Nathan
I HANG UP THE PHONE, EAGERNESS making my body tight with need. Everything is set, with ten minutes to spare before I’m due at her apartment.
Willow’s warning from the other day is coming back to bite me in the ass. It’s obvious that I want more from Emberleigh than just a good lay. Spending time with her and her daughter a couple of nights ago was way more than I imagined. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I enjoyed watching the two girls huddle together as Jack Nicholson tormented his family on the TV. I wanted them to huddle up next to me.
It kind of freaked me out at first, the need to be the one comforting them, but it quickly dissipated until it was all I could do to keep from hauling them both to my sides.
Avery is such a sweet kid, and she’s obviously close to her mother. I saw the love shining in Emberleigh’s eyes each time she looked at her, so I know her feelings for Avery run deep. Even though it isn’t my business to ask, I want to know the story behind Avery not knowing the truth, and hope one day Emberleigh will tell me.
It only takes me five minutes to leave my apartment and take the short walk over to Emberleigh’s. When she answers the door, I’m once again assaulted by an unimaginable amount of lust. My body’s never gone from soft to rock-solid so fast as it does when I’m around her.
I rake my eyes up and down her body, taking in the lime green sundress she has on. It stops midthigh, leaving most of her gorgeous tanned legs bare. The top portion dips down into a V, showcasing her cleavage in a mouthwatering display.
Her lips part when a growl slips past my lips. A sexy as fuck blush creeps up her cheeks, and it only makes me want her more.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter, then say more loudly, “What in the hell are you doing to me, woman?”
Before she has a chance to answer, not that there’s really an answer to my question, I walk forward so she has to take several steps back. Once I’m in the door, I slam it shut with my boot, snag an arm around her waist, and haul her to me. She lands against my chest with a squeak, then my lips are on hers in a brutal kiss. I take her mouth like I want to take her body: hard and unforgivingly.
She clings to me like she never wants me to let her go. It’s a good thing too, because I don’t know if I could release her if she wanted me to. It’s scary as hell to want someone so bad that you lose control.
I barely manage to rein in my need and pull back from her mouth, but I still keep my hands on her ass, and grind my cock against her lower stomach.
“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” I ask huskily.
She giggles around the heavy breathing she’s doing. “Sorry.”
From the look in her eye, she’s not sorry at all. “Liar.”
Throaty laughter leaves her lips, and I like the sound a fuck of a lot.
I lift my head when a delicious smell hits my nose. “What’s that I smell?”
She smiles up at me, her hands gripping my shirt right above my jeans. “Chicken teriyaki.” She grabs my hand, turns, and starts dragging me behind her to the kitchen. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, but figured chicken was a safe choice. Would you like something to drink?”
“Sure.”
She drops my hand and walks to the fridge, grabbing out a bottle of wine and a beer.
“This okay?” she asks, holding up the beer.
I nod, then take the wine from her to uncork it. She goes to the stove, stirs something in a pot, then turns the burner off. Turning to me, she leans back against the counter. Her hands rest by her sides; the position causes her tits to slightly jut out. Once I’ve poured her a glass, I carry it and my beer over to her. I hand her the glass, but set my beer on the counter beside her. After she’s taken a sip, I take it away and set it beside my bottle, then crowd her against the counter.
It’s amazing how comfortable we seem to be around each other. I may sound like a sappy asshole, but it almost feels like we’ve known each other for years. In a sense I have known her that long.
“I wanna try something tonight.” I nip her bottom lip with my teeth and enjoy the low moan I get in return.
“What?” Her question comes out breathless.
Instead of answering, I cup her ass through her dress and tell her, “Take your panties off.”
She pulls back, her eyes glazed over, and looks up at me. “What are you going to do?”
I grin. “You’ll see.” Taking a step back, I point my eyes to her waist. “Take them off.”
Hesitating for only a second, she shimmies her skirt up, reaches underneath, then slowly begins to slide her panties down her legs. Blood rushes south and my mouth waters. Her tits fall forward slightly, deepening her cleavage when she bends over, lifting one leg and sliding her foot out, then doing the same to the other.
I grab the panties from her once she’s standing straight again.
