Chasing Emily [Duoterra 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (14 page)

She teased him by taking a swipe at the head with her tongue and then turning away from him.

“Emily,” Finn growled.

“What—you want something else?” she asked, affecting an innocent voice.

“Witch! Open your mouth.”

When she laughingly did as he requested Finn was able to press his cock into her mouth, although she raised her hands to stop him going in too far, sucking the head before dipping her tongue into the crease at the end.

“Hell, Em. Shit! Stop it. Open wider. God, you are an evil woman. I don’t know how you put up with her, Rob.”

Raising his head, Robin glanced up at him and gave a grin of sympathy. “Well, if she gets too much, we can be the ones to leave this time.”

The two men shared a laugh.

Emily took her revenge by taking Finn deeper into her wet, hot mouth, sucking hard, her other hand coming up to fondle his balls. He groaned as she squeezed.

Robin, meanwhile, had returned to continue his exploration of her folds, dipping into her pussy with his tongue every now and then. Finn found it incredibly arousing.

“Hey, Robs, have you tried nibbling her clit?”

His cohusband frowned but then did exactly that, and Emily gave a loud, muffled groan and automatically pulled her legs up as if to stop Robin. It didn’t work as Robin had a firm grip on her knees, and she settled down again.

Finn didn’t give her time to relax as he took hold of her nipples, rolling them between his finger and thumb before pulling on them in an upward direction.

She pulled away from his cock to wail. “Oh God, that feels good.” He could tell she was experiencing a mixture of pain and pleasure, judging by her body language, and he was ready to lessen his hold if the pain was too much.

When she let him replace his member in her mouth, he began a shallow thrusting motion, but she suddenly cried in dismay around him. Not from what he was doing, but from Robin ceasing his attentions at her other end so he could undress.

Stopping what he was doing, Finn watched the other man, seeing his nakedness for the first time.
Shit, the man looks good!

He chuckled at the sigh of relief Emily gave when, a few moments later, Robin returned and his cock edged its way into her eager pussy. Her legs came up to clasp Robin around the waist.

Finn became conscious that he was thoroughly enjoying the sight of another man making love to a woman and ignored his own thrusts into her mouth. He could get used to this.

Emily’s hand tightened on his cock indicating she wanted him to continue. “All right, gorgeous. Don’t get your knickers in a twist—if you ever wore any.”

The next few minutes were sheer delight as the men fell into an alternating cadence, always one of them inside her, Finn squeezing her nipples in time to his plunges into her mouth.

He knew exactly when her orgasm started to rise as Emily began to suck him harder, her hand gripping convulsively around him. Suddenly he pulled out, wrenching away from her.

“What!” She reached out to try to draw him back, but he didn’t dare, he was as close as she appeared to be, and he wanted to draw this out more.

“Uh-uh. Stop swatting at me, Em. We need to slow this down a little.”

Emily groaned in disappointment and closed her eyes.

“What, you want me to
stop
?” asked an incredulous Robin halted halfway inside her. Finn chuckled, very amused by Robin’s expression.

“Nope, just slow down, man. Don’t let her come. We can’t let Emily dictate to us
all
the time.” He got down from his box and deftly avoided Emily’s attempt to hit him for that remark.

“Pig. I really hate you, Finn Taylor. I’m going to divorce you as soon as I can.”

“You can’t divorce me. It isn’t allowed.” He grabbed hold of her arms as she tried to strike him.

“All right, I’ll run away again then. With
Robin
this time.”

Ignoring her, Finn turned to the other man. “Keep as you are, Robs, but in a moment let Emily sit up with you still inside her.”

Robin frowned, clearly as unsure as to what Finn’s intentions were. “And then what?”

Finn moved around to clap a hand on Robin’s shoulder. He had done it very hard, but the man didn’t move an inch he was so solid. He sighed inwardly but then grinned. “Ever heard of double-teaming?”

