10. Emily

Finn takes the opportunity to remove himself from the couch, pull on his trousers, and pour himself another drink. Ill play audience, he says teasingly.

Silas smirks. Good, because I have a lot of things left to do.

The way he speaks makes me blush. His eyes burn into mine. Sit back down on the couch, Emily.

I obey, dropping down on the couch. He follows and stands in front of me.

Good girl, he murmurs approvingly, extending a long finger and touching the parting of my lips. Now spread your legs for me.

I listen, opening my thighs obediently to show him my core, still wet and glistening from Finn. He hisses in what I can only assume is anticipation before dropping to his knees.

Silas begins rubbing my clit, holding my breathless, mouth-open, helpless gaze with his own. He places one hand on my stomach and holds me down as I arch against him. Patience, he teases.

Oh, I let out a little moan as he builds a rhythm like a man set on his mission. He never breaks his pace, moving in and against my folds relentlessly with one finger, then two, then three until my clit is throbbing, seconds away from exploding.

No, he says silkily, not so soon. Before I can protest, he grabs both of my thighs and situates me straight in front of his mouth.

I cant?—

Ah, but you must, he smiles devilishly before diving forward, tongue first, into my core. I clench and scream at the same time, my hands climbing down to grab fistfuls of his thick, soft hair.

Silas holds me firmly in place, gripping my thighs as he eats me out, feeling the vibrations of my legs match the slurps of his tongue. He lets his eyes move upward and rest on my heaving breasts for a second before locking eyes with me.

Im not going to last much longer. I pant, arch, buck against him, but he continues plundering with no respite, going at it until Im sure Ill come all over his face.

He breaks away for one second. Do it, he tells me, before delving in once more.

I moan. I dont want to make a mess on his mouth, but its too late. And when I do come, theres nothing more gratifying than watching how satisfied he looks as he licks away the remnants of my orgasm from his lips.

Hes fucking gorgeous. His smile is slow and victorious as his vision rakes my trembling form. Did you like that?

I breathe and dip my head in response.

Good girl. Show me how much you liked it, then.

I laugh a full-bellied laugh. I thought youd never ask. Silas stands, his throbbing, hard cock extended to my face. I trail my fingers down his stomach to his hardness, stopping to marvel at how sensitive he is.

Its my turn to smile triumphantly as I lick the tip slowly, relishing in how he winces and curls his hands possessively into my hair.

I reach out to cup his balls as he pulls me toward him, compelling me to take more of him in my mouth. He begins thrusting. I massage his balls with one hand and grab a hip with the other, gurgling as his thrusts become paced.

My throat opens deeper, all muscles relaxing, and I suck in inch by inch. My head bobs up and down, spit pooling around the base and dripping down the chin. I dont care about the mess, and by the look of divine pleasure on Silass face, he doesnt either.

He thrusts forward, moving quicker and quicker, rocking his hips into my face and holding my hair for dear life. I gag and gurgle as he shoves himself down my throat, but I go on, too excited to stop.

Ah, he finally snarls, pushing me away all too quickly and grasping the couch for balance. He looks into the want in my eyes. I know hes teetering on the edge.

Bend over, he commands me.

I oblige, getting on my hands and knees on the rug, displaying the extent of my naked desire to him.

Perfect, he breathes, running a finger down my spine.

Dont torment me, Silas.

From the table, Finn chuckles as he nurses his drink.

Silas runs a finger all over my dripping pussy, pausing to pinch my clit. I moan harder and arch against his hand. Please!

Thats right, tell me what you want, he murmurs, pinching with extra force.

Oh, I want you to fuck me, I almost howl. Fuck me as hard as you can!

I look over my shoulder to see him grinning. He leans down, grabs my hips, and whispers into my ear. Then, Im going to fuck you just like you should be fucked. Long, slow, and so hard youll forget the pleasures of walking.

The raw intensity of his voice makes me moan at the same instant as he inserts his cock into me, no slow build-up, no playing around. He fills me completely and thrusts, slamming so intensely I think Im going to faint.

