by L. A. Boruff
Trigg smiles at me, proud of the results of our mutual effort. “There’s more where that came from,” he promises Emma.
“Damn right. We haven’t even gotten in the shower yet. Besides, Trigg’s never seen my moves before. I might have to show off a little,” I say with a big grin.
“Hey, um,” he says, “speaking of which…”
“What’s that?” I ask absentmindedly, my focus drawn to the soft warmth of Emma’s bare skin under my hands.
“I’ve never… you know… I’ve always been a little curious, I guess.”
The nervousness in Trigg’s voice grabs my attention. I stare at him for a moment, the realization of what he’s talking about hitting me like a linebacker charging through the room. Holy shit. Over all the years, Trigg has never once given me this vibe, and I’ve respected that. Other than some playful teasing, I’ve never even thought to cross that line, not with him.
As the meaning of his words dawn on me, I have to fight hard to resist the urge to start grinning like a cocky schoolboy. He wants some of this, does he? She must hear it in his voice, too, because Emma’s eyes light up and she turns to me, her mouth falling open a little in surprise.
But I maintain the most neutral expression I can. I’m sure as hell not going to finish that sentence for him. If he’s going where I think he’s going, he needs to lead the way.
“You’ve never what?” I ask casually.
Trigg glances sideways at her then back to me, trying to assess our reactions. “Just… watching what you and Jax have with Emma, it’s made me… a little curious lately.”
“Curious? About what?” I shrug, feigning confusion. This is too much fun to give in easily. I’m kinda liking watching him sweat a little.
My best friend lifts his eyes to the ceiling, as though he’s searching for courage to see this through, and yet still can’t quite believe he’s even considering it.
“What is it?” I ask, trying to keep my expression nonchalant.
Between us, Emma’s biting her bottom lip, trying to hide a wide grin.
That look in her eyes goads me on. “Do you need some sex advice or something?” I ask bluntly.
Trigg flashes me a narrow look, and a smirk plays across his mouth.
He’s on to me, but I can’t help myself. I have to poke a little more. “I can teach you a few things, if you want. I’m sure Emma wouldn’t mind.”
He lets out an amused huff and rolls his eyes for a moment before turning his gaze back to me, a look of determination on his face. “Just shut up and let me see something.”
Trigg leans forward over Emma’s shoulder, reaching a hand to my neck. We’re too close for me not to know what he wants, and the time for joking is past. What the hell, why not? Now that the offer is on the table, I have to admit I’m a little curious, myself. I lean into Emma, sandwiching her between us as I move closer to Trigg.
Our lips meet, and Trigg is tentative at first. It’s a bit awkward on my end for a moment, too, kissing my best friend, but I draw a deep breath through my nose and just go for it, deepening the kiss. Trigg responds, his touch masculine, almost as firm as Jax’s. But then he softens, his lips molding to mine and his hand tightens against my neck, pulling me in further.
I hear Emma’s breath go quiet as she watches us, as though she’s afraid to make a sound and break the spell. Between her naked body pressed against mine and Trigg’s kiss, I go lightheaded for a second. This is not what I expected when I thought of us all in the shower together, but I suppose it’s long overdue.
Trigg pulls away slowly, a contemplative twist to his lips, and I lean back.
Emma’s eyes are wide and dancing with excitement as she looks back and forth at us. “Well? How was it?”
Trigg rubs his fingers across his mouth quietly for a moment. “It was okay.”
Both my eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. “Just okay?”
He laughs. “It was about as good as I imagine kissing a guy could be.”
“Thanks,” I say dryly.
“I thought it was fucking hot,” Emma offers, clearly hoping for more.
“But I don’t think it’s my thing, not when I can kiss you.” Trigg turns to her, brushing a thumb across her lips before laying a tender kiss on her mouth. “Yes, definitely. I much prefer these lips.”
“Fucking tease,” I say, pretending to pout. But I can’t disagree with him. There’s no one I’d rather kiss more than Emma. And I didn’t expect any other outcome, not from Trigg. He’s nothing if not a lady’s man.
“It seems I missed some good stuff.”