Robin was arrested in his movements, unable to take in what Finn had suggested.

Double-teaming! Both of us having sex with Emily at the same time. It isn’t possible, is it?
And yet Robin had heard of such things since polygamous marriages had been allowed by law, but he hadn’t really given it any thought.

“Have you actually done it?” he queried huskily, searching Finn’s face intently to see how serious he actually was.

Finn shrugged. “Not with two people in the same woman, although I have seen it done by others.”

If anything, Robin was even more taken aback. “When exactly did you see this—and where? And who?”

Laughing at Robin’s multitude of questions, Finn answered, “It was on my travels last year. I was staying in an inn in Riverside and had to leave early one morning before most people were up. As I passed by the room of one family they hadn’t closed the door properly.” He smiled and wagged his eyebrows. “It was
most
entertaining.”

“I bet it was,” said Emily dryly.

“So you’ve never done it—you know—
there
?” Robin was not prepared to attempt this without some affirmation from Finn that he knew what he was doing. In fact, Robin was ready to put his foot down.

“Oh, I’ve done it, just not with someone else in the front.” Finn beamed at him. “Oh, come on, man. We can do this. It will be fun.” He looked relaxed about it, but Robin was not convinced.

Emily sat up on her elbows to look at Finn. “So you think you’ve got it in you to take me in the ass, eh,” she queried, looking at him. Robin studied her face to ascertain how she felt about the outrageous idea. She seemed part worried, part excited.

Finn grinned at her and then grabbed hold of his still-hard cock and gave it a few hard jerks. “Oh, yes.”

She pouted at him. “You do remember what a sore butt I have?”

He smiled back. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. I will be gentle.”

Robin remained unconvinced. “I’m not sure about this. Emily could get hurt. I don’t think it a good idea at all.” He started to pull away. His cock was beginning to deflate in his anxiety.

Sitting up, Emily clasped her hands around his face and stopped him leaving her. “It’s lovely of you to be so concerned, my love, but surely it’s my decision? It’s not as if I am a green girl innocent in the arts of sex.” She laughed, reminding him of her own sexual experience.

He frowned. “Em—” He stopped, unsure what to say.

She stroked his cheek with her thumb. “We have to trust Finn.
You
have to trust Finn, or this marriage won’t work.”

“Christ almighty.” He breathed a huge sigh and looked over at Finn who was waiting, a little impatiently, shuffling around on his feet. “All right.” The wide grin on Finn’s face almost made Robin smile back, but he just wanted to make things clear first and stared at Finn almost angrily. “But I will personally throw you out the window if she is hurt in any way.”

“Oh no, you won’t,” Emily declared. Both men turned to look at her, surprised. “I’m quite able to do that myself.”

Finn laughed and came over to pat Robin on the back. “Now we’ve got that out of the way, you keep hold of Em and go and sit over there,” Finn told him, nodding to a chaise longue on the other side of the room, “while I go to the bathroom to see what I can use for lubrication.”

Robin gingerly lifted Emily, who wrapped her legs tightly around his back. As he was carrying her across the room, Finn called out, “And don’t thrust inside her ’til I return.”

Emily grinned as Robin muttered, “Easier said than done.” The sensation of moving inside her with every step was almost torture.

She caressed his neck and leaned close to nibble his earlobe. “You’re doing just fine, my love.”

However, when he went to sit down, he found it wasn’t that easy, but they eventually made it without him slipping out of her. Although when they finally landed on the low wooden chaise which was covered with cushions, Robin’s cock was thrust up inside her so far he swore she could taste him.

Forget about Finn hurting her, he was quite capable of doing it himself. “Are you all right, sweetheart?” he anxiously asked.

Taking a deep breath, she answered him, “Yeah, just a bit winded.” She shifted so her knees were on either side of Robin and then eased back a touch. Relaxing her hands from his shoulders, she lowered one so she could tease his nipple. “Now we are here, how about continuing what we started before bossy-boots comes back?”

