I don’t pull away. I don’t hesitate. I already know what she’s going to want.
“Stan,” Em says. “Swallow it.”
While I’m gulping down his come, I watch him. I love the way Lix closes his eyes tight and moans like he’s losing his mind.
When he’s coming down from the high, I guide him to sit between us, real careful, back on the picnic blanket before his legs can betray him. He leans back onto me, lookin’ hella flushed, breathing like he just ran a marathon.
Em’s still half sitting, stuck in an unsure crawling position. Her breath’s uneven, cheeks warm, eyes locked on us.
I pull her closer to us, my gaze heavy on her. “Your turn, gorgeous.”
Her breath stops at her throat. I’ve never enjoyed silence before this.
Em lowers herself onto me until we’re kissing.
My hand slides down between her legs, through her pants, taking my time the way this moment deserves it. The first touch drags this soft, filthy sound from her.
Then Lix cups her cheek and kisses her slowly, then me, and then our mouths mold in a messy makeout of three.
She melts into it, one hand reaching up to cradle his face, the other scratching my neck.
The sounds she makes turn breathy, and I feel her hips buck up, trusting me to take her where she wants to go. My fingers move faster, knowing exactly where her aching clit is. So I rub it like Imean it ‘cause I do.
I want her to come so bad while we’re both kissing her, sloppy and reckless, all heat and want and zero restraint.
Lix murmurs her name against her mouth when I break away to grunt and get full focus on what I’m doing, grinding my tented zipper against her thigh.
My fingers are lightning fast, trying to reach her sweet spot through the layers over her pretty pussy.
“Come on, Em,” I whisper. “Tell me you’re close, gorgeous. Tell me what I need to do to get you there.”
Her voice sounds strained in the sexiest way possible. “I-I’m there. I only need a bit more.”
For a moment, it’s all of us moving together without needing to think. Except my mind won’t stop with the “must make Em come” mantra. It’s kinda becoming my silent prayer.
But then Em exhales, long and shaky. Her big eyes snap open, rolling up to the sky with her breathy cry.
Lix rests his forehead to the top of her head, whispering something only she hears, making her smile even as she’s catching her breath.
I look at ‘em, at how they fit together so naturally, and I swear there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
***
On the way home, we stop to swing by the only sex shop in Darkhaven, because guess which three ne’er-do-wells ran out of lube this morning?
Listen, it may have been my idea to let Em watch me take Lix’s ass while he fucked her, but it’s not my fault that I got so eager, I squeezed the bottle too hard and it all came out.
I repeat,not my fault.
It’s the faulty bottle design. Yeah, thathasto be it.
The bell over the door rings when we step inside, heat blasting us in the face along with the smell of clean plastic and incense that’s trying way too hard to hide the perv stank.
“Ah, you smell all that flavored lube in the air?” I grin. “That’s called love, babes.”
Lix snorts under his breath but stays close, shoulders still a little tense from everything earlier. Em drifts to look around like she’s in a museum instead of a filthy place in the middle of winter.
“Stan,” the storeowner says from behind the counter. “Back already?”
