A/N: This is something that has lived "rent-free" in my mind for quite some time, I've read other threesome fics with Emma being the center of attention between two versions of Killian (or Killian and Liam ←- a Trobe I really do like ;) ) Now I always loved Rogers from season 7, that man deserves some good to happen in his life. And this came to my little "dirty" mind since I can't help but be intrigued by the idea of Emma being with two versions of Killian. So this is perhaps what you would call Cannon divergent, and happens a few years after the United Realms are formed.
It became smut with a (mini) plot, and smut with feelings too, and yeah one could expand on this, and have them develop a poly relationship in some way. But I'm not going to go down that road. I'm far too nervous as it is right now since this is only my second attempt at writing a story purely for the sake of writing smut.
BIG thanks to my beta romanceapologist for helping me with this. She managed to straighten up several "off-key" sentences that now work so much better.
I hope this will be a delight for you to read, can't wait to hear what you think. And yeah it did become slightly long, hope that is not going to stop you from reading.
Enjoy.
Double the trouble
Having lived in the United Realms for a few years now it was still a bit strange bumping into her husband's Wish Realm counterpart. Rogers, as everyone called the man, was the spitting image of her Killian aside from the slight sprinkle of gray hairs that were showing at his temples. Emma had stupidly suggested the other day that they should offer the man a position at the sheriff's station. With her and Killian having little Hope and having chosen to try for another baby soon, it was clear that Killian and David would not be able to do all the workload alone. With all the realms united, it seemed as if the flow of people passing through Storybrooke had grown. Everyone wanted to see where the cursed fairytale characters had lived for 28 years and a boom had taken place.
That first day it all went swimmingly. Rogers had prior experience in the police force at Hyperion Heights which seemed to make everything easier. He settled in nicely, and, when David and Killian came back from their patrol, the three men started talking about the latest weapons that had been issued to their station. Emma watched from her little corner office, her head resting in the cradle of her hands. It was surprising how different the two men were, even if they did look so much alike. Emma knew Rogers's backstory, with how he became a father and how that changed the course of his life compared to Killian's life, and that had seemed to shape his personality in such a way that he truly was a different man entirely.
She soon realized that the image of Rogers would be her husband in the future, and, yeah, she started daydreaming a little. She now knew that her husband would look fucking hot with the salt and pepper hair. She blinked in shock when a zing of desire flashed through her, dreaming of running her hands through Rogers's salt and pepper hair. With a quick shake of her head, she corrected herself. Killian's salt and pepper hair. Where the hell did that come from? She busied herself with looking into the reports from the previous day.
Rogers settled in nicely and took a lot of the workload off everyone's shoulders and even Emma had time to relax a bit more. But, much to her embarrassment, it also gave time for more fantasies to pop into her mind when she had a moment alone. Or when she watched her two men… She meant her husband and Rogers, discussing something out in the bullpen.
She was beginning to worry about her sanity as more and more heated fantasies flashed through her mind, now including both men doing all sorts of things to her, a tangle of limbs that swam into life behind her eyelids like small flashes that set her body alight.
Gods, this is stupid, I'm happily married, and Killian and I have a fucking fantastic sex life. Thank you very much.
Emma recalled the morning when they had barely made it to the station in time; Killian had interrupted her making breakfast and he took matters into his own hand to make her orgasm twice. That was her amazing sex life and, even with a toddler in the mix, they managed quite alright for seemingly busy parents.
Later that night, when Hope was fast asleep and Emma was cuddling close to her husband on their couch, she let her mind wander again. Her thighs rubbed together as another fantasy had her biting her bottom lip and cursing herself for the sheer audacity her mind had with every single fantasy.
"What's the matter, love?" Killian asked. Observant as ever in even the worst possible moment.
"Nothing's wrong." She shifted nervously and glanced up at him. "Why would there be anything wrong?"
"Darling, you forget that you're an open book to me." He smiled and tugged her hair behind her ear.
Emma grimaced at this, "Why do you have to be so perceptive?" She huffed and rolled to her side, her eyes not focused on whatever program they'd picked out for tonight. "It's just crazy, and nothing would ever happen." Her words were a low whisper.
"Now, you have me worried." He smoothed his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, "You do know that you can tell me everything, aye?"
Emma nodded then, wishing she was anywhere else, she sighed, "Okay, if you must know, I've had these fantasies, and it's really just crazy and something completely hypothetical that would never happen because…"
"Fantasies?" Killian perked up. "As in the carnal passionate ones?"
