Page 67 of Emeric

“The second I touch either of you, I’m ready to go,” Oleander moaned while thrusting along my ass.

“How about we lose these clothes, and you get inside me?” I wanted to beg, but refrained.

“Yes, I want that.”

“Am I just going to watch or do I get to be in on this as well?” Emeric asked.

Oleander scoffed. “Like we’d leave you out.”

I broke free of his grip and stood. “Okay, everyone up. Clothes need to come off.”

Did I still have moments of doubt and panic when we were naked together? Yes, I didn’t know if I’d ever get rid of that. But one way to prevent it from happening was not to let myself get too caught up in my head. Right now, my mind was checked out, not thinking about how sex was going to go with the two men I’d given myself over to.

There was no point in taking my time to remove my clothes. We’d seen each other naked before. Maybe I’d never be as confident as they were when it came to my body. They loved the way I looked though. It was on their faces when they drank me in, like they were now. It was in the hungry looks and Oleander’s tongue sweeping along his lower lip. It was in the way Emeric’s cock bobbed free from his boxer briefs when he pulled them down. He was hard and ready for whatever we were about to do.

“No way do I ever not want you two in my bed,” Oleander breathed, then dove in and pressed his lips to mine, pulling the air from my lungs, pushing his tongue inside my mouth, and hugging me so close, our bare bodies slapped.

There was nothing I could do but match his tongue with mine to taste him and hold on for dear life. More hands touched me, this time from Emeric. The angle told me he was behind Oleander. I didn’t need to look, nor want to, because it meant bringing myself out of this kiss, which wasn’t about to happen.

I could have stood here for hours letting them touch me, but I really did want Oleander inside me. There was this clawing need for him to be there. It would be the first time he was, although I wasn’t thinking about that. Expectations would come with that thought. Emeric hadn’t been inside me either.

As much as I didn’t want to move to a different room, I realized this would be a lot easier if we were on a bed, so we could be more comfortable.

Backing up, I brought Oleander with me, which would bring Emeric too. I’d learned the layout of the apartment well enough to walk this way without having to open my eyes. When the bed bumped my legs, I broke the kiss and found the lube. I wasn’t in the mood for a lot of foreplay; however, I wasn’t about to skip the prep. It had been too long since I’d had someone inside me. Fingers, tongues, sure, since being with Emeric and Oleander. Toys were my go-to before them. So while I knew how to stretch myself, there was a difference between a real and fake cock.

I was about to pour some lube on my fingers when Oleander plucked the tube from my hand and slicked his up. Emeric came around in front of me and turned us until we fell onto the bed, me on top of him. He moved us up a little so we had more space, then Oleander was there, spreading my legs, kneeling behind me.

There were moments when I couldn’t believe this was my life. It wasn’t all fun and sex, thanks to some unhinged person, but I had two men who were taking over ownership of my heart.

With Oleander, it was still unbelievable he wanted me. After finding out it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thing, but he’d been thinking about me for quite some time, my mind was blown. I wondered what it would have been like had he said something in the past or had I. The thought quickly fled when I realized we wouldn’t have Emeric then. I’d wanted Oleander for so long, but that didn’t mean I had no room for Emeric.

Emeric was a surprise I didn’t know I wanted until he was in front of me. Once I knew he desired me too, there was no going back.

Now I was between them, naked, loving having their hands on me. The moans that tore up my throat as Oleander worked his finger in and out of me were worthy of an award. So maybe I wasn’t always quiet in bed. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, especially when it was a way of telling the two men how good they made me feel since words wouldn’t form.

The way Emeric sucked my tongue into his mouth while thrusting against me was sinful, and I was here for it.

“Fuck, Syl, you’re so damn beautiful everywhere,” Oleander breathed.

My face heated at the compliment, but I was too into what they were doing to me to try to hide what I was feeling. There was no ducking away or pressing my face to Emeric’s chest. In fact, they weren’t looking at my face. Oleander was behind me, adding another finger to my ass, and Emeric kissed me like it was his job. Please make that his second job. I’d give him a raise and make sure he had all the incentives so he’d never have to interview anywhere else again, retirement package and bonuses included.

“Enough,” I finally panted. Oleander had been working me to the point I had no pain but wanted to be filled.

“I’ll go slow.”

And slow he did. Inch by lubed inch, he slid into me while Emeric did his best to keep me busy with his mouth. Oleander wasn’t small. Luckily, the pain wasn’t too bad. There was no panic attack threatening to take over, no rampant thoughts of what I was doing, or how maybe this wasn’t the right time. Everything fell into place as it should.

When he was finally buried as far as he could go, I let out a shaky breath. The burn was more intense, although nothing I couldn’t handle.

Oleander coasted his hands up and down my sides, soothing me, sending chills in their wake. He repeated the motion on Emeric. “You good down there?” he asked him.

“Yeah,” Emeric rasped. “There’s no better place for me to be than with the two of you.”

“I agree. You make my problems go away when we’re like this. It’s my favorite place.”

Turning my head, I asked, “How about you move while you enjoy the ride so one of us can feel a little better?” I was ready for more.

“Absolutely.”