“Hey,” she snipes. She squints, but a smile plays on her lips. “I want those back. And speaking of, I want the other ones back too.”
I only smirk and stuff them in my pocket. The ones I got from her the first night we were together are in my nightstand drawer. These will go with them.
She huffs out a breath when I don’t confirm they’ll be returned. Stepping back up to her, I steal another kiss that leaves her whimpering against my mouth and my body straining to get closer to hers.
After several seconds of heated kissing, we’re interrupted by a knock at the door. She turns her head toward the kitchen doorway, then looks back at me. “I don’t know who that could be. I’m not expecting anyone.”
I kiss her lips once, then lean back. “It’s for me.”
She frowns. “Who is it?”
“I invited a friend to join us.”
Her frown deepens before realization dawns. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a cute O. Her voice is just barely above a whisper when she stammers, “D-do you mean…?” She trails off.
“If you don’t feel comfortable, or want to stop at any time, just say the word,” I tell her firmly. It’s important for her to know she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to. Yes, I would be disappointed, especially because I’ve already got the vision in my head of what tonight could bring, but I’d stop everything immediately if she wanted to.
She thinks about my proposition for a moment before giving me a brief nod.
I gently grip her chin with my thumb and forefinger when she looks down, and bring her eyes back to mine. “I need more than that, Emberleigh. Is this something you want?”
Her throat bobs when she swallows, but I see the desire form in her eyes. Biting her lip, she says with a husky murmur, “Yes.”
My jeans get even tighter with her answer, and I suddenly feel like a goddamn teenager about to get my first fuck.
“Finish up in here, and I’ll go answer the door.”
“Okay.”
Before walking away, I lean in for one more kiss, then leave her in the kitchen. I adjust my aching dick as I go to the door and pull it open. Wyatt’s on the other side. Normally, I would have asked Tegan to join us, but since he started seeing Willow he’s a one-woman man. I never thought I would see the day the man-whore committed to one woman, but after witnessing the chemistry between the two, and being part of it, I can’t blame him. Willow is a good woman, and sexy as hell.
Wyatt tips his chin at me, and I step back to let him in.
“Everything cool?” he asks quietly.
“Yes. But if I give the word, you leave.”
He nods. “Got it.”
We’ve done this a few times when Tegan wasn’t available. It’s the only reason he’s here. No fucking way would I allow just anyone to touch Emberleigh. Usually it’s me who’s the third party, and in a sense tonight I still am, but we both have agreed in the past that all parties involved have to be willing and comfortable with each other. Emberleigh’s met Wyatt before, which should make things a little easier for her.
I lead him into the kitchen. Emberleigh spots Wyatt behind me, and her eyes widen in surprise. When I spoke with him earlier, he said the first night he had met her was the night I saw them talking, and the first time he had touched her was the night I watched them on the dance floor.
“You remember Wyatt?” I ask, walking over and pulling her against my side.
She’s nervous as she shifts under my arm.
“Yes. It’s nice to see you again, Wyatt.”
His lip quirks up. “It’s good to see you too, Emberleigh.”
“Beer?”
“Sure.”
Leaving her side, I grab a bottle out of the fridge and toss it to him. The next few minutes are spent putting food on the table. As much as I want to get down to business, I want to give Emberleigh time to calm her nerves. Her hands shake when she sets a bowl of rice down on the table, so I grab one and bring the tips of her fingers to my lips. I kiss them, then suck just the tip of her middle finger in my mouth. Her eyes darken, and I hear the little hitch in her breath.
Smirking, I release her hand and pull out her chair. “Sit. I’ll grab our drinks.”
Seconds later, I’m taking the seat beside her, purposely making sure my chair is close to hers. We eat in silence for several moments. When I see her leg bounce under the table, I rest my hand on her upper thigh. Her skirt has ridden up in her seated position, so my hand is on bare skin. The minute my hand touches her, her leg stops, but I keep my hand there. Wyatt and I make small talk about work, and to anyone looking in from the outside, it would appear like a normal dinner. But there’s tension in the air. Sexual tension. I feel it from Emberleigh beside me, see it in Wyatt’s eyes every time he glances at her, and I damn sure feel it in my bones.
