I nod, whimpering as Ash continues his nonchalant inspection of my cunt. His fingers make a wide vee and separate my folds while he reaches up with his other hand to pull back the skin of my clitoral hood, exposing the swollen bud underneath. He presses a thumb against it—doesn’t rub it or strum it, just presses—and I practically collapse. Embry keeps me upright.

“Responsive,” Ash comments, removing his thumb and fingers. I moan at the loss.

“Would you like me to see if she's wet inside?” Embry asks.

Ash leans back and gives an indifferent nod. Only the painful-looking throb of his cock and the heat in his eyes tell me that he's only playing a game, setting a scene, pushing all of my buttons in exactly the way only he knows how.

Embry reaches around from behind me, still keeping my leg slung over his other arm, and slides his hand over my mound. The moment he makes contact with my pubic bone, I whimper. The moment he pushes two fingers inside me, I cry out, reaching back and grabbing at his neck for balance.

"Oh yes," Embry rasps. "She's wet."

"Wet enough for my cock?"

"Most certainly."

Ash purses his lips and thinks for a moment, then says, "You have ten seconds to get her dripping."

I don't understand what he means, but Embry does, setting my leg down and dropping to his knees in front of me. Without so much as a glance upwards, he presses his face into my cunt and begins licking me. Long, flat strokes, the apex of each stroke ending with a gentle suckle of my clit. My hands go to Embry's hair at the same time my eyes go to Ash's face, and for the moment, the mask has dropped and I see exactly how he feels. On the arm of the chair, his hand is clenched into an angry fist and his jaw is tight with restraint. But the slit at the top of that perfect dick is glistening with pearly drops of arousal and his pulse is pounding in his neck and those green eyes finally meet mine with searing, furnace-like love.

"Show me your wedding ring," he commands. "Show it to me."

I slide my left hand over the top of Embry's head so Ash can see the ring.

"Whom do you belong to?"

"You, Mr. President."

"You're fucking right about that. Ten seconds are up," Ash says. "She better be soaking wet."

Embry pulls back with a reluctant groan. "She is. I made sure of it."

"Good." Ash spreads his legs a little wider. "Put her on top of me. And then put my cock inside her."

The color is back on Embry's cheeks, color that I know is mirrored on my own cheeks, and I feel his hands shaking as he tentatively brackets my waist.

Ash makes an impatient noise. "Now. I'm not accustomed to waiting."

Embry's hands tighten on me and then I'm being lifted onto Ash's lap, as easily as if I were a doll. He arranges me so that I'm straddling Ash's hips, and even raised up like this, I can feel the heat rolling off Ash's erection. It takes everything I have not to reach down and impale myself on the perfect member right now.

Embry goes down to one knee, biting his lip as he keeps one hand on my waist and drops the other to fist Ash's girth. With a shuddering breath, he brushes the tip of Ash's cock against the lips of my pussy until he finds the wet, inflamed flesh of my entrance. And with no warning, I'm shoved down onto the huge cock, the invasion so sudden and so big that sparks of pain fly through my chest, stealing my breath.

"Oh, now that is some good pussy," Ash says with a groan, his hips shifting underneath me. "Make her come on me," he tells Embry. "I want to feel what it's like when she comes."

Embry's trembling hands return, this time to my hips, and he slowly moves me back and forth on top of Ash. "Lean forward," he says in a ragged voice. "It will rub your clit against his body."

I do as Embry says, glancing back over my shoulder to see him. His normally perfect hair is tousled and messy from my hands and Ash's hands, and there's sweat gathering along the lines of his clavicle and in the furrowed lines of his stomach. His face is like it was that night in Chicago—gone. Lost. Swallowed up by his own lust. I can tell that following Ash's commands takes all of his focus, and Ash must be able to tell too because he says, "You're doing such a good job, my little prince. You're making me so proud."

Embry's hands tremble even more, but he keeps at his task, moving my hips and fucking Ash's cock with my pussy. I feel like a toy or a sex doll, a tool, an extension of Embry's body, and the feeling is deeply, awfully thrilling. To be just a thing to these men, just a tight pussy, the thing they use to relieve their needs—the thought sends knots of lust pulling deep in my belly, right where Ash's thick cock rubs mercilessly against my womb.

"Does it hurt, Embry?" Ash asks softly. He looks meaningfully down at where Embry's dark red cock is leaking in long drops. "Do you wish you could touch it? Just once?"

Embry drops his head against his chest. A single nod.

"She feels so good," Ash says, with just a hint of cruelty in his face as he does. "You did such a good job making her wet for me. You’re moving her so good on top of me. It's too bad you can't feel it too."

"You're mean," Embry whispers. "I forgot how mean you could be without even raising a hand." But he doesn't sound hurt. He sounds like Ash's meanness is water in a desert, like he can't get enough.

"You better make her come fast, Embry. It would be embarrassing if you came without even being touched, wouldn't it? You want to save your seed for her pussy, don’t you?"