“Amazing,” Toni whispered then looked out across the water. The sun was nearly completely set, and the sky an abundance of dark orange and red colors swirling around, swallowing up the city from their view.
I wish every night could be like this. In the arms of Stone and Emerson without a care in the world and nothing to fear.
* * * *
Stone helped Antoinette retie her top, despite the desperate need he had to be inside of her. She was sweet, soft, and well built in all the right places, but she was also shy and reserved. He knew she wasn’t like other women he’d bedded in the past. It made her even more special. He was feeling a bit overwhelmed with emotions and a feeling of possessiveness. So he stood up and excused himself a moment.
Emerson squinted at him. His best friend, more like a brother, knew him as well as Stone knew himself. But with thoughts of lifting Antoinette up into his arms, or over his shoulder, and carrying her to the bed downstairs, he knew he needed to take a breather. He felt overwhelmed.
* * * *
“Is he okay?” Antoinette asked Emerson as he watched her watching Stone disappear into the cabin and head below deck.
“He’s fine. He enjoyed himself as much as I did. You’re exquisite, Antoinette.” Emerson pulled her closer to his side.
They stared out at the night sky and now the buildings and skyline in the distance were illuminated with the small square lights. The city that never slept, even from out here on the water.
“It’s so beautiful, and such a treat to view the city from the water like this. It was very nice of your boss to allow you to use his yacht tonight, Emerson. You know, you and Stone didn’t have to go to such measures for me. Just being with the two of you anywhere would make me happy,” she told him. He wasn’t completely surprised by her statement. Antoinette wasn’t a woman to go after a man for his money or his assets. She liked them because of their sincerity, their show of affection. So why was he feeling guilty right now? How would she react, when she found out they were billionaires?
He reached for her hand as they stood by the railing overlooking the decks below.
She jerked away from him, her bangle bracelets clattering together.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asked, and she took a step back and pushed the bracelets lower on her wrist.
“No. I think my bracelets pinched my skin. It’s okay. Uhm, I’d like to use the ladies’ room.”
“Are you sure that you’re okay?” he asked.
She looked away from him and swallowed hard as she rubbed her arm and stared downward. His instincts made him question her sudden need for the ladies’ room. He wanted her to stay right by his side. Then he figured that she wanted to freshen up. He never felt so on edge and out of control of his emotions. He held her gaze, wanting to kiss her again before giving her a reprieve.
He reached for her hand, and when he moved the bracelets, he thought he saw bruises. She tried to pull away.
“Are you hurt? Are those bruises?”
“Please, Emerson, just leave it alone. I need to use the ladies’ room. Is it down one flight or two?” she asked.
He knew that Stone was probably pacing the cabin below and trying to get his desire under control, but something was up with Antoinette. His gut warned him to tread carefully.
“Two flights, the second door near the bedroom.”
She nodded and headed toward the staircase.
Emerson ran his fingers through his hair as he thought back to a few moments ago and how she pulled from him in pain.
Something was up with her wrist. Why wouldn’t she tell him?
He waited a few minutes so she could use the restroom, and then decided to wait for her downstairs.
As he came down the staircase, he saw Stone press her body against the wall between the bedroom door and the bathroom door. He was kissing her and she was kissing him back.
Emerson felt his own cock harden, and as he moved closer, he got a better look at Antoinette’s wrists. The bangle bracelets were raised, and the bruises and red marks apparent.
He moved closer, and when he caressed her arm, she jerked her mouth from Stone’s and pulled her hands down and away.
“Whoa, baby, it’s just Emerson. I didn’t mean to attack you the moment you exited the powder room. I feel so overwhelmed.”
“I do, too. Maybe we should go upstairs and relax a little,” she suggested. As she stepped from Stone’s embrace, Emerson blocked her way and took her hand into his hand.
She froze as he held her gaze, never even glancing at the bruises on her wrists again.
“Maybe you should explain how you got these?” he asked.
“What’s going on?” Stone asked as Antoinette tried to step back.
Emerson stepped forward and she froze where she was. “It’s none of your business. I think we should go upstairs,” she stated purposefully avoiding the subject.
“What’s none of our business?” Stone asked. Both men stood in front of her. Emerson knew their size and their personalities were intimidating, but he wanted her to feel safe and know that they could protect her if needed. He wanted to know if someone hurt her. The thought immediately upset him.
“Look at her wrists, Stone. She’s hiding some bruising behind those bangles.”
“Please, Emerson, don’t do this. The evening has been perfect. I don’t want this night to end this way.”
“Bruising. What the hell?” Stone asked as he lifted her other hand and slid the bracelets up higher. She cringed and he gentled his touch.
“Holy crap. It’s on both wrists?” Stone asked Emerson, as if he knew where they came from.
“Tell us the truth,” Emerson whispered, but Antoinette shook her head. She lowered her eyes a moment. Then she took a deep breath, released it, and looked back up toward Emerson. She had tears in her eyes, but he could tell that she was trying to be strong. His gut clenched. Was she into self-inflicting pain? Did someone tie her up and have their way with her? Was she involved with someone else? Too many crazy thoughts filtered through his head. There was something terribly wrong with this. Their perfect woman, the one they had been searching for, wasn’t who she seemed.