Emma didn't have to look at her husband to know that his eyes were twinkling with that specific light that always seemed to come whenever their conversations took a more sexual turn. They did have a fairly open-minded sex life, Emma had to admit, and they had both dived into anything new with a curious interest that mingled deliciously with their desire to please each other.
"I love you, I'll love you to the end of our days." Emma proclaimed, doing what she could to assure him, before she set about trying to explain her thoughts, "I've begun picturing us together as we grow older, and having an older version of you strutting around at the station has done some crazy ass stuff to what I'm picturing." She held her breath hoping he would understand what she was referring to.
Killian sucked in a breath of air behind her, his hand frozen in place where he had been stroking her arm, and the air around them seemed to have grown thick with something that made Emma want to hide her head in the sand as regret started to sweep in.
"Do you have a desire for Rogers?" Do you have feelings for Rogers?
She picked up on the small crack of self-doubt in his voice and quickly moved to straddle his lap, her hands cupping his face delicately as Emma looked down into her husband's eyes.
"I love you, you Killian, you must know that," Emma pressed, "but, when I see Rogers, I see you. Slightly older, a bit more gray at the temple, but still you." Her fingers brushed over his hair, sweeping it behind his ears. He really did need a haircut, Emma noted.
Killian blinked up at her for several moments as if he was trying to digest her words. "You want Rogers?"
"I want the both of you." Emma groaned and let her head drop to his shoulder, inhaling his sweet masculine scent of leather, rum, and salty sea air. A tiny part of her brain wondered if Rogers would smell the same, but, as soon as the thought formed, she shook her head. She needed to focus on her husband. He needed her and what kind of wife would she be if she was wondering about some other man while her husband needed her? Even if the man looked, and acted, remarkably similar to her husband and, technically, was another version of the man.
She just hoped that she would be able to make him understand, so she dared to look into his eyes again.
"At the same time?" He bit his lower lip as his blue eyes locked onto hers, a hidden emotion prickling inside his gaze.
"Well…" She dragged out, "it wouldn't be the first time I'd fantasized about two versions of you." She trailed her fingers down the column of his neck, feeling his pulse speed up. She was recalling their little time-travel adventure when he'd witnessed her kiss his past self. Once back home and everything had settled, Emma had, in a slightly drunken stupor, revealed to him that she'd wanted them both. The past Killian and her present one. At the same time.
Just the thought made Emma's lips curl in the drowsy way they always did when she pictured another version of that night in the Captain's Quarters.
"Bloody hell." She felt his fingers curl into her hip as if he needed something to anchor himself to reality. "Are you certain?"
"What?"
Killian smirked, "You don't remember my admission when you shared your little double Hook or Killian fantasy of yours?" When she looked at him puzzled, he continued, "I guess the rum had finally caught up to you by that point, but I did admit that I might not have been completely opposed to the idea of sharing you. As long as it was myself." He waggled his eyebrows and Emma finally understood what the light in his eyes was.
Emma gaped at him in surprise. Well, she hadn't exactly remembered that part of their conversation. "Rogers is not really you," she added, quickly, her guilt still eating at her, "Well, technically, he's a version of you, but he's not you."
"He's still Killian Jones, from the Wish Realm, aye, but, in a way he's me."
"So, you're okay with this?"
"Aye."
"Wow." Emma was surprised, but she felt a wet pool of desire between her legs at the mere thought of having two versions of Killian sharing her between them. "So," she paused, "if we were to ask him whether he was interested, you would be okay with it, right?"
"Aye, if the bloke is smart enough he'd say yes." He grinned, "You're the most amazing and beautiful Sheriff this town has ever had. And you're one hell of a lass, love."
"What if he balks at the very idea? I mean it's a strange proposition we're going to be making for him." Emma tried to reason, her mind snagging on the man's previous sexual history where someone had taken advantage of him. What if he thought the same since what they would be doing was, technically, getting him involved in someone else's sexual fantasy? "We do work alongside him."
"Let me invite him for a pint down at the pub and make a casual remark and see how he reacts," Killian suggested.
"When?" She could hear the excitement in her voice.
"I believe we're both off this next Friday, and on Saturday we'll have Mary Margaret look after Hope. If he agrees, I'll ask him to come Saturday night." Killian mumbled and Emma was still trying to phantom that her husband had been so cool about her new fantasy. She'd hit the jackpot in regards to her husband and, watching him contemplate just how he would get his Wish Realm's counterpart to agree to their little arrangement, she felt her heart swell with love.
Emma caught him in a deep kiss that had him melting right into her like he always seemed to do. That night they forgot all about watching TV and let themselves get lost in the love and desire they shared for one another.
