Ash is the first to move, and he lets go of Embry’s hand, gesturing towards the large bed at the end of the room. Embry nods wordlessly, and they both lead me back to the bed, each one holding one of my hands. I have to remind myself to breathe, seeing both of these powerful men in front of me, muscled arms straining against their shirts as they tug me to the bed. Together.
We reach the bed, and Ash turns me to face Embry.
“Kiss her,” he orders his friend softly.
And Embry, looking like a sinner already in hell, cups my face in his hands and does as the President asks. When his lips brush against mine, I taste scotch and need, but he’s too eager to stay on the surface for long, parting my lips with his own and licking into my mouth with searing intensity, making me stumble back.
Ash catches me, positioning me so I can rest against his chest as Embry kisses me like he’ll never be able to kiss me again. I feel a tugging in my hair and I understand why Ash had me face Embry: he wanted to pull the elegant ballet bun loose and have my hair down and available for him. It spills over my shoulders in silky waves as Embry continues to ravish my mouth, his tongue firm and seeking, his breaths in between kisses fast and desperate.
We didn’t kiss earlier today, I realize. This is our first kiss since Chicago.
I’ve waited five years for this man, and he kisses me like he’s waited one hundred and five years to kiss me.
There must be a signal I don’t see, because then Embry pulls away and Ash is coaxing me onto the bed, onto my back. The men lay on either side of me, propped up on their elbows, stretched out in long lines of muscle and expensive fabric.
And I forget to breathe again.
Ash reaches over me and takes Embry’s hand, and Embry lets out a low groan as Ash guides his hand to my leg and presses it against my calf. Slowly—so slowly that I think I might perish—Ash moves Embry’s hand higher and higher and higher, lingering at the lacy tops of my stockings, and then moving up to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. The sight of both of them reaching under my skirt, my husband forcing his best friend to touch my pussy, threatens to rip the breath right from me, and when I feel the tangle of warm, blunt fingertips against my quivering flesh, I come to life, gasping in a breath and spreading my legs.
Ash smiles down at me. “What do you want, angel?”
“We’ll give it to you,” Embry whispers. “We’ll give you anything you want.”
I chew on my lip a moment, hoping he means that. Because I want to be finger-fucked and eaten, I really do, but there’s something I want even more than that. Something I haven’t had before. “I want to see what happens when you two do more than kiss.”
“Oh really?” Ash asks, and two thick fingers slide inside me. I sigh happily. “Would that turn you on?”
“You have no idea.”
“I might have some idea. Feel how wet she is, Embry. Feel it.” A third finger, this one from a different hand, slides in and my hips lift off the bed at the sensation.
Embry nuzzles his face into my neck, I think at first to kiss me. But as the seconds pass with his lips lingering on my neck, I begin to wonder if it’s because he’s nervous about kissing Ash.
“Embry,” I murmur. “Let me see you and Ash together. Let me have that.”
And when he lifts his head, I see his eyes are glassy again, like melting glacier ice. His hand leaves me and he gets to a kneeling position. Ash mirrors him, and I’m the luckiest woman in the whole goddamn world to be witnessing the President of the United States deliberately palming his cock through his pants as the Vice President watches with his lip between his teeth.
“I’m sorry,” Embry finally says. His voice is throttled, his eyes glazed with unshed tears. “I’m sorry I said no. I never stopped loving you. I just wanted to do the right thing.”
“You’re here now,” Ash answers gruffly, one hand still on his erection as his other reaches for Embry’s shirt. “You’re here now.”
I think they’re going to kiss, that they’re going to come crashing together over me in a tangle of muscle and long-stifled desire, but they don’t. Instead, Embry traces Ash’s mouth with his forefinger—the finger that was just inside me. And then he pushes it past Ash’s lips.
Ash sucks on the finger, shoving two of his own in Embry’s mouth, the two that he felt my wetness with, and I watch them as they lick the taste of my cunt from each other’s fingers the same way I’d lick melted chocolate from my own. Ash’s eyelids are hooded as Embry takes his fingers deep into his mouth, and Embry is breathing hard at the sight of his own finger between Ash’s lips. He lets his hand fall free, and then suddenly the kiss happens, fast and hard like a clap of lightning.
“Ash,” Embry breathes. “Oh, Ash.”
Ash grunts in response, leaning into Embry’s neck and biting the mark he made earlier. Embry practically buckles in response, and then Ash is off the bed and hauling Embry off too. Ash kisses him again, this time pressing the length of his body against Embry’s. They are thigh to thigh, stomach to stomach, chest to chest, and I can tell the moment their cocks brush against each other’s because they both let out identical noises, twin unfs of helpless pleasure. Embry’s hands are all over Ash—fumbling with his vest buttons and shirt buttons—while Ash is the one holding Embry’s neck, his other hand running possessive lines up and down Embry’s back that make Embry shiver.
Ash moves his attention to Embry’s throat again, and Embry’s eyes close. And then fly open in near-agony as Ash presses his wide palm to Embry’s cock.
“Jesus,” Embry moans, pushing against Ash’s hand. “Jesus, that feels good.”
“You like that?” growls Ash. “You like having my hand on you?”
Embry nods, his mouth opening to make words, but they don’t come out. And I’ve gone from lying on the bed to kneeling, fighting the urge to run my fingers over my clit as I watch. I want to spend all my orgasms all on their bodies, not waste one on my own. But fuck it’s hard to hold back, especially with the rough way Ash rubs Embry, rougher than I would ever dare to be with a man.
