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Emma

I t’s been a week since we moved into the safehouse, and we’ve settled into a sort of comfortable familiarity living together. Some days, I can almost forget the reason why we’re here. Max is still having bad dreams, but they’re less frequent and he hasn’t reported seeing his ‘dad’ nor the faceless men since. His school has been extra vigilant and there’s been no sighting of the man who tried to take him.

For the first few days, Jacob came every night for dinner to update us on what he’d found out and, mostly I believe, to make sure we’re behaving ourselves. But since then, his visits have dwindled off and now he simply calls Mason to update him. The guys are being frustratingly obtuse, keeping me out of the loop, much to my annoyance, but it’s clear they’re still no closer to figuring out who’s behind all this.

Max is at school and as usual, I’m rattling around feeling helpless and lost. While the guys have all been perfectly polite and friendly, they’ve kept their distance. Every time it feels like we’re getting to know each other better or having fun, they become distant. Although, if I’m being honest, it’s probably for the best. I can’t deny that I’m painfully attracted to all three of them.

I’m sitting in the reading nook in the window of my bedroom, trying and failing to focus on the pages in front of me. Feeling restless, I put down my book and look out of the window. I let out a small involuntary gasp when I see that the guys are out there working in the yard—if I thought they were sexy normally, watching them sweat in the midday sun takes them to a whole new level.

Although it’s early November, the day is unseasonably warm yet it’s likely to drop off cold later so they’re gathering firewood. I watch transfixed as Mason’s strong hands wield an axe, his biceps rippling as he lifts it high before swinging it down in one confident stroke, splitting the log in two. He’s wearing nothing but a wifebeater that’s damp with sweat and clings to his abs. Ty is similarly dressed, filling a wheelbarrow with prechopped wood, ready to bring it inside. He stretches and runs his hand through his tousled curls, and I watch appreciating the way his muscles contract and stretch with every movement.

My gaze is diverted away from Mason and Ty as Jax walks over carrying two huge logs on his shoulders as if they weigh nothing. My eyes practically pop out of my head as he’s forgone a shirt again and I can see his torso in its full glory. He tosses one of the logs toward Mason who impressively catches it with ease, and I find myself wondering what it would be like to be the one being carried and thrown around by these Adonises.

I’d always felt a bit superior compared to other women who fawn over ripped macho guys. Adam was anything but. He was my first love and one of the very few sexual partners I’ve ever had, and it was his personality that drew me to him. In the beginning, he was soft and gentle, romantic and shy, pretty much everything these men aren’t. Yet look how that turned out. Perhaps it’s because they’re so different that I find myself so drawn to them.

I know I shouldn’t be spying on them, yet somehow, I can’t seem to tear my gaze away. My skin prickles and my nipples harden as I watch them and there’s the telltale tingling of arousal between my thighs. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this turned on. I barely even masturbate these days, yet suddenly I feel like a horny teen. I find myself wishing I’d packed my vibrator, left forgotten in my underwear drawer back home. Almost absentmindedly I find myself stroking my nipple and biting my lip, my hand slipping inside the waistband of my pants to touch the slickness between my thighs.

I close my eyes, picturing them there with me, their strong calloused hands touching my soft skin. I glide my fingers in and out, my nerve endings on fire as I picture what it would be like to be with all three of them at once.

I’m vaguely aware of the sound of heavy boots entering the house but I’m lost in the moment, it’s been so long since I’ve climaxed that all of my senses feel dulled, andthe aching need for more, for them, consumes me. The pressure builds until I can feel myself about to cum, I throw my head back, eyes closed as I arch my back and grind on my fingers, screaming out as I climax. Yet I still want more.

The door flings open wide, and I vaguely realize that the pounding sound I heard was not my heartbeat but the sounds of footsteps running up the stairs.

“Shit,” Mason blurts out in surprise, his voice aroused yet awkward. “Sorry, Emma, we heard a scream, and we thought…”

I come to my senses and realize what they must see, me with my hand still down my pants, my nipples hard from playing with them and clearly visible through the thin silk cami I’m wearing, my face flushed post climax as I sit by the window with a clear view of where they were working just a moment ago.

My immediate instinct of embarrassment is dampened when I realize that none of them have moved. They don’t look horrified by what they’ve just witnessed, dare I say it, but they almost seem… turned on. Emboldened by the fact that they’ve not immediately gone running out of the room in horror, I stand up and face them.

The movement seems to break the spell, and they all start to speak at once, “Sorry.” “We didn’t mean to…” “We’ll go.”

“Don’t,” I find myself blurting out.

And then I do something that surprises even myself. I hook my fingers into the loose silk pants I’m wearing, shimmying them over my hips and letting them drop to the floor. When none of them make any moves to stop me, I do the same with my top. The breeze on my bare breasts hardens my nipples further and my skin feels on fire under their gaze.

“Emma… we shouldn’t…” Mason starts but I ignore him and walk over to them.

I stand before him, eyes locked with his. His blue eyes are dark with desire, like the ocean before a storm. I place my hand on his chest allowing my fingers to caress the contours of his muscles, he lets out a hiss between his teeth, his body tight with tension like a coiled spring as he fights his urges.

I move to do the same with Ty, who stands there equally as stoic, but his eyes caress the lines of my body. I pull at the hem of his tank, and he allows me to pull it up over his head, revealing his rock hard pecks covered in a smattering of chest hair.

When I reach Jax, he has less self-control, he reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw up to my bottom lip. My lips part as I lightly graze my teeth over the end of his finger, my tongue darting out. It excites me further to see the effect it has on him.

