Heaven in the Hotel Room (Joe's POV)

Emily leaned down first, her tongue flicking across the swollen head of my cock, tasting. She moaned softly at the flavor, eyes fluttering shut for a second before she pulled back and guided Iris forward with a gentle hand on the back of her neck.

Iris hesitated; only a heartbeat; then leaned in, lips brushing the tip so softly I almost didn’t feel it. Then she opened for me, warm and tentative, tongue swirling around the head like she was memorizing me. Her eyes lifted to mine, wide and dark, full of wonder and hunger. She took me deeper, slow and reverent, lips crawling around my thickness as she slid down.

Emily watched with hooded eyes, pride and arousal warring on her face. “That’s it, baby,” she purred, voice thick. “Suck his cock. Show him how much you want it.”

Iris moaned around me; the vibration shooting straight to my balls. She bobbed slowly, taking more each time, saliva slicking my shaft. Emily’s hand joined hers at the base, fingers tight, stroking in perfect rhythm with Iris’s mouth.

I threaded my fingers through their hair; one hand buried in Emily’s dark waves, the other in Iris’s silky strands; guiding them gently, letting them find their pace. Two mouths on me. Emily’s skilled and confident, Iris’s eager and learning. They worked in tandem; licking, sucking, moaning; trading places seamlessly.

Emily took me deep next, swallowing me in one smooth motion, throat relaxing to take every inch until her lips kissed my base. No gag, no hesitation; just tight, wet heat. Iris watched in awe, then leaned in to lick along the side of my shaft while Emily sucked, tongue flicking the sensitive underside.

They switched again. Iris took me back into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, pushing herself further until I felt the head nudge the back of her throat. She gagged softly... once... then pushed past it, eyes watering but determined. Emily’s hand pressed gently on the back of her head, coaxing. “That’s it, Irie… take him all. Let him feel how deep you can go.”

Iris held me there; throat flexing around my cock, eyes locked on Emily’s; then slowly rose, sucking tight the whole way up. When she popped off with a wet, obscene sound, my shaft was glistening, coated in their combined spit.

Iris wrapped her hand just above Emily’s at the base; two sets of fingers now gripping me tight. She looked up at Emily with a shy, sinful smile.

“Your turn… baby.”

Emily grinned; proud, wicked; and placed her hands behind her back, bragging. Iris aimed my cock at her mouth and Emily sank down; expertly, lovingly; swallowing me to the root in one fluid motion. Iris watched, mesmerized, then leaned in to lick and suck along the side of my shaft while Emily bobbed.

They kept switching; one mouth after the other, sharing me, kissing around my cock, tongues meeting over the head. Emily sucked my balls into her warm mouth while Iris stroked me fast and slick; then Iris took me deep while Emily licked the base and sucked the sensitive skin behind my sack. They moaned into each other, into me, the sounds wet and filthy and perfect.

I groaned, hips lifting slightly, fingers tightening in their hair. “Fuck… you two…”

Emily popped off long enough to whisper against my shaft, voice husky: “We’re just getting started, baby.”

Iris’s tongue flicked the slit, tasting me again, then she and Emily kissed; deep and open; right over the head of my cock, tongues sliding together with me between them.

Heaven. Pure fucking heaven.

Two women I loved; one my fiancée, the other now undeniably ours; devoted to my cock, to each other, to this moment.

And we were nowhere near finished.