Shattered Pieces (Emerald Lake Prep #3), page 29
My body is on fire, energy is humming through my veins for my girl. Her being in my arms all night, watching her smile and enjoying herself without a care in the world is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
She shifts in my lap, making my cock start to grow. I'm love drunk for this girl, and I just want to go back to the hotel room and fuck her brains out.
I sit up, wrapping my arms around her, tucking my face into her neck. I start to kiss her, making her moan in return. The music is loud, but I’m so close that I can easily hear all the little noises she’s making as she grinds her ass back into my cock, while I continue to kiss her neck. My hands rub up and down her thighs, going higher and higher each time. She grabs my hands, and turns in my lap to look at me.
There's raw lust in her eyes. I can tell she's just as affected by tonight as I am. The song ends and they say their goodbyes, thanking everyone for coming to see them. The crowd loses it as the band departs, but Emmy doesn't move. She doesn't cheer with everyone else. She just stares at me with hungry eyes, like she's waging a war within herself whether she wants to fuck me here in front of everyone or not. After a few more moments, she leans forward to whisper in my ear.
“Let's go back to the hotel room.” Her voice is so raspy and sexy that it has my cock twitching to be free. Not saying anything else, we get up and start heading out of the building; of course, with Tyson only steps behind us.
When we get outside to our car, Emmy catches me by surprise by pushing me against the car before attacking my mouth with hers. We kiss hard, messing around until she's grinding against my thigh.
“Guys, get in the fucking car. People are stopping to watch.” Tyson grumbles, slamming the car door behind him. Emmy pulls back from me, both of us breathing heavily. She looks around and bites her lip when she sees the people who are turning to leave now that the show we were putting on is over.
“Let's pick this back up at the hotel.” I open the back door, and Emmy gets in. We both sit as far away from each other as we can, knowing if we didn't, we would be fucking in the back seat right about now. The need to touch her, to fuck her, to love her is so damn strong right now. This woman is my everything, and there is never a time that I don't want to be worshiping her body. Tonight isn't any different.
When we get to the hotel, we leave Tyson behind to grab Emmy’s merch, and race up to our room. The moment the door shuts behind us, our mouths are back on each other, kissing, sucking, and nipping like our lives depend on it. We rip away each other's clothes like wild animals until we are both in our underwear. Gripping her by the ass, I lift her up. She locks her legs around my hips, grinding her hot pussy into my hard cock. She moans into my mouth as I carry her over to the bed.
I drop her down on the bed and slide my hand under her back, undoing her bra and tossing it across the room. She watches me, her pupils blown so wide that her eyes almost look black. Her breathing is ragged already and fuck, I can't wait to make her pant and scream my name.
I rip off her panties before I get to my knees, kneeling before my goddess. Sliding her legs over my shoulder, I open her wide enough for me to see that she’s soaked for me.
“Please, Olly.” She begs. Not wanting to leave my girl unsatisfied, I lower my head, and start to lick her clean. She moans my name as she grabs handfuls of my hair. I eat her out, desperately wanting her to cum on my face, and for her to break apart before my eyes so I can put her back together.
Her breathing starts to pick up, and she grips my hair even tighter. Looking up to watch her, I see her eyes are not on me, nor are they closed. They are hyper aware of something behind me.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Tyson watching us. His eyes show just as much lust as ours. He likes what he sees, but the question of the lifetime is: will he want a part of this? A part of rocking our girl's world?
“Care to join us, brother?”
Chapter 25
Emmy
“Care to join us, brother?” Oliver asks Tyson. Ty stands against the hotel room door, his pupils blown wide, and his hands fisted at his side. His eyes flick from his brother, who has his head between my legs as my thighs rest on his shoulders, over to me, laying here, desperate and wanting. Wanting both of them.
“I’ll go wait in the lobby until you're done.” Tyson mutters, his voice strained as he tries to get himself under control. He turns around, reaching for the door handle, prepared to leave, but I don't want him to go. I want to feel them both, in me, on me, everywhere.
“Tyson...” I plead as I reach my hand out to him. “Please stay... Sir?”
