Page 17 of Hat Trick
?1 The forbidden.
The one thing I’ve never experienced.
But we can talk about that in a second. Right now, I want to come. No, Ineedto come.
I tease a broody Emerson that’s staring at Dom, and I spread out on the bed. “Don’t be shy, bring me that cock up here, big boy.” And he obeys. My threesome dreams are coming true. If I could fist pump, I would, but they would probably think I’m losing it.
Actually, just Emerson. Dom would probably fist pump right along with me.
I flip over to my hands and knees so I can suck Emerson a little better, and instructDom, “Eat this cunt from the back like the good boy I know you are.” I give him a small shake of my ass, and he laughs.
But instead, he slides under me on his back and wraps his large hands around my hips. “Sit. I want to watch you swallow his cock while I eat.”
“Oh how the tables have… flipped, or whatever that saying is.” I laugh at myself, but that laugh turns into a gasp when he pulls me down onto his face and sucks my clit between his lips. The stubble lining his jaw and upper lip is giving the best stimulation between my thighs.
The man may be Palm University’s star goalie, but eating pussy is where he truly shines.
As I get lost in Dom’s glorious mouth and what it’s doing between my legs, Emerson climbs up to kneel on the bed. His leaking cock is right in front of my mouth, practically begging for me to suck it.
“Open that pretty mouth, Darlin’.” I look up at him, waiting, and he knows what I want. “Please?” Emerson asks in an exasperated tone.
I moan my response, “Mhm, that’s better.”
Dom grabs my hips and starts rocking me back and forth, which only spurs me on. Shamelessly I rub my cunt harder along Dom’s face, just like I know he loves.
Before I realize what’s happening, Dom has me on the brink of an orgasm.
Emerson can tell I’m right on the edge, and he growls, “Come on his face, brat.”
His words are what push me over the edge, and Dom is sure to lap up every ounce of my release.
Once I’m out of the orgasm haze, I look down at Dom as he licks his lips. He lifts me with his strong arms and slides himself up so his upper body is now under Emerson’s spread-out legs. He runs his hands over Emerson’s thighs, groaning. “This view will be ingrained in my head until the day I die.”
Now sitting on Dom’s stomach, I ask, “Since it’s only us…” My eyes bounce between both of them as their lust-filled stares snap in my direction. They’re silent for a moment, so I continue. “Right? I’ve only been with you two.”
“Yes, it’s only you two for me,” Dom reassures me.
“I haven’t been with anyone else in over a year. Before that, no one for much longer than I would like to admit…” Emerson says a lot shyer than I’ve ever heard him be. And fuck if seeing him momentarily nervous around me doesn’t give me butterflies.
I clear my throat. “Then, if you two are fine with it, I would like to be… bred and filled… or whatever it is you said earlier.” I look at Dom, hoping he knows I’m talking to him, but not wanting to say his name because of the recording.
I swear to god, growls come creeping up both of their throats before Emerson answers, “I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.”
“Neither have I,” Dom adds.
I fidget nervously on top of Dom, and he gives my thigh a reassuring squeeze. “Same. So this would be a first for all of us…”
I look up at Emerson to gauge where his head is,and he has a wicked gleam in his eyes. My eyes find Dom’s, and he has a matching expression. “I’m on the ring. So we are good in the pregnancy prevention department. Well, one out of every hundred, but that’s with any birth control, sadly,” I ramble, but it’s true. It’s the reason I have always used condoms. Plus you never know what kind of new STI is bouncing around, especially in a college town. And the last thing I want to sound like is someone who wants to “trap” anybody with a baby. Even though I know, if it came down to it, Emerson and Dom would step up if they had to. They’re those kinds of men.
In reality, it would be a bigger trap for me. Motherhood is nowhere near on my radar, especially as I watch Gigi handle her newborn son Charlie, all on her own. You’ll never catch me saying I don’t want kids because, well, you never know. But as a new business owner at twenty-two, that’s the last thing I need in my life right now.
Dom reads my facial expression, and asks, “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. Sorry, I was in la la land, imagining how bad being a single mother at this age would be.”
Emerson’s big hand grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him. “Listen to me this one time, Darlin’. You would never be a single mother if it were either of our babies.”
See, told you.