We all turn to see Daniel draping Emma’s new set of clothing across the chair in front of her makeup table. He digs his fingers into the knot of his tie, loosening it as he approaches.
I step aside, getting my big mass out of the way so Daniel has full access to Emma. I need to cool off and let our Southern gentleman take a turn. It’s what he would do.
Emma crooks her finger and beckons to him. He raises the tie over his head and lets it fall to the bathroom floor then gets to work on the buttons of his dress shirt as Emma goes straight for his thin, black belt. Trigg reaches around her, cupping her breasts and massaging them. Emma tilts her head to the side, giving his lips access to her neck.
Stepping backward into the spray of the showerheads, I test the temperature of the water with my shoulders, then immerse myself completely in the stream. I lean against the shimmering blue tile, letting the water stream from the crown of my head to my chest. I run my hand down my abdomen, following the trail of the water down to my hard cock. I watch with anticipation as Emma unzips Daniel’s pants and he pulls the dress shirt from his arms.
From my vantage point, I can see Trigg is hard, too, his erection pushing against Emma’s fine ass. He pulls her backwards, leaving Daniel to finish stripping himself. Emma lets Trigg guide her into the showers; the waterfall streams from overhead trickling onto their skin.
Daniel hurries up, ripping the under shirt free and working to divest himself of his slacks and boxers. He stares at the retreating duo, his eyes hungry as he takes them in. We both watch with rapt attention as Trigg’s hands play with Emma’s breasts.
She turns her head to me, her gaze quickly wandering down to where I stroke myself. “It’s not like you to miss out on the fun,” she says, concern in her expression.
“Oh, I’m just letting them get you warmed up for this beast,” I tell her with a wicked grin, loving how her lips part as she watches my hand move up and down the length of my shaft. “Besides, it’s a damn nice view from here.”
This woman knows me well, but she’s also changing me in ways I never thought possible. Last year’s model of me would have charged right in, taken over the show. But I’m learning how much value there is in this right here — hanging back, watching my friends work their magic. Taking my time as they draw out her pleasure, knowing there’s plenty more to be had for both of us when she’s ready for me. Because if it’s one thing this woman has, it’s amazing stamina. She knows how to satisfy every one of our needs, making me damn happy I have Trigg and Daniel here to give her the full advantage of what a unified front can offer in return.
Trigg takes Emma’s rose-scented soap from its home on the little recessed shelf along the shower wall and applies it to a plush washcloth. The last of his clothes discarded, Daniel enters the showers, ready to play his part, and Trigg extends the bar of soap and a second washcloth to Daniel, welcoming him.
My chest seizes tightly as an unexpected well of emotion gathers there. I know I love this woman, and I know I love these men, but this was something I had never expected us all to experience together. Jax and I, we’ve been with Emma intimately, our bodies pressed together, our hands and mouths exploring every part of each other as we found ecstasy together over and over. But that’s something we started exploring a long time ago. It was only when Emma became our third that our desires were finally truly fulfilled, and I can never go back to anything else. I know J
ax feels the same. Emma completes us in ways that no other woman ever could.
But sharing her with the other board members of Pentabyte? Not in my wildest dreams. Okay, maybe in some of the more outlandish ones, but I knew my fantasies weren’t even circling the edges of reality, and I never thought they would be. An old-school gentleman like Daniel and serial monogamist like Trigg? I could have sworn a woman would have been the death of our tightly-knit group, but then we managed to all fall in love with my Foxy Lady, and instead of ripping us apart, her love has become an unwavering source of strength and acceptance. The six of us… an unconventional arrangement that none of us saw coming, but now we couldn’t live without. Emma’s the center of us, the one we’ve all needed, and our bond is stronger than ever.
I swallow back the wave of emotions flooding me, focusing on the tantalizing scene playing out in front of me. Trigg has turned Emma to face him, and he’s running the washcloth over her neck then down her breasts. Daniel has moved behind her, his lips lowering to her neck. Emma moans and leans her head back onto his shoulder as he runs his washcloth across her hips.
