American Prince

Embry’s mouth presses against mine. His kiss is sweet and gentle and soothing—a stark contrast to the needy cock stretching my sensitive flesh—and I find myself captivated by it, the loving, tender motions of his mouth drawing me away from my pain and into something else. Something that feels like pain, a shimmering clench at my solar plexus, a catch in my breath, but that my body turns into something different.

“Keep breathing, sweetheart,” Ash says. “You’re doing so well.”

I feel him breach me, finally, finally, that flared head now past my gates and pushing deep inside.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper into Embry’s lips, but my voice is different from before, no longer panicked but filled with wonder. There is a part of it that still hurts, if hurt is even the right word for it. There’s still a part of it that feels wrong. But the clench in my chest is pulling on the clench low in my belly from Embry’s expert fucking earlier, and my body responds before my head can make sense of it, squirming and wriggling onto the thick cock between my cheeks, trying to take him deeper.

I’m rewarded for my efforts with a hard spank, and then he pulls out to the tip, pushing back in all the way now, so deeply that I can feel his testicles against my pussy. Embry has propped himself up to watch, pretty mouth parted ever so slightly, his breathing fast and uneven.

“Look at this, Embry,” my husband says, and Embry obediently crawls over to look. Ash palms my ass cheeks and spreads them as far apart as they’ll go, exposing the place where we’re joined. “Look how big she’s stretched around me. Look how tight her ass is around my cock.”

I can’t see Embry, but I hear the quiet need in his voice when he asks, “Does it feel good?”

“There aren’t words for how fucking good it feels.”

A finger—Embry’s I presume—traces the place where I’m stretched around Ash’s erection. I shiver, Ash shivers. I hear a murmured question from Embry followed by a murmured assent from Ash, and I look back over my shoulder to see Embry biting his lip, reaching a hand out towards my husband. He seems hesitant, nervous, as if touching Ash this way isn’t something he gets to do very often and he wants to remember every second of it. And instead of reaching for his chest or hips, Embry slides his hand against Ash’s jaw, his thumb stroking his lover’s silver-flecked hairline.

The moment Embry touches him, Ash goes still, his cock still inside me, his hands still on my hips. His eyes flutter closed as Embry cradles his face, and his lips part. For a long moment, no one moves, nothing moves, frozen in a moment I don’t understand but that still rends my heart in two. The pain between them is palpable, as real as our sweat and our flesh, palpable and alive. And if I ever thought Ash held all the power in their relationship, I see it clearly now: Embry holds my husband’s heart in his hands and he doesn’t even know it. He’s too busy looking at the details of Ash’s face to see Ash’s expression, too busy being in love to see how loved he is.

It breaks my heart.

“Kiss me,” Ash says quietly. “Please.”

Hesitating for only a second, Embry leans in and brushes his lips against Ash’s, an electric shudder running through his body as their mouths touch. Ash sighs, those long eyelashes resting on his cheeks, a hand leaving my hip to wrap around Embry’s waist and pull him tight against his side. Then with some reluctance, he pulls away and gives me a rueful smile. “We’re ignoring our princess.”

“It’s hard to feel ignored when you’re inside me,” I say with an answering smile.

“Nevertheless, if you’re still smiling, we have work to do,” he growls, mostly playfully, although something dark lingers in his words. I remember why we’re doing this—what we both wanted out of the scene—and I know Ash won’t stop until he gets it.

He whispers something into Embry’s ear, and Embry nods, shooting me a mischievous look and scooting back a bit to give Ash room to help me up to my hands and knees. Still buried deep in me, he wraps an arm around my stomach and turns us over, so that he’s lying on his back with me on top of him. My back is to his chest, and he reaches around me to make sure that my head is settled comfortably and my hair is brushed out of my face. And then Embry crawls between us and I know what’s going to happen next.

“I don’t know if I can,” I breathe.

“You will,” Ash says into my ear. He finds my ankles with his feet and opens me, completely exposing my wet cunt to Embry, who’s now kneeling between our legs, his chest heaving with excitement. “You will and you’ll like it.”

He has one hand flat on my belly and the other wrapped around my throat, forcing my pelvis down and my head back over his shoulder, making my body into one long, taut arch, both holes easily accessible for my men.

“Shit, that’s hot,” Embry says, taking it all in, running fingertips along the wet petals now opened up for him, around the tender place where Ash and I are joined.

“It’s yours to fuck,” Ash says, sounding for all the world like a gracious host, like a king distributing a reward. “Yours to enjoy.”

Embry settles over us, one hand at the base of his cock and the other planted by Ash’s head. “Can I come inside her?”

I squirm in abject lust at the way they talk around me, at the way Embry asks permission of Ash but not of me; the sheer humiliation of it is almost as potent as their bodies in stirring me to climax.