Saturday was finally there, and Emma flurried around their house making everything ready for Rogers to join them. When Killian had informed her last night that Rogers had agreed to join them, Emma had been beside herself. She would admit that there were bouts of self-doubt on how she would pull this off knowing that it was one thing to share fantastic and out-of-this-world sex with Killian, but, honestly, including a slightly older version of her husband in the mix was quite daunting the more she thought about it.
They had never invited anyone else into their sex life like this, so everything was new for all of them. Killian had told her that Rogers had seemed stunned when he'd first laid out the idea for him, but, when Killian explained that it was a secret desire of his to see Emma being shared like that with his older self, the man had seemed to warm up to the idea. The two men had spoken together a few hours more, and Emma knew that Killian had sorted out all the ground rules they both had set up for this rendezvous, including Roger's requests.
When the door opened downstairs, Emma jumped on the bed and tried to rest her body back against the throw pillows in as alluring a way as possible. She adjusted the collar of the robe she wore, showing a bit more of her shoulder and giving a glimpse of the lingerie she wore underneath, and laid back in wait.
"Emma?" Killian called as footsteps could be heard on the stairs.
"I'm in here."
The door to the bedroom opened and Killian walked in. Rogers followed closely behind him and, when the latter saw her splayed out on the bed, Emma noticed his eyes widen in surprise. Then he rubbed his neck as if he was nervous, much like Killian scratched behind his ear, and Emma almost felt like melting at the familiar sight.
Killian walked over and leaned over her to kiss her, "Missed me?"
"Always," Emma murmured against his lips. Then she glanced over his shoulder and caught the curious spark in Roger's eyes. The way he smiled when their eyes met, was reassurance enough for Emma to know that he seemed to be on board with this sharing setup they had planned for the night.
Killian offered her his hand and he helped her up from the bed, wrapping his arm around her waist as they faced Rogers. Her robe slipped open even more but she kept her eyes on their guest who had unconsciously licked his lips.
"My lady." Rogers smiled and did a small nod of his head that made his hair gently brush against his forehead.
"Hi." Emma bit the inside of her cheek not knowing how to proceed. She rubbed her sweaty palms against the sheer fabric of the skirt attached to the black laced teddy she wore. It had been a spur-of-the-moment purchase the prior day and Emma hoped it was as mouth-watering as the saleswoman had assured it would be.
"Perhaps a wee dram might be in order," Killian suggested with a nervous chuckle. He walked to the small sitting area they had in their spacious bedroom, ruffling about to grab the small bottle of rum and glasses that sat waiting.
Rogers seemed relieved at this and shared a smile with Emma, as they both walked to take the offered tumblers that Killian was holding aloft. Emma gave her husband a small grateful smile and placed the glass to her lips. Once she swallowed the amber liquid, she felt a warmth rush through her and she took a deep calming breath.
"I know this must be sort of weird for you." Emma began after placing her tumbler on the small coffee table, her eyes meeting Roger's own as she gave him another uncertain smile.
"Aye, but to be honest I did harbor some jealousy back in the past as you know." Rogers looked sheepishly down at the carpet. "I wanted the life Killian had gained." He looked towards Killian and gave a placating nod, "I would never attempt to take away or belittle the true love I know the two of you share, mate, this I promise you."
"I understand, and we're doing this because we both want to." Killian winked at Emma who shuffled her feet nervously in response. "As I said at the pub yesterday, she wants to experience the older me, and that somehow ended up with her fantasizing about being shared by you and me."
"This is a first for me." Rogers revealed, "I mean I've had my fair share of experience with a few pretty and willing tavern wenches over the years. My time at the tower taught me patience and while Eloise was a manipulative wench, she did teach me a few tricks in the time she shared with me." He rubbed his neck and averted his eyes as if he felt he might have overshared on that part.
"We understand," Emma said and walked over to him, "we would never think you did anything wrong. You did what you did to help your daughter." Emma cupped his face with her hand, "You're an amazing man, and, yeah, you look far too much like my husband for me not to notice how stunningly handsome you are, but that doesn't mean I think of you as anything else than what you are. A good man." She smoothed her fingers through his shorter hair, feeling the tremor run through his body.
"Thank you, Emma." He gave her a small smile, then glanced at Killian, "And you're okay with this?" He waved between himself and Emma who'd pressed herself closer to his frame. Emma could see how he tried to keep his composure.
