Tags: Killian/Emma/Hook, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex
Familiar footsteps moved through the bedroom as Emma leaned over the sink, the mirror cool against her hand as she wiped away the steam that had gathered. She barely had time to look up before the door was swinging open and her husband strode in, bringing with him a shock of cold air and the smell of the docks as he pressed himself to her back.
"You smell delicious, Emma," Hook whispered into her neck, his lips hot against her chilled skin as she stood wrapped in only her towel, his fingers ghosting along her arm before grasping the edge of her covering and yanking it away.
She shrieked and tried to turn into the warmth of his body, but his hook was already pressing against her, his hand rough as he forced her back and bent her over the edge of the vanity, her eyes locked with the mirror that was already fogging again – just able to see her own flushed features and his sinful intentions reflected in the smirk he wore behind her.
"Don't think I'm letting you escape, darling," he teased, his palm pressing firmly against her lower back as the curve of his hook urged her thighs farther apart. "We worked up quite an appetite sparring, and I find myself starving to taste every inch of you."
Every hair on her body was standing on end, her skin covered in goosebumps that were entirely due to the very real desire pooling between her legs instead of the cold air.
"What about...oh god," she moaned, Hook's hand drifting around the valley of her hip and stroking, his calloused fingers only just delving into her curls enough to tease the hood of her clit. "the kids...and where's Killian?"
"The lad was worn out, asked for a ride to Regina's to play Call of Honor, or some such thing. Killian is dropping him off."
Emma shivered, the lush rug beneath her feet shifting slightly as she jerked at the warm brush of his fingertips through her already damp sex – his eyes drinking in the way she rolled her neck and parted her lips in the mirror, core tightening at the anticipation of feeling his digits push into her, filling her slowly.
"And Alice?" she breathed, her lip caught between her teeth as Hook avoided where she wanted him most, instead continuing his leisurely torture.
"She met the Zimmer lass for ice cream, so we've the entire house to ourselves, darling...how long has it been?"
"The entire house, huh?" Emma panted, Hook's fingers finally slipping between her folds and pressing into her heat, his rings pushing against her as he twisted and stroked her walls.
"Aye, but there's no need to move when I've got you exactly how I want you – spread so delectably open for me," he growled, his fingers thrusting into her more intently as he bent and kissed her back, mouthing his way along her hip and nipping the swell of her bottom. "You're such a needy thing, Emma, always dripping and wet for us..."
Emma moaned her agreement, pushing more wantonly onto his fingers only to whimper when he withdrew them roughly and grabbed her thigh, her legs quivering as he ducked between them and buried his face in her folds, his tongue greedily lapping the arousal he'd drawn from her body.
"So delicious," he groaned against her, his tongue delving to replace the emptiness his fingers had left, his scruff scraping against her as he pulled her more forcefully against his face, his nose rubbing her clit and sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
"Oh, that's so fucking good," she hissed, jerking and knocking the soap from the edge of the sink as he sealed his mouth around her and swirled his tongue through her folds, sucking gently. Her wet hair dripped down her back, the cold trail it left a sharp contrast to the heat swirling in her core and flushing her cheeks. "God, I could keep you there all day..."
Her fingers found his head between her thighs as she practically rode his face against the edge of the sink, winding through his messy locks, sweaty from his sparring session, and holding him against her as he fucked her with his tongue, sweeping up to her clit with wide, flat strokes that made her legs jerk as he brushed over her sensitive nub again and again. The soles of her feet left the floor with each stroke and he followed, chasing after her. Her gaze flickered up to the mirror. Her reflection was a picture of sin – lower lip worried to a red sheen and her cheeks stained pink, her pupils blown wide and mouth parted with hungry need as she panted, her lips opening in a small moan each time his tongue brought her closer and closer to her release.
"Don't stop talking now, darling," he murmured, pausing to drag his teeth down the hood of her clit before sucking her folds into his mouth once more, his words a deep vibration against her. "I love when you tell me all the filthy things you want."
A long, drawn out moan left her lips as her head dropped to the vanity, Hook's mouth returning to her clit as he latched on, sucking and flicking his tongue in a rhythm that never let her drop from the rise she was climbing.
"I love you go down on me," she gasped, words muffled against her arm as she peppered her skin with soft mews of pleasure. "Love how it feels like you can never get enough..makes me want to lay you down in our bed and...oh, god, fuck...ride that mouth of yours until I can't come anymore..."
