What Emma Craves (17 page)

“Hey, lovebirds!” Mallory shouted. “Want to bring that party over here? We’re going to set up shop on these air mattresses.”

Pete broke the kiss. Emma appeared a little stunned by his intensity. Without waiting for her to respond, he took her hand, leading her to the group. “We can be next to them,” he said over his shoulder, “but the only cock you’re getting is mine.”

* * *

Emma allowed Pete to tug her down the beach toward the others. She was a little shell-shocked by his attitude, but she wasn’t going to argue. She could see he was all riled up about something. The others were getting situated on the mattresses, seemingly turned on, but she didn’t think she was the one who’d done it.

Both Mallory and Charlotte were gorgeous, and they were both stark naked. She had bottoms on.

“That was quite a show,” Charlotte announced as they came up. Pete sat down on an air mattress and eased Emma on his lap. “You’re incredibly limber. Anyone ever tell you that before?”

Emma giggled. “Yes, all the time, actually.”

“I have an idea,” Mallory announced. “Why don’t we watch Emma and Pete fuck? Like,
really
fuck. Then we can see how flexible she really is. Then we all fuck. Sound like a plan?”

Emma snorted. She couldn’t help it. Mallory was like a younger, more jaded version of Piper. The modeling industry plus wealth, it seemed, had made her almost oblivious to the world around her. She lived in her own reality. Emma thought it was kind of refreshing. It was difficult not to enjoy the beauty. She was the life of the party.

“How old are you, Mallory?” Emma asked, suddenly curious. Mallory’s face was flawless and nubile, just like most models she’d seen. It was impossible to tell.

“I’ll be twenty-three in a month.”

Emma nodded. “I thought so.”

“What? Is my age showing?” Mallory quipped. “I was modeling overseas at age thirteen. My mother practically sold me into the biz the first time a scout came sniffing around. In model years, I’m like a hundred and five. It’s actually amazing I’m still alive. But it’s only because I prefer sex to cocaine as my drug of choice.”

“Your age is
not
showing,” Emma corrected her. “I actually would’ve guessed older, not because of your face, which looks angelic and young, but because of your mouth. But you remind me of a friend of mine who I love dearly. You’d adore her. Piper tells it like it is.”

“Well, too bad she’s not here,” Mallory said, “because having one more person on deck would be handy right about now. My nipples aren’t going to suck themselves.”

Emma laughed. “No, they won’t. But Piper doesn’t swap anymore. She and her husband have changed the way they do things, but they do frequent orgies. If you ever come to visit, I’ll have to introduce you to them and have them take you along to one.”

“Orgies, huh? Where do you live?” Mallory asked.

“Madison, Wisconsin.”

Mallory tipped her head back and chortled. “Can’t say I’ve ever been to Wisconsin, but if I happen by there on a shoot, I’ll give you a call. So are you two going to fuck or what?”

As Mallory and Emma had been talking, Antonio had started kissing Charlotte. It had started out soft, but now they were getting into it.

Emma couldn’t look away.

She wanted to, but suddenly all she could imagine was Antonio kissing her like that. Then she felt horrified. Pete had just acted like a jealous lover, which was what she’d wanted all along. Wasn’t that enough?

She shook her head to clear it.

“Is that a no?” Mallory asked. “Is that why you’re shaking your head?”

“Um, what?” Emma said. “No, it’s a yes. We have no problem having sex in front of anyone. I am feeling a little on the spot, however, but I’m sure we can power through. Are you ready, babe?” she asked Pete.

In answer, Pete rubbed his erection along her ass, his mouth tracing the contour of her back. “I’m just waiting on you,” he murmured, “and I think I can help with the powering.”

His hands snaked up the front of her stomach, cradling her breasts, an index finger and thumb lightly twisting each nipple.

Her body relaxed by a great degree, her head falling back onto his shoulder.

Pete continued to rub her breasts as Mallory joined Antonio and Charlotte. Mallory lay down on one of the mattresses, and Charlotte got on all fours over her, bending down to grab a nipple between her lips.

“Yes, that’s what I like,” Mallory moaned.

Seeing them all together spiked Emma’s need.

This was sexy, and felt very naughty. The fact they were all outside doing this together was intense.

Emma began to move her hips on Pete’s lap. He slid one of his hands down to her core, shifting her bikini bottoms to one side. When his finger hit her wetness, she called out.

Mallory’s head came up. “Everyone here wants to see those hips move. Keep it coming. Literally.”

Emma glanced over at Mallory, her eyes hooded. “You want to see me move, huh? I can do that.”

Antonio had gotten up and repositioned himself behind Charlotte, his eyes riveted on Emma.

She felt them like a scald on her skin.

The girls were busy, Charlotte focused on Mallory, Mallory waiting for Pete to fuck Emma. Pete was behind Emma, kissing her back.

No one could see the look Antonio was giving her, and Emma couldn’t force herself to look away.

Emma was wet and ready, and she lifted herself up over Pete, tilting her hips. Pete’s cock was big. Very big. She had to make sure her body was at the right angle to get over the tip. She wanted everyone to see the entire act, because it was sensual, and that’s what she loved.

She hovered over the top of Pete’s dick, rolling her hips in a circle independently of her body.

“Jesus, woman!” Mallory cried. “Put us out of our misery already and impale yourself! You should take this tour to Vegas. You’d have an entire audience orgasming in their seats.”

Very slowly, she eased herself down, taking his shaft like a belly dancer lowering herself to the ground.

Everyone moaned, including her husband, who clutched her hips tightly.

“
Fuuuck
,” Pete ground out. “You feel crazy insane. You’re so wet.”

Once she was fully seated, she leaned forward, grabbing on to Pete’s thighs, and began to work him over, jutting her ass backward, and then flowing forward, her abs clenching and unclenching as she went, fucking him senseless.