"Aye, I'm the one who suggested we ask you to join us last night." Killian moved closer, having just finished off his tumbler of rum. He settled in behind her and Emma realized that she was now pushed between the two men, feeling both their heartbeats against her frame. "Have to admit it's a bit of a turn-on for me." He nuzzled her neck, "You've heard about our adventure traveling back in time, aye?" he added and Rogers nodded. Killian smiled against her neck, swiping his tongue over her pulse point, "Ever since I saw her kissing the younger version of me, I wanted to expand on that." He smoothed his hand over her hip then slipped his hand under her robe, smoothing over the laces covering her abdomen.
"Wow." Rogers clasped his hand around Emma's wrist, his fingers smoothing over her soft skin, making her flesh rise in goosebumps. "You're a beautiful woman, Emma."
"You're a handsome man." Emma husked back and lifted herself closer to his mouth, hoping he would be okay with her kissing him. He seemed to understand what she wanted and he let her push herself closer, and when their lips met in a slow kiss, her whole world tilted upside down. The pressure of Killian covering her whole back, while she was pressed firmly against the solid frame of Rogers, was far too intoxicating. How was she ever going to be able to think straight?
The kiss became more heated and Emma moaned into his mouth, opening up and letting his tongue seek out her own. Rogers groaned at the contact and she felt his hand smooth up her arm, grasping for purchase.
When they both pulled away, they gasped for breath, "Wow, I think I like being trapped between two pirates." Emma teased, "This is going to be quite an experience." Emma let her mouth slide over Roger's stubbled chin, he seemed to shave a little closer than her husband, but she liked the way it scratched over her skin.
"Are you our pirate wench then, love?" Killian asked as his hand began to slip off her robe, leaving her clad in the lacy teddy. She could see how Rogers perused her form as it was revealed before him in what seemed like a slow unraveling as Killian paused too, probably, watching the man's expression knowing just how much he loved teasing.
"Stunning, a pirate wench indeed," Rogers mumbled and swiped his mouth with his hand, eyes darkening.
"Touch me," Emma begged.
"And she is demanding too," Killian growled behind her, his hook scraping over the lace that covered her hip bone. "Do you trust us, Emma?"
"Uh?"
"If you trust us we can do unspeakable things to your beautiful and sexy body. We'll ravish you in any possible way." He lifted his mouth off her shoulder, "and I believe our guest is having the same desire as I am, aye?"
Emma looked between the two men who seemed to have some sort of silent conversation, their expressions shifting slightly as thoughts were shared between them. It was quite nerve-wracking but, gods, did she feel safe in their arms. "I trust you, both." She reached for Rogers' hand and placed it over her breast, "Please touch me." There was a small whimpering to her voice that she rarely seemed to utter. Her desire grew in magnitude as the men seemed to have come to an agreement.
Killian removed her hand from Rogers' wrist and growled, "We make the calls now." A shiver of anticipation washed over her and she could possibly also have moaned. Her blood rushed faster through her body and she felt her face heat up at the commanding voice Killian used. The voice she usually called his Captain's voice.
"Are you okay with that?" Rogers asked, squeezing her soft flesh, making her moan, and, when she slowly nodded her head, he captured her lips again. Her whole world was now anchored between these two men; one her husband and the other his older Wish Real version.
The kiss was swift and over far too soon for her liking, but it was soon forgotten when Rogers leaned down and swiped his tongue over her lace-covered nipple. "As much as I like this on you, darling, could we perhaps remove it?" He bit down gently on her sensitive nub, making her moan and almost lose her footing as her legs wobbled beneath her. Good thing that Killian had a good hold on her.
"She is quite receptive," Killian chuckled in her ear, "and I'll share every little secret spot that will drive her wild with desire." His hand slipped to her back where he searched for the fastening of the teddy. He'd become quite skilled at unclasping her lingerie over the years, and it didn't take him long before the top part of the teddy was bunched around her waist.
"Magnificent," Rogers mumbled, awe making his voice sound like a whispered breath, "truly a vision." He placed his prosthetic hand on her hip and used his hand to palm at her breast, lifting it, tugging at the nipple, cupping it gently as much as he could. It made her moan and whimper when he let go.
When Killian's hand smoothed up and cupped her other breast she was suddenly feeling all sorts of new sensations. Having a man with only one hand did have a few downsides, but Killian usually put his mouth to good use when he wanted to tease her overly sensitive nipples. Now, two sets of fingers toyed with her hardening buds, rolling them between calloused fingers that had her clawing at the skin of her thighs as she tried to remain standing.
"Oh, God." Emma let her head drop back against Killian's shoulder, trusting he would hold on to her as her body gave out in a sea of sensation. His hook was draped over her abdomen, holding her close, even as he continued to tease her alongside Rogers.
