by Jamie Craig
"Oh, Emma...I love you."
"Emma and I had a long talk." As Gideon smoothed a palm down over her stomach, his other hand moved behind her to unclasp her bra. The white satin fell free, baring her full breasts. "Since you two weren't doing it, somebody had to." His mouth came down to her ear, though his low voice was still low enough for Jesse to hear clearly. "We learned a lot about each other, didn't we?"
Emma nodded. If the way she licked her lips while she did so was any indication, her throat was as dry as Jesse's.
Gideon's other hand slid beneath the waistband of her panties, and the soft fabric molded over his large fingers as he pushed them beneath her thighs. Emma whimpered, her legs spreading farther apart, but her gaze never left Jesse's. Gideon chuckled. "Fuck, I knew you were wet, Em, but this is absolutely delicious."
"I've been..." She was trying to speak without sounding like Gideon's touching was getting to her, but Jesse could tell from the growing pink of her skin and the way her hands kept bunching at her sides that it was difficult. "If you knew how long I've adored you two, it wouldn't be such a surprise."
Jesse jerked against the cuffs, his fingers curling into ineffective fists. Resentment flashed through him--he wanted to touch her. He wanted to taste her. Why did he have to be tied to the bed? He wasn't going to go anywhere. He sat up as much as he could, but the cuffs were restricting enough that he didn't do anything except make his shoulders ache.
"Gideon, untie me." He rattled the cuffs again. "Please."
"No," came the even response. "We talked about this, too, didn't we, Emma?"
"Yes," she said softly. "Because this isn't about just you and me, Jesse. Gideon wanted me to know what exactly I'd be getting myself into if I'd come home with you last night." Her eyes flickered to the cuffs for a moment before returning to his. "You wanted it to be about all three of us, right?"
"Yes," Jess whispered, relaxing once again. He understood, but his cock was painfully hard against his stomach, the tip slick with pre-come. His mouth watered with the need to close around Emma's pert nipple, pull it between his lips, lick and bite until she cried out. He desperately needed to touch her, but watching them wasn't such a bad thing. They were both so achingly beautiful. Perfect. "Yes, that's exactly what I want."
"Besides..." Gideon pulled his hand out of Emma's panties, his fingers glistening from her juices. "...I figure I deserve to get the first taste for being the one to fix everything." He smirked at Jess as he licked one of his fingers clean. "And trust me. It's more than worth it." His hand brushed over Emma's mouth, shining her lips with her own fluids. "Now get into position, Em, just like we discussed. I need to get undressed."
Gideon stepped back, but Emma hesitated to move. "I have to touch you, Jess," she said. "But I don't want any of the walls up between us right now. I want to be able to feel what you're feeling, and I want you to know what I'm feeling. May I do that? Please?"
Jesse nodded. "You don't need to ask, Emma, ever. You don't need to keep any of the walls between us."
Her hands went to her hips, slowly rolling down her underwear. "I wanted you to have your privacy. I thought...and you got so mad the other day. But I don't want you to think that I'll ever take it for granted." Now completely naked, Emma slowly climbed onto the bed between his legs, crawling up on her hands and knees until she had to straddle his hips. It left them eye to eye, the tight tips of her nipples brushing against his chest, and her hair hung down, curtaining them from Gideon's direct scrutiny. "I love you, Jesse," she whispered. "And I'm yours--both of yours--for as long as you want me." Then she bent her head and kissed him.
Jesse opened himself to the kiss as soon as her soft lips touched his. He traced her mouth with the tip of his tongue, whimpering softly as the taste of her arousal seemed to explode against his mouth. Hungry for more, he deepened the kiss and lifted his hips, sliding his cock against her stomach.
The memory of their first kiss, their only kiss up to that point, had been seared into his mind as something he needed to hold onto, cherish, because the chance would probably never come again. But this kiss was so different, so much better. This kiss was full of promise, and heat, and her lips were so sweet. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and crush her to him, hold her as tight as he could.