And Ash is different with Embry than he is with me, not just rougher but faster and more demanding, like he’s less afraid of hurting Embry than he is of hurting me. He fists a hand in his best friend’s hair and yanks him down to his knees, while his other hand undoes his fly in a few jerky, savage motions. Embry and I exhale in unison as he draws out his erection, which so hard that the skin on his shaft looks shiny. There’s already pre-cum beaded at the top of the swollen, fat tip. His cock is so obscene like this, framed by his tuxedo pants, dark and hungry as it bobs in front of another man’s mouth.
And that other man opens his mouth obediently, training his eyes on Ash’s. Ash waits a moment, one hand in Embry’s hair, the other on his own cock, looking like some sort of vengeful king meting out the most humiliating justice possible. And then he shoves his penis down Embry’s throat without warning, without mercy, drawing out only when he feels like it and pushing in as hard and as fast as he likes.
“Pull yours out,” Ash tells Embry. “Pull it out and rub it while you suck me.”
Embry does as he’s told, unfastening his pants and tugging them down far enough past his hips that he can expose himself. His dick is hard and shiny like Ash’s, slightly more slender with a slightly less flared helmet, but just as long and veined and hungry.
My mouth waters, and I slide one leg off the bed to move closer, to see how Embry would taste, but Ash’s voice stops me in my tracks. “Stay there, little princess.”
“But—”
“This little show is for you, remember?” He turns his gaze away from Embry’s handsome lips wrapped around his dick and looks at me. “I will tie you to that bed if you can’t follow directions. Understood?”
I pout. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girls get rewarded, Greer. And bad girls get what’s coming to them. Just remember that.”
“And what exactly do the bad girls have coming to them?” I ask a little coyly, fluttering my eyelashes.
Embry laughs around Ash’s cock, and it must feel good because Ash swears violently and then narrows his eyes at both of us. “Behave.”
Reluctantly, I obey, sitting back on my heels in a pile of lace and silk and watching Embry stroke himself as Ash mercilessly fucks his mouth. And as abruptly as he pulled Embry to his knees, he forces him back to his feet and pulls him into a wet, searching kiss.
And then he wraps both of their cocks in his huge hand and squeezes them together.
“Holy shit,” Embry mumbles, breaking away from the kiss and dropping his head onto Ash’s shoulder. “Fuck.”
Ash says nothing, but his jaw is clenched tight as he begins to work his hand up and down their dicks, the undersides and heads slippery and rubbing against each other with each punishing pull of Ash’s hand.
Embry is mumbling feverishly into Ash’s neck and Ash is nodding at his words, but his hand doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow or slacken its grip. He jacks off those two cocks as easily as if it were just his own, and more and more pre-cum comes out as he works, making things slippy. Messy.
Neither of them mind the messy, the slippy, the bare biology of stimulation and compression and release. Instead, Embry is rocking into Ash’s grip, moaning into his shoulder, and Ash is staring down at the two cocks in his hand like he’s never seen anything like it, like he’s awed and humbled at the same time.
And me? I’m as tight as a snare drum, my cunt so hot and aching that it feels like a wound between my legs. It’s beyond sexy or sexual, those words are for a different woman in a different place. This is pure physiological need, this is body instead of mind, this is feeling without thinking.
“I’m gonna come,” Embry says, his voice muffled by Ash’s neck. “I’m gonna come.”
“Me too, little prince,” Ash says, almost soothingly. “It’s okay. Just let it happen. Just give it to me.”
God. Does it get any fucking better than this?
Also, it’s the first time I’ve ever heard him call Embry that, little prince, and it makes me wonder about all the times he calls me little princess. Which of us got our name first, I wonder, and where did the nicknames even come from? And then I decide I don’t care. I like that Embry and I are the little prince and little princess, the king’s matched set of consorts. I like that we belong to Ash, that our names belong to Ash, that he considers us special and royal and apart from everyone else, but still miles below him, at least in the bedroom.
And Embry must like it too, because Ash murmurs, it’s okay, little prince, you don’t have to be strong anymore, and Embry erupts with a pained cry, shooting thick, pulsing spurts over Ash’s fist. Ash strokes up once, strokes down once, goes up one more time, and then he gives a soft grunt and ejaculates onto his semen-covered fist, his other hand reaching for Embry’s hair and pinning Embry’s face against his neck as he shudders his release all over his hand and Embry’s flesh. And then he pulls Embry’s face to his, rewarding his little prince with soft, sweet kisses even as their cocks still twitch in his hand.
Embry moans into the kisses, clutching his fingers into Ash’s shirt, and it’s such a moment of extreme vulnerability, these men with their sticky, softening flesh and open, history-laden eyes, that I almost feel guilty watching this moment, more so than any other moment that led up to it.
I don’t stop watching, though.
When they pull apart they both look at me, pupils wide and lips parted. I crawl up to the edge of the bed, and Ash says in a voice so even and calm you’d think nothing had even happened, “It’s up to you, little princess. What happens next?”
I run my tongue along my teeth as I think. “Can you take off your clothes and then come back to bed?”
Embry nods dazedly while Ash smiles. “Your wish is our command, angel.”