He pauses, his hand hovering over the handle. I don't say anything more, giving him the chance to leave if this really is something he doesn't want to do. I don't want to pressure him into this, or make him feel guilty for not giving into my whims.
He slowly turns around. “Is this what you want, Princess? Me and Oliver, at the same time?”
“Yes.” I breathe. “But only if you feel comfortable.”
He looks at Oliver. “I’ll do this, for her, under one condition. I’m in control. You do as I say, both of you, or this won't work.”
“I’ll do anything for her. You're in control.” Oliver promises.
Tyson hesitates only for a minute before slipping his jacket off. Then he takes off his shoes before grabbing the hem of his black tee and bringing it up and over his head, allowing me a full view of his delicious ink covered abs. I whimper and Tyson’s eyes flick to mine, flashing with hunger. “Oliver, I don't believe you’re finished with your meal, I haven't heard her scream your name yet.”
Fuck. Fuck me, please, with a cherry on top.
Oliver looks at me with a sexy as fuck grin before diving back down to finish what he started. I suck in a gasp of air as his hot, wet tongue laps at my pussy, and his fingers grip my hips to hold me in place when I start to squirm.
“Do you like what he's doing to you? Are you gonna cum for my brother?” Tyson asks, his voice low and husky, and I gush at the sound of it, which has Oliver chuckling against my core while he licks up my juices, making sure nothing goes to waste.
I nod frantically, unable to say a single word. Oliver takes my clit into his mouth at the same time he thrusts two thick fingers inside me. I cry out, tossing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut as my body quivers in intense pleasure.
“Cum for him, Princess. Scream his name, and then, and only then, will I spank that bratty ass for how you spoke to me earlier today.”
My eyes snap open, meeting the eyes of my sinful, biker boy. No, not boy. Everything about him is all man. And he's all mine.
Tyson reaches over and tweaks my nipple between his calloused fingers. The shock of pain turns to pleasure, when Oliver crooks his fingers in just the right way, and I do as I'm told, cumming hard. “Oliver!” I scream in a desperate plea. His hold tightens into a bruising grip when I try to move from the intense feeling, making me ride out my orgasm while I try my hardest to ride his face.
My climax reaches its highest peak, and then I’m tumbling down, breathing like I ran for miles. Sweat coats my hair line, my chest heaves with every breath, and with the way Tyson is looking at me, I feel like the sexiest person alive. It's a confidence boost for sure.
“So fucking beautiful, Princess.” He says, his voice low as he cups my face in his big hand. “Now, on your knees.” He commands, and my pussy clenches in response to his assertive tone.
He takes his pants off, leaving him in only his skin tight boxers. They do nothing to hide his monster cock, and my mouth salivates at the sight before me. I want to taste it. To lick it like it’s my favorite flavored lollipop while he comes apart by my hand.
But that will have to wait. Right now, I’m about to get my ass spanked, and to that I say, Yes, please!
Oliver helps remove my legs from his shoulders, and I roll over, getting up on all fours, wobbling like a baby deer as I make my way over to Tyson. My limbs feel like jelly.
Tyson sits in the middle of the bed and pats his lap. I lay across it, waiting for his next move. “You know that sassy mouth of yours is just gonna get you in trouble. The others might let it slide, but not me, Princess, and you know it. So I’m going to give you something better to do with that mouth. But first...” He gives me no notice before bringing his hand down on my ass. I jolt, with a little yelp, at the sudden contact. He rubs away the sting before bringing his hand down again, but on the other cheek this time. I moan when I feel Oliver’s lips kiss the sore spot as Tyson rubs the opposite cheek.
“Look at you, taking it like a good girl.” Tyson runs his fingers through my hair, gripping it slightly before bringing his hand down again. It hurts, but feels so fucking good at the same time.
“Three more, then you're gonna suck our dicks, how does that sound, Princess, do you want our cocks?” Tyson turns my head to face him. His eyes are hooded, dripping with lust.
“Yes, Sir.” I breathe. He groans, and I can feel his cock twitch from underneath me. His palm makes contact in three quick strikes, causing me to whimper. My pussy is flooded, and Oliver kindly points that out to his big brother.
