Odd Woman Out (Book 4 of The Triad Series)

11. Hands All Over

They moved into the room as supple as worn leather, comfortable and warm, everything lit up from within like sparklers shooting out an endless arc. None of them waited before clothing was being shed, one tortuous piece at a time.

Leo groaned as he slid his hands around Emily’s waist, searching for the zipper that could f*****g go to hell for all he cared. If it came to it, he was sure she was close enough to Sofia’s size to wear her things home the next day, because there was no way in hell she was leaving tonight.

He caught the tab with his fingers, tugging it down as the gentle rasp joined the sound of her shirt being pulled up and over her head in a swish of fabric. Her skirt dropped down her legs before she was stepping out of her heels, her panties following when he slipped them down as well.

Bare. Nothing but pale skin with a warm blush rising across her chest, trickling up her neck and blossoming across her face.

Perfect.

With her clothing scattered in a rough circle on the ground, Leo started to unbutton his shirt, Emily’s hands coming up from her sides to fumble with his belt as Sofia helped him with his top. His mouth caught hers for a quick, needy kiss, licking across her lips before burying his tongue into her mouth. Quick and deliciously sinful, and then he was devouring Sofia’s with the same greedy sounds that vibrated low in his throat.

His shirt was skimmed down his arms, pants finally giving way and dropping to the floor as his c**k strained against the fabric of his boxer briefs. Those were tugged down his legs to gather with the rest of their clothing.

Leo nodded to Emily. “You. Get her naked. I can already tell she’ll be wet. It’s in her eyes.”

Emily’s gaze met Sofia’s, trying to explore the depths and coming up with nothing but raw, unbidden desire. Enough to render her mute for a moment when her lips curled up lazily as Em tried to dig even deeper. Her hands came out, sliding over warm skin before gliding down to the bottom of her top. She tugged, and the fabric untucked from her short skirt, gathering between her fingers as she pulled the cloth over her head, dropping it to the ground. She had a demi-cup bra on, and Emily reached around before unclasping it. She watched it drop down her arms and onto the floor in front of them.

Her skirt was next, Emily easily sliding the zipper down until it loosened enough to be pushed the rest of the way down before she paused.

It felt like a test, touching Sofia so intimately. Like if she could drag her panties down her legs, she could do anything. Silly, but it presented a new challenge, tested her limits like nothing else had, and she clumsily tugged at her thong before sliding it down her legs.

All three were bare. If Emily felt uncomfortable, she didn’t show it. Leo and Sofia smiled, and all restraint fell away as she was hauled toward the bed and guided down on it. The two women looked at Leo as if for guidance—a cue of some sort. His eyes darkened, and he bobbed his head once.

“Why don’t we work her up to it, sweetheart,” he said to Sofia. “Go slow. I don’t know the pace just yet, but we should start with you.”

Emily didn’t know what to make of his words. Slow wasn’t what this felt like. Hot. Needy. Those were words that came to mind when it sparked awake with the need, but slow was as far from what was happening as it could be.

Sofia knew what he meant, though, and she coaxed Emily’s body higher on the bed with her own before lowering and taking one n****e into her mouth.

Heat surged within her, arching Emily’s back as a warm, calloused thumb stroked over her brow. It was so in conflict with the wicked lash of Sofia’s tongue that she knew it had to be Leo’s.

His breath washed over her face, causing her eyes to pop open as his lips crushed to hers. Clashing with the greedy suck of Sofia’s mouth, Leo’s kiss was surprising tender when she opened for the stroke of his tongue. It teased, made her lose her breath. Her heart pounded, and she felt it beat in her head, along with a mixed moan and whimper before it was devoured by Leo’s mouth.

“Lower,” he ordered softly as he broke away. “You know what to do. Make her feel good, Sof.”

A warm, wet tongue traced down to the middle of her chest, lower, licking over her navel before hot breath washed over the slick heat of her p***y. A tongue pressed, almost too light to be felt, and she caught Leo’s lips with hers, feeling them kick up into a smile as he chased the feverish twirl of her tongue. She was hungry for this, he could tell, but she was begging without words and trying to rush this.

He wouldn’t. He wanted to savor, show her just how good it could be, the three of them together. It didn’t have to be just kinky s*x between three. It could be so much more, and Emily had no idea. But they would show her. Show her and hope she understood every damn thing there was to know.

Eventually.

Slow and steady won the race, after all.

He gave her deep, soul-searing kisses as Sofia licked over her, making each moan she gave dissolve on her tongue as Leo’s stroked over hers. He drew back only to lean his forehead to hers. “She’s going to lick you ’til you come, okay?” He licked his lips. “Then I’m gonna dig out that p***y so good you’ll feel me for a week.”