Despite our promises to get her washed off and ready for the charity event on time, it’s obvious the soapy cloths have become nothing more than a pretense for Daniel and Trigg to run their hands over her supple body, because they as sure as shit aren’t doing much scrubbing.
Daniel’s hands wonder quickly south, to the glorious mounds of her naked ass. He squeezes a good handful and moves the cloth between her cheeks, lingering there until Emma leans into Trigg and spreads her legs, pushing her ass toward Daniel as he teases her.
I groan and stroke harder on my shaft as Daniel adjusts himself so his hard erection is between Emma’s legs, sliding along the cleft of her ass. Goddamn, I want to be inside her. But I don’t dare make a move right now, because my curiosity is raised for a second time today as I watch Daniel continue to lavish attention on her rear. Holy hell, I think this might be going somewhere I didn’t expect again.
I grip my cock tighter as my pulse quickens. He grinds against her ass, spreading her cheeks as he does so, and I grow impatient, eager to watch what I think is about to happen. “You too much of a gentleman to do the deed? Because I’ll come over there and do it for you.”
Daniel turns, looking at me with a calm confidence. He gives me a wry smile as he squeezes Emma’s ass. “Don’t let my refined exterior deceive you. A true gentleman is willing to please a lady in all ways.”
He lowers, kneeling on the tile behind Emma, sending the washcloth down over the back of her thighs. He licks a rivulet of water flowing from the small of her back down to the round of her buttocks. Emma lets out a sigh of pleasure as he kisses further down, his firm hands squeezing her plump ass between sensuous strokes across her skin, working his way lower, deeper.
Trigg nods appreciatively at the sight, peering over Emma’s shoulder. “Now there’s an idea I can get behind.”
He doesn’t even so much as keep the pretense of the washcloth; Trigg drops it to the side and kneels in front of Emma. He wraps his hands behind her hips, his fingers pressing into the flesh of her ass, and pulls her forward. It both exposes her to Daniel and brings her closer to his own tongue. I groan long and low as both men move their mouths closer to Emma’s most sensitive areas. As they position themselves, she reaches for Trigg’s shoulders, bracing herself over top of him.
My jaw drops in amazement as Daniel, our proper gentleman, nestles his face between the cleft of Emma’s ass without hesitation. I can tell the second his tongue touches her tight hole, because her hips jerk and her chest shudders with a gasp. She tips her head back, her eyes rolling to the ceiling as Daniel rims her, and she pushes her ass backward to give him a better angle.
Trigg lowers himself further so he can lick her sweet pussy, his thumb rising to rub circles across her clit. I’ve got a hell of a view as my two friends work together, pushing her toward another orgasm. My own hips buck as I work my hand, and I have to slow the pace of my stroking — I don’t want to come, not yet.
Emma sways, and I can see the tension growing in her muscles. Yeah, there’s no fucking way she isn’t riding a high right now. Daniel brings a hand up between her legs, angling between the firm cheeks of her ass. His licking and kissing becomes more intermittent as he uses his fingers to play with her tight hole. He’s being gentle and going slowly, and it’s clear from Emma’s reaction that she loves it. She rocks her hips, asking for more.
The two of them find just the right combination of stimulation, because suddenly Emma clenches onto Trigg’s shoulders, and she moans loudly — a high-pitched siren’s call that makes my cock throb. Fuck, I can’t hold out. Not with this view, not with those sounds of pleasure coming from Emma. I stroke faster, the need to come overtaking me. Watching these three together is a fucking fantasy come true. My balls tighten as I watch Daniel push a second finger inside Emma’s ass just as Trigg does the same from his side, inserting two fingers into her pussy while his mouth moves to her clit.
Emma’s legs shake, and it’s a good thing my man Trigg has strong shoulders, because I can tell by the flex in her arms that she’s using him to stay upright. I tighten down on my cock as they push their fingers in and out of her, Trigg’s tongue working magic on her at the same time. Her back arches, and Emma’s mouth falls open, forming a wide O. I think she’s going to shout, but nothing comes out — just pants of orgasmic pleasure as her body shakes.