Yes! I scream, my pussy holding and clenching his cock, begging him to use it for his pleasure and release me in the process. His fingernails dig into my hips, gripping me for balance as his shaft slides in and out.

You feel so good, he groans, relishing in how my pussy tightens around him, an orgasm tearing me apart, reducing me to nothing but the nights air. Tight, hot, gorgeous.

I keep moaning, pushing back against him as he thrusts into me. His grip becomes stronger, almost too strong, just shy of being painful.

Fuck me, I tell him, now singularly focused on his release. Fuck me just like that!

Oh, he does. Im almost wailing as his cock ravages me. I can hear his hips hit my skin, filling the room with the sounds of our fucking.

Im going to come, he groans. He moves faster, slamming into me as my moans become cries, then breathless pants. Then, he pulls out, throbbing and pulsing against my aching, fresh-out-of-a-climax core, releasing rope after rope of hot cum against it.

Ever so slowly, I relax onto the rug, turning over. My hair hangs in a lazy halo around my face. Im smiling contentedly.

Finn brings a cashmere throw and joins me on the rug, wrapping me until Im snug. Silas gets his trousers back on and leaves for a quick minute, only to return with a cup full of something that smells intensely heady.

He extends it to me. The fumes are coming from sweet milk tea, the earthy notes complimented by ginger, cinnamon, and I think nutmeg. I take a sip and sigh. Wow.

Something beautiful for someone beautiful, Silas smiles.

Corny much? Finn laughs at him. But I have to agree. So, what are we doing for dinner?

We eventually peel ourselves off the cozy rug, the laughter and lightness of the moment lingering like a warm embrace. I slip into Silass shirt, feeling the shift in the room as hunger makes its presence known.

The idea of takeout sparks a unanimous nod, and within moments, were huddled around Finns phone, debating the merits of various local joints.

Okay, team, are we thinking classic burgers, or are we venturing into gourmet territory? Finn asks, his finger hovering over the screen.

Classic all the way. Lets not mess with perfection, I chime in, my stomach growling in agreement.

Silas leans in. But what about those truffle fries, Finn? Remember those? How theyre just the right amount of crispy and coated with that heavenly truffle oil?

Finns eyes light up. Oh, those are game changers. All right, classic burgers with a side of gourmet truffle fries. Compromise?

Perfect compromise, I say, already salivating at the thought.

With the order placed, anticipation fills the room, growing with each passing minute until the doorbell finally rings. Finn bounds over to answer it, returning with a bag that fills the room with the intoxicating aroma of cooked-to-perfection burgers and those infamous truffle fries.

We gather around the kitchen island, the packaging crinkling as we dive in. The burgers are a sight to behold—juicy patties enveloped in soft, lightly toasted buns, adorned with crisp lettuce, ripe tomatoes, and a generous layer of melting cheese.

Look at this beauty, Silas coos, lifting his burger for a closer inspection. Its like all my food dreams condensed into one.

I take a bite of mine, the flavors exploding in my mouth, the perfect blend of savory meat and the fresh crunch of vegetables, all enhanced by the tangy zip of the special sauce. This is what happiness tastes like, I declare between bites.

Dont forget the fries, Finn interjects, passing around the box of truffle fries. Theyre golden and crisp, each fry coated with just the right amount of truffle oil and sprinkled with a fine dusting of Parmesan. The scent alone is enough to make your mouth water.

As we dig in, the conversation ebbs and flows, punctuated by satisfied murmurs and the occasional playful jostle for the last fry. The food not only satiates our hunger but also adds another layer to the tapestry of our evening, a simple pleasure that binds us together in shared contentment.

Who knew truffle fries could be such a bonding experience? I laugh, my voice light and content.

Finn raises his fry in a mock toast. To gourmet sides that elevate the classic burger experience to an art form.

I join in, lifting my burger. And to impromptu nights that remind us of the simple joys in life.

As we finish our meals, my eyes fall on the clock. Its very, very late. Im dreading the drive back to my place, tired and full as I am.

Finns been watching me. You can stay, he says quietly. Theres a guest bedroom with a bed that could do with use.