“I don’t want to discuss it with either of you. It wouldn’t be right to get you involved or to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“What? You are going to tell us how you got these. You’re going to tell us right now, Antoinette,” Stone demanded.
She swallowed hard. “Are you threatening me?”
Emerson knew this situation was about to get intense.
“Threats? I don’t make threats, I make promises. You know the rules. You accepted them upstairs.”
She shook her head. “This is different. I’m not ready to share my entire life with you. I need time.”
“You’re filled with excuses,” Stone replied.
“You’re not used to people telling you no. I’m telling you no, now. Leave it alone, Stone.”
Emerson knew that Stone could be so demanding and one sided sometimes that he came across overly aggressive. He hoped that his best friend could see that Antoinette needed them to be supportive and gentle right now. His gut clenched. Stone wasn’t used to taking his time. But then, he shocked Emerson.
Stone placed his palm against Antoinette’s cheek. She closed her eyes, and seemed to relax in his hold. It was quite a sight to see and feel emotionally. This thing between the three of them was right, and they would see Antoinette through whatever was going on in her life.
“You’re so stubborn, woman. I’m going to tell you something, Antoinette. Something that I’ve never said to a woman.” She opened her eyes and held his gaze. Emerson held his breath, feeling the intensity of the moment.
“I’m not used to taking things slow. When I want something, I usually get it. I want you. I want every part of you, and the need, the hunger is so great, I don’t want to put on the brakes. It’s killing me right now, to know that someone may have hurt you, that you’re too
scared to share with us what’s going on.”
“Stone, you don’t understand,” she said, sounding so sad.
Stone wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her hard against his chest. “I’m only going to tell you this once. You can trust us. We won’t hurt you. We want you in our lives, and that being said, we want to know everything about you. No woman of mine is going to walk around hiding her life and sustaining bruises on her perfect body.”
Emerson reached up and caressed her arm, and then placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked at him, and he gave a soft smile. The emotions were overwhelming.
She clutched Stone’s shirt by his shoulders. “Please, Stone. I’m afraid of your reaction if I tell you. I don’t want you involved.”
Stone squeezed her to him again. She gasped.
“You will tell me. Whether it’s now, or after we make love, you’re telling me.”
“But I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want to lose what we could have. The three of us together. I just don’t know if I can risk that,” she admitted, which made Emerson even more curious as to what was happening in her life that she feared possibly destroying this relationship.
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is the three of us together. Tell me that you don’t want us. Tell me that you don’t feel as hungry and needy as we do.” The air was so thick with intensity and pure desire Emerson felt his entire being grasp onto her response. Would she deny them, the desire they felt? Or would she put her fears aside and let them in?
Her eyes widened and Emerson watched as Stone slowly leaned forward, and she closed her eyes right before Stone kissed Antoinette.
Their kiss grew wild quickly. Antoinette ran her fingers through Stone’s hair, as Stone caressed her body everywhere. Emerson felt the energy, like a power surge, their attraction, desires, and need were an instant shock to their systems.
As Stone back stepped into the bedroom, he lifted Antoinette into his arms and she straddled his waist. Emerson closed the door to the bedroom then joined them by the bed. He ran his hands under her dress and caressed her naked ass. He smiled to himself. Stone had yet to return her panties to her.
Stone pulled his mouth from her lips. “We want you. Are you on the pill?” he asked then kissed along her chin and neck.
“Yes. Are you two safe?” she asked, sounding breathless.
“Yes,” both Emerson and Stone replied.
“This is crazy,” she whispered.
“This is fate,” Emerson told her as Stone turned her toward him, and then Emerson kissed her.
* * * *
Toni didn’t care about tomorrow, or about consequences. She wanted to make love to these two men. They got her so riled up and excited, she could hardly remain still.
Stone set her feet down.
“Dress off,” Stone whispered in that damn sexy controlling tone of his. She reached back and undid the zipper. Her fingers were actually shaking she was so aroused.
“And the bracelets,” Emerson whispered next to her ear, as the fabric fell from her body, and Emerson reached under her arms from behind and cupped her breasts.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
Stone took her hand and slowly began to pull off the bracelets. Emerson played with her breasts and nipples, as he watched Stone from over her shoulder. As Stone removed the bracelets, his eyes squinted, and then he locked gazes with her. Her heart sank.
“You will explain later. If someone did this to you, he’s a dead man walking.”
She wasn’t surprised by his chivalry. She was nearly overwhelmed with tears as Stone leaned down and kissed her wrists gently. He then looked up into her eyes as he licked across her overly sensitive skin on her wrist to her finger, then pulled one finger between his lips and sucked her digit.
It was so erotic, she felt her pussy leak and her nipples harden. As he released her finger from his mouth, he winked. Some silly little twang of excitement attacked every fiber of her body.
Emerson took that moment to lift her up and place her onto the bed. She watched in awe as both men undressed in record speed. First Toni saw Stone remove his shirt. Hard muscles, ridges and ridges of perfection revealed, and then the tattoos appeared. She looked at Emerson as he pulled off his shirt, the muscles similar, but his shoulders a bit wider. As they undid their pants and stood before her naked, she could barely catch her breath.