I pour Emberleigh another glass of wine when she finishes off hers. I don’t want her incoherent by any means, but a small buzz should help loosen up her anxious form. I rub circles with my thumb on the inside of her thigh, and after several moments, I feel the tension leave her body little by little.
“That was delicious, baby,” I tell her once we’re finished.
She smiles, and it looks relaxed. “Thanks.”
Wyatt throws his napkin on the table. “It was definitely the best I’ve had in a long time.”
She turns her smile his way. “I’m glad you both enjoyed it.”
When she gets up to take her plate to the kitchen, I subtly lift my chin to Wyatt. He understands, and we both get to our feet to carry our dishes in behind her. I leave the kitchen before they do and retake my seat.
When Emberleigh comes back to the table and reaches for her glass of wine, Wyatt walks up behind her. He’s not touching her, but she knows he’s there. Her body stiffens, and her eyes swing to me. I hold her gaze and lift my bottle to my lips, taking a long pull before lowering it to the table.
Her lips part and a rush of air leaves them when Wyatt puts his hands on her waist and steps closer. His hands slowly snake around her middle to her lower stomach, and when his hardness meets her ass fully, she pulls in a sharp breath. Her eyes never leave mine as he runs his hands up her torso and stops just below her tits. His head dips to her ear, and I hear him whisper, “Tell me to stop if it gets to be too much.”
Her eyes flutter twice, then she murmurs breathlessly, “Okay.”
She seems to relax more with Wyatt’s reassurance of what I told her earlier.
His hands move to her arms and he gently places her hands on the table in front of her, bending her at the waist so she’s resting on them. Her head tilts back so her eyes stay connected to mine.
When he runs his hands down the bare skin on her back exposed by her low-cut dress and bends to kiss the back of her neck, my blood runs hot. I grab my dick through my jeans, trying to find more room that I know isn’t there. She’s right there in front of me, only four feet away, with Wyatt’s hands on her, and the scene looks so fucking hot, and I know it’s only going to get hotter.
Her tits test the material of her dress as her chest heaves with her heavy breathing. Her face carries a sexy blush and her nails dig into the wood.
Wyatt’s hands travel down her back, over her ass, to the bottom of her dress. Emberleigh lets out a moan and her eyes droop when he reaches beneath the material. I don’t know what he’s doing under there, but a second later, her moans become louder. Her bottom lip gets abused by her teeth and she tries to fight back her natural reaction to Wyatt’s hand on her pussy.
He drops to his knees behind her, and I know what he’s getting ready to do: Taste fucking heaven. Her dress gets flipped up over her ass, her legs pulled further apart, then he shoves his face in her pussy.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opens them again.
I unsnap the button of my jeans and pull down the zipper, unable to hold back the need to fist my cock. My chair is far enough away from the table that Emberleigh sees exactly what I’m doing and what watching her and Wyatt has done to my body.
Wyatt eats away at her, groaning deeply as he does so. He must hit the perfect spot because she cries out and her eyes fall closed.
“Emberleigh,” I growl, and her eyes snap open. “Eyes open. Keep them on me.”
Her tongue peeks out to lick her lips and she gives a barely noticeable nod. My grip on my shaft tightens, and I feel a drop of precum form on the tip. I swipe my finger across it, then lean forward and bring it to Emberleigh. She sucks my finger inside her warm mouth, causing a hiss to leave my lips.
Abruptly, I stand and lean my body over the table. Grabbing a handful of hair, I bring her mouth to mine. I taste myself on her tongue, but I taste her delicious flavor more. She moans against my mouth, and my hand grips her hair tighter.
Yanking my mouth away, I growl, “Couch.”
Wyatt hears me and pulls away from Emberleigh. The glistening on his face from her arousal almost has me throwing her down on the table and fucking her senseless.
I yank my shirt over my head and throw it to the side. Grabbing her hand, I pull her behind me to the living room. Spinning her around, my hands land on her ass, and I yank her to me. I growl as I plunder her mouth with my tongue. My hands dip beneath her dress, and I thank fucking God I had her take off her panties earlier.
She’s fucking soaked. I know most of it’s from her arousal and not Wyatt’s mouth.