She didn’t doubt that. Dean had sported a good solid 8 inches below the belt, and Leo put her ex to shame. Both thicker and longer, she felt the tiniest hint of trepidation as it licked over the flames that sparked up from every nerve ending until she felt flushed everywhere.

“You good with that?”

His eyes asked as much of the question as his mouth. Sofia nipped her clit lightly with her teeth, causing her chest to rise as her back arched. Emily’s arm grabbed onto his broad shoulders, sinking her nails into his skin as her voice whispered a promising, “yes.”

He let out a desperate growl, hungry and wild, the glimmer in his blue eyes clashing and turning her heated skin into an inferno. Leo went back to sucking her tender n*****s as Sofia voiced her pleasure from between her thighs.

“Touch yourself,” he rumbled before glimpsing the confused look on Emily’s face. “Not you, sweetheart. Sofia. Eating you is turning her on so bad I can smell her sweet, sweet pussy.”

The room did reek of s*x. Pleasurable and musky with hints of perfume and aftershave. Emily’s fingers curled in Sofia’s hair as she lashed her tongue over that tender sweet spot until she was lifting her hips to meet each blow. Sofia gentled her touch, alternating glancing strikes with harder jabs, like this was some prize fight, and her technique was to tease her to death.

“Oh, f**k!” Emily was so close, her sensitive n*****s being sucked as her p***y was annihilated hungrily. Slow, desperate, greedy—every sensation made each intake of air turn to rasping pants, both hands driving through hair with her fingers digging into their scalps.

Sofia’s tongue drove into her wet center, sliding and ricocheting off at that sweet spot inside as her emotions tangled together until nothing was left but the wash of pleasure that overcame her in coursing waves so deep and distinct, it was like they’d somehow reinvented s*x altogether.

Or at least a different form of it.

Emily’s body collapsed, wrung out for the moment as tender kisses were traded between Leo and Sofia. Her stomach clenched when she saw Leo licking Sofia’s lips and murmuring his approval, his eyes on Emily as a smile ticked up, baring his dimples. He moved from Sofia to Emily before kissing her, sharing the flavor of her arousal.

“Sweet,” he remarked lightly before pressing his lips to hers again. “Your p***y tastes sweet, Em. I knew it would be, and I can’t wait to eat you ’til you come on my lips.”

A sharp shot of arousal jolted through her even as she flinched. “Now?”

He shook his head, mirth glimmering in his eyes. “Later. Right now, I want to f**k you while you kiss and fondle Sofia. Make her come with your hands or mouth.”

“Hands,” Sofia said as her head shook. “Hands first. I don’t think she’s ready for her mouth yet.”

She might have been right. f**k-drunk or simply wary, she intrinsically knew she needed to take things slower in that direction, even if every thought in her brain persisted with orders for more, more, more.

“On your stomach, Em,” Leo coaxed as he slid off to the side. “I’ll f**k you from behind while Sof lies underneath you. Easier to kiss and touch that way.”

It made sense, so she got up on her knees before Sofia took her spot.

“Get between her legs. Sof, wider.”

She spread her legs more, and Emily got between them, their breasts brushing against each other as Sofia’s fingers curled into her hair.

“So soft.” She stroked some hair away from her face and rooted through it to the back of her neck, thin, delicate fingers weaving a shiver up her spine as Leo climbed between Emily’s legs and notched his c**k at her entrance before sliding it between her folds. It slicked through once, twice, centering back behind her before returning with one sharp pump until he was slipping inside wet, silky heat that encased him with a tight clench.

“Ah, fuck.” It came out more as a growl, and he leaned over Emily’s shoulder before pressing his lips to her skin. “Next time we’ll have one of you two f*****g the other with a strap-on while the other gets my dick.”

A cool shiver tingled down her spine, and Sofia pushed away locks of Emily’s auburn hair, smiling up at her. “I think she likes that idea, Leo. Don’t you, baby?”

There was no use lying. It was so apparent that she clasped around Leo, nodding her head. “Yes. God, yes.”

“Good.” Sofia tongue slid slowly over her lips. “Now put your hands on me and make me come with just your fingers.”

Masturbation was like an old friend to Emily, who hadn’t seen a d**k since her ex’s before he’d decided to stick it in her best friend’s traitorous cunt. She batted the irrelevant thought away easily, letting herself feel and not think—especially about someone who didn’t deserve the energy expended for her bitter hatred.

Her hands slipped between Sofia’s legs, brushing across carefully trimmed pubic hair in a small, upside down, neatly-trimmed triangle. Her fingers smoothed over wet curls before glancing over her clit and sliding between her p***y lips. One finger breached her as Leo’s hand halted between two hard thrusts.

