9. Emily

The musics beat slows. Silas isnt one to miss his cue. He pulls me in, our bodies pressed against each other. His lips whisper against my shoulder, at once soft and hot, scorching and impossibly tender. He could be a man, a lover, and the summer breeze, all in one breath. I sigh and shiver against his body.

He leaves my shoulder to move his head up, and then, hes kissing me. He bends back my head across his arm and touches my lips with his, softly at first, and then with a dizzying, spinning intensity that pushes me into a warm, welcome darkness. His insistent, commanding mouth parts my trembling lips, sending electric jolts along my nerves, drawing out responses Ive never had before. And as a light, citrusy giddiness catches on to me, I kiss him back, my mouth a helpless O, tongue darting out, claiming his, seeking more.

Silass hold on me is almost too gentle, and gentleness is not what I want, not now, not when my mind is made up. I knot my fists in his shirt, pulling him hard against me. He groans softly, low in his throat, extending his arms to circle me. Im in his arms, being pushed against a wall, faintly aware that Finn is watching just a few feet away.

I couldnt care less, in fact, the sheer forbiddenness of being watched, of being with an older man who knows what hes doing, and of being in my element have set me on fire. I crave this. I swing a leg upward, snaking it around Silass hip, and grind against the mounting hardness emerging in his trousers.

Then, just like that, Silas releases his grip on me. I groan in protest.

He takes two steps back and smiles. I stand against the wall and bite my lower lip, watching them watch me. Silas takes his shirt off with deliciously lazy fingers, pausing far too long at each button. In the distance, Finn smirks, his eyes fixed on me. A blush rises to my cheeks.

Both of them smile, almost at the same time. Thats when it hits me. Theyre waiting for me to make a move. My gaze locks with Silass. I bite my lower lip teasingly as my fingers move to the zipper of my dress.

Slowly, never dropping my gaze, I lower it, inch by tantalizing inch. As it reaches my hips, the dress parts ways, revealing a black lace bra and matching throng. With a flourish, I let the dress pool at my feet, baring my long legs and the lacy scrap of fabric that barely conceals my womanhood.

I take pleasure in noticing how their breaths catch in their throat as I run my hands up my sides, unhooking the front closure of my bra. It too joins the discarded dress on the floor, revealing my full breasts, hardened nipples peeking through.

God damn, Silas exhales. What are you, woman?

Im not done.

I step closer to Silas, my movements languid and sensual. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, and with a small smile, lower them to my ankles, stepping out of them as I do so. Then, I stand in front of them, naked and unashamed, every curve illuminated under the ambient lighting of the room.

Their eyes savor me from top to toe, resting on the soft birthmark just below my right hipbone for a few seconds. They take in the curve of my hips, the rounded corners of my body, the gentle swell of my breasts. I stand there, skin warm in the aftermath of their examination.

Admitting this isnt easy, but my body image has always been a bit of a mental tightrope for me. Ive found my own ways to stay in shape—yes, even with the occasional dive into a bag of chips. Exercise and I have a love-hate relationship; you wont catch me at the gym, but Im pretty committed to my daily walks.

Ive learned that being fit isnt about achieving a physique straight out of an anatomy textbook. I chased that ideal once, sculpting my body into what I thought was perfection, only to discover it barely moved the needle on my mental well-being. Thats a whole saga in itself, though.

Silas lets out a long, low whistle.

What? I ask, my voice tentative.

He cant tear his eyes away from the dip that marks the descent to my core. I blush under the fiery scrutiny of his gaze.

Youre gorgeous, he replies, his lips curling into a smile. The low tessitura of his voice fills the room like warm honey over freshly churned butter. The raptorial expression on his face gives me joy. I know he wants me, and thats what I want. I close the distance between us and pull Silas close, keeping my eyes fixed on Finn while I sink my mouth to Silass, kissing him deeply.

The wet sounds of our tongues meeting fill the room. The music changes to slow, vintage jazz. From the open curtains, a crisp breeze dances on my bare skin, adding to the line of goosebumps that have already formed on it. Pushing Silas away, I turn, making sure my hips sway as I walk to the long table at the center of the room. I lean over under the pretense of refilling amber whiskey into drinking glasses. Silas strides and bends, the hollow of his hips and stomach capturing the fullness of my butt. I shiver as his hardness presses against the warm flesh. He extends a large hand and cups a cheek. His breath is flush against my ear.

Youre a naughty girl, Emily, and Im going to have to school you.

He runs his tongue against the nape of my neck, fingers reaching to stroke my already wet, aching pussy. The thrill of being caught and ravished is already burning my skin. Im painfully aware of Finn watching from a distance, his hand stroking his cock.

Silas leans in and pulls me to him, kissing my mouth once again, extending his tongue in until I moan harder than ever. I want him, I need him to own me like he is right now. My nipples harden by instinct as I press myself against his chest. He turns me and pushes me against the table until I am pinned to it. Then, he stops and stares into my eyes. He lowers a hand and gently tucks an errant lock of hair behind my ear.

Has anybody ever told you youre one of the most beautiful women to exist, Emily?