Lifting my mouth from hers, I note Wyatt out the corner of my eye sitting on the couch. His shirt’s off and his jeans are unbuttoned with the zipper pulled down. He has his dick in his hand, stroking it slowly.
My eyes leave his and go back to Emberleigh. “You like having Wyatt’s hands on you, Emberleigh?” I ask, and watch as her eyes light up. She doesn’t need to answer for me to know she does.
“Yes.”
“Does he make you feel good?”
I slide a finger inside her tight sheath. Her nails dig into my sides and she whimpers, “Yes.”
“Does he make you feel as good as I do?”
I don’t know why I ask that question. It’s never mattered to me before, but for some reason, I want it to be my hands she craves above all others.
She leans up on her tippy toes, kisses my lips, then brings her mouth to my ear and whispers, “He feels good, but you feel so much better. I was imagining he was you.”
Her words really test my control. Fuck, I’ve never wanted her more than I do right in this moment, but I’m not done yet. I want more from her and Wyatt.
I plunge two more fingers in along beside the first one, and she cries out. “Oh, God, Nathan. Please. Fuck me.”
I pull my fingers from her and shake my head. Lifting my fingers to my lips, I suck off her juices.
“Not yet,” I say. “Soon.”
With my arm around her waist, I walk her backward toward Wyatt. When she’s standing in front of him still facing me, his hands go to her waist and he leans forward, kissing her ass cheeks.
I look behind her and pin him with my eyes. “You don’t fuck her.” My voice comes out hard, letting him know I’m dead fucking serious. I’ll rearrange his face if he even thinks about going against my word. Again, this is new for me, but I don’t fucking care.
After receiving his nod of acceptance, I push Emberleigh down onto his lap by her shoulders, and take the seat across from them. Her hands are braced on her thighs as she stares across at me. Wyatt releases the knot of her halter dress, and the top floats down to her lap. She releases a deep moan when he palms her tits.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. I wanna see your pretty wet pussy.”
Her chin dips slightly and her legs part slowly.
“More,” I bark.
Before she has a chance to comply, Wyatt brings his legs together, hooks hers over his, then spreads them, causing her to open up wide to me.
The dress still shadows her. As if sensing my thoughts, Wyatt places his hands on hers still on her thighs and guides both her hands and dress up. Fucking finally, her sweet pussy comes into view. She’s so wet her thighs glisten with it.
“Touch her,” I demand.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hand slides up the inside of her thigh and his fingers meet the warm flesh of her lips. His groans are heard over her moans of pleasure. My eyes drop to his hand as he pushes a finger deep inside her. Her body lifts as he tilts his hips, grinding his dick into her ass. The back of her dress is between them, so I know they aren’t skin to skin.
I bring my eyes back to her. “Use his hand, Emberleigh. Show him how many fingers you want, and fuck yourself.”
Her expression holds so much fierce heat, I know what she needs. She needs to be filled. Her greedy pussy aches to have something inside it.
My own hand grips my cock in a tight fist as she grabs his wrist, stopping his movement. I zero in on her hand as she maneuvers his fingers so she can push three inside her hole. Her stomach muscles clench and so do mine. I feel my dick swell in my hand, my need to come almost overpowering.
When Wyatt uses his other hand to pinch one of her nipples, and she throws back her head and cries out, I can’t fucking stand it anymore. One second I’m in my chair and the next I’m down on my knees in front of her with both her and Wyatt’s legs on either side of my waist.
I take Wyatt’s fingers from her and bring them to her lips. “Suck,” I grit out, and she does so greedily.
I yank her mouth to mine by her hair. I taste her arousal, and it drives me fucking insane. The kiss doesn’t last long, because I need more of her on my tongue.
Pulling away, I grip her thighs and pull her closer to the edge of the couch, which forces her to lie back against Wyatt’s chest. She barely stays on his lap, so I brace my hands under her ass and lift her slightly. Bending down, I run my nose along her inner thigh until I’m right there at her opening.
“Spread her for me, Wyatt.”
His hands appear on both sides of her nether lips and he spreads her open. With a groan, I flick my tongue out and get my first taste of her. She tastes so fucking divine. Using the flat part of my tongue, I swipe it from her hole up to her clit, then latch my lips around the little bundle of nerves. She screams, and a moment later, her hands are in my hair, tugging on the strands bitingly.