His tongue slid against hers. He wanted to explore every bit of her skin, taste all of her. But despite the heady pleasure over how good she felt, the kiss wasn't about the physical sensations. As promised, the walls between them fell, and he could feel everything. He could feel her everywhere. Wave after wave of love, of desire, of pleasure, of need moved through him, and then echoed back to her.
A moan escaped her throat, and her weight shifted above him as she propped herself up on one hand. Without breaking the seal of their mouths, Emma stretched to touch his bound wrist, skimming over the edge of the thick Velcro before starting down his arm. Her fingertips skipped and danced over his skin, stroking along his inner elbow, molding over his biceps until she reached his shoulder. She continued up to his neck, but when her touch glanced over his scarred bite marks, she paused.
She was panting when she broke away from the kiss. The faintest tendril of worry coiled from her touch where it lingered over the marks, but it wound with what Jesse could have sworn was curiosity.
"You've done so much more than I have," Emma breathed. "Experienced so much. I don't want you to be disappointed in me."
Jesse shook his head. That seemed about as likely as Gideon disappointing him. "That will never happen. I could never be disappointed in you. But don't let me...don't let us ever push you into something you don't want to do."
"I think Emma will surprise both of us." Gideon's deep voice from behind her startled both of them, as if they'd forgotten he was in the room for a moment. Emma twisted to look back at him, clearing Jesse's view to see Gideon naked and stroking his erection. "But this isn't the time to talk about that. We can talk about that later."
The mattress creaked as Gideon knelt on the bed behind Emma. She gasped, and in the next moment, she was being pulled up, breaking the contact with Jesse's body so that she only skimmed across his skin. Gideon's arm brushed against Jesse's aching cock as it slid around her waist, and her eyes locked with his again as they both felt--and heard--Gideon sink his fingers into her wet pussy.
Jesse's gasp echoed hers as Gideon began to fuck her with his fingers. His body clenched with the desire to touch, and to be touched, and his flesh tingled with her hunger. She wanted Gideon--the desire was so close to his own for Gideon that he had a hard time recognizing it as hers. His balls throbbed with it. He didn't know how he was going to stand it when Gideon finally fucked her.
"Wasn't she delicious?" Gideon smoothed his palm up her spine, pushing her hair over her shoulder so that it fell and tickled against Jesse's. "Maybe if you're good, boy, I'll let you get it straight from the source." He chuckled. "When I'm done, that is."
"Delicious," Jesse agreed without looking away from her face. She looked as delicious as she tasted, with her fresh, pink skin, and her bright eyes, and her full lips. He dragged his gaze away from her to Gideon. "I'll be good."
"I can touch him, right?" Emma posed the question to Gideon, though she didn't look away from Jesse. "That was what we agreed on."
"Yeah," Gideon agreed. He withdrew his hand from her pussy and promptly wrapped his sticky fingers around Jesse's cock, pumping once to coat him before removing it completely. "Jess is well acquainted with delayed gratification. He knows it'll be worth it in the long run."
A small smile curved her mouth. "I feel like it's Christmas," she murmured. Her head bowed and she ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of his jaw. "I must have been a very, very good girl this year."
Jesse moaned softly. "I think it's better than Christmas."
He was acquainted with delayed gratification, but now he wondered if Gideon was trying to kill him. He did trust that it would be worth it in the long run, but it was difficult to take a long-
term view, especially when Emma's tongue moved down his throat. He swallowed hard and arched his head back, silently begging her not to stop. Every tiny bit of contact was both too much and not enough.
Her hands returned to stroking his arms, long and sweeping as if she was trying to map his build to memory. Every inch she covered tingled, from the touch of her soft skin, from the blaze of emotion she left in her wake. How had he forgotten how intense this could be? And she was sharing it with him, wanted to share it with him for as long as he let her, and it was that realization more than any of the other that made him tremble.
The angle of her body shifted, her hips resting more firmly against his so that his cock was now trapped between the heat of their stomachs, but it took the sudden tug at his balls for him to figure out why.
"I'm not waiting." There was a hitch in Gideon's voice, though his gaze was just as steadfast as ever. "Seeing the two of you like this..."
