Page 141 of There's No Us Without You
I can do this.
I can.
Maybe . . .
Will motions for me to come closer, so I bend over, giving Emerson exactly what he wants while my lips hover agonisingly close to Will’s again.
“If at any time you want to stop, just say so. Understood?” Will searches my face, waiting for my answer.
I nod quickly. “Yes.”
Kent would never have done anything like this with me. He was so missionary I barely got in the mood before he was finished. He was a selfish lover, and an even more selfish human being.
And my mother has the gall to blame me for our lack of sex life.
“Get out of your head, Eden.” Will reminds me I’m with him and not with Kent by biting my bottom lip.
“Sorry,” I say against his lips.
“Show me you’re sorry. On your knees. Now.”
I’m dropping to my knees before my brain even registers the impact of Will’s order.
“Undo my zipper,” he says, while leaning back and dropping his arms over the back of the couch.
My fingers shake as I undo the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. When Will lifts his hips, I pull his jeans and boxers down past his arse, and down his thick, muscular thighs.
His erection springs free, jutting against his abdomen, and all I can do is suck in a shaky breath at the sight of him.
Thick.
Long.
And pierced—three bars in a row through the underside of his penis. I’m sure there’s a medical name for it, but all I know is I’m scared to death.
I swallow down the lump in my throat.
I’m so far out of my depth here—these men are so much more experienced than I am. What if I suck at... sucking Will’s dick? Or giving hand jobs? Or sex?
Will rubs a thumb over my bottom lip and tugs it down. “Use these pretty pink lips and kiss it.”
Okay, I can do this.
Lowering my head, I keep my eyes on his, and kiss the head of his penis. The saltiness of his pre-cum coats my lips and I lap it up, savouring his taste.
“Fuck.” Will growls out the word. “That’s my girl, now suck it.”
I look up at him through my lashes, and lower my mouth over his dick, my tongue gliding over the metal bars. His eyes darken, lips parting, the firm muscles in his stomach convulsing each time I suck him into my mouth.
Another presence steps up behind me—Emerson—and drops to his knees. With a slap to my arse, he groans and smooths hishand over the sting of his previous contact. “Let’s see how wet you are, Pop-Tart.” He slides a finger inside my pussy and hooks it slightly.
I cry out, almost biting down on Will’s dick at the welcome intrusion.
“Fucking soaked,” he says, inserting another finger. “I can’t wait to taste you again. But before I do...” He removes his fingers from my pussy and leans over my back, his hardness now pressed between my arse cheeks, while holding out his glistening digits to Will. “Taste her. She’s so fucking sweet.”
I almost come undone when Will sits forward and opens his mouth to suck Emerson’s long fingers, wrapping his own around Emerson’s wrist.
I can’t see Em’s face but his breathing rate increases when he grips my arse with his free hand. Then he drags his fingers from Will’s mouth and shuffles backwards, leaving me cold. I assume he’s gone back to the couch until he falls onto his back and manoeuvres his head between my legs, his curls tickling the inside of my thighs.
