, tossing his boxers on the ground and waiting for instruction.
I feel like I’m in some sex crazed dream right now, where orgies happen in mist-filled darkened rooms… only this isn’t a dream.
Emmett scoops his hands under my back and lifts me, so we’re sitting chest to chest. The way the men move around the bed, into positions, tells me this isn’t the first time they’ve done this together. And I don’t know if that excites me or terrifies me more. I’ve never had a threesome, much less a foursome. I mean, Lizzy used to say the goddess gave us three holes for a reason, but really? My skin prickles with nerves, but then I catch Jax shift from the door. Not moving closer, just more… alert? Could he feel my nerves? Was he worried about me? Why wasn’t he over here? Earlier tonight, when he slipped into bed behind me, I thought we were progressing towards something. What, I don’t know, but something. He seems to hate me and I can’t figure it out, which is infuriating because at the same time he looks at me with hate, there is also something else in his eyes.
I’m pulled back to the present when Emmett falls back and shifts me on top of him, with my pussy perched at the tip of his cock. His hands dig into my side to stop me from sinking on him. “Do you want it bare? We’re all clean. Weekly tests requirements from working at the sex club.”
I smile. “I’m clean and yes. I want to feel your come explode inside of me.”
Knox lets out another whimper, making me chuckle.
Emmett slides his hands down to my thighs and gives control over to me. The tip of his cock is teasing me, making me wetter as I drip down his shaft. “You fuck me, princess.”
Licking my lips, I slide down slowly, his size stretching me out as my tight pussy vibrates over each piercing.
“We can go slower,” he offers.
Trying to get leverage, I press the palm of my hand against his chest, and glide my pussy off his cock, then slide down again, this time moving a little faster. I sit upright on him and grind my hips into him, rocking my body back and forth, letting his size fill and stretch me. The pressure is immeasurable as he fills me completely.
“You feel so good,” he says, and his fangs pop out.
Startled, I stare at him, waiting, but the guys don’t seem to be phased. Well, Jax does. He’s still watching from the door, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s punishing himself or if he really doesn’t like me.
Emmett smiles shyly. “They pop out when I get excited.”
“Me too,” says Knox. He shrugs. “I’m a grower, not a shower. It’s the seal in me, but watch out!”
