Across the table, Connor groaned. “Touch her again, Jessa.”
Bolder this time, Jessa dipped the tip of her index finger beneath the waist of Emory’s panties near the groove of her hipbone. With the other hand, she caressed Emory’s ass.
Confused and turned on, Emory grabbed the chair to keep herself grounded. Feeling lost, she looked up and met Alex’s sexually charged gaze. The sight of him, obviously aroused by her and Jessa’s interlude, gave Emory courage.
“Can I touch you, Emory?” Jessa asked.
The hunger in Alex’s expression pushed any lingering doubts away. Emory nodded. “Yes.”
Before she realized what was happening, Connor had cleared the table of glasses and liquor and Emory was lying on top of it.
“Prop your feet on the chairs,” Jessa instructed. “I’m going to get rid of your panties.”
Emory might have freaked out and fled, but Alex had taken her hands in his. Lowering his head, he gently traced her lower lip with his tongue. A desperate whimper convinced him to deepen the kiss, and any shyness was instantly forgotten.
“Oh, Emory, you’re so wet.” Jessa’s eager tone gave Emory confidence.
The other woman nudged Emory’s legs apart. Through the sensual storm of Alex’s kiss, she was aware of fingers probing her sex. Jessa gently spread her open, tracing the wet folds, and avoiding Emory’s swollen clit.
“Slip one finger inside her pussy and use another to rub her clit.” Connor’s husky voice coached Jessa as she finger-fucked Emory’s needy body.
Nothing had prepared Emory for the erotic stimulation of being the center of attention. Alex’s kiss. Jessa’s fingers. Connor’s focus. All served to heighten Emory’s awareness to the point of pain. Her channel clenched hard around Jessa’s slender finger. The other woman added a second finger and then a third before moving them in and out with a surprising amount of force.
“I want to taste her, Connor.”
The words made Emory burn. Alex broke away from their kiss and she was utterly aware of his eyes watching Jessa’s mouth when she slid her tongue into Emory’s slit.
The male groans ricocheted around the room, and Emory’s pussy convulsed hard. Wet and warm, Jessa’s tongue delved lightly through the wet flesh of Emory’s sex. The sensation was totally foreign but sexy as hell.
“She’s so ready,” Jessa told the men. “I can feel her getting ready to come.”
The word sank through Emory’s lust. Come? As in Jessa thought she was ready to climax? How could Emory not feel such a thing when it was happening? All she felt was a painfully tight band wrapping around her insides. She was walking the edge of that cliff. Looking over but still firmly planted on top.
“Speaking of coming.” There was a noise, and Emory opened her eyes to see Connor standing. “I need to be inside you before I explode.”
There was nothing gentle about the man. He pulled Jessa away from Emory’s quivering body and nudged her down onto the tabletop. The position left the two women lying side by side. Uncomfortable with the level of intimacy, Emory sat up and scooted off the table. She moved toward Alex, seeking something familiar but unable to rip her gaze away from the other couple.
As Emory watched, Connor pushed Jessa’s skirt up to her waist. Her stockings were anchored to a garter belt, but she wore no panties.
“Look at me, Emory,” Connor demanded.
It was impossible not to. He held her with his dark gaze as he opened his pants, released his cock, and sank his shaft deep inside Jessa. The other woman cried out in ecstasy, back arching and eyes closing as she enjoyed the feel of being thoroughly fucked by her man.
Alex’s lips brushed Emory’s ear. He was standing directly behind her. “She’s going to come fast.”
The clenching pull in her belly made Emory lightheaded. “Why?”
“Touching you, licking you, it made her too hot to last very long.” Alex nuzzled her neck. “Put your hand on Jessa’s pussy.”
Shock mingled with a bone deep desire to know. “I can’t.”
Alex gently threaded his fingers through hers and lifted her hand. He drew it forward, across Jessa’s body to the place where Connor’s cock slid in and out of the other woman’s wet pussy. Emory shuddered as her and Alex’s fingers brushed the root of the big man’s thick shaft.
Connor groaned. “She’s getting tighter with every thrust, Emory. Feel it?”
The need to understand release made Emory bold. She sank her fingers into Jessa’s swollen sex. The creamy fluid made it slick and hot. Connor pushed past the tight flesh into Jessa’s channel and then pulled back out. Emory found Jessa’s clit. It pulsed faintly beneath her fingertips. Jessa squirmed at the contact. Backing off, Emory soaked up the sensation of muscles ebbing, flowing, and growing tighter.