"Gods, you sound wanton, love, a true goddess for us to toy with." Killian brushed his lips over the shell of her ear, sending a shiver of desire through her body. She clenched her thighs together, feeling how wet she'd already become from them just teasing her breasts, and she whimpered in reply.
"I'm all yours gentlemen." Emma moaned when Rogers began sucking on her nipple again, the suction making her back arch against Killian's torso as her body screamed for more.
"Pirates, love, we're pirates, remember." Killian pushed the lace of the teddy over her hips, and, with Rogers catching on pretty quickly, they set about letting the material slip loosely to the floor in a pile of black silk. She barely registered that she was now completely naked between the still-clothed men, only feeling the fabric of Rogers's shirt brushing over her skin when he pressed closer to kiss her again as the smallest reminder of what she must look like between them.
Emma grasped for something to hold onto and lifted the hem of his t-shirt, her fingers brushing over the taut muscles underneath. It seemed as if Killian's counterpart had kept in as good shape as her husband.
Suddenly, she realized that one of them, Killian, had slipped his hand between her legs and swiped a finger over her already soaked folds. "So bloody wet for us already." He curled his finger deeper inside her and she willingly opened up for him, her walls fluttering as she felt him prod inside, his touch sending her body into a new spiral of feeling. When he pulled his hand away she moaned at the loss. She opened her eyes and saw Killian lift his fingers to her mouth, "Taste."
It was a command she was more than willing to comply with. She wrapped her lips around the digits and suckled, her lips pulling at his skin as her own taste washed over her tongue. Bitter and sinful.
"Bloody fantastic," Rogers mumbled against her shoulder, his breath setting her skin alive with goosebumps.
"Feel how soaked she is," Killian suggested, keeping his finger inside her mouth to suckle on as his chin came to rest on her other shoulder.
Rogers's hand smoothed over her flat stomach and slipped through the curls covering her sex. His fingers felt much the same as Killian's, but he was still a bit more tentative with how he touched her like he wanted to make sure she was okay. A level of uncertainty that Killian had never shown even from the first time they had sex.
"Oh god, I need…" Emma moaned around Killian's finger when Rogers barely brushed over her clit, she bucked against his palm. Killian removed his fingers and a moment later a sharp slap to her bottom had her whimper with heat rushing through her body.
"You don't get to say when and where." Killian reminded her. "We make the calls here, remember, love?"
Emma only whimpered again and soaked up the feeling of being trapped between these two men. Rogers's fingers opened up her folds, finding her dripping into his hand. Finally, he brushed his thumb over her clit, pressing slightly over her sensitive nub. A flash of desire rushed through her, and her legs trembled.
"Let's get her in a more comfortable position," Rogers suggested and removed his fingers from her cunt.
He whispered, "Look at me, Emma." When her eyes finally found him he sucked off her juices from his fingers, making a sinful moan as he licked his fingers clean. Emma almost melted right then and there.
"Want more?" Killian asked with a chuckle and Emma saw Rogers nod as his eyes followed Emma. Killian had gently tugged her towards the small settee and he sat down, pulling Emma along with him, settling her in his lap. She could feel his arousal pressing against her through his pants, hot and ready, and all that she could do was think why were they still so overdressed? She looked up at Rogers who'd followed them. He wore a t-shirt with a rounded collar, so much delicious skin hiding under that shirt, that Emma almost wanted to beg him to take it off.
"You guys are wearing far too many clothes," she dared to say, making a small pout with her lips, and she reached for the hemline of Rogers's shirt to take it off.
Killian used his hook and hand to remove her hands, "Ah-ah, we're calling the shots here, love. Right now, we'll offer our guest here a little treat, aye?"
"Oh, and what would that be?" Emma asked even if she had a pretty good idea what Killian's response would be.
"Your soaking wet cunt. I can feel your arousal dripping onto my pants, love, let him have a taste of you first." Killian smoothed his hand and hook along her sides and then leaned further back, bringing her along while he lifted her legs apart, exposing her to Rogers's hungry eyes.
"Oh god, yes." Emma felt herself become even more aroused by the mere thought of being eaten out by a fully dressed man while her husband was holding her open for him.
Rogers looked at her with hungry blazing eyes as he dropped to his knees, his hand smoothing over her soft thigh. He looked up at her through his eyelashes, as if he silently asked for her consent before he dared do anything.
"Taste her," Killian chuckled, "she is like heavenly ambrosia, mate. I could feast on her cunt for days." Killian squeezed her thigh as he trailed his hook over her abdomen, using the tip to draw over her skin in a line that didn't dare to break the skin, but was soft enough to make her whimper instead.