“That’s how you get those abs,” Charlotte murmured.

Emma went faster.

“Holy shit, that’s hot!” Mallory exclaimed.

All the talk began to simmer into the background as the climax began to build.

And throughout it all Emma’s eyes were pinned on Antonio.

She couldn’t break the connection, even if she’d wanted to.

Emma felt guilty, knowing her husband was the one she was with, but the need to be noticed the way Antonio was noticing her was too much.

It won over everything else.

Panting, she rocked faster. A sheen of sweat broke out across her skin. She couldn’t stop, and she was going to come hard.

“Emma, slow down, you’re going to make me come too fast,” Pete said, his voice nothing more than completely breathless, his fingers biting into her hips.

But she couldn’t stop.

She didn’t want to.

This orgasm was going to be shattering, and she felt somehow like she’d earned it.

Antonio seemed to sense her urgency. He fisted his cock, which was not small by any means, and not breaking eye contact with her, he bent over Charlotte and entered her in one thrust.

Emma closed her eyes.

It was almost too much.

Her hips rolled of their own accord, the pace incredible. It was like a hula dance on steroids.

“Emma, I’m coming! I can’t hold it back any longer—” Pete tried to pin her ass in place as he came, but she moved through his orgasm. Feeling his pleasure and his cock pulsing inside of her sent her skyrocketing. He cried out, “
Goddamn it
!”

She was a few pulls from her own release.

Antonio had matched her rhythm as he pounded into Charlotte, his eyes still locked on her. Charlotte cried out, her body clenching back into Antonio’s. “I’m coming, you beautiful bastard!”

That was Emma’s undoing.

The massive orgasm swept through her body full force, like a cyclone of pleasure whipping through each and every cell.

Emma stopped, her torso bending, her hips buckling. She yelled incoherent words, her hands fisting, as wave after wave hit her. It felt so damn good. She realized, through her blissful haze, that she hadn’t had a powerful orgasm like this in much too long.

When it was finally over, she was panting hard, and her body had broken out in goose bumps.

Why hadn’t she and Pete been having sex like this? Mind-blowing, incredible, orgasmic sex?

Before she could analyze it any more, Mallory broke the silence. “Okay, kiddos, this is totally not fair. Who’s going to fuck
me
now?”

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P
ete lay back in the sand, recovering. His body felt limp after coming so hard, and his blood was pumping so fast his heart felt like it might jump out of his chest. Emma was next to him, catching her breath. The sex between them had been something altogether different. Emma had ridden him unrelentingly, and he’d released explosively because of it.

But that hadn’t been the only reason.

It had
felt
different.

Like the sex they’d had when they’d first met. Needy, hungry, feverish, and wild. Pete had had no idea they’d been missing that kind of coupling before right this minute. Sex always felt good to him, and he always came.

But not like that.

Pete was breathless and weak, like he’d just sprinted a 5K, running for his life.

He leaned over and glanced at his wife. Her eyes were closed. This must’ve been what Emma had been trying to tell him before. That their sex had changed over the years. Now wasn’t the time to have an in-depth discussion about it with others around.

But, holy fuck!

They could never go back to the same now. This sex had left him dazed and hungry for more.

“Seriously, guys,” Mallory whined, sitting up on her elbows. “Who’s going to get me off? That was heartless. All four of you had major blowouts. Charlotte’s eyes even rolled back in her head. Who’s up for making me come? In my world, me begging for such a thing is like spotting a yeti in the wild. It just doesn’t happen. People clamor for the pretty ones.” No one responded. “Come on, guys! I’m not kidding. It’s my turn!”

Charlotte rolled over. “Fine, I’ll do it, you big, needy supermodel. Who can resist an invitation like that? ‘Do me because I’m prettier than you are.’ That really gets my juices flowing.”

Mallory lay back down. “I have no shame. Have you met me? I’ll use whatever it takes.”

Pete closed his eyes, draping an arm over his face. Charlotte was busy getting Mallory off, but he was focused on Emma, who was fidgeting next to him.

Finally, she sat up. “I think I’m going to go for a swim. I’m full of sand, and I can’t sit here in the sun anymore. You okay to stay here?” she asked Pete. “I’m just going to walk down the beach a bit.”

Pete rose. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, that’s okay. A little time alone is what I need right now. I won’t go far.” She stood.

Pete watched her walk away, looking absolutely stunning in her bikini bottom.

He hoped she never took it off.

Imagining her in those bottoms would keep him hard for weeks on end.

Pete heard a noise. He turned to see Antonio get up. If he followed Emma down the beach, it was going be a problem for Pete.

Instead, Antonio made for the water in front of them. “I’m going to check on the boat,” he called over his shoulder as he waded in. “One of you guys can use my air mattress to get back if you need it.” He dived in and made his way back to the boat. By Pete’s estimation, the boat was only about twenty yards away.

Pete turned and watched Emma wade into the water on the far side of the beach. She’d found some shade under the craggy overhang. He wished he knew what was running through her mind. It wasn’t like her to be so aloof, especially after great sex like that.

Before he could ponder more, there was a low moan to his left. He glanced over to see Mallory coming. It was hard to believe he’d rather watch his wife take a dip in the ocean than watch a stunning supermodel have an orgasm right in front of him.

When she was done, Mallory stared up at the sky and said with finality, “Well, that was not like having a big dick in me, but thanks, Char. If I hadn’t gotten a release quick, I would’ve exploded and taken the lot of you with me.”

Charlotte chuckled. “Yeah, right. What was this, your third orgasm of the day? I bet you wake up every morning and reach right for your dildo.”

“My fourth.” Mallory shrugged as she sat up. “But who’s counting? Hey, Pete,” she said, “can you help me up?” She held out her hand.