“Fuck.” He sighed. “I didn’t ask about protection. Are you on the pill? I’m clean. I got a test done last week just in case. I know you haven’t been with anyone in a while, and Sofia’s only been with me. Em, love, are you on any kind of birth control?”

Shit. She hadn’t even thought about that. “Depo shot. Easier. I forget to take pills even if I put an alarm on my phone.”

Sofia pressed a little kiss to her as she laughed. “Same here. Had a few pregnancy scares before I overcame my fear of needles. Now it’s almost humdrum.”

Leo relaxed, his c**k driving into her as his voice became tight. “Good. That’s good, darlin’. Now do you want me to come in you or on you?”

Her voice almost faltered, silenced by the raw desire in his tone. She could tell he’d rather have her p***y than come on her skin. “In me, if that’s okay.”

He made a choked sound followed by a deep, husky laugh. “That’s perfect. Sofia and I both prefer it that way as well.”

Leo didn’t wait for a response, just returned with another hard, punishing thrust as her fingers surged deep in Sofia’s clasping heat with the same vigor.

The woman beneath her called out, pushed by the harsh force and the pressure of the heel of her palm slicking over her clit. Emily knew it was a cry of pleasure, and did it again, slipping another finger inside.

“Oh, f**k!” Sofia’s back pushed against Emily, her fingers reaching deeper, clenching so hard her joints ached as arms drew around her shoulders. She whimpered into her neck, a pleasurable sound that echoed back at her when Leo slammed his hips into her more forcefully.

“You…you can be as rough as you want, sweetheart,” Leo panted. “Our Sofia here likes it.”

She did. Her s*x trapped her fingers until it was difficult to move, so Emily leaned down further and caught her lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, and winding so tight and moving so fluidly, it was like a battle to see who could pull the other’s deeper inside.

Emily felt a hand skate over her stomach up to her breasts, the sharp sting of a pinch pulling her back from Sofia’s lips. The woman grinned wickedly up at her, eyes twinkling. “Sensitive.” Her voice trembled, washing cool air onto Sofia’s face when she received another sharp tug on the other n****e.

Leo rocked against her, grinding as his hands clutched at Emily’s hips, drawing her back and returning with a thrust that pushed the air out on a groan. Their bodies slid, her hand sweeping against raw nerves until it was all she could do not to f**k her harder, push her higher—get her there.

It was useless, and she moaned against Sofia’s lips as an orgasm crashed over her, her body tensing as sparks flew.

“Ah, Christ.” Leo’s voice shot directly through her, pebbling her n*****s into tight, aching points under Sofia’s fingers and only coiling the twisted knot that had burst only seconds before. “You coming has me dangerously close to busting, sweetheart.”

She felt a hand drive through her hair, delicate fingers lacing and sharpening with a bite of pain from nails embedded into her scalp. Emily bit down hard on her tongue before warm lips licked up her throat, lingering on her pulse before she could hear words.

“God, I’m going to come.”

Her heart thrilled and beat faster. The clasp around her fingers contracted, making her work harder as Sofia lifted her hips in conjunction with every thrust. When she stilled and cried out, Emily slowed her hand, feeding off what she would have wanted and not guesswork. It was odd, being able to just know what to do, how to read someone’s body as they pulsed around you in soft flutters.

Leo continued to move, and Sofia wrapped her arms lazily around Emily’s shoulders, cocooning her in delightful warmth as a surge of desire pulsed through her.

“Christ, again?”

She couldn’t speak, she was so on the edge of breaking apart, burning for them both, one’s embrace tender and loving, the other’s hard strokes fanning the flames higher until she splintered apart with a cry.

Leo followed after with a jerk of his hips, slowing as he spilled out in pulses that wrenched at him on the cusp of every ragged breath. His hands ran down her back, tracing the line of her spine as Sofia’s continued to pet her. They twisted to the side, collapsing with Emily between them, panting, her eyes closing sleepily as Leo’s c**k pulled out of her, leaving her empty.

Surprisingly, that ached—to feel so full one moment…still replete, still satisfied, but empty.

Everything tingled. The soft hands that glanced down her arms, the rapid breaths that stirred her hair. Leo’s mouth when it placed a gentle kiss to her neck. Everything was both light and dark, hazy and sharp, and a crazy-slow smile curved her lips before anyone broke the relative silence.

“You think you’d do that again?” Leo asked.

Her lips kicked up in a grin but said nothing.

Sofia answered. “From the look on her face? Oh, yeah—she’d do that again right now if we could.”

Leo grunted, turned it into a chuckle. “Give me a few minutes recovery and we’ll see how you’re both feeling about that then.”

His hand glided over Emily’s stomach and onto Sofia’s hip.

“Sou-sounds good to me.” Em punctuated it with a yawn.

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