“This is a bad idea…” Mason says, though he remains rooted to the spot, as though unable to pull himself away.

“I know,” I reply earnestly, meeting his eyes, “But I still want you. All of you.”

My words seem to break whatever resolve he had left as Mason leans down and scoops me up with one arm, hooking it tight around my waist, I wrap my legs around his torso, aware that he must be able to feel how wet I am through the plain cotton panties I have on. I kiss him and after a moment’s pause, he kisses me back passionately, carrying me to the bed and throwing me down on it. Jax and Ty follow Mason’s lead coming over to the bed on either side of me.

Jax eagerly kisses me, his tongue entwining with mine before he pulls away and begins trailing kisses down my neck, landing on my breasts and languidly teasing each nipple in turn while Ty passionately kisses me. At the end of the bed, Mason moves to part my thighs and I feel his strong hands gently guiding my panties off. I’m only too happy to help, arching my butt up, he scoops his arm under, keeping my already slick pussy exposed and angled slightly up to give him easier access. I feel his tongue flutter across my clit, and I let out a guttural moan, just the smallest of touches has me already feeling like I could explode.

My one hand reaches out to Ty, pulling at his pants and he obliges me, removing them. His already hard cock strains against his boxers and I spring it free, my hand working up and down the length of his shaft.

“Fuck, you’re divine,” he growls his dark eyes boring into mine.

I continue to tease him, though I can hardly focus as Mason expertly explores my clit with his tongue and Jax continues to fondle and tease my nipples, kissing me. My other hand trails to his pants and he too removes them, revealing his thick, hard erection, already slick with precum as I start to work his shaft.

“My god that feels good, but first we’ve gotta focus on you,” he says moving away and continuing to send shockwaves through my body as he kisses every spare inch of skin.

Mason’s strong, sure fingers are now inside me as he fucks me with them, his tongue lashing at my pussy and making me see stars as I already feel the orgasm building inside me. No man’s ever made me cum with just his mouth and hands without detailed guidance yet somehow, he knows exactly where to touch.

“I’m gonna…” I moan as my legs start to tremble and the climax builds.

“That’s it baby, cum on his face,” Ty grunts, his hand stroking my hair as he watches his friends pleasure me.

The orgasm tears through me hard and fast but it’s not enough, I need him inside me. This might be the only time we do this, and I want to make the most of it, I want all of them.

“Fuck me!” I beg.

Mason moves away but his absence is quickly replaced with Jax’s nimble fingers while he removes his clothing. He pauses for a moment looking concerned before asking, “Are you…?”

“Yes. The pill,” I answer his unspoken question.

He nods and moves toward me, positioning himself between my thighs, I can see that he’s huge, far bigger than any other guy I’ve been with. He places his tip at the entrance of my slit, and I moan, desperate for him to enter me. He does so slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, making sure my body can expand and accommodate him. He fucks me in long, languid strokes that drive me wild.

“Is that good?”

“Oh god yes!” I moan, completely lost in the pleasure.

“I want you to suck their cocks,” he orders and somehow, it’s the sexiest fucking thing that I eagerly agree to.

I take Jax in my mouth first licking and sucking, the taste of salty precum on the head of his cock, he groans as I take him in my mouth, swallowing him as deeply as I can. I do the same for Ty and begin to alternate between the two, teasing them with my hands at the same time while Mason fucks me, his thrusts getting harder and faster until I’m screaming out in pleasure, and I know the orgasm is about to hit me like a tsunami.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum Mason!” I cry out, my eyes locking with his, while I take his friends in my mouth, this seems to turn him on even more as he looks at me intensely, thrusting hard and fast.

The orgasm tears through me, my pussy clamping around his hard cock as it draws his own climax out. With one final thrust that fills me to my core, he releases inside of me, roaring like a triumphant warrior returning from battle.

My legs feel numb as the waves of pleasure still ripple through my body and my chest heaves as I breathe heavily, taking a moment to pause and allow myself to enjoy the post-orgasm high, but it’s not over yet. I’ve still got two hunks patiently waiting for their release, watching me with raw desire, and I’m determined to take them both.

“You ready for me beautiful?” Ty asks.

“Yes,” I reply breathily, allowing him to flip me over, his strong arms doing so with ease, so I’m on all fours.

Like well-practiced dancers, the guys move into position, Jax in front of me so I can continue to take him in my mouth, Mason sits to one side, content to watch, and Ty positions himself behind me, his hardness teasing me, his head stroking the length of my slit without entering me. He glides it between my slickness coming into contact with my swollen clit before pulling back again making me moan and back up against him.

“Please,” I moan, not knowing exactly what I’m begging for but just that I need to feel him inside me.

He doesn’t make me ask twice, he parts my legs further and enters me slowly. Though he’s not quite as big as Mason, the new angle feels incredible and he stretches me in a tantalizingly good way, hitting my g-spot as he thrusts in deep. I take Jax in my mouth, delighting in the way his breath audibly changes as I take him as deep as I can. With both of them inside me and Mason’s aroused stare watching, I feel more turned on than ever before.

I’ve always been too insecure about my body to fully let go during sex. My breasts too small, my frame too slight, my ass not big enough to feel sexy, but in this moment I feel like a fucking goddess.

I used to think porn was ridiculously fake, that there was no way that sex could feel that incredible that you completely lose yourself screaming and wailing like a banshee, yet here I am finding that I’ve been missing out on a whole world of sexual pleasures.