His thought was left unsaid. But the flare of desire and love that jumped from Emma at that point made both she and Jesse gasp.
Jesse's hips rose naturally to meet Gideon as he thrust into Emma. The sudden swell of pleasure from her was almost enough to make his eyes roll back, and his whole body pulsated with heightened need. She moved forward with the force of Gideon's thrust, her stomach sliding against his shaft. Gideon gripped her hips and pulled her back against him, and Jesse thought he was going to burst. It felt like Emma had crawled under his skin, like Gideon was erasing the lines that separated their bodies.
Now that Gideon was driving into her, Emma stopped her exploration of Jesse's upper body, gripping his shoulders in order to minimize the slide back and forth along his body. There was still friction, though, long drags of sweaty skin up and down the length of his cock, along with the even slapping of Gideon's balls against Jesse's. Sensations compounded when her nails dug into his skin, and her breathing soon turned into frantic pants, each one hot and sweet as it flared across his mouth.
"Jess..."
A particularly forceful thrust from behind strangled the rest in her throat, and Emma set her brow against Jesse's, her hands clutching even more tightly. Their breaths mingled until she closed the distance, and the wanton plunge of her tongue past his lips unleashed a fresh wave of want.
Jesse used his mouth as an outlet for all the hunger building inside of him, kissing her like he was never going to have another chance to explore her mouth. She responded in kind, stoking the flames in his gut, and his heart swelled. Even if he couldn't feel her emotions and desires, he could taste how much she wanted him, wanted this, wanted to be right where she was.
When she broke away to gasp for breath, he followed her, moving his head to capture her mouth as soon as she inhaled. She moaned against him, and Jesse felt Gideon shift the rhythm, moving faster, creating more friction against Jesse's shaft. The moan turned into a muffled shout against his mouth, and she tore away again.
He caught the frenzy in her eyes as she whipped her head around to gaze at Gideon. "Harder," Emma begged, and the surprise that leapt from both men was palpable.
"Well, well," Gideon said, without breaking his rhythm. "Far be it for me to disappoint a lady." He caught Jesse's eye. "Let's both give her what she wants."
It was on the tip of Jesse's tongue to ask how the hell he was supposed to do that tied to the bed, but then Gideon was bending over, his hips snapping even more fiercely as he pounded into her pussy, and he slithered a hand down between her breasts in order to force her to arch her back. It put the tight points of her nipples within inches of Jesse's mouth, her succulent breasts shiny with sweat, and he met her gaze, looking for the confirmation.
"Harder," Emma repeated, in that same pleading tone.
Jesse caught her nipple with his lips, flicking his tongue over the hard flesh. She tasted salty-sweet, and his mouth watered for more. Her eyes pleaded with him, and he sank his teeth into her soft skin. She screamed, and the shockwave of bliss that reverberated through him did more to set off his own orgasm than the relentless friction. His come coated their stomachs, and still she kept rocking against him as Gideon thrust again and again. Jesse bit harder, and her second shout finally sent Gideon over the edge.
She was trembling like a leaf caught in a gale by the time Gideon's strokes slowed and stopped, and Jesse watched his hands massage the quivering muscles of her back. Her lashes fluttered shut, her lips parting as he soothed the rough edges of her orgasm, and she settled her head into the crook of Jesse's shoulder, her soft breath cooling his heated skin.
"Don't get too comfortable," Gideon teased.
Strong hands peeled her away, leaving Jesse bereft of her heat, and he watched Gideon set her on the mattress and force her to kneel at Jesse's side.
"As pretty as he looks painted in come," Gideon said to her, "I want you to clean him up. And then because he's been so good, I'm going to let Jess clean you."
It took a moment for understanding to dawn in her still-glazed eyes, but when it did, they widened, shifting to gaze down at the streaks of fluid smeared across Jesse's stomach. The tip of her tongue darted out and moistened her lips the moment before she caught her hair in her hand and pulled it back, and she kept it out of the way as she leaned over to lick the nearest droplets from his skin.
