Page 143 of There's No Us Without You
“Fuck.” Will jolts his hips up on a hiss when Emerson runs his tongue up his shaft, swirling it over the bars of metal, before once again finding my clit.
Oh. My. God.
I’m gone.
I lose myself entirely, body shaking, hips moving all on their own to get as close to Emerson’s face as I can.
Will bites into my shoulder, and that’s enough to send me over the edge.
“Em... Will... fuck.” My body convulses and I cry out, moaning both their names over and over as my heart slams against my ribcage.
Surge after surge of pleasure has me writhing against Will like a crazed animal.
I’m weightless.
Free.
Until I collapse onto Will’s chest, my limbs now heavy and weak.
Will kisses my temple and pats the cushion beside him. “Lay down, baby.”
I do as I’m told, sliding from his lap on shaking legs to fall onto my back, my toes nudging Will’s thigh.
With his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, Will shifts forward and grabs Emerson’s face, squeezing his cheeks. “Grab your dick,” he says while fisting his own. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”
Emerson grunts, and grips himself again, his strokes quick, his breathing heavy. “Goddamn,” he says as he gazes into Will’s eyes.
Will rubs his thumb over Emerson’s bottom lip, his pace matching that of Em’s hand, both of them now breathing as one.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed, and my pussy is throbbing again.
“Fucking hell,” Emerson says, legs shaking, his free hand gripping Will’s thigh. “That’s—fuck... I’m close.”
“Come for me.”
“Oh, thank fuck.” Emerson throws his head back, a strangled noise escaping his chest when he comes against his stomach. He falls onto his back while his entire body trembles, the aftershocks of his orgasm sending wave after wave of tremors.
Will grunts out his own release seconds later, then sinks into the couch, panting, muscles twitching in exhaustion.
My heart is so full. I’ve never felt closer to two people in my entire life.
“You were amazing—both of you.” Will rolls his head to the side and slides over slightly to stroke my cheek. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
With a quick nod, I climb from the couch and help Emerson to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist when he stumbles.
I’d be struggling to stand too if I just had an intense moment like that. Is that their first time together? Because if it was, I got to bear witness to something magical.
Their connection is like nothing else. Not even I could stand in the way of the things I’m only imagining they feel for each other.
With his dirty shirt in his hands, Will fixes his pants around his hips and uses the shirt to clean Emerson up. “You good?” he says, cupping Em’s cheek, blue eyes searching hazel ones.
Emerson nods. “I’m going to take a shower.” He pats Will’s shoulder before stalking off.
Am I missing something?
I glance at Will, who just sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “Come on, Sunshine.”
The shower is running when we pass the bathroom. I hope Em’s okay.