They both head into the bathroom, and I hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor and the sink running, and then they both come back out, cleaned off and completely naked. Even with their recently-sated cocks swinging heavily between their legs, they’re still deliciously hard and male otherwise. Wide shoulders and tapered waists, notched lines of muscle along their stomachs. Both men have that perfect trail of hair leading from their flat navels to their dicks, Embry’s a dark brown and Ash’s a jet black, and they both have long legs that look carved from stone.
I watch happily as they stalk toward the bed, their eyes on me, and when they reach me, I press a hand to each of their chests, feeling powerful and powerless all at once.
“I should tell you that I’ve never done this before,” I joke.
“Neither have I,” Ash says, and though he’s smiling back at me, his voice is serious.
I look between the two of them. “You two never…shared a woman before?”
“We’ve never shared a woman, and I’ve never been in bed with more than one person,” Ash says. He glances over at Embry, who still seems slightly come-drunk from his release at Ash’s hand.
“I have, um, been in bed with more than one person,” Embry admits, a little sheepishly.
But I’m not jealous—at least for now. I’m curious. I let my hand drift down from his chest to circle his navel. “And was it ever like this? Two men and one woman?”
Embry’s beginning to breathe faster, his blue eyes cloudy. “Yes.”
“Hmm.” My hand drifts lower, following that trail of hair all the way down to the thick root of his penis. He shudders as my playful fingers walk their way around him, stroke along his testicles and probe the sensitive skin of his perineum. “Did you like it?”
His breath catches as I press a gentle knuckle into the soft patch of skin below his scrotum. “Yes.”
“Did you make her come?”
My hand moves back to his shaft, which is thickening and growing once again. Embry’s head drops back. “Fuck. Yes, I made her come.”
“You made it feel good?”
“So good,” he chokes out. I’m squeezing his crown now, feeling him stiffen and fatten in my hand. “So fucking good.”
“Are you going to make me feel good?”
“Shit yes, I am,” he growls.
Ash’s hand circles behind me, sliding down my back and rucking up my skirt to grab my ass. “What do you want, Greer?” he asks gruffly. “What do you want us to do?”
I look up at him, at the tension lining his shoulders and neck, at the semi-hard cock slowly growing between his legs, and I know that it’s taking everything he has not to take charge. Not to simply throw his little princess and his little prince down and do whatever he likes with them.
As if he knows what I’m thinking, he pulls me closer, pressing me into his chest. “This is a big step,” he murmurs. “I’m asking a lot of you tonight, and I want you to feel safe, if not comfortable.”
Just like our first time.
But unlike our first time, I realize there are a couple things that I genuinely wouldn’t be ready for if they happened, along with a couple things I really need.
“I want you to take charge,” I tell him. I’m still stroking Embry’s cock as Ash and I talk, and I can tell Embry’s struggling to focus on the conversation happening in front of him instead of on the small hand fisting his length. “But I want…”
I bite my lip. I’ve never had to set boundaries with Ash before, I’ve always been able to fling myself right into his depraved claws and know that my safe word was enough, and I find that it’s hard to actually say the words out loud.
“You have limits,” he finishes for me softly. “Of course, angel. What do you need?”
I feel shy as I say this, although that’s fucking ridiculous given the circumstances—these men have seen every part of me there is to see. What can I possibly have to feel shy about? “We haven’t done anal yet. And I don’t know if I can do my first time with two men…” I blush “…you know. Inside.”
“That’s a good idea,” Embry agrees hazily. He raises his arm to slide around my back, and then he’s grabbing my ass along with Ash. I feel his fingertip graze the small rosette between my cheeks and I shiver. “No one’s been inside here?”
I shiver again as he presses against it. “Ash…Ash licked me there. And his finger…oh—” Embry’s finger breaches me as I talk. “But he hasn’t fucked it.”
“Yet,” Ash adds in a voice full of dark desire.
“Fuck,” Embry says, pushing his finger in to the knuckle. I arch in pleasure-pain. “I can’t fucking wait. But if we’re going to make it feel good for your first time, we’ll have to do it right. Just one inside at a time. And then—” the finger goes deeper, and I have to let go of his cock and put a hand on his chest so I don’t fall over “—we can work you up to taking us both at once. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I gasp, and then his finger is gone, swatted away by Ash.
“No playing while she sets her limits,” he scolds and then turns back to me. “What else, little princess?”
I look back at him and then to Embry, and my voice is very small when I say, “I want you both to hold me and kiss me. I know there will be times when we’re rough with each other, when we’re fast and dirty and there’s nothing romantic about it at all. But it’s my wedding night tonight, and I just want…I don’t know. I want to feel like a bride. I want to feel cherished.”
There was nothing else I could have said that would have had such an impact. Ash seizes my waist and yanks me close, burying his face in my hair as Embry drops his head on my shoulder with a noise that sounds ripped from his chest.
“Oh princess,” Ash says roughly. “I vow to God that we will make you feel cherished. We’ll make our bride feel loved and perfect.”
Embry makes another helpless noise at our bride, and so do I, the idea of being a bride to both of these men heartbreakingly joyful and arousing.
“My sweet angel,” Ash murmurs in my hair, still holding me tight. He almost sounds near tears. “Without a second thought, I would have given you half my kingdom had you asked. But you asked for the one thing I most desperately want to give you.” His lips press into my hair and then he steps back, scrubbing a hand through his hair and chewing on his lip. I see the moment he goes from vulnerable to strong, from gutted by my honest request to taking charge to see my wishes carried out.