“Look at this, Ty. Look how fucking soaked she is. I think she enjoys being punished.” He chuckles deeply. Fuck, these two are gonna wreck me, but in all the right ways.
“Is that right, Princess, are you wet for us?” He asks, but I know he doesn't expect an answer this time when he instantly slides his fingers against my lower lips, dipping them into me before holding them up for all to see. “You're right, brother, she is.” Tyson brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices clean. I moan at the sight. I need a dick in me, and soon. This is fucking torture. Do they know how fucking drop dead gorgeous they are? The bad boy biker thing does wonders for them. And seeing Oliver’s dominant side? Show me more! Fuck, it's everything I knew I fucking wanted.
“Get between us.” Tyson tells me, and Oliver moves to sit next to his brother, leaving enough room for me to be on my knees. Tyson pulls his boxers down, revealing his glorious cock that I’ve come to love so much. He grips it tightly, giving it a few strokes. “You're gonna take turns sucking our cocks. Then I’m gonna fuck your perfect pussy, while Oliver fucks your tight ass.” He leaves no room for discussion, but you won't hear me objecting.
I look at Oliver. He's watching me with an intense look, revealing all the emotions he feels for me. I have to look away before I get choked up. Locking eyes with Tyson, I wrap my fingers tightly around his length just below his hand. He moves away, his hands falling to his side as I lean forward and flick my tongue out, licking the bead of pre-cum away. He groans, nostrils flaring and I can tell he's trying really hard to hold back.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, before lowering myself, taking as much of him as I can. I only manage to get halfway down before it hits the back of my throat. Locking my lips around his velvety shaft, I start to bob my head, making sure to lick and suck him, the way I know he loves. He makes another sound of pleasure, while he slides his hand into my hair, holding my head down until I’m gagging with drool running down my chin.
“Fuck, Princess, look at you taking my cock. So fucking sexy.” He lets me up, and I gasp for air, my chest heaving, but I’m fucking loving this. “You didn't forget about Oliver, did you?” Tyson smirks. I look down at Oliver's cock in his hand, then back up at him.
“I will never forget about him.” I purr before taking Oliver's cock in my mouth, giving it the same attention I did Tyson’s.
I take turns going back and forth, switching when they start to make some of the sexiest noises I have ever heard.
“That's enough.” Tyson demands, pulling my mouth off his cock. “Come here.”
I crawl up his body until my pussy is over his cock. Placing my hands on his shoulders for support, I thrust my hips so that my wet core slides against his hot smooth length. He groans, gripping my hips and lifting me up. He removes one of his hands to line himself up with my entrance. He lowers me so that just the tip is in, keeping his cock where he wants it. He snakes his hand behind my head, and brings it towards his face. He captures my lips with his, plunging his tongue inside just as he uses his other hand that’s on my waist to force me down, impaling me on his thick cock.
He swallows my cry as he rocks me on to him. He’s so fucking big, and every time I’m with him, it feels like the first time. My body slowly adjusts to his size as he uses my body to fuck himself.
“So tight.” He grunts against my lips. I lean back, changing the position so I can start to ride him, my chest bouncing as I move. His eyes drop to my breasts, as his hands come up to grasp them. He starts to massage them, using his fingers to pinch and tug at my nipples.
“Oh, god.” I moan, closing my eyes and tilting my head back as I focus on all the sensations running through my body. It's not enough, I need more, I need Oliver too.
“More.” I pant, searching for Oliver.
"Fuck her, Oliver, don't leave our girl waiting." Tyson orders.
“I’m right here, Baby Girl.” He comes up behind me, slipping his hand between my thighs to rub my clit while leaving little open mouth kisses on my neck, and making me moan at this touch.
“Lean forward, Princess, make room for Oliver.” Tyson directs, adjusting himself, getting ready for a wild fucking ride.
Leaning over Tyson’s muscular abs, I balance myself on my arms before lowering my head to lick a line up his toned abs. I can't help it, they are just too damn tempting.
Oliver’s fingers scoop up my cream that's running down my thighs, and brings some to lube up my ring of muscles.