Emma nodded and keened in response when Rogers's tongue finally lapped at her core. He was slow at first but she could feel the hum of appreciation echo through him as he continued to feast on her. She weaved her fingers of one hand through his hair holding him close, while her other hand moved behind her and smoothed behind Killian's neck. Killian shifted her partly to the side so he could tilt her head towards him and kiss her.
The double onslaught of stimulation had her core erupt into a molten boiling pot of lava. She searched for his tongue with hunger and she moaned into his mouth when Rogers began pushing her further apart, swiping his tongue deeper into her core as he brushed his lips gently against her.
Killian held onto her chin while he kissed her, his fingers smoothing over her neck and settling over her breast. When he began toying with her already hard nipples she whimpered into his mouth. She was sure that she might die right that second.
Her fingers curled into Killian's hair when Rogers began tugging at her clit, rolling it between his teeth, lapping his tongue over the sensitive nub. She gasped for breath and Killian pulled away from her mouth and whispered, "Are you close?"
God, that man knew her so well, "Yeah… fuck, yeah I'm close… I…" She let out a small yelp that ended in a low moan when Rogers plunged two fingers into her core, it tipped her right over the edge. Her whole body went rigid and she trembled in the embrace of her husband who whispered sweet words of endearment into her ear while she finally found her way back to reality.
Rogers had shifted so he now sat on the floor in front of the low settee, his one knee bent and his arm resting over the knee while he swiped over his lip with his thumb. "That was quite a meal." He mumbled when he realized that Emma was looking at him, his eyes twinkling.
"I told you so." Killian chuckled behind her, his arms wrapped loosely around her as he nuzzled into her neck. "How are you feeling, love?"
"That was, wow." Emma chuckled. She honestly couldn't put into words what had just happened between them. When she saw that Rogers shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat she realized that he was trying to adjust his erection that was most likely straining against his pants. She wiggled her behind and felt her husband's arousal press against her bottom.
Killian dug his fingers into her hip, "Stop that, love." He ordered, his voice tight with strain.
"Why." Emma whined and pouted, making Rogers chuckle, "I'm still the only one naked here." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" Killian growled against her neck.
"I'm always a good girl, Captain." She felt the small intake of breath Killian did whenever she used his title.
Killian gave her a small smack on her thigh, "Then get your cute butt to work, lass." Emma managed to get up on her own and saw Rogers rise from the floor as well. When she looked back at her husband he waved toward their guest. "Always help the guest first." Emma's eyes widened. She knew that he must be painfully aroused by now, but she still sauntered over to stand in front of Rogers. She knew that Killian's eyes would be glued to her every move, caressing her with his eyes as much as he would normally do with his hand and hook.
Giving Rogers a small timid smile, she moved forward to lift his t-shirt over his head, mumbling, "You should show this off some more." She smoothed her hands over the expanse of chest hair now on full display.
Rogers laughed, "I know Killian likes his shirts unbuttoned in an almost indecent way, but that's not me."
"I know." Her fingernail scraped over his nipple making him hiss in both pleasure and pain. "I'm one lucky woman tonight."
"Who talks too much," Killian countered from his seat, eyebrow quirked in a haughty stare, "carry on love. We don't want to leave our guest waiting." She could see the hunger in his eyes and realized that he hadn't been lying about his fantasy of her being with his counterpart. The mere thought alone had her core clench as a new wave of desire washed over her.
She reached down and unbuttoned the jeans Rogers wore, and, lo and behold, he was going commando. Emma smirked up at him as the jeans were removed and Rogers was left standing before her in all his glory. Emma let her eyes travel over his form and, sure, they had the same body, long lean muscles, but Rogers had fewer scars on his body. When she looked down she shook her head with a small smile and noted, "Gods, you look so much alike." She licked her lips and glanced to the side to figure out what Killian wanted her to do now.
"Move to the bed." Killian rose from his seat and placed his hand low on her back, letting his fingers splay over her behind. "Rogers if you'll lay down I'm sure my wife will show you how good she is at sucking cock." He nuzzled closer to her and whispered, "You like that don't you, Swan?"
Emma whimpered and found it hard to focus on getting her legs to even move, but Killian gently guided her to the bed and when she climbed up she felt him give her a small smack on her ass. When she glared at him with a small smile playing over her lips, he grinned in response and wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
Emma sat back and looked at the now very naked version of her husband, Rogers, laying on their bed, his prosthetic arm tucked underneath his head as he looked at her. His erection straining over his abdomen, she noticed that pre-cum had already gathered at the tip. She licked her lips in anticipation.
"Get moving, love." Killian urged her on.