“Oh no, you don’t,” Finn shouted. “Robin, what did I tell you?” Emily winked at Robin as Finn’s aggrieved voice sounded behind her. He smiled in response. Although he was getting used to Finn and beginning to work in partnership with him, it was still nice to feel he had the upper hand occasionally. He chuckled. It appeared that Emily did, too.

Finn then came up close to Emily and pushed her forward so that her breasts were tight against Robin’s hard chest. Well, she couldn’t get at his nipples anymore but clearly decided his mouth was fair game instead and started licking his lips, dipping into his mouth when he automatically opened to her.

Cupping the back of her head tightly, he took over the kiss. Everything he knew about sex might have come from her, but he certainly was a fast learner. She seemed so intent on his ravishing kisses she didn’t notice when Finn started rubbing some cream into her backside until he entered her, and she jumped, pulling away from Robin. He moved his head to look down and could see Finn had pushed a finger inside her. He tensed, holding Emily firmly ready to yank her away if she showed any pain.

Emily wrenched her head around to try to see what Finn was doing. He had removed his finger and was getting some more lubrication. “Hey, that’s my hand cream,” she pointed out unnecessarily. Robin frowned and then started to relax. He had nothing to worry about if that was her only worry.

“Yeah. Thought it would do the trick nicely.” Finn bent his head forward kissing her shoulder. “In fact you smell so good with this I want to eat you.” Living up to his threat, he knelt down at the end of the chaise and started nibbling Emily’s soft butt, working down her crease as she giggled, letting her head tip back, showing her delight.

Suddenly Robin jerked as he felt something. “Jesus, Finn, watch where you are putting your tongue.”
God, that was close.

He then frowned when Finn lifted his head and said, “Okay, don’t get your pants twisted.” Instead he went back to his ministrations on Emily’s rectum.

But Robin didn’t have time to get annoyed as he saw Emily relax into Finn’s motion as he entered her again. Robin frowned, still worried about this. “Emily, have you done this before—you know, sex in the butt?”

She smiled at him and reached a hand up to cup his cheek. “Yes, my dear, and with a careful lover it’s fine. So far, Finn is proving he’s very experienced!”

Okay
,
I can go along with this if she is happy.
As Finn gently played with her, Robin relaxed and let himself enjoy the sensations. He could feel Finn’s fingers through the thin wall separating her rectum from her pussy and felt his cheeks go red.

Starting a thrusting action, Finn got deeper each time with one, then two fingers. Soon Emily lifted her chin and, moaning, she began to move on Robin, rising up onto her knees, then down again. This time he was the one to groan underneath her.

Finn stopped and withdrew his fingers. “Fiiiiiiinn,” Emily wailed. “I had to move.” Robin silently echoed her words.

“I know, gorgeous. It’s time.”

Robin tensed as he felt Finn enter Emily again, and it wasn’t his fingers going into her ass this time. Emily took a deep breath and blew it out, and in the process, Finn eased his lubricated cock into her.

Once inside he stopped. Robin guessed it was to allow them all to get used to the feeling of fullness. It was certainly a tight fit with both of them inside her, even if she was experienced at this. He shuddered, and an urgent need to move came over him.

“Hey, guys, I am
dying
here. Will one of you please start doing something?” pleaded Robin in an agonized voice.

Finn laughed. “All right, Robs. Hang on for the ride.”

And a ride it certainly was. Bracing an arm on the top of the chaise over their heads, Finn plunged fully into Emily, pushing her in turn onto Robin before wrapping an arm around her waist to shift her back off the lower man since Robin himself couldn’t do anything much from this position. There was a sense of the lightening of Finn’s weight on him for a moment. Robin guessed Finn had pulled back himself before he started all over again and plunged back into Emily, pressing them both forward again.

“Oh, Jesus Christ. I have died. Oh God, that’s wonderful.”