Page 45 of Hat Trick
She nods. "In the shower." She adds. Fuck.
"You know you can't take a shower now without all three of us imagining you in there touching yourself. Every time you shower from now on we're all going to be hard."
Luca snorts. "Pavlov's shower."
In unison, he and Carter pull their dicks out of their sweatpants and start to stroke them. She gasps against me.
"You're a lucky girl." I croon, running my hands down her sides and around her hips. "They've got pretty dicks, don't they?"
I can't see her, but I can tell, she's biting her lower lip. "Mhm," she replies, continuing her slow torture on her clit.
"It seems to me they like looking at you, Ems. They like looking at you a lot." She doesn't reply. I can tell she's still at war with herself. She can clearly see how much they want her, but she has years of thinking she's undesirable. She'll be looking for some other explanation. I need something else. Some sort of proof.
"Luca. When was the first time you jacked off thinking about her?"
"The first night she was here."
She whimpers. There we go.
"Carter?"
"I wanted to the first night, but it felt wrong. I lasted about a week, though." Emily shimmies against me and picks up speed on her clit. The boys follow suit.
"Do you want to know about me? I was so angry at you when you first came. I was convinced you were going to ruin us all. But the day you FaceTimed Carter in the gym? Annie's first steps? I think that was it for me. That's when I finally gave up trying to resist you - when I realized it was a losing battle." I press my hard cock, straining behind my boxer briefs into her lower back.
She whimpers again and speeds up.
I grip her hips a little tighter, encouraging her to rock her pelvis and her ass against me.
"Now, I probably jack off to the thought of you three times a day, like a fucking teenager." I grunt. "Are you going to come for us? Show us how beautiful you are when you come?" She whines, her head resting against the crook of my shoulder.
She's panting and mewling now. Fuck, I wish I was in Luca or Carter's seat so I could get a front row view of Em touching herself, but that would have to wait another day.
"Yeah, you are. And Carter and Luca are going to come in their hands because they can't control themselves watching you." I pinch both of her nipples hard and she screams, coming, cresting over the edge and arching against me.
"Jesus Fucking Christ." Carter pants, coming.
Luca simply shouts his release. Emily collapses against me, breathing heavy, a light sheen of sweat covering her body. I gently pick up her hand in mine and bring her fingers to my mouth. I slide her fingers between my lips before she gasps and twists to watch me.
"Fuuucccckkkk, Princess," I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head. "You taste fucking incredible." Her cheeks are flushed, her mouth slightly open in shock, but she's never been more beautiful.
"Do you get it now? Do you understand how amazing you are? I mean, I'm willing to get down on my knees if you don't." She looks at me thoughtfully, between looking at Carter, who's wiping one hand with a handful of tissues while Luca does the same.
She shakes her head. "I...I think I understand that you guys find me attractive..." she says carefully, trying to express her thoughts. "I justthink...maybe I don't find myself attractive?" Fuck the douchebag who ever made her doubt herself.
We've made progress tonight. But it was only one night. It will take more for her to feel sexy herself. Tonight, I'm not sure how to make that happen, but I vow I'm going to try.
"You didn't come." She whispers, looking up at me.
"No, Princess." I say, kissing her hair. "But tonight was about you. I want fiery Emily. I want confident Emily. One that'll take a spanking and say 'please, sir, can I have some more'." I tease in a poor British accent. She snorts. I kiss her hair again.
"We'll get there. Spend the night with me?" I ask, kissing her lips now. She smiles and nods. The other two kiss her deeply before saying their 'goodnight's and leaving for their own rooms.
I turn off the lamp and pull her against me. She comes willingly. I love sassy Emily, but I love submissive Emily, too. Satiated, she complies easily. She rests her head in the hollow between my pec and my shoulder, one leg thrown over mine, while one hand rests on my bare chest. She idlily plays with my chest hair and I can't remember a time I've been more content.
"Thank you," she whispers, but it's almost a question. I know what she's thanking me for, but I debate my response. Fuck, I do this in hockey too. If the offense feigns left, do I follow, or rely on instinct? Do I drop low or go high? Do I know this player enough to anticipate what his favorite side is?
I squish her head against my chest and stay quiet. She giggles quietly and sighs contentedly. There's no reason for her to thank me so I'm not going to give it a response. Emily's incredible. Wounded, but incredible. She just needs to be reminded of it.
