All Edward POVs written by MyLifeandHis and all Bella/Emmett POVs written by sadtomato.
Chapter 4: Bella
"That feels so fucking good, baby," I tell him. "Don't ever stop doing that. Shit!"
Edward grins and presses his thumb into the arch of my foot, massaging away the soreness from the day. "So do you think we should like, bring it up with Emmett ahead of time? Like set some ground rules?" We've been talking about our visit with Emmett since dinnertime, for over two hours, and Edward is adorably anxious about the whole thing.
"What kind of ground rules are you thinking?" I ask, settling into the corner of our big comfy couch. Edward lets his fingers trail up my calf distractedly.
"Like anything we aren't comfortable with, or whatever," he mumbles. "Either of us."
"Edward. You keep dancing around this subject, what we will or won't do with Emmett, and I need you to speak up. If we can't talk about it, we shouldn't be doing it," I tell him, wiggling my toes against his forearm. He takes the hint and drops his hands back down to massage my feet again.
"Well, you know how, um …" he says, his cheeks flushing red, "how when we were in Zurich, and you and I were ... you know. And Emmett came over to the bed? And he … you know?"
I can't stop myself from grinning at him.
"Are you talking about when Emmett stuck his finger in your ass?"
"Jesus," he breathes, shaking his head, but I can see a tiny smile on his face. "Well, yeah. And sometimes you do that too, when you're going down on me, and it just … it feels really good. Like, really, really, amazingly good."
"I know," I tell him, sitting up straight so we're face to face. I lean in and take his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling softly before I kiss him. "It makes you come like crazy."
"Yeah," he agrees, dropping his head to stare down at his lap.
"So how does that relate to said ground rules? Do you want guaranteed butt fingering?" I tease, curling my fingers in his soft, messy hair. He chokes on a laugh and turns to kiss me again.
"I just … I guess I'm wondering … if you were okay with that. Or if you might be okay with … um, more. I guess I've been curious about, um, other ways to feel like that. But I don't know how you feel about it."
It takes a few more seconds for it to click. Other ways to feel like that? Oh, fuck me.
"Baby, do you want to have sex with Emmett?" I ask, cupping Edward's face in my hands and forcing him to look in my eyes.
"I don't know. Sometimes I think about it, but I don't ever want to hurt your feelings, Bella, and if that would be too much, I don't even want to consider it." His words come pouring out now, his voice earnest and pleading. "All I really want is for us to be happy together, and if we don't do anything with Emmett, I'll be fine."
"But if I'm okay with it? It's something you would consider?" I press.
He nods, my thumbs scraping over his five o'clock shadow as his head moves in my hands.
"Edward," I whisper, dropping my hand so I can press my cheek to his. "That is... sofucking sexy." I climb into his lap, desperately turned on now, and start attacking his neck with my lips.
His relieved laughter is loud and fills the living room, until I silence him with a kiss. He holds my hips steady and pulls me down, helping me grind against his hard cock. When I have to stop kissing him just to breathe, I press my cheek to his again and whisper into his ear.
"Sometimes I touch myself and think about that, Edward. About Emmett fucking you. It would be... oh, God, Edward, it's going to be so hot."