He snaps his fingers and I scramble off the bed to kneel at his feet. “Stay here,” he orders, his eyes twinkling even though his face is serious. “I have to take a meeting with the expert.”
He and Embry step away toward the window and begin talking together in low voices. I only catch a few words, but it seems like he’s asking Embry questions and Embry is answering. I hear the words both and comes first to get her as wet as possible and it should be you, you know it should be.
And then Ash turns and walks over to the large armchair on the other side of the room, taking a seat with his bare feet planted firmly on the floor and his thighs spread wide. Even naked, he looks regal and kingly, his hard cock reaching up to his navel and resting against his belly, the sack below his penis large and heavy-looking.
“Crawl,” he instructs.
I crawl.
In my wedding dress, with Embry trailing like some sort of palace knight behind me, I crawl to my lord and master, hyperaware of every sensation. The diamonds still heavy in my ears, the sound of lace and tulle rustling along the carpet, the prickling awareness of Embry stalking along behind me, as if to make sure I don’t escape.
Like this, it’s easy to pretend that I am some sort of captured princess being hauled before her captor-king, or the bride in an arranged marriage facing the tyrant she now belongs to. A frisson of excited fear shoots down my spine at the thought.
Leave it to Ash to cherish me by making me crawl.
When I reach his feet, I know better than to look up at him. Instead, I gracefully settle back onto my knees, my toes tucked together underneath my dress and my arms behind my back in a box position. I keep my eyes down, even though I know the slightest flick upwards would reward me with the sight of that thick, delicious cock and those hard, hair-dusted thighs.
I stare at the carpet.
“She’s well-trained,” Embry remarks.
“Well, she wanted to be trained, unlike other people I know.” The words are pointed. Then I feel his finger on my chin. I look up and meet his eyes, the color of sharp bottle glass. “On your feet, princess.”
I rise, feeling the expensive skirts of the dress unfold around me as I do.
“Beautiful,” is all he says. And then his gaze moves to Embry. “Undress her for me.”
Embry obeys, his fingers easily working through the buttons and laces at the back of my gown, plucking them loose and freeing them. The dress opens up in back, and habit causes me to put my hands on the bodice to keep it from falling. Embry forces them both down and then roughly tugs the dress down past the petticoat underneath, tossing the gown carelessly aside. The petticoat comes next and then I’m standing there wearing only my corset, my stockings and my garter belt.
“The corset too,” Ash says. “I want to see her breasts.”
Embry unlaces the corset as easily as he did my dress, making me wonder how much practice he’s had getting women out of outfits like this. And then I decide I don’t want to know.
The corset loosens and is peeled away, revealing my breasts, which are high and firm and aching. My nipples, already tight little furls, grow even tighter in the cool air, under the gaze of both these men.
Ash’s cock jumps at the sight, but he seems otherwise unaffected, and his voice is casual when he says, “Turn around, princess. Just like that. You really are so beautiful.”
When I’m facing him again, he lifts a finger and gestures to Embry. “Show me her pussy.”
I shiver as I feel Embry press against me, his cock so hot against my hip it feels like it could brand my skin. He hooks a hand behind one knee, lifting it up and then spreading me wide, so that I’m balanced on the ball of my foot while Ash leans forward to inspect my cunt. He doesn’t say anything, just looks and probes with two indifferent fingers.
“Hold still,” Embry whispers in my ear. “Because if he likes what he sees, he’ll put his cock in you. Would you like that?”
I nod, whimpering as Ash continues his nonchalant inspection of my cunt. His fingers make a wide vee and separate my folds while he reaches up with his other hand to pull back the skin of my clitoral hood, exposing the swollen bud underneath. He presses a thumb against it—doesn’t rub it or strum it, just presses—and I practically collapse. Embry keeps me upright.
“Responsive,” Ash comments, removing his thumb and fingers. I moan at the loss.
“Would you like me to see if she’s wet inside?” Embry asks.
Ash leans back and gives an indifferent nod. Only the painful-looking throb of his cock and the heat in his eyes tell me that he’s only playing a game, setting a scene, pushing all of my buttons in exactly the way only he knows how.
Embry reaches around from behind me, still keeping my leg slung over his other arm, and slides his hand over my mound. The moment he makes contact with my pubic bone, I whimper. The moment he pushes two fingers inside me, I cry out, reaching back and grabbing at his neck for balance.
‘Oh yes,’ Embry rasps. ‘She’s wet.’
‘Wet enough for my cock?’
‘Most certainly.’
Ash purses his lips and thinks for a moment, then says, ‘You have ten seconds to get her dripping.’
I don’t understand what he means, but Embry does, setting my leg down and dropping to his knees in front of me. Without so much as a glance upwards, he presses his face into my cunt and begins licking me. Long, flat strokes, the apex of each stroke ending with a gentle suckle of my clit. My hands go to Embry’s hair at the same time my eyes go to Ash’s face, and for the moment, the mask has dropped and I see exactly how he feels. On the arm of the chair, his hand is clenched into an angry fist and his jaw is tight with restraint. But the slit at the top of that perfect dick is glistening with pearly drops of arousal and his pulse is pounding in his neck and those green eyes finally meet mine with searing, furnace-like love.
‘Show me your wedding ring,’ he commands. ‘Show it to me.’