He growled against her, his bruising grip on her thigh abating as he snaked his hand upward, the space tight, and pressed roughly against her clit as his tongue slipped into her tight heat once more, drinking in the wetness that ran from her like honey and coated her folds, her walls swollen and tight around him as he fucked her with his tongue – and before she could find something to hold onto, the knot of pleasure that had been building and throbbing inside of her broke, her legs shaking around him as she came, her weight bearing down on him as she clung to the sink and let her moans echo against the porcelain, shock waves running through her limbs as he gently ran his tongue along her sex.
"I hope you've saved some for me, Jones."
Hook's chuckle against her damp sex made her tremble once more, and through the haze of bliss she was still floating in, she smiled at the sound of Killian's voice as he padded through the bedroom and entered the bath. She turned just enough that she could see him leaning with his hip against the door frame, his eyes dark and hungry as he took in the two of them – her body still stretched across the vanity with Hook's face buried between her legs, half supporting her as she recovered.
"That was only her first. She's a ways to go before we're through with her," Hook smirked, carefully extricating himself and steadying her at the same time.
He was still kneeling behind her, his hand caressing her bottom where he'd marked her pale skin with his teeth earlier, and Emma moaned at the fleeting sting.
"Aye," Killian agreed, abandoning his casual lean to join them, Emma's heart rate picking up in the few steps it took him to reach her and pull her into his arms, bearing most of her weight as he wove his hand into her hair and his hook around her back. He ducked his head, his lips seeking hers urgently. She opened for him, teasing him into her with a sigh as their tongues slid together, his scruff burning against her already swollen lips as she pushed further into him, her body waking from its post-orgasmic fog as the scent of him surrounded her – sweat and leather, the briny sea air, that special something that belonged only to her two men. It was more than a heady aroma, it was a heady feeling, knowing that even exhausted and worn out from a busy day, they still came home and wanted her, were filled with the same desire for her that she was for them.
As she found her legs again, Hook seemed determined to undo her effort, the hard leather of his brace and his calloused fingers kneading her firm cheeks as he nipped gently at them, his tongue roving from the round swell of each one upwards, circling the small dimples just above. Killian's hand left her hair, slowly traveling down her shoulder and gripping her arm as they kissed, his fingers gently guiding her to grasp the towel rack beside the vanity.
She gasped into Killian's mouth and felt his answering smirk as behind her Hook's grip became greedy, his fingers and brace pushing her cheeks apart as his tongue ran down the cleft of her ass, teasing her tight opening with stiff flicks as he massaged the handful of flesh in his hand, moaning against her. Teasingly, Killian pulled away from her, placing a last gentle kiss to her lips before he knelt in front of her, his knees hitting the rug with a soft thump as he nuzzled her stomach, pressing his head into the warmth of her palm as she found the top of his head and held on, knowing what was coming – knowing what together they would do to her.
Suddenly she was too hot, her skin on fire as Hook's mouth massaged her, his tongue sending ripples of want through her body as he worked the tight muscle she knew he'd soon be pressing more into – Killian's fingers reaching and dipping into her folds that were still slick and washed in her own arousal as he slipped two digits inside of her.
"Bloody hell, you're wet, love," he whispered against her skin, turning his gaze up to meet hers as he pumped his fingers in and out of her tight channel, his firm strokes to that spot he knew she loved almost too much too soon. "Did our husband devour you like the delicious sweet you are?"
"Yes," she rasped, her hips jerking against Killian's fingers as Hook's tongue slipped into her, his grip tightening on her ass as he massaged her firm globes and rooted against her, pulling his tongue out just to tease her once more before thrusting back in. "God, yes, but I need...I need more, don't stop..."
"I wouldn't dream of it, Swan." He kept his eyes locked on hers as he slipped a third finger into her tight sheath and pumped them within her, twisting his wrist and driving them deeper. "Do you think we came make her come once more before we take her?" he asked, Hook's answering growl making Emma jerk forward once more, her skin pleasantly tingling as his rough stubble razed her cheeks.
"Please, Killian, I need you both in me, I can't...I can't..."
"Oh, you can, love," he hissed, finally breaking her gaze and lowering his mouth to her drenched sex, moaning as he tasted the remnants of her last release along her folds, sweet and tangy at the back of his throat as he rolled his tongue along her slick flesh. "I want to taste you once more before I bury my cock deep in this tight cunt, do you understand me, Swan?"
"Yes," she hissed, her other hand slamming into the towel rack as she clung to it with a white knuckled grip, her body swaying between her two lovers as they consumed her.