"Are you not joining us?" She motioned at his still fully dressed form, "At least lose the clothes, Captain."
"Such a demanding and greedy little thing, aren't you?" Killian scolded and shook his head, but he did begin to remove his shirt and pants before he climbed onto the bed behind Emma. "Now suck, darling, you want his cock in your mouth don't you?"
Emma crawled closer on her hands and knees and when she was in position she finally wrapped her hand around Rogers's formidable cock. It was a copy of her husband's, in some ways, but knowing that she would have two of these to play with this evening was enough to have her core become increasingly wet. Making a few smooth motions of her hand, up and down his hard cock she saw more pre cum leak out and she made sure to capture his eyes before she leaned down and licked the first drop onto her tongue.
The taste was bold and tangy. Salty in all the right ways and Emma let out a small moan as she rolled it around in her mouth.
Rogers groaned and tightened his fingers in the sheet, "Bloody hell."
"I'm just getting started." Emma sassed and smirked as she wrapped her lips around the belled head. She let her tongue swirl over the tip, tasting the pre cum on her tongue, and gods she wanted more. She barely registered that Killian had moved closer to her, his fingers now smoothing up and down her back, slipping over her arse, barely touching her center. He was such a tease and he knew it.
"Now suck him" Killian ordered, and smacked her ass again, before finally letting his fingers slip into her soaked folds.
Emma moaned against Rogers's cock and raised herself higher so as to swallow even more of him. This had Rogers curse out a long line of swear words that was very befitting of his past life as a pirate.
Killian kissed his way down her spine, laving her skin with his tongue, and, when he reached her soft ass, he gently bit down, tugging at the skin with his teeth in a way that was none-too-gentle. She knew it was going to leave a mark in the morning, but, at that moment, she couldn't care less. Knowing how her husband liked it when she sucked him off she tested with the same line of techniques, rolling her tongue, tugging gently at his bulbous head with her teeth as she suckled, and it seemed as if Rogers had most of the same preferences if his groans were anything to go by.
"Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?" Killian mused, still licking over her soft flesh. She moaned when he got closer to her center, "Impatient, love?" She could feel the smirk on his face as he nudged a little closer, "What do you want?"
"Fuck." Emma panted against the tip of the cock in front of her, "I… want you to fuck me with your mouth, please."
She felt him part her labia with his fingers as a small moan erupted from him, "Bloody gorgeous, so fucking wet for us." Finally, he lapped at her folds and Emma had to pause her ministrations on Rogers's cock, taking a few deep breaths. Killian had always been a master of giving oral, and never in her past had she had anyone go down on her like her pirate.
Killian smacked her ass lightly, "Don't forget our guest, darling, show him what a perfect mouth you have for sucking." He lifted away from her flesh and moved a little, asking with the darkest of voices, "She's very talented with that little dirty mouth of hers, am I right?"
"Aye, very talented indeed." Rogers breathed out and combed his hand through her hair, pulling on it slightly, "Keep sucking, darling." When he tugged a little harder on her hair, Emma moaned in response and Rogers smirked, "She likes it a little rough too, I see."
"Aye, she can be quite the little tease." Killian agreed and suddenly plunged his fingers into her cunt, making her gasp in surprise. She began panting around Rogers's cock as he now pushed it further into her mouth. With Rogers pulling at her hair, urging her to swallow more of him, and Killian fucking her with his fingers, Emma had a feeling of floating in the air. Killian had always been adventurous in the bedroom and she now kind of hoped that this wouldn't be a one-time thing.
Killian kept alternating between using his fingers and tongue on her sensitive flesh in such a way that Emma could feel how utterly drenched she was. When he gathered some of her fluids with his fingers and moved to gently nudge at her puckered hole, she moaned around the cock in her mouth. They'd played a little with toys back there, but she'd never been filled with Killian's cock. It was still something she'd been wanting to try and now she had two cocks at her disposal. The possibilities were endless. Flashes of being filled completely by two cocks swam before her eyes and she moaned even louder, sucking on Rogers's cock even more as she imagined how utterly full she would be.
"Whatever you're doing mate, she seems to like it." Rogers managed to croak out and when she looked up at him through her lashes, she could see how wrecked the man was. His fingers were still tangled in her hair, gently guiding her up and down his cock and Emma was more than happy to move with him, adjusting her pace how he desired.
"You like this darling?" Killian pressed his thumb to the hole, and she tried to relax through the sensation when his finger slipped past the tight muscle, the stretch an unwelcome intrusion that she had to breathe through. When he began moving the digit back and forth she had to pull away from Rogers's cock entirely, the low moan washing over her lips as her body fought and melted against his touch all at once.