I slide my left hand over the top of Embry’s head so Ash can see the ring.
‘Whom do you belong to?’
‘You, Mr. President.’
‘You’re fucking right about that. Ten seconds are up,’ Ash says. ‘She better be soaking wet.’
Embry pulls back with a reluctant groan. ‘She is. I made sure of it.’
‘Good.’ Ash spreads his legs a little wider. ‘Put her on top of me. And then put my cock inside her.’
The color is back on Embry’s cheeks, color that I know is mirrored on my own cheeks, and I feel his hands shaking as he tentatively brackets my waist.
Ash makes an impatient noise. ‘Now. I’m not accustomed to waiting.’
Embry’s hands tighten on me and then I’m being lifted onto Ash’s lap, as easily as if I were a doll. He arranges me so that I’m straddling Ash’s hips, and even raised up like this, I can feel the heat rolling off Ash’s erection. It takes everything I have not to reach down and impale myself on the perfect member right now.
Embry goes down to one knee, biting his lip as he keeps one hand on my waist and drops the other to fist Ash’s girth. With a shuddering breath, he brushes the tip of Ash’s cock against the lips of my pussy until he finds the wet, inflamed flesh of my entrance. And with no warning, I’m shoved down onto the huge cock, the invasion so sudden and so big that sparks of pain fly through my chest, stealing my breath.
‘Oh, now that is some good pussy,’ Ash says with a groan, his hips shifting underneath me. ‘Make her come on me,’ he tells Embry. ‘I want to feel what it’s like when she comes.’
Embry’s trembling hands return, this time to my hips, and he slowly moves me back and forth on top of Ash. ‘Lean forward,’ he says in a ragged voice. ‘It will rub your clit against his body.’
I do as Embry says, glancing back over my shoulder to see him. His normally perfect hair is tousled and messy from my hands and Ash’s hands, and there’s sweat gathering along the lines of his clavicle and in the furrowed lines of his stomach. His face is like it was that night in Chicago—gone. Lost. Swallowed up by his own lust. I can tell that following Ash’s commands takes all of his focus, and Ash must be able to tell too because he says, ‘You’re doing such a good job, my little prince. You’re making me so proud.’
Embry’s hands tremble even more, but he keeps at his task, moving my hips and fucking Ash’s cock with my pussy. I feel like a toy or a sex doll, a tool, an extension of Embry’s body, and the feeling is deeply, awfully thrilling. To be just a thing to these men, just a tight pussy, the thing they use to relieve their needs—the thought sends knots of lust pulling deep in my belly, right where Ash’s thick cock rubs mercilessly against my womb.
‘Does it hurt, Embry?’ Ash asks softly. He looks meaningfully down at where Embry’s dark red cock is leaking in long drops. ‘Do you wish you could touch it? Just once?’
Embry drops his head against his chest. A single nod.
‘She feels so good,’ Ash says, with just a hint of cruelty in his face as he does. ‘You did such a good job making her wet for me. You’re moving her so good on top of me. It’s too bad you can’t feel it too.’
‘You’re mean,’ Embry whispers. ‘I forgot how mean you could be without even raising a hand.’ But he doesn’t sound hurt. He sounds like Ash’s meanness is water in a desert, like he can’t get enough.
‘You better make her come fast, Embry. It would be embarrassing if you came without even being touched, wouldn’t it? You want to save your seed for her pussy, don’t you?’
‘Jesus,’ Embry grinds out. ‘Jesus, Ash.’
But then he’s moving my hips harder, helping me fuck Ash while Ash tucks his hands behind his head and watches the two of us work my cunt on his cock like he’s watching the evening news.
Embry knows instinctively what I need, not a fast up-and-down but a rolling grind back and forth, and between Ash’s hard cock against my womb and the grind of my clit and seeing Ash so aloof and detached and in complete Dominant mode, it doesn’t take long before that lust finally knots itself so tightly that it breaks.
‘You’re getting tighter,’ Ash remarks, a flicker of interest in his eyes as he looks down at where we’re joined. ‘Are you going to come on me?’
I nod, unable to find words, unable to find the strength to do anything but grab onto the arms of the chair as the climax tears loose inside of me. I grind myself down as far as I can go, feeling Ash’s testicles against the cradle of my ass, desperate for that hard presence inside of me, that hard spear piercing right through the epicenter of my need. And Ash, who can read my body better than I can read my own, leans forward and wraps his arms around me, pulling me down onto him as he thrusts up.
Both Embry and Ash are holding me in place as I shudder and quake uncontrollably, holding me pinned against Ash so that there’s no escaping the overwhelming pleasure, the vicious waves of heat racing down to my toes and up to the top of my scalp. ‘Ash,’ I gasp. ‘Embry. Oh God. Oh my God.’
It’s there on Ash’s cock, it’s everywhere that I have nerve endings, and it holds me tighter even than my men are holding me. And as I come down, I see that Ash’s jaw is clenched tight and his eyes bright, and then Embry is reaching underneath us, and I feel him circle Ash’s testicles and tug them down.
‘Shit,’ Ash hisses. ‘Fuck.’
But slowly, agonizingly, I feel him relax underneath me, his stomach unknotting and his face losing that taut expression of pain.
‘Ouch,’ he finally says, with a laugh, his laugh jabbing his cock into my still tender cunt. ‘Thanks for that.’
‘You deserved it after teasing me about coming early,’ Embry sniffs.
