Songbird(32)

Restlessly, she pushed back. Taggert caught her hips and held her still. They both moaned and she wiggled impatiently.

“Move,” she whispered. “Now, Taggert. Please, I need it.”

Slowly he pulled back. The relief was overwhelming. God, it felt so good. He paused, caressing the curves of her hips. Then gently he pushed forward again.

“Holy hell,” she breathed.

Greer cupped her cheek and turned her face so she could see him. “He’s going to do this for a while, sweet pea. Nice and easy. Until you get used to it. We don’t want to hurt you. All we want is to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.”

Her lips trembled. Taggert slid in and out with more ease now. Her body opened to take him, and she found herself pushing back to meet his thrusts. She was on edge. Fiercely so. She was riding a razor’s edge of pleasure, so sharp. She needed more. Needed something she wasn’t sure of.

“Touch me,” she said. She needed him to touch her so she could come.

“No, baby,” Taggert denied. “Not yet. If you come now, this won’t feel good to you anymore.”

Greer moved in closer, tucking a finger under her chin to direct her gaze upward. “We’re going to take you at the same time, Emmy. Do you want that? Do you think you can handle it?”

Oh God.

“In a minute Taggert’s going to pull out and you’re going to climb on top of me. I’m going to slide into your pu**y and when you’re ready, when you think you can take us both, Taggert’s going to be inside you too.”

“You’re okay with that?” she whispered.

He smiled crookedly. “It’s pretty damn cool in a  p**n y sort of way. One of those things I always wanted to try but never thought I’d get the chance.”

She smiled back and shook her head. And then Taggert pulled out, the shock of his withdrawal ricocheting up her spine. She felt empty, and her nerve endings were going off like firecrackers.

“Come here, sweet pea.”

Her eyes widened when she saw Greer recline, his erection jutting upward toward his navel.

As well as she was able when her entire body shook uncontrollably, she crawled to his outstretched arms and allowed him to position her over his body.

“You take me,” he said. “Take me inside you.”

She circled his rigid c**k in her hand, marveling at the size and thickness. Shifting her position so she was over him, she tucked the head to her softness and carefully eased down, her eyes widening as she took him inch by delicious inch.

He watched, his eyes glittering dangerously. He looked like a predator waiting to strike. And then he was inside her. Wholly, deeply inside her.

“Ride me, Emmy. Take your time and get used to having me there. Tagg and I will never do anything to hurt you, I swear. This is all for you. Always.”

“I love you,” she whispered, overcome at the tenderness in his voice.

He held his hands up and she laced her fingers with his, holding on as she undulated her body, taking him on a slow, decadent ride. Pleasure rose and surrounded her. Such a sweet song.

She leaned forward, guiding his hands to her br**sts, wanting to feel his fingers toying with her ni**les. He needed no urging. He palmed the globes and brushed the puckered peaks with his thumbs, teasing her repeatedly.

The bed dipped, and Taggert’s hands glided sensuously over her back and down to her ass. Her breath caught and stuttered clumsily from her lips. Greer continued to toy with her br**sts, playing with the ni**les, drawing them into stiff points.

“Nice and easy, Emmy,” Taggert soothed. “This is for you. Tell me if anything hurts or scares you.”

Her gaze connected with Greer’s. She saw the love in his eyes. The solemn promise. No, they’d never hurt her. Never again. She hoped they both knew how much she trusted them to keep that promise.

Taggert spread her, soothing more of the lubricant over her burning flesh. She moaned in anticipation. She’d wanted this for so long. Had fantasized about it. Had experienced it in her sweetest dreams.

He positioned himself at her anus. Greer stilled his thrusts. Then tenderly, Taggert pushed forward, opening her slowly and carefully around his cock. Her eyes flew open. Her hands fell to Greer’s shoulders, and she held on for dear life as Taggert pushed harder.

It was more difficult than before with Greer lodged inside her pu**y. There wasn’t room for Taggert and yet he pressed relentlessly until her body surrendered and opened for him. And still it was so tight, so agonizingly tight.

Her breaths came in shallow, rapid spurts. Her eyes glazed over, the room blurring around her.

“Just a little more, baby and I’m there. You’ll have us both.”

She barely registered Taggert’s husky words. She was falling too far, too fast.

“Lean forward,” Greer whispered. “Lean into me.”

She did, allowing him to catch her, to hold her. The position gave Taggert a better angle, and he thrust hard, seating himself the rest of the way in.

“She’s not going to last,” Greer warned.

“Then let’s go now,” Taggert rasped out.

They began to thrust. Taggert did most of the work, his movements working her up and down Greer’s cock. Greer arched his hips while Taggert held her in place.

No, she wasn’t going to last. She was gone the moment Taggert had entered her. Pleasure, sharp and hazy, surrounded her. It was like being drunk or high. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. All she could do was feel. And feel she did.