A crazy game of truth or dare (7)
Tony moved closer, almost leaning on Rob as he filmed. His eyes were locked on Emma’s body, on the way her tits squeezed around Rob’s cock.
Rob noticed. “Kiss her, Tony,” he said. “It’s okay, mate. Just give me the phone. I’ll film.”
Emma should have been disgusted. She should have said no. But as Tony grabbed her head and kissed her hard, she kissed him back. His tongue pushed into her mouth, rough and sloppy, but she didn’t care. There was something filthy about it. Something thrilling.
She was lost in it now.
And she never wanted it to end.
“Yeah… that’s it. Good slut,” Rob groaned, his tone thick with approval. “Mmm, yeah, your fucking tits are incredible.”
He held his phone steady, filming everything with practiced ease, capturing every angle as Emma obediently worked herself against him. Her full breasts bounced softly as she moved, her skin flushed with heat.
She was breathless already, her lips wet and swollen from the non-stop kissing they’d just shared. Her pulse thundered in her ears as Rob’s praise washed over her like molten heat. His words always did that-made her feel wanted, shamelessly craved.
After another minute or so of their mouths devouring each other, tongues tangled and teeth grazing, Rob finally pulled back, his lips slick. He gave her a wicked grin.
“Back on me,” he ordered, his hand firm under her chin as he guided her down toward his cock again. “Get back to sucking me.”
Emma nodded silently, already sinking down to her knees like she’d done it a hundred times before. The carpet was rough against her skin, but she barely noticed. Her focus was on him-the weight of his length heavy in her hand as she stroked him once before slipping him between her lips. She took him deep, her throat relaxing as he pushed farther in. The familiar stretch made her moan softly around him, the vibration making Rob hiss.
“Tony,” Rob said, glancing over at his friend. “Go behind her. I want some footage from behind while she sucks me. Stick your arse out for me, babe,” he added with a smirk, his hand smoothing over Emma’s head as she moved.
There was no doubt who was in charge. Rob’s presence commanded the room without effort, and both Emma and Tony did as they were told. Tony shifted behind her, crouching low with the camera in his grip. The small red light blinked as he recorded Emma’s head bobbing up and down on Rob’s cock, her mouth gliding smoothly as she took him deeper each time.
Tony licked his lips as he watched her. “Jesus,” he muttered under his breath, though loud enough for Rob to hear. “That arse is unreal.”
Rob chuckled quietly. “How wet is she?” he asked, his tone casual, like they were discussing the weather.
Tony didn’t need any further prompting. He set the camera to one hand and reached out with the other, his fat fingers pressing firmly between Emma’s legs. Even through the thin fabric of her soaking thong, he could feel the heat radiating off her.
“Fuck,” Tony breathed, a crooked grin spreading across his face. “She’s fucking soaked.”
Emma moaned around Rob’s cock as Tony’s fingers found her center, his touch blunt but effective. He didn’t stop there. He pushed the damp fabric aside, his fingertips brushing over her shaved pussy. The contact made her hips jerk slightly, but she didn’t pull away. God, she didn’t want to pull away. She needed to be touched. Her body was screaming for it, her thighs trembling with the effort it took to stay still.
She barely registered that it was Tony-his hands, thick and slightly greasy, exploring her. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the sudden, sharp relief of finally being touched where she needed it most.
Tony wasted no time. Within seconds, his fat finger was sliding along her slick folds, dipping down before pushing into her. Emma groaned, the sound muffled by Rob’s length filling her mouth. She arched her back without thinking, pushing herself onto Tony’s finger eagerly. The stretch wasn’t enough, but it was something.
“Thaaaat’s it, mate,” Rob chuckled, his palm resting on the back of Emma’s head as he guided her rhythm. “Warm her up for me.”
Tony chuckled in return, his pace increasing as he finger-fucked her with rough, practiced movements. It wasn’t gentle, and she didn’t want gentle. His second finger joined the first without hesitation, and the room filled with the obscene sounds of wetness-squelching, slurping, and soft gasps.
Emma’s breathing grew ragged as her body heated. Her orgasm was close, building low and tight in her belly. She started rocking back against Tony’s hand, her hips moving in time with the thrust of his fingers, even as Rob held her steady on his cock.
Her moans grew louder, the pleasure pushing her toward the edge. But Rob, always aware, tightened his grip on her hair and pressed her farther onto him. “Quiet, babe,” he murmured. “Don’t want to wake Jason.”
Emma’s mind swirled with the reminder. Jason was next door. Jason, who she’d fucked before. The thought made her pulse throb harder.
Her body trembled as the orgasm hit her. Hard. Waves of heat crashed through her as she clenched around Tony’s fingers, her thighs shaking. Her cry was muffled by Rob’s cock, but the men knew exactly what was happening.
“There we go,” Rob said smoothly as she shuddered. “Good girl.”
As soon as her moans quieted, Rob eased his cock from her mouth. A thin strand of saliva connected them before breaking. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip, wiping it away.
“Get on,” he ordered, his voice low but commanding.
Emma didn’t hesitate. She climbed into his lap, his hands steadying her hips as he positioned her. He pulled her forward, guiding her down onto him. Even with her soaking wetness, she could feel the stretch-thick and deep-as he pushed inside. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Ohhh… ohhh fuck…” she moaned, her head falling forward.
Rob’s hand clamped over her mouth again. “Shhh,” he warned, his breath hot against her ear. “You’ll wake Jason.”
His other hand cupped her hip, holding her firmly as he began to move her, sliding her back and forth on his cock in slow, deliberate strokes. He glanced over her shoulder at Tony, who was still filming, his eyes dark with arousal.
“Jason lives next door,” Rob said casually. “In fact, Emma’s fucked Jason in the past. Haven’t you, babe?”
Emma whimpered, her head nodding slowly as she moaned against his palm. The truth of it made her cheeks burn. She could barely process the words, not when Rob was filling her so completely.
“Who’s the better fuck?” Rob asked, his tone almost teasing. “Me or Jason?”