And then I’m pulled off Ash’s cock and swept into his arms. He carries me so easily, his strong arms like steel underneath me. ‘You aren’t going to come?’ I ask fuzzily, still dazed from my orgasm.
‘Oh, I am, doll. All three of us are going to come again. But that was to warm you up for the real show.’
‘The real show?’ I ask, confused, as he lays me carefully on the bed. And then he climbs in next to me and I feel Embry on my other side, two hot-blooded parentheses surrounding my naked body. ‘Oh,’ I say, breathing hard. ‘I see.’
‘Yes,’ Embry says, turning me so that I’m facing Ash. Embry nuzzles the back of my neck. ‘I told Ash you’d need to come first. We both thought that little scene might set you off nicely.’
I blush.
Ash moves closer to me, running a hand from the nip of my waist to the curve of my hip. ‘Don’t be embarrassed, angel. I know exactly how you need to be cherished.’ And then he pulls my leg up to his hip, opening up my wet pussy. He doesn’t enter me though. Instead, he uses my leg to pull me so close that our bodies are completely pressed together, his erection crushed against my belly, my breasts crushed against his chest, and then our lips meet in a scorching kiss.
‘My wife,’ he murmurs against my lips. ‘My little princess.’
His mouth is demanding, needy, and as soon as I think I’ve adjusted to the sensation of his firm tongue sliding against mine, I feel Embry’s mouth on my neck. His cock is pressed against my ass, his hips grinding it into the peach-like skin there, and his hands are everywhere—forcing their way between Ash and me to roughly palm my breast or reaching over my leg to pluck at my clit or spanking my ass with hard, sporadic spanks that made me gasp and grunt into Ash’s mouth.
And then the two of them show me the meaning of the word cherish. My hair is coiled around hands and kissed from the ends to the roots. My stomach is caressed and my back is rubbed, my thighs are chafed while my feet and hands are massaged. My lips are gently bitten and kissed by one male mouth while another mouth marks love behind my knees and on the small of my back and behind my ear. My nipples are sucked, both at once, by mouths so soft and warm, and those mouths move to my inner thighs, biting and kissing and nibbling. Those same inner thighs are chafed and teasingly scratched with stubble as the men fight over my pussy, both of them taking turns suckling my clit and tongue-fucking my channel and tracing letters of love across all the wet, swollen flesh. The sight of those heads wrestling for space and impatiently nudging each other out of the way sends my toes curling.
Time disappears, becomes nothing, and there’s only them. My men. My husband and his best friend, the President and the Vice President, two ex-soldiers who couldn’t help falling in love with each other.
Who couldn’t help falling in love with the same woman.
Twice they bring me to the brink of orgasm, and twice they back off, their hands and mouths suddenly preoccupied with sucking my fingers or tugging my hair, and by the time they move back up to their original positions—Embry behind me and Ash in front—I’m squirming and bothered and mindless with need. You could have asked me any question, and I wouldn’t have known the answer. The only word I can remember is more.
More
and more
and more…
More hands. More stubble. More quiet grunts and insatiable mouths. I need it all, want it all, will die without it, and it’s at that moment that Ash slings my leg back over his hip and brushes his lips across mine.
‘Okay,’ he says, his eyes on me but his voice directed at Embry. ‘It’s time, little prince.’
‘Thank you,’ Embry breathes. He presses so close behind me that I can feel the rough hair of his thigh against the back of mine. And then he reaches down, and with a groan that I can feel all the way down to my toes, he guides himself to my pussy, all eight straight inches sliding in with one thick thrust.
I come immediately. I’m so on edge, so wound up from the last however many minutes and hours of their attention, that the second I feel Embry inside of me after all these years, I release.
‘Oh fuck, Greer,’ Embry groans in my ear as I convulse around him. Ash is chuckling to himself as he kisses my face and neck. Embry thrusts in deeper, my ass smashed against his hips, and he holds himself still so he can feel each flutter and wave of my walls. ‘I’ve been waiting so long,’ he says breathlessly. ‘So long to feel you come around my cock again. So long to fuck you. And oh God, it’s so much better than I remembered.’
The pulses eventually stop, and then Ash kisses my forehead. ‘I’m going to finger you while Embry is inside of you, okay?’
‘Okay,’ I say, so languid and limp after my climax that I’ll agree to anything.
‘It will be uncomfortable at first,’ Embry warns in my ear. ‘But we’ll go slow and we’ll make it good for you.’
‘I’ll be checking in with you,’ Ash says. ‘This is…new. For everyone except Embry at least.’
I feel Ash’s fingers against my clit, rubbing past the too-sensitive flesh and making me jolt as he finds the place where Embry’s flesh meets my own. Embry grunts and I know that Ash is doing something to him that I can’t see, something that makes the man behind me stiffen and growl. ‘If you want me to last,’ he grits out, ‘you’re going to have to stop that.’
Ash gives a dark little laugh and returns his attention to me, pushing one finger inside of me. ‘That’s not so—oh fuck.’ Ash added two more fingers in the middle of my sentence, and now my back is arching, my body bucking automatically to get away from the foreign pressure.
‘Talk to me, angel,’ Ash says calmly. ‘Open your eyes and talk to me.’
I didn’t even realize my eyes were closed. I open them and try to find the breath to speak, reaching past the pain swirling behind my sternum. ‘It’s uncomfortable,’ I manage. ‘Embry was right.’