Jesse hissed and arched off the bed at the first touch of her tongue. She looked up and deliberately swiped her tongue over his stomach. His muscles tensed and quivered, jumping like she was shocking him with each slow lick. Her breath was hot against him, a stray hair falling free to tickle his thigh as she shifted and moved lower. Jesse's breath came in sharp pants, and his cock was hard again before she finished lapping him clean.
He watched Gideon run a gentle hand over her hair, settling at the back of Emma's neck to pull her up to his mouth. The kiss they shared was deep and slow, as Gideon sought the residual taste of Jesse in her mouth, and when they parted, both were smiling.
"I'm going to have a shower," Gideon said, rising from the bed. He came around the edge of the bed to lean down and press the same kind of kiss to Jesse's mouth, stealing his breath before standing again. "Talk to her," he murmured. "There's no more excuses for not."
Gideon freed him from the cuffs, and Jesse caught him for another quick kiss before he could walk away. He was right. There wasn't any excuse not to talk to her. As Gideon closed the door behind him, Jesse looked at her flushed body and realized there were other things than talking that he'd like to do with his mouth. With a grin, he wondered where he should start.
Chapter 11
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It had been weeks--months, even--since Emma had had such an influx of raw emotion coursing through her system. She had wanted it, expected it, craved it in many ways, but the first crash of Jesse's love had made her dizzy, and it had grown exponentially from that. She was going to blame Gideon, or credit him, though she probably wouldn't stroke his ego by telling him so. Because it had been his idea to fuck her on top of Jesse like that. And it was all that contact, heightened by the lust and love and rising sensations, that left her feeling intoxicated.
She watched Gideon leave, and she watched Jess turn toward her, his appreciation naked in his eyes as they swept over her. In a way, she felt self-conscious for the first time ever since meeting him, though it was hardly the first time he'd seen her naked. It was, however, the first time he'd been in a position to regard her in an openly sexual manner, and after having been privy to the plan that had kept him from doing what he'd begged Gideon for, she wasn't entirely certain how that was going to change things.
"It was Gideon's idea," Emma blurted. She flushed. "The cuffs, I mean. I had thought we were just going to talk until he suggested them."
"Credit where it's due, it was a good idea." He fingered the Velcro cuffs with a small smile. "I like the cuffs." He arched his brow. "I really would have loved to hear that conversation though."
She slid a little closer to him on the bed. "Which? The one I thought we were going to have
, or the one where Gideon turned me into a beet, telling me all the different kinds of things he does to you?"
Jesse wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him, his leg sliding over hers. "The one where Gideon turned you into a beet. We can still have the conversation you thought we were going to have."
Stretched out on their sides, his body already curling protectively around hers, it was easy to think that they had been doing this for years. That was how comfortable it felt. How right. It could have been a side effect of being so open to each other under such intense circumstances for so long, but Emma thought it was more than that. Well, she wanted to think it was more than that. Maybe there was a romantic lurking somewhere inside her after all.
"We kind of already had part of it," she said. She traced swirls in the sweat that clung to his chest before yielding to the urge to lean forward and lick the same path. "It helps that you let me read you. Gideon said you would, but I wasn't so sure."
"Because of what I said last week?" Jesse sighed. "I didn't want you to read me because I was feeling jealous and hateful and...conflicted. I wasn't proud of that."
"Of Ethan? But why didn't you ever say anything?"
Jesse pressed his lips against her forehead and sighed softly. "Because I didn't think I was in love with you, or could be. And then Gideon forced me out of my denial, but after that I realized that...you deserved somebody who could offer you more than I could. A future, a family, a normal life. None of that is in the cards here."
"But I'm not interested in those kinds of things," Emma said automatically, but at Jesse's raised brow, she amended it as, "Well, normal would be nice, but it doesn't matter how good I get at controlling my abilities, normal's never going to be in the cards for me. And I don't want kids, which only leaves having a future, so unless you know something I don't, I think this is one conclusion you really messed up on, Mr. Smarty Pants."
Jesse smiled self-consciously. "Clearly. Which is probably why Gideon thought I deserved a bit of torture. Just what did Gideon tell you about all the things he does to me?"