Killian's tongue swept along her folds in broad strokes, flicking her clit before beginning again, his speed increasing as she jerked above him with each move, needy cries falling from her as he sealed his lips around her and sucked, pulling at her sensitive flesh. Each twist of her body had Hook grasping her backside more firmly, her cheeks burning pleasurably from the scratch of his stubble as he lavished her with attention, her body so relaxed that she knew she would be ready for him soon.
She could feel a second orgasm building within her, pleasurable jolts leaping in her stomach as each caress of Killian's tongue was followed by Hook's, her legs trembling as they held her upright and worked her into a frenzy. Suddenly, Killian's fingers were pressing in exactly the spot she needed him, curling firmly into her swollen wall and stroking, his movements matching perfectly with Hook's as he continued to tongue her – and then it was bursting through her, her back arching and legs trembling as her two lovers pulled every last throbbing wave from her, her thigh rising to push against Killian's scruffy cheek as she bucked against him.
"Fuck...fuck," she hissed, her weight falling forward as they both held her steady, leaving her completely sated and yet somehow empty, "need you both...now, please..."
"Aye, love," Killian growled, placing both of her hands on the towel rack as he hastily yanked his pants off, kicking them to the side before pulling her back against his chest, her hands scrambling to tear the shirt from his body.
Her mind registered the lack of Hook's touch against her as he stepped back to disrobe, the sound of his own jeans hitting the tiled floor making her core pang with anticipation – but before she could do more than whimper, she felt his strong hand and the cold press of his hook against her shoulders, pushing her down so that her knees were resting against the soft rug they stood on.
She twisted, her head swiveling to find what she knew was waiting for her, her mouth watering at the sight of Hook's fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, his slit glistening with a hint of arousal as he angled it toward her lips. Killian's fingers threaded into her hair as she reached blindly toward where she knew he was hovering beside her other shoulder, his cock bobbing against her turned cheek as she caressed it's rigid length with the soft tips of her fingers.
"That's it, darling," Hook sighed, his head rolling as she reached out with her tongue to collect the wetness leaking from his tip, dragging it over her lips before wrapping them around him, the head of his cock settling heavily on her tongue and filling her mouth with the taste of him – salty and strong and entirely male. "Get me nice and wet – bloody hell, your mouth is sinful, Emma..."
"Aye, isn't it though?" Killian growled, his fingers knotted in her curls as he rutted through her grasp, watching the glide of his skin as it rolled over the tip of his cock, pulling back the precum already coating his swollen head. "She loves to be full of us, doesn't she?"
Emma groaned around her mouthful, the noise vibrating against Hook's skin as she buried her nose in the dark thatch of hair at the base of his shaft, her core aching at the thought of having them both inside of her, her head bobbing as she worked up and down his length quickly, coating him with saliva before pulling free with a gasp and turning to Killian. She switched hands, wrapping her fingers around Hook and pumping him slowly as she sucked down his twin's hardness. Killian hissed at the sensation of her hot mouth surrounding him, her tongue stroking the hard ridge running along his length as she opened her throat and swallowed around him, eager to feel them both thrusting into her as quickly as possible.
"Fuck, love," Killian groaned, her throat squeezing him as she rocked slowly back and forth, bathing his flesh in her wetness before releasing him, tongue curling and laving around his girth.
"Need you," she breathed, "need you so bad..."
The words were a shiver along his heated flesh, disappearing into a gasp as he reached down and yanked her to her feet – the ceramic edge of the sink cold against her leg as he arranged her how he liked, her toes rising to bear her weight as she moaned at the hungry press of their bodies against her own.
"Are you ready for us, darling?" Hook hissed, nails dragging down the curve of her back as he rubbed his cock between the swell of her cheeks, drawing a whimper from her lips as his slick head pushed against her opening, her tight ring of muscle relaxed and eager to feel him stretch her completely around his thick shaft.
"Yes...fuck, yes," she pleaded, rocking back even as Killian tucked her closer, the three of them settling easily into that balance that had them both prodding at her depths, Killian's cock slipping perfectly into her sopping folds as Hook sunk into her tight channel, her body stretching to accommodate them opening and filling her completely.
"So bloody hot and wet, Swan," Killian gasped, the cold kiss of his hook dragging down her arm making her keen with desperation, the hard leather of his brace brushing her thigh as he looped it behind her and lifted – Hook grunting as her ass clenched around him, squeezing his girth inside of her.