Both men reached for a strap on her sandals. They removed them and then Stone and Emerson held her gaze.
“You are so beautiful, sweetheart,” Emerson whispered sweetly.
“Legs open. Dessert before dinner tonight,” Stone stated in that very demanding tone of his. She was shocked at how quickly she complied, and then he fell to his knees and licked her pussy lips.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. Emerson joined her on the bed as Stone pulled her hips and legs lower so that her ass and pussy hung over the edge of the bed. The cool air was such a deep contrast to her overly heated pussy. She felt her anus pucker, as if anticipating Stone would touch her there, too. As much as it scared her to allow such a naughty exploration, her desire to allow them was more powerful.
“You are so sexy, woman. So damn sexy.” Emerson kissed her lips. She thrust upward when she felt Stone’s tongue then fingers penetrate her cunt. He alternated fingers then tongue, fingers then tongue until she was thrusting her hips upward.
“That’s right, baby. You want us inside of you, right?” Emerson asked, releasing her lips and running the palms of his hand over her breasts then to her taut belly.
“Yes. Oh God, yes.” She felt her cream escape and then Stone’s tongue and mouth sucked on her sensitive clit.
She reached for his head and Emerson gave her an order.
“Arms up and above your head. Don’t move them unless you’re told.”
She was panting now. Their orders, their touch, and their commands were going to be the death of her.
When she felt Stone’s fingers swipe her own cream along the crack of her ass and then press against her forbidden hole, she nearly skyrocketed off the bed. Emerson’s firm palm against her belly kept her in place, and his calming voice assaulted her body in every positive way. “Easy, baby. You’re all ours to cherish and explore.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, then sucked her tongue between his teeth and hungrily devoured her moans. The feel of his muscular chest pressing softly against her nipples and breasts made her want him harder against her. She felt so damn needy and aroused when Emerson lifted his lips from hers and then began to play with her breasts.
Stone stood up, caressing her inner thighs and then her belly and breasts before he kissed her lips. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she could taste herself on his lips. It was erotic and naughty.
“Antoinette, baby, I can’t wait to be inside of you. You’ve got my cock so damn hard, woman. I want in,” he told her firmly.
“I want you. Please, Stone. I need you.” Her words brought a small smile to his lips and then a serious, almost “up to no good” expression on his face and in his eyes, right before he kissed her hard on the mouth. She was kissing him back, lifting her thighs higher as he brought them up and against his hips. She simultaneously felt Emerson’s hands caressing her hair, and gently stroking her arms that were above her head. The tip of his cock teased her pussy lips. She felt another gush of cream, as she moaned into Stone’s mouth. Then he began to push the thick, hard muscle between them. He felt so big, so thick and hard she was suddenly worried that he may not fit.
“Easy baby. Relax and let him in. We’ll fit. You’re made for us,” Emerson whispered. As he kissed her ear, his warm breath caused a series of goose bumps to travel beneath her skin and ease her tightness. Her own release of fluid lubricated Stone’s invasion as he thrust his cock all the way inside of her.
“Ours.” He growled against her lips. She wanted to touch him, yet the sensation of being restrained, even though she could move her hands at any moment was thrilling and erotic. She would
n’t mind one bit being tied up by these men as they had their way with her. The feel of Stone’s hard cock penetrating her over and over again, made her feel a plethora of emotions. .Desire, safety, companionship, home.
Toni wanted to grab onto his shoulders. She wanted to hold him and thrust up against him, but they gave their orders. She wanted to please them both.
“I need,” she whispered. She wanted to tell them that she needed to touch them, but she didn’t know if they would let her.
“You need what, baby? You need both of us? You want Stone in your pussy and me in your ass, baby?” Emerson asked as he gently caressed her hair from her forehead.
“Oh God, no. No, I don’t think I can. Never did that before,” she admitted.
“Never?” Stone questioned as he thrust his cock harder, lifted up slightly and held her gaze.
She shook her head. “Never.”
“Get the lube, Emerson. She becomes only ours tonight. We seal this deal.”
“Oh God.” She moaned a small orgasm at his words, his commanding tone. They were like night and day, good cop, bad cop in their personalities, yet the power of their desire for her combined was identical, combustible, and nearly overwhelming. Were they for real? Did they want her this badly? To claim her in every way a man can claim his woman? She suddenly wanted their cocks everywhere. She wanted to taste them, allow them to penetrate every hole, every bit of her body. She felt possessed. She breathed in their colognes, the scent of their bodies, the masculine energy they omitted like pheromones to her DNA, her sexual desires and her soul.
Stone grabbed her arms by her elbows and began a series of deep, fast thrusts into her. Her pussy erupted in tiny bursts of cream, making her body shiver and shake.
“That’s it, baby. Give me all your cream. I want you to beg for more. You want more, don’t you, Antoinette? You want to feel Emerson’s cock in your ass? You want both of us together?” he asked her.
She shook again as she moaned the word, “yes.”
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