She thinks Emily deserves it

Emily’s voice trembled. “Why?”

Tasha didn’t flinch. She leaned in, closer, eyes locked, fierce and glinting with something that had been caged too long—raw, old, heavy with heat and history.

“Because you’re just so damn beautiful,” she said, voice thick with hunger and something cracked. “Every fucking second.”

Emily blinked, lips parted, breath caught between confusion and something deeper.

Tasha’s hand came up, fingers ghosting along her jaw, reverent but not gentle, like she was touching something holy that no one else had seen.

“I’ve wanted you for months, Em. Every time you leaned over, laughed, dragged yourself through the day looking half-dead but still trying. Every time Jason looked through you like you were nothing.” Her mouth twisted. “Like he couldn’t even see what was right there in front of him.”

She brushed Emily’s cheek with the backs of her knuckles, but her voice didn’t soften—it sharpened.

“It made me sick. Watching him ignore you like that. Like your body wasn’t worth touching, like you didn’t deserve to be seen, devoured.”

Her jaw worked tight, like her own words were pushing her to the edge.

“I didn’t just want you. I needed to show you. That someone sees. That someone wants to know every inch of you. Not just want—fucking crave. I’ve seen how he treats you, Em. How he doesn’t look, doesn’t touch, doesn’t ask. And it kills me.”

Her hand slipped lower, tracing the line of Emily’s thigh, still damp, still quivering.

“And then when you told me what happened—when you said someone finally made you feel it again? That you let someone in, that you’re still dripping with it?”

Tasha moved in, her breath grazing Emily’s neck, lips ghosting just above the skin.

“I had to taste it.”

Emily gasped, hips twitching as the echo of that heat sparked again through her, the memory raw and aching.

Tasha kissed her jaw, then lower, her whisper curling into Emily’s ear.

“You deserve more than him. More than scraps. You deserve to be wanted so hard it hurts.”

She kissed her again, full and rough and claiming.

Emily melted into it, breath hitching as Tasha pressed closer.

“And if someone’s already making you feel like that…” Her fingers drifted down Emily’s side, tracing each inch like she was carving it into memory. “…if someone’s fucking you that well…”

She pulled back just enough to let Emily see the flash in her eyes, that wicked gleam of teeth behind a smirk.

“…I might need to track him down and fuck him myself.”

Emily choked on a breath, eyes wide, stunned.

Tasha’s hand slipped down, cupping the curve of her ass with possessive ease.

“Not to take him from you,” she murmured, voice low and dangerous, “but to know what he felt. What it was like to be inside you when you broke like that. What finally made you let go.”

Her fingers brushed the slick seam between Emily’s thighs, featherlight but pointed—skin flushed, folds still soaked and glistening from where Eli had spilled deep inside her. Still wet, still open.

“I want every angle,” Tasha whispered. “Of you.”

Emily trembled beneath her, legs tense, already needy.

“And he was a virgin?” Tasha asked, voice sharper now, a wicked glint in her eye.

Emily nodded, dazed, barely breathing.

Tasha’s mouth curved.

“Well. No wonder there was so much.”

Then she went down.

She gripped the insides of Emily’s thighs and spread them open again, wide and trembling. Her tongue searching for even more of the mess between, diving greedily into the slick, flushed heat, licking straight into her cunt—deep—groaning low in her throat as she tasted it. Small traces of it, Eli’s cum still clinging inside her, sticky and sweet on Tasha’s tongue. She lapped it up like it belonged to her, slow at first, then harder, deeper, tongue plunging in again and again.

“Mmn—fuck—Em,” she moaned into her, tongue twisting deep into that soft, spasming hole. Emily cried out, back arching, legs locking around Tasha’s shoulders as her body jolted, the slick suction sounds obscene between them.

Tasha licked like she was cleaning her out, possessive and ravenous, not missing a drop. She pushed her tongue deeper, flattening it to drag over every soaked inch, fucking her with her mouth, groaning at the taste of sex and jealousy.

Emily squirmed, fingers buried in the sheets, moaning—“ahhhn, Tash—fuuuck—”

When she finally pulled back, lips shiny, chin wet, breath ragged against Emily’s pulsing slit, she murmured against her twitching flesh:

“Imagine what both of us could teach him.”