She gave herself over to them completely, their strength holding her pressed between them as they worked themselves deeper, her walls and every inch of her body melting around them as their gentle thrusts slowly impaled her – the sheer fullness of having them both moving inside of her almost too much in this position. The room spun around her, their groans of pleasure feral and hedonistic as they sunk into the deepest parts of her, only a thin, throbbing wall between them as they slipped in and out. Killian's cock was angled just perfectly to nudge her most sensitive areas as he moved, his crown butting against where Hook was sinking into her, his mouth and fingers having done so well working her open that there was only a mild, pleasant burn as his hardness filled her.
She loved having them this way, her entire being limp and safe between them as she clung to their strong bodies, letting go of every ounce of control as they took care of her, knowing exactly what she needed.
"Emma," Hook groaned behind her, his stubble razing her skin as he thrust up into her spread cheeks, sinking his cock deeply enough that she could feel the soft curls at the base of his shaft brushing against her, "gods, I love the way you suck me in, so tight like this...bloody hell, Killian, I can feel every inch of you inside of her..."
"Aye," Killian hissed, his brace digging into her leg as he picked up his pace, her wetness clinging to him and dripping to the floor as he buried himself in her grasping walls, "our filthy wife loves being taken like this, both of her holes full of us, doesn't she?"
Emma nodded heavily against him, her teeth catching and nipping at the edges of his ear as she panted through the sensations they were pulling from her, pleasure building and threatening to burst from her, her entire body feeling impossibly full and electric.
"I'm so close," she groaned, her walls tensing and drawing aching noises from them both, their cocks thick and heavy inside of her, rubbing against one another through the thin wall that separated them, "need to feel you both...oh god, yes, just like that...come in me, please, so full...wanna be so fucking full..."
Her pleas drove them higher as she bounced between them, her body slick and open, accepting them both easily as they rammed their cocks into her willing body. Hook's head had dropped to her back, sweat running between them as he gripped her tightly and let out a long, guttural groan, his shoulders trembling as he thrust deeply and stilled within her, ropes of come pulsing from him into the depths of her body.
Emma keened sharply at the sensation of his seed, impossibly hot, filling her ass, her hips bucking between her husbands as her own orgasm tore through her like a wildfire, pure bliss rippling outward and throbbing in her core as she rode it out, Killian's cock still pounding deeply into her sopping folds.
"You love being full of our come," Killian rasped, his movements sloppy as he chased his own release, his balls tightening against him as his shaft swelled inside of her, "don't you, love? Tell me you want it, Emma, tell me you want to be so dirty it runs down your legs..."
"Yes, yes!" she cried, each strike of his cock against her throbbing walls only making her orgasm spiral higher, "please...Killian...I'm your dirty girl, give it to me..."
Behind her Hook moaned, his teeth latching onto her shoulder and watching intently as Killian grunted and stilled, spilling himself into her tight cunt, Emma trembling and shaking between them as they held her steady, cocks softening and slipping from her body, streams of their seed following.
She'd gone entirely limp in their embrace, protesting weakly as Killian eased her sore body from around him and shifted her into Hook's waiting arms, moving quickly to turn on the faucet in the bath so their husband could lower her into its soothing warmth. He stirred the water with his hand as Hook pressed soft kisses to her hair, murmuring something that drew a lazy smile from her lips, her fingers stroking the soft curls of gray escaping his shirt.
Once the water was high enough, Hook helped Emma slip into its heat, sighs of contentment falling from her lips as she rested against the cast iron tub, stretching herself languorously along its entire length.
"That feels so good," she moaned, and Hook chuckled, fingers moving to the pieces of clothing neither he nor Killian had gotten a chance to remove before they'd been overcome with the need to take their wife.
"Allow me, Jones," Killian smirked, stepping forward and replacing Hook's hand with his own, his already bared wrist pushing the fabric to the side as he popped the buttons loose.
Hook's eyes sparkled as his tongue traced the edges of his teeth, a slow desire coming to life in his gut once more as Killian drew both his shirt and waistcoat away from his chest, his fingers dragging lower until they were nestled in the thatch of hair between his legs, venturing just far enough to tease his already hardening cock.
"Oh my god, you two..." Emma laughed, though her own hand was already dropping below the waterline as she watched them step into each other. "If you keep that up, we're never going to leave this bathroom."
"Well, that's a cross I'm willing to bear, love," Killian smirked, tugging his husband against him and pressing the damp skin of their bodies closer, "besides, the best time to get dirty is before you get clean."