Theres a lump in my throat that has nothing to do with how seen I feel in this moment. His tenderness is sweet, but I want something else right now, and that has nothing to do with my feelings. I reach out and pull him to me, closing our lips in a bruising kiss. He trails his fingers up my thighs, moving in slow, concentric circles until he reaches home turf, already wet for him.

A triumphant smile forms on his lips as he runs his index finger between the folds and rests it on my throbbing clit.

Oh, I moan as he slowly dips a finger inside, watching my expression the whole time. He brings it out and gives it to me. I suck my own need for him greedily, seeing the hunger in his eyes and raising him my own. My legs part, willing him to go deeper.

Fuck, he growls, his hunger now a waking organism. Then, I have an idea.

I angle my head and beckon Finn, taking Silass hand and drawing him to the side.

Let him wait a little.

Finn comes and presses himself close behind me, his fingers grazing my bare back. He leans and leaves a trail of butterfly kisses on my spine, making me cry out as I attempt to steady my breathing. I hear the unfastening of a zipper and instinctively push my ass up. Finn moves to the side as Silas takes control, his cock pressing against my ass.

I need to see him. I turn and face him, drawing him down to my level. Both of us look at Finn for one second. Finn replies with a languid grin. By all means, Emily. Show us what you can do.

The palpable force behind his words makes my knees wobble. I kiss Silas slowly, my mouth open as his tongue dances with mine. I lower my hand and run it over his beautiful, thick, hard cock until it is like a volcano on the brink of explosion, veins running rife over the skin.

God, yes, he growls. He pushes me back, lifting me up on the table so that my legs dangle from the edge. Enough games. He spreads my legs apart, stopping to look at my pussy dripping with anticipation. With a loving sigh, he moves between my thighs.

He begins with three fingers, working to a relentless pace until the wet, smacking sounds of my core squelching against his deft strokes resound in the room. Finn moves up against the table, his cock bared to me. Im so hungry for it.

I take it in my hand and begin stroking, my mouth helplessly open as Silass fingers continue to ravage me. His breath is rugged with desire and the sheer, raw ache youd feel when the years first thunderstorm comes around. Silas moves with a slow, steady pace thats almost too slow. I arch and clench against him, my breathing becoming uneven. He smiles knowingly, infuriating me.

Then, he just stops.

I moan out a protest before his thumb presses down on my clit, making me gasp. My legs swing higher, and I all but ram my pussy into his fingers. He pushes deep inside, stroking and fucking me faster. I clench and cry out as the pressure inside twists and burns until my climax breaks free.

Finn gives me no time to recover. Instead, he picks me up and pushes me against a wall, kissing me with brute force. Silas moves to the side and watches as I lift my leg and wrap it around Finns hip, opening myself up for his probing fingers to descend into me until Im quivering to be fucked.

Silas comes over and like theyre actors in a play, Finn moves to the side. Silas propels me downward until I am on my knees. I take his throbbing cock greedily into my mouth. He is so hard, his tip already glistening with glorious precum. He groans as I begin slurping with loud, wet sounds, sucking deep and fast. I run my tongue up the length of his shaft before wrapping my mouth around the head, taking great pleasure in teasing and tormenting him.

Finn presses his cock against the palm of my hand. After some minutes, Silas pulls away, leaving me gasping as the pop of his cock leaves my mouth. Finn lifts me up and carries me to the sofa, tossing me down before joining me. He trails his tongue and fingers over every inch of my naked skin. He spreads my legs and slips his fingers inside me, stroking until I begin spasming. As I near another body-tearing climax, he lowers his mouth to my clit and sucks, pushing me over the edge. I squirt all over his mouth, my desire now alive, coming through in the most deliciously unladylike ways.

He continues licking me, his tongue darting in and slipping over my clit. I begin spasming. More, I call out, grabbing his hair, pulling his tongue deeper inside, begging. I match his gaze defiantly. This isnt enough, I tell him, my voice clear as crystal. I need you to fuck me.

Finn doesnt wait. He straightens, angles his cock, and slides the first inch in. I roll my head back and sigh in pleasure, keeping my eyes open so I can see the lust in Silass eyes as he watches us. Ever so slowly, Finn propels us into a seated position so Im straddling him. I clench my core around his shaft and he gasps. The moment I release, he grabs my hips and begins moving me up and down, establishing a slow, relentless rhythm.

Goddamn, Silas grunts. Finn chuckles low in his throat as he fucks me, one slow stroke at a time. Then, hes moving, so hard and fast that my breath catches and I begin moaning in one continuous stream. He thrusts harder, his movements becoming arched and paced. Im seconds away from another climax.

Finn holds my hips in place, thrusting his cock deep into my cervix. My head begins to spin, and Im filled with the urge for more, for this to never end. My body has become a livewire of raw energy. He takes me hard and fast, his cock pounding into my pussy. In a minute, I come all over the place, bucking wildly as he plunders me. Finns climax follows a second later. I feel him coat my inner walls, gasping as he tries to steady himself.

Before I can process whats just happened, Silass hands, roughened by desire, pull me to him. My turn, he growls, voice thick and full of need.