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Dom moans from beneath me, and I can’t stop myself from panting, knowing this is about to be one of the hottest things I’ll ever get to witness.
As I spin around, Dom pulls me back to his lips, licking his release from my cunt like his life depends on it. My eyes land between his legs where Emerson is toying with the plug that been in his ass this whole time. I don’t know how Emerson didn’t come while they were in me at the same time, but his cock is leaking, hanging heavy between his legs.
Dom is already starting to get hard again, and this sight will be ingrained in my mind for the rest of my life. I feel my clit get sucked in between his lips, and I try to buck away, but his hands are wrapped around my thighs like a vise.
Emerson finally pulls the plug free and tosses it to my floor. Like Emerson has a string pulling him to Dom, the two of them so perfectly in sync, he doesn’t waste another moment before notching his cock at Dom’s back entrance and pushing inside of him. The humming and vibration that is leaving Dom andtraveling to my already sensitive clit, has me screaming out in pleasure.
Emerson begins pounding into him. Using him for exactly what he needs—hitting Dom’s prostate at the perfect angle with every thrust. “This ass is everything. You’re taking me like such a good little whore.”
Dom’s mouth pulls away from my clit long enough to get the next couple of words out. “Fill me up, Emerson.”
“Fucckk.” Emerson groans, and Dom is quick to pull my throbbing clit back between his lips, as Emerson’s movements begin to stutter. When I feel his teeth graze against the swollen bundle of nerves, I’m gone.
On another planet.
No… another universe.
Emerson does what Dom wanted. He fills him, his moans of pleasure echoing off every surface of my bedroom as I climb off to lie on the bed. As I stare up at the ceiling, coming down from all of the emotions and bliss, I find myself thinking that absolutely nothing could be better than this.
1 Tidal Wave - Chase Atlantic
CHAPTER 38
FIRST, COFFEE
DOMINIC
Idon’t want to move.
For the first time in I don’t even know how long, the sun has just risen and I don’t want to get out of bed. The alarm on my phone never went off—not that I ever really need it—because I never got a chance to plug the thing in last night. It was only at ten percent after the game. Surely it’s sitting in my duffle bag completely dead. I should probably get up and charge it. Get a start on breakfast, but…
I can’t move.
I want to lie here. Trapped between the two of them, Lil’s leg draped over mine with her head on my chest and Emerson’s arm over me as his fingers lay splayed across my stomach. The three of us crammed together on Lil’s tiny queen-sized bed. There’s not a sound to be heard out Lil’s apartment window. No birds. No sprinklers. No cars. And the only thing to be heard inside isthe sound of their soft snores on either side of me. No sounds of breakfast being made. No music being played. Nothing. Just silence.
I’m uncomfortable. I’m hot. And the silence makes it all even worse.
Yet… I still don’t want to move.
I want to remain trapped here. Forever in their hold.
Because despite my freak out last night during our game, I realized something as I sat in Lil’s room, listening to the sounds of Emerson making her come from the other room.
I wouldn’t be panicking if the deal wasn’t already done.
I love Emerson.
I’ve loved him for years. He’s been my person for as long as I can remember. The two of us are so connected we breathe in sync. But now… now I need his breath as if it were my own. I need him, to beme.
And Lil.
Fuck.
I didn’t want to love her. But I’ve never been with someone so capable of making me feel complete.
If Emerson is the breath in my lungs, Liliana is the heart that beats in my chest.
I’m panicked because, without me even realizing, they have slowly become the best parts of me.