“Fuck, Firefly, you’re so worked up we don’t even need any lube, you have enough here to coat my entire cock.” He says, before pressing the tip of said cock against my puckered hole.
“Relax, Princess.” Tyson soothes, bringing my body flush to his, running his hand up and down my spine.
I suck in a deep breath as Oliver starts to push in. Full, that’s how I feel; so fucking full. God, it’s amazing, the stretch of their cocks has my body buzzing like I’m hooked up to live wires that are emitting a small electric current.
“Oh, god.” I moan as Oliver bottoms out deep in my ass.
After a moment Oliver pulls out and starts to thrust into me, knowing just what I like. “Fuck me." I beg "Use my body, make me scream, and cum so fucking hard in me that I’ll be dripping with your mark for days.”
Tyson groans, gripping my hips, and starts to fuck me, not holding back anymore. They work together until I’m a shaking mess.
“Oliver.” I scream. “Fuck. Tyson!” My orgasm is building rapidly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I chant, feeling each of their cocks with every thrust. My inner muscles clamp down around them, as I dig my nails into Tyson’s side.
“Cum, Princess, all over my cock. Squeeze Oliver’s with that tight, perfect ass.”
Oliver thrusts harder, rubbing my clit faster and faster. I can't hold back anymore. With a hoarse cry, my body tightens around both their cocks, and I cum hard. I can feel myself explode all over Tyson’s cock and thighs. I collapse forward, exhausted from the events of today mixed with these two dangerous men and their earth-shattering orgasms.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you scream, Baby Girl.” Oliver whispers, leaning over to kiss my spine. As if he knows that I want more but am unable to do much else, he says, “Just lay there, Baby Girl, let us do the rest of the work.” And I do just that. They fuck me hard, making me babble out nonsense, and working me over until I feel my third orgasm build to a crescendo. The sounds of their ragged breathing, grunts and groans only add to my impending release.
“Amazing, Princess, taking both our cocks like a pro, stretching to fit us, like you were made for us.”
“I need to cum.” I sob, feeling my orgasm just out of reach. Oliver adjusts himself behind me, and Tyson moves me so that he can capture my lips with his. He kisses me with a desperate passion, his fingers scraping red lines on my hips. Every thrust from Oliver sends Tyson’s cock deeper inside me, rubbing all the right spots.
Tyson breaks the kiss, and just as I’m about to lay my hand back down on his chest, he grips my chin, making me look at him. “Eyes on me, Princess.”
I stare at him, panting hard, trying to catch my breath between each jolt of pleasure. My eyes bounce from his eyes to his lips, to his gritted jaw.
“Cum for us, Firefly.” Oliver coaxes, running his hand up my back until his fingers are in my hair. He pulls my head back, giving me an even better view of Tyson with his chest heaving like he's ready to follow me over the edge.
Oliver pounds into me from behind, while Tyson starts to thrust up into me.
“He said cum, Princess. Now, cum.” Tyson growls his demand, then slaps my ass, hard.
My eyes roll back in my head as I let out one last lust filled cry of pleasure. My body tensing up as I squeeze both their cocks so hard they groan, cumming too.
Jets of Tyson’s hot cum coat my core, as Oliver’s release fills my ass. I can feel it start to leak out as they slowly thrust a few more times as we all come down, completely spent.
I collapse onto Tyson’s chest, brain fuzzy and feeling like I’m floating on air.
“Well, I guess it wasn't so bad.” Tyson huffs out a laugh, his chest vibrating with a sexy chuckle.
“Maybe it’s something you’d be willing to do again?” Oliver asks, slowly pulling out of me, using the tissues he snatched from the nightstand to catch his cum so it doesn't get on his brother. I can tell Oliver is trying to make this as minimally awkward for Tyson as possible, and I love him for that.
Tyson chews on his lower lip, sweat gleaming on his sexy face as he looks from his brother to me, then back to Oliver. “Only with you. I don't think I could do this with the others around, that would be pushing it.”
“Only with us.” I smile up at him, happiness filling me that he would think about doing this again. Having them together was mind blowing, and I would hate for this to be our one and only time.
