Chapter 12

BPOV

God, this is so fucking hot. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen in real life. Edward, my Edward, on his knees in front of another man. And Emmett's not just a man, he's a fucking Swiss god.

My hand moves a little faster in my panties as I watch Edward trail kisses down Emmett's stomach, stopping only to undo his fly and reach inside. He groans, moving his hand up and down, stroking Emmett as he mutters and curses in a mix of German and English.

"Take off his pants, baby," I beg, desperate to see more.

"Ja," Emmett says. "You too? Bitte?," he adds, his eyes fixing on the hand that's working between my legs.

I push my shorts and panties down off my hips and kick them off, tossing them to the side. I lean back against the pillows, settling in again as I watch Edward tug off Emmett's pants and boxers.

I can see Edward having a moment of hesitation when Emmett's thick, uncut cock is finally staring him in the face. He rests his hand on Emmett's thigh, drawing small circles with his thumb, and looks back at me shyly.

"Show me how you touched him, babe. Back then," I prompt him, bending my knee and spreading my legs slightly. I move my fingers back down to my pussy and drag them through the wetness, enjoying the fire in Edward's eyes when he sees how turned on I am.

He turns back to Emmett, wraps his fingers around Emmett's cock, and strokes it gently. Emmett seems torn between watching Edward and watching me; I can't take my eyes away from Edward's hand, stroking and teasing expertly.

It doesn't take long before Emmett's head is thrown back in pleasure, and Edward moves closer to get a better grip.

"Baby, don't you want to taste him?" I ask, circling my clit with two fingers. "I want to watch you suck Emmett's cock."

Edward's brow furrows in concentration as he drops his hand to Emmett's hip.

"Ja, friend, please," Emmett says, reaching out to trace the curve of Edward's neck with his fingers. My boyfriend shudders at his touch, closes his eyes, and presses his lips to the head of Emmett's dick. "Scheiße, ist das geil!"

"Oh God," I moan, watching Edward's head bob tentatively in Emmett's lap. His movements are slow and shallow at first, but quickly pick up speed with Emmett's loud moans of encouragement. It doesn't take long before Emmett's at his breaking point.

"Ja! Edvard! I'm ... oh, I am coming!" he cries, threading his fingers through Edward's hair. I expect him to move, to pull away, but he doesn't. He keeps moving, even as Emmett's hips are bucking up against him, and it's so fucking sexy, so hot to watch him do this, that I can't hold off my own orgasm any longer.

"Fuck! Edward!" I cry, straining against my own hand. I try to keep my eyes open, fixed on the gorgeous men in front of me, but my orgasm saps me of the strength to even do that. It takes me a minute to recover, to catch my breath and come back down to earth. When I do - when I open my eyes - Edward is standing at the side of the bed, leaning over me. With Emmett right behind him.