That look on her face, her eyes clenched shut, her beautiful features twisted into ecstasy, it does me in. I try to hold it back, but when have I ever been able to when it comes to her?
I groan and let out a quick shout as I come, euphoria rocketing up my spine and making my hamstrings vibrate with tension before going completely slack. I lean back against the shower wall to brace myself, panting and watching the trio, not wanting to miss a thing.
Trigg rises to his feet and captures Emma’s lips in an all-consuming kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck, draping her body on his. His strong arms take hold of her, and Daniel rises behind her, the two men steadying her trembling legs. Trigg’s hard cock is against her stomach while Daniel’s grinds against her ass.
Sure, Trigg and Daniel are the chivalrous sort, but I’m not done gratifying my voyeuristic tendencies. Probably the number one advantage to being the youngest member of this group? My cock is still rock-hard. I can go all night long if Emma is up for it, and goddamn, I’m glad there doesn’t seem to be an end to that woman’s libido. She has an appetite to match my own and it’s a good thing, because I know Trigg and Daniel are just getting worked up.
I tip my head against the tile, eager to see what comes next, my palm still wrapped around my shaft. “Tell me you aren’t gonna just use your tongue and fingers and leave it at that,” I practically beg them, desperate to watch what my mind is picturing.
“That’s up to Emma,” Trigg replies, brushing his lips across her shoulder, slowly moving to her neck.
“You satisfied with that, foxy lady?”
She smiles at me, amused at my eagerness, and her expression has that blissful post-orgasm haze. “Satisfied isn’t even the right word right now. That was amazing.”
“Want more?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
Emma reaches behind her hips and pulls Daniel firmly against her backside. “Yes, I do.”
Daniel’s chest swells, and I swear I see his lips form a snarl of anticipation as he whispers to her. “You want me like this?” He rubs his cock between her legs from behind. “You want Trigg and I at the same time?”
“God, yes,” she says, turning her head to the side to give him one of the most cock-teasing looks I’ve ever seen.
That’s all I need to I spring into action. I’ve got this shit covered. The words have barely left Emma’s mouth before I head for my personal stash of lubricants. I practically wipe out on the slick tile flooring outside the showers as I make a beeline for my section along the row of vanities on the far si
de of the bathroom.
From the shower, I can hear Emma urging them on between passionate kisses — telling them she wants them inside her, together, filling her completely.
Yanking open a drawer, I grab the premium lube I’ve stashed in the back, and it shoots out of my wet hands like a cork from a champagne bottle. I fumble for it, grabbing it just before it hits the floor, and head back to the shower as quick as I can.
I move around the curved tile wall encircling the front of the shower — and holy fuck, it’s a feast for my eyes. Emma’s upper body is twisted, kissing Daniel as he moves his hips against her ass, slow and firm, teasing her. Trigg has his mouth lowered, his head to her breasts, taking a nipple between his lips. Emma arches her back, her chest rising, offering her breasts to Trigg, and he cups them as he sucks, one and then the other.
My free hand moves back to my cock as I make my way into the shower to join them, because I’m already as aroused as a monk in a nunnery just at the idea of what’s about to go down.
I tap Daniel on the side with the bottle, and he parts from Emma briefly to inspect my offering. An excited smile comes over him, and he raises an eyebrow as he lifts my gift for Emma to see. She bites into her bottom lip in that fuck, yes way I love.
“Can we do this in here?” Daniel asks, looking around the sparse, open space, nothing but hard tile in sight.
“I’ve got an idea,” I say, bolting back out of the shower as fast as I can manage without slipping and busting my ass. I disappear into the adjacent dressing room and grab the long, wide cushion from the over-sized chaise lounge. When I return to the bathroom with my haul, Emma bursts into laughter.
“Are you serious?” she asks.
“Hell yeah, I am.”
“But it’ll get soaked through. We could always, just, you know, move this somewhere else,” she suggests.
I continue carrying the giant cushion toward them. “And miss out on you all naked and wet? Fuck no. Besides, it’ll dry out.” I dig my fingers in, giving the dense foam a big squeeze. Damn, it is pretty thick. “Well, it will eventually.”