‘It will get better,’ Embry assures me. ‘But if you need to stop or take a breather, just say the word.’
But I don’t want to say the word. I want to have both of them inside of me, I want to have a moment where all three of us are completely joined. Ash presses his forehead to mine, looking at me through his long, dark eyelashes. ‘Breathe with me,’ he coaches quietly. ‘Follow my breathing.’
It’s nearly impossible, but I manage it, I manage to bring a breath deep into my stomach and slowly let it out, mimicking Ash’s exaggerated breaths. And as I breathe and the pain gradually turns into something else, Ash moves his hand so that his thumb can rub against my clit while his fingers massage the spongy front wall of my channel.
‘Oh,’ I exhale. ‘Oh God.’
‘There you go,’ Embry croons. ‘That’s not so bad now, is it?’
‘No.’ I shake my head a bunch of times and both men laugh. ‘Not so bad at all.’
‘I’m adding my last finger now,’ Ash warns me. ‘Keep breathing into your stomach and try to hold still.’
It’s to the point where I can’t discern what flesh is finger and what flesh is cock, there’s only the pressure and the pain and the orgasm lurking out of sight, feeding off of both. But I keep breathing and I hold still, and as Embry nuzzles the nape of my neck and Ash keeps his forehead against mine, the sharp pain fades away, leaving behind the pleasure, now stronger than ever.
Embry drops a kiss on my shoulder. ‘Greer, it’s going to be tighter when he puts his cock inside of you, but not that much tighter. It will be just like this, where the pain is followed by pleasure, but it’s easiest if you hold still. Do you think you can do that?’
I feel drunk. Or drugged. Or maybe this is just what joy feels like, a thick cock and an extra four fingers. ‘I don’t know,’ I reply shakily.
‘Okay,’ Embry says soothingly. ‘That’s okay. We can help you hold still. Would you like that?’
‘I—I think so.’
‘Okay, sweetheart. We’re right here with you, okay? You just keep talking to us, and tell us if you need to pause for a moment. We’re right here with you and—’ His voice gets thicker, rougher. “—And we love you. We’re going to take care of you.’
I give a dazed nod, and both of them move to wrap their arms around me, Embry’s arms tight around my waist and Ash’s wrapped around Embry’s shoulders, pinning me fast between them. My face is in Ash’s neck and Embry’s face is in the back of mine, and there’s nowhere to move, nowhere to go. I dredge up my safe word from the depths of my mind, but I won’t use it. No matter the pain, I won’t use it, because I want this pain.
I’ll die without it.
‘Breathe, Greer,’ Ash reminds me as he takes himself in hand and guides himself to my pussy. ‘There you go. Just like that. Good girl.’
‘The first part is the hardest part,’ Embry promises, his mouth moving against my skin. ‘Once his crown is inside, the rest gets easier.’
Embry is right. Ash presses his cock against Embry’s cock and my entrance, and I have this sudden moment of cold fear when I realize this won’t be the gentle pushing and sliding of normal sex; Ash is going to have to wedge himself in, Ash is going to have to shove and thrust and punish.
I don’t breathe.
And then he stabs inside of me with a merciless grunt.
I think I scream. I know I buck and thrash against them, my body trying to drag itself away from the brutal invasion, but their huge arms are clamped tight around me and my body is held still for their cocks to fuck.
‘Greer, Greer,’ Embry soothes, and Ash does the same, his handsome face in front of mine crooning meaningless words to me, like I’m a skittish horse—stay and good girl, there’s a good girl and it will be over in just a minute, just another minute, baby.
It’s impossible. It’s unlivable. I’m being split apart like an atom and my pain will burn down the world.
‘You’re forgetting to breathe,’ Ash says gently.
I’m still trying to move away from the pain, still straining against their iron arms, and all of us are sweaty with the effort of it.
‘Hurts,’ I manage to get out. ‘It hurts.’
‘I know, baby,’ Embry says lovingly from behind me. ‘I know. But it won’t in a minute, I promise.’
‘Breathe,’ Ash repeats sternly, and his President voice reaches me where his gentle voice can’t. I suck in a sudden deep breath, and the rush of oxygen clears my head.
I burst into tears.
The men kiss me and murmur to me, their teeth and lips and words making up for all the pain their bodies are causing, and I don’t know how long the minutes pass like this, with me sobbing and sweaty between them, and them hard and brutal inside of me, repeating over and over again how much they love me, how beautiful I am, how good they’ll make me feel.
I surrender. Completely. I lose myself to the pain, sobbing against Ash’s throat. I stop struggling against it, stop fighting it, and let it become me. Not for them, not even for my Sir, my President—not this time.
This time, the surrender is mine and my own. My choice, my need. My destiny.
‘Breathe,’ Ash reminds me over and over again, and over and over again I do, each breath a gift, a chemical, astonishing gift. Each breath anchors me to myself, to this moment, to the two men I love, to the matching metal on Ash’s and my fingers, to the rain outside. Each breath anchors me to the pain, and the moment I allow that fusion to happen, the pain disappears. Bit by bit, as if dissolved by my surrender, the pain is swallowed up by the swell of building pleasure, mere raindrops swallowed by a vast and endless sea.
‘There she is,’ Embry says wonderingly. ‘There she is.’