I laugh light-heartedly. Are you sure?

He nods. Positive.

The night winds down shortly after, the satisfaction of a good meal making the prospect of leaving seem less appealing by the minute.

After we clear the remnants of our late-night feast, Finn leads me to the guest bedroom. Inside, the room embraces me in a soft, buttery light, highlighting gentle cream walls and artwork that bursts with cheerful hues—like bursts of sunshine against a quiet sky.

The bed, as promised, is a haven. Its plush mattress beckons, almost murmuring a promise of cloud-like comfort. The pristine linens, crisp and cool against my skin, smell faintly of fresh lavender, and the pillows—a delightful mix of plump down and playful patterns—invite me to sink in and find my perfect spot.

Beside the bed, a large window frames a peaceful scene. Moonlight paints the leaves in shades of silver, and a gentle breeze carries the sweet, earthy scent of the garden below. Each piece of furniture seems carefully chosen—the smooth wooden dresser with its worn brass handles, the armchair upholstered in a cozy woven fabric—radiating a quiet welcome and offering a comforting sense of home, even so far from my own.

As I settle in, a sense of deep contentment washes over me. A smile tugs at my lips at the thought of sinking into that bed, but first, I remember the one nightly ritual I cant skip—saying goodnight to Flora. I dial her number, the familiar ringtone playing until her voice, sleepy yet warm, fills the line.

Hey, Em, everything okay? Floras voice is rosy with sleep but laced with concern.

Yeah, everythings great. Just wanted to say goodnight. Im staying at a friends tonight, I explain, trying to keep my voice low to avoid disturbing the peaceful silence of the house.

Ooh, a friend, she teases, her sleepiness fading into curiosity. Someone special?

I laugh, shaking my head even though she cant see me. Just Finn and Silas. You know them. Finn offered his guest room for the night. Its like staying in a five-star hotel, I swear.

That sounds lovely. But you, with those guys and not making mischief? Im impressed, Flora quips, her laughter echoing through the phone.

Behave, Flora. Im too tired for mischief tonight, I retort, though the warmth in my voice betrays me.

Bless my sister, because she doesnt dig too deep. She will, eventually, but she knows I need sleep right now.

Alright, sis. Sleep well in your luxury digs. Call me tomorrow, yeah?

Will do. Love you, Flora.

Love you more, Em.

With a soft click, the call ends, and I place my phone back on the nightstand. The room seems even quieter now, the conversation with Flora having brought a piece of home into this foreign luxury. I finally allow myself to sink into the bed. Its every bit as comfortable as it looks, enveloping me in warmth and softness.

Sleep comes to me like it does to a tired child, completely, wholly, and sweetly.

The first fingers of sunlight gently pry my eyelids open. Disoriented for a moment, the opulent softness surrounding me whispers an unfamiliar luxury. Then it hits me—Finns guest room. A smile spreads across my face as the lingering sweetness of yesterdays adventures returns.

Rolling over, my gaze lands on a breathtaking sight. Through the rooms expansive window, Finns rose garden bursts into view. A kaleidoscope of reds, pinks, and creamy yellows paints a vibrant masterpiece against the backdrop of a cloudless summer sky. Their sweet perfume invades the room, a heady mix of spice and delicate floral notes.

Yet, the beauty of the roses cant fully distract me from the deep rumble in my belly. Its a primal, insistent call—the siren song of caffeine. My body craves the rich bitterness, the mouthwatering aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Visions of dark, swirling liquid dance in my head, the promise of a steaming mug almost a tangible presence.

I push myself off the cloud-like bed, the cool linens whispering against my skin as I move toward the door. Each step brings me closer to that vital first cup. The soft carpet beneath my feet is a delightful contrast to the sleek wooden floors that lead me through the hallway.

Entering the kitchen, my eyes widen. Bathed in the warm glow of the morning sun, Caeleb stands at the counter.

Hes completely shirtless, his tanned skin gleaming, each ripple of muscle a testament to hours dedicated to … whatever it is incredibly fit men do in their spare time.

He turns, and our eyes meet. All of a sudden, my mouth feels very, very dry.