I fucking love that her reaction is more intense with my mouth on her than it was when Wyatt was eating her out.
I suck, nip, and stuff as much of my tongue in her as I can. Wyatt releases her pussy lips, and out the corner of my eye, I see him playing with her tits, his lips kissing along her neck.
My dick screams at me for attention, so I pull my mouth away, smirking when she whimpers at the loss. I lift her off Wyatt’s lap and onto mine, and grind her down against my shaft. She’s so wet that the length of me slides between her lips. Her heavy breath hits my face as she looks at me.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” I ask, still rocking her back and forth.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please, Nathan. I need you in me. Now.”
“You wanna suck Wyatt while I fuck you?”
Her lip goes between her teeth and she chews on it as indecision flashes. But underneath it, I still see the hunger.
“We do want you want to do. This isn’t just for me.” Reaching down, I put the head of my cock at her opening, but wait before sinking inside. “If you want to suck him off, then say it.”
After a moment, she nods.
“Nuh-uh.” I shake my head. “Say the words, Emberleigh.”
Her voice is low when she admits. “I want to suck him off while you fuck me.”
The words barely leave her mouth before I’m slamming her down on my lap, impaling her and damn near causing me to lose my load prematurely. She cries out at the sudden fullness of my shaft.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter. I hold her to me and pray like hell I can last longer than the next stroke.
“Wyatt,” I grunt and look at him over her shoulder. “You better get over here and put your dick in her mouth, because I’m not going to last long.”
He stands, letting his pants fall halfway down his thighs, and steps to the side of us. His dick bobs and he grips the base to steady it inches from her face. Before he steps forward, I look up at him.
“Don’t come in her mouth. On her tits if you want, but not in her mouth. Got it?” Again. Something else that makes my blood boil.
Holding my stare, he nods. I bring my eyes back to Emberleigh. “Suck him, baby. Suck him good.”
Her mouth opens and she leans forward at the same time he closes the distance between his dick and her mouth. As soon as her lips close around the head, I lift her and bring her back down on my shaft, hard. Her cries are muffled with Wyatt’s dick in her mouth. She steadies herself by putting one hand on his thigh. More of her mouth slides over him, and again, I lift her and bring her back down.
We set up a rhythm that has all three of us moaning in pleasure. I almost knock Wyatt’s hands away when he grips the back of her head, worried he’s going to force more of himself inside her than she can take, but stop when I see he’s being gentle and only guiding her.
Tension forms in my body, and I grit my teeth to hold back my orgasm. It’s a lost cause when her mouth leaves Wyatt’s cock and her head tips back with a scream. Her body locks tight around me, and I know I’m done for. I fuck her and fuck her until my legs start to cramp and my release hits me so damn hard, I see stars. At the same time, Wyatt strokes himself and finds his own release. Instead of shooting on her tits like I gave him permission to, he opts to come in his discarded shirt he somehow managed to grab.
Emberleigh leans against me, her face going into my neck. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing. I feel her heart beating rapidly against my chest, knowing she can probably feel mine.
I lean back and look at her face. She looks back at me lazily.
“You okay?” I ask, needing to know she’s okay with what happened tonight.
Her smile is just as relaxed as her body. “Yeah.”
Leaning forward, I kiss her sweaty forehead then bring her back against me. I spy Wyatt fastening his pants. He meets my eyes and jerks his chin at me. I do the same, and a moment later, he starts walking toward the front door.
“Hey,” I call after him. He turns halfway around. My eyes flick down to his bare chest then back to his eyes. “Keep an eye out when you leave in case other tenants are around.”
He gets my meaning with a nod, then spins, opens the door, and steps through it. The last thing I want to do is sully Emberleigh’s reputation here by having one half-naked guy leave her apartment, and another leave later.
I kiss the side of her head when she yawns against my neck. “Tired?”
“Yeah.”
With my hands cupping her ass, I lift us both from the floor. My dick’s still inside her, half-hard, and when I start moving, I grow even harder. She moans with her face buried in my throat, and I know as tired as she is, we’re not done tonight. It’ll just be me and her though, a thought I really fucking like.