Taste of Two

(Emily’s POV)

We guide Iris deeper into the room like she's already ours; my fingers still buried inside her, sliding in and out with, her walls fluttering and clenching every time I curl against that perfect spot. Joe stays pressed to my back, his cock rock-hard now, thick and insistent against my lower spine, straining so fiercely against his pajama pants I can feel the heat of it radiating through the fabric. I grind back against him just enough to tease, knowing how close he is to breaking free.

Iris is molten around my fingers; hot, slick, pulsing like she was made for this. I can’t wait to watch her stretch around Joe’s cock, see her pussy part around his girth, her brow furrowed in that delicious mix of pleasure and strain as he thrusts without mercy, claiming every inch.

Joe reaches up and yanks her tee over her head in one motion, tossing it somewhere behind us. He leans in immediately, mouth closing over her breast; teeth grazing the sensitive peak of her nipple, then biting gently before sucking hard. Iris’s head falls back against the wall with a soft thud, face fluttering in overwhelmed bliss as I keep finger-fucking her tight pussy, thumb circling her clit piercing.

“You were touching yourself before we knocked, weren’t you?” I murmur against her ear, voice low and knowing. I already know the answer; her cheeks were flushed pink when she opened the door, a faint sheen of sweat on her collarbone, thighs trembling like she’d been right on the edge.

I thrust deeper, harder, feeling her yelp as Joe’s lips travel up her body; clavicle, neck, sucking a mark into the soft skin just below her ear. “Wondering if you’re finally going to feel him slide inside you… fuck you like the **** little plaything you’ve been dying to be.”

She clenches hard around my fingers, a broken “God… yes” spilling from her lips like a confession.

Joe drops lower, kissing a trail down her stomach, hands skimming her ribs; light, teasing touches that make her squirm and arch. I step back, shrugging off my robe so it pools at my feet, naked and still dripping from earlier. I want them both.

(Iris’s POV)

They’re guiding me deeper into the room, bodies bracketing mine, heat everywhere. Emily’s whispering filthy promises in my ear; how Joe’s going to slide into me, how I’m going to take him like his personal plaything; while her fingers keep pumping inside me, slick and relentless, curling just right and I can't think of anything else I want be. “God… yes,” is all I can **** out. My whole body is screaming for it; for them. For everything.

Emily knows. Women always know. And Joe… he knows too. His mouth was on my breast moments ago; sucking, biting my nipple; then suddenly he’s moving lower, lips trailing fire down my body. His fingers barely scrape along my sides, buzzing electricity across my skin, making me shiver.

Emily steps back. Joe towers over me now, eyes dark and possessive. He lifts my hands above my head and pins them to the wall with one strong grip. I don’t resist. I don’t want to. I’ll let him do anything; everything.

I leave my arms there, obedient, spellbound, as he sinks down my body. His hands grip the waistband of my shorts and panties. He looks up at me; smiling, wicked, hungry; and I can’t help it; I smile back, biting my lower lip, heart hammering so loud I swear they can hear it.

(Joe’s POV)

I rip those damn shorts and panties down her legs in one tug. She lifts one foot, then the other, stepping free. I toss the soaked fabric to Emily, who catches them mid-air, presses them to her face for a second, then grins.

“She’s fucking soaked, baby,” she tells me, voice thick with approval.

I already know.

Iris’s pussy is right there; the little silver loop piercing her clit hanging like an invitation. I lean in, inhaling her scent; sweet, intoxicating; before dragging my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke.

Emily moves in beside us, her thigh pressing against Iris’s. The two most important women in my life standing side by side, naked, flushed, thighs touching, creating one seamless, breathtaking vision. They both look down at me; eyes heavy, lips parted, wet and unbelievably mine.

Iris lifts her left leg, hooks it over my right shoulder. Emily mirrors her, right leg over my left. I’m surrounded by them, their heat, their scent, their soft skin... and I dive in.

I start with Iris; tongue sliding deep into her folds, tasting how sweet and slick she is. Emily reaches down, spreading her wider with gentle fingers, opening her up so I can go deeper. Iris groans, hips bucking, pressing her back harder against the wall for leverage.

I seal my lips around her clit, tugging the piercing gently with my teeth; sharp enough to make her gasp, soft enough to make her moan. “Oh, fuck,” she breathes, voice trembling.

“He’s amazing, isn’t he?” Emily teases, her own fingers rubbing slow circles over Iris’s clit while I work. “Maybe I’ll get a piercing too.”

I switch to Emily; tongue plunging into her familiar heat, savoring the taste I know so well but never tire of. She moans, hips rolling against my face.

“Oh god, Joey,” she purrs, knowing exactly what that nickname does to me.

I growl against her, tongue swirling harder, then switch back; fingering Emily deep while I feast on Iris again, two fingers curling inside her with my other hand, thumb pressing her piercing. They’re both moaning now, the sounds raw and explosive, blending together in the quiet room.

“Think you can take care of our Joey while I heal?” Emily asks, voice breathy but commanding. “Let him fuck you senseless until I’m ready again?”

Iris screams “Yes!”... half at the question, half at the way my tongue flicks her clit while my fingers pump inside her.

I’m in heaven, drowning in them both, cock throbbing, and I’m still starving for more.