At some point their grip on me has loosened, freeing their hands to rub soothing paths along my thighs and my waist, and I realize that I’m staying there completely on my own, opening myself to their bodies not because they are forcing me but because I want it. Because it’s starting to feel like more than pain, more than the sharp pressure of being so viciously stretched. It’s starting to feel good, good like earlier.
Good like a different way to be cherished.
‘Oh, angel,’ Ash says roughly, pulling back enough to see my tear-lined face. ‘You are too fucking beautiful like this.’ He kisses my hair, my cheeks, my lips. ‘You are amazing,’ he murmurs in an awed voice. ‘My amazing princess.’
I can’t speak. I can only nod.
‘I want to fuck you now,’ my husband says with a yearning look down at my body. ‘But I need to know you’re ready.’
I nod again and he smiles. ‘Words, princess. I need to hear you say you’re ready.’
It’s so hard to find the right words, like catching fireflies in the velvet dark that’s become my mind. ‘Yes,’ I finally manage. ‘I’m ready.’
They begin.
Ash goes first, pumping his hips experimentally, sliding the length of his cock against the length of Embry’s, and I feel Embry shudder behind me and mumble something unintelligible.
‘Fuck, that feels good,’ Ash grunts, thrusting in again. ‘It’s like I’m fucking you and her at the same time.’
I feel Embry nod against my neck, as if he’s as lost in the sensation as I am.
Because I am.
Lost.
And then both men begin moving, going slow to find the rhythm that suits us all best, because of course it’s not about finding the best way for two people, but for three, and then they find it, that perfect tempo, their two cocks rubbing together inside my pussy the same way they rubbed together inside Ash’s fist earlier tonight. Underneath me, I feel the way their sacks press and rub against each other’s, the tangle of my legs with theirs, the slippery wet way our skin moves against each other’s—so wet I know we might have to call housekeeping for new sheets after this is all done.
I’m shaking now, shaking from fullness, shaking from endorphins and adrenaline, and I feel feverish—hot and cold and sweaty and covered in goose bumps, and the men are the same way, just long, lean expanses of sweaty, shivering muscles, and when Ash finds my hand and drags it to his mouth to kiss my wedding ring, I know it’s almost all over for me. I know that the feverish pleasure is about to surge past every lingering ache and doubt and drown me as I lie.
‘Ash,’ Embry groans. ‘God, Ash, your cock. And she’s so tight, Jesus fuck, so fucking tight…’
‘I know,’ Ash grunts, shoving into me, sweat dripping from his face. ‘Believe me, I know.’
‘I’m—’ I can’t find my breath or my words or my thoughts, all there is inside me is the wave, the shuddering, tangy, metallic threat of an orgasm too strong to withstand.
‘I know, princess,’ Ash says. ‘We’ll follow you. Be brave and go first, and we’ll follow you.’
I want to respond, I should respond, but I can’t because I don’t exist any longer. I’m nothing but electricity and chemicals and fuel, I’m nothing but a barely held together collection of molecules about to fly apart. Embry is sweating and desperate behind me, Ash all forceful grace and strength in front, and then both of them shove up at the same time, both perfect, flared tips kissing against my womb at the same time, and once again I’m being split apart like an atom, once again I burn down the world, but this time when I cry out, it’s from pure, helpless joy, it’s from pleasure and love and perfection and eternity and marriage, this very real marriage happening between the three of us.
They keep their word and they follow me, Embry first with a series of grunts that send my bones vibrating with an aftershock orgasm, and Ash with a pant and a moan that hits me square in the chest, cracking my ribs and puncturing my heart with the heavenly music of it. They keep fucking through their orgasms, masculine grunts and curse words as their semen spills inside of me, as everything inside of me is slippery and warm and intimate.
Minutes pass, minutes where it’s just the rain and the pounding of our pulses, and everything is wet and sticky but we just can’t bear to unspool this moment, to pull apart what we’ve just shared, to separate what we’ve just joined together.
I stare up into Ash’s eyes, which are clearer and happier than I’ve ever seen them, and then I start laughing, not because there’s anything funny, but because I’m so happy that I’ll cry if I don’t laugh, except I’ve already started to cry again too.
My laughing forces both softening cocks to slip out and Embry groans, but he’s laughing too, and Ash joins in as warmth spills out of me.
‘We need a shower,’ I say in between laughs.
‘We need a nap,’ Embry says, rolling onto his back and yawning boyishly.
‘Shower first,’ Ash insists. ‘Our poor princess needs a little aftercare.’
Except that once we get into the shower, the aftercare somehow turns into more sex, Ash and Embry together, and then me and Embry, and then the three of us again, and Ash makes me swallow double the recommended dose of Advil for my poor cunt before we strip the bed of the ruined sheets and curl up together on the bare mattress, my prince on one side of me, and my king on the other.
Embry falls asleep immediately, and I turn to face Ash, who’s blinking slowly and worshipfully at me. ‘Happy getting married day,’ I tell him.
‘Happy getting married day,’ he says back.
‘What happens next?’ I ask, knowing he has to be sick of that question from me, but he just smiles.
‘I was wondering when you were going to ask that,’ he grins.
‘I don’t know why I ask…you always say you don’t know.’
‘Except I do know this time.’ Ash wraps his arms around both me and the sleeping Embry, gathering us close to him. I press my face against his neck and hear the gentle rumble of his throat as he speaks. ‘What happens next is we all live happily ever after.’
