Page 36 of Hat Trick
Yes.
Buy, sell, trade fucking plants.
We’ve had to drop plans multiple times and drive halfway across town to pick up a piece of a plant. It’s not even a full plant; it’s a damn piece of root or something that he’ll plant and baby until he has the thing snaking and wrapping up the wall. I’m pretty sure he’s doing some witchcraft over them or something, but I don’t have the evidence to prove that theory…
Yet.
It’s bizarre, but it’s what the man loves, so Emerson and I sit and watch him enjoy his plant babies as he heads straight to the kitchen sink to fill up his watering can that says, “My plants are my happy pills,” and Iwatch as he moves over to the hanging baskets by his balcony door.
He reaches up, and a sliver more of his stomach comes out of his cropped shirt, and I let out a low whistle. “You better put that slutty stomach away, or I won’t be controlling myself much longer.” Something about watching him care for a living thing while simultaneously showing me pieces of bare skin has me clenching my thighs together.
Even if that something is just a plant.
Emerson is leaning up against the island, one leg crossed over the other, openly appreciating the view of drunk Dom alongside me. I watch as his eyes rake up and down Dom’s gorgeous body. His ass in those jeans should be illegal, and don’t get me started on the dimples on his back that are out to play because the man can’t be bothered to pull his jeans up while he’s watering his plants. Emerson groans. “Dom, you keep taunting me with that ass, and I’m going to have to redden it.”
Dom looks over his shoulder and teases Emerson some more. “What you gonna do about it,Emmy?”
Oh he hates it when we call him that.
In what feels like half of a second, Emerson is crossing the room to Dom, pressing his front into Dom’s back, and I move over to the couch to get a better view of what’s about to go down. “What did I say about calling me that?”
“Hmmm…. I’m having a really hard time remembering,” Dom jokes, then moans as Emerson’s hand slides down the front of his jeans.
We had the best night tonight. Dom and I sang our hearts out until we shut down the bar. I even got Gigi up there with me once. It was genuinely the perfect night.
Once we dropped Gigi off at her apartment, we came straight here. We could’ve easily gone to my apartment right next door, but I didn’t want to traumatize Gigi with what I know is about to be a wild night of sex.
Or at least, that’s what I’m hoping.
Before I know it, Emerson’s knees hit the ground, and he’s unbuttoning Dom’s jeans like it’s his only mission on this planet. He doesn’t even pull them down his legs all the way, just enough to free his throbbing cock. They’re halfway down his ass, and the way the top of his cheeks are hanging over the waistband of his jeans, makes me want to crawl over there and bite it.
But I don’t.
Actually, I change my mind on what I want out of this night entirely.
I prop a pillow up behind me on the end of the couch, facing them. I spread my legs wide with my knees up, and I let my skirt ride up my thighs, baring my pussy to them.
“Lil, Honey, why so far away?” Dom asks with a pleading look in his eye. I watch those eyes roll to the back of his head as Emerson sucks him to the back of his throat. He starts pumping his hand up and down Dom’s soaked shaft in sync with his mouth, dare I say better than I ever could.
“I think I just want to watch you two tonight…” I hesitate a little. “If that’s okay with both of you.”
Emerson pops off of Dom’s cock to reassure me. “Of course you can watch, as long as you rub that pretty cunt while you do.” The smirk on that man’s lips before taking Dom back between them is just plain devious.
“Emerson, you look awfully pretty with my fat cock stretching that mouth open. Eyes watering for me, while you’re trying to hold back your gags.” Dom grabs the sides of his head while still looking down at him and starts controlling his movements more, going deeper and deeper. “Fuccckkk, I love when you’re on your knees for me.” Dom’s dirty talk in the heat of the moment may be my new favorite thing. Yeah, his audios are great, but nothing compares when you experience Dominic Foster in real life. Nothing I could hear through a set of headphones could top the real thing.
I hear Emerson’s whimper from Dom’s words and that has me picking up speed as I circle my clit, my release already near. Emerson has the same idea. Unbuttoning his jeans, he pulls out his cock. I can tell from here it’s painfully hard and leaking at the tip. I lick my lips, fighting the urge to walk across the room and take it into my mouth.
“Tap my leg if it’s too much,” Dom whispers. “But I know my man can take it.” He looks over to me and adds, “I want to hear you coming with me. Both of you.”
A chorus of whimpers is our only response, and Dom only uses that as fuel to his fire.
I love that both of them can be just as submissive asthey are dominant in the bedroom. There’s nothing more attractive to me than someone who knows exactly what they want and is not afraid to ask for it.
My kryptonite.
Emerson hums around Dom’s cock, the wet slurping sounds fill the otherwise quiet apartment. I don’t think I can handle it much longer, so I plead, “Em, make him come.Now.”
And fuck does he listen.