"Fuck, yeah, you know I like it when you play with me back there." Emma managed to get out. Her whole body was strung like a livewire, ready to break at the tiniest pressure and she knew Killian could feel it. He always could.
"Tell us what you want?" Killian urged, keeping his finger still inside of her.
"Oh, gods." Emma let her head slump against Rogers's hip bone. She couldn't even think straight when her husband kept teasing her like this, much less make a cohesive sentence as to what exactly she wanted from the two men who were using her in the best of ways. "I want you both… at… at the same… ah, fuck," Killian pressed his thumb further into her while he managed to reach her center with his other fingers, plunging them into her soaked cunt with such precision that she swore he knew exactly what spots to hit no matter what.
"You want us both to fuck you?" He gently rocked his hand back and forth between her two holes, the sensation alone had her almost reaching an orgasm.
"Yes, please, I'm so close, I need more." Emma sobbed, and when Killian suddenly pulled his hand away from her body she whimpered at the loss of stimulation, "Please."
"Are you ready to take us both?" Killian asked in a more serious voice. She knew she'd been a little reluctant to let him have his way with her ass, but, with him and Rogers there, the thought of being filled with two cocks had her cunt pulse with renewed desire.
Emma managed to lift her head and look back at her husband. She found him looking at her with his blue eyes filled with desire, yet, also, a hesitant light filled their depths. "I want this."
She bit her lip and looked at Rogers. His pupils were blown wide and his mouth was slightly parted as if he was trying to keep himself together. "If you're game, that is?" She could still feel her body hum with desire for these two men. She had no idea what would happen after tonight, so she wanted to make the most out of it while she could.
"Bloody hell." Rogers untangled his fingers from her hair and swiped over his mouth, "Aye, it will be an honor."
Emma chuckled, "An honor you say."
"Aye, being given the privilege to fuck the delectable ass of yours." Rogers looked at Killian, "I sense this is a new endeavor for the both of you?"
"Well, we've used her toys with some mindfuckingly spectacular results," Killian said while he rubbed over her ass, caressing her globes with a fondness in his voice that seemed slightly misplaced in their current situation.
"Have you now?" Rogers said with a smile, "So, not entirely new for the lass to be filled in such a way, then?"
"Well, my vibrator is far smaller than your cock." Emma mumbled and wrapped her hand around Rogers's cock, moving up and down before she swiped at the underside of the belled head. Rogers moaned and swore under his breath, and, when she lifted away from him again, she asked, "Will you fuck me in the arse?"
"You don't want your husband to have the first go at that?"
Emma glanced over her shoulder at Killian. When he smiled in understanding, she shook her head, "No, we're aiming to conceive another child, so perhaps you should fill my ass and he will fill my pussy."
"Ah, I understand. I don't want it to be more complicated than necessary." Rogers smoothed his hand over her cheek, "I'd be honored."
Killian tapped her hip, "Move over, love, on your hands and knees, ass up." Emma knew that he would find the lube they had on the bedside table, so she scooted over and placed herself at the center of the bed. Rogers rose to sit on his knees beside her, smoothing his hands over her back in soothing motions, his fingers kept searching closer and closer to her ass.
"Let's prepare her, shall we?" Killian had obviously found the lube and she heard the lid click open before feeling the warm lube run down her crack. Fingers began massaging the lube into her flesh, and she lost all sense of whose hand was located where, as so she had no idea who prodded into her puckered hole first. With the lube, it went in easily, and the digit wiggled at her entrance, loosening the muscles with each thrust. One finger became two while the other hand smoothed over the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing the flesh. She was sure to have a few bruises on her ass tomorrow, but she didn't care.
"Relax love," Killian leaned closer to her ear, "let him get you ready." Oh, so it was Rogers's fingers currently buried into her ass. She gasped when he managed to slip in a third finger, her body fighting against the feeling as Emma concentrated on loosening up.
"Bloody hell, she feels tight." Rogers proclaimed and rested his prosthetic hand on her lower back, holding her in place as he worked her puckered hole.
"Let me feel." Killian smoothed his hand closer to her hole and she felt him slip in a finger next to Rogers's fingers.
"Oh, fuck, god, please, I can't, it's too much." Emma whimpered, and she might have forgotten how to breathe, but when Killian slipped his finger out and slapped her ass she took in a deep breath, "I want it, gods, I want you both, please."
Killian shifted on the bed, reached over, and wiped his fingers off with a tissue. He then positioned himself next to Emma and reached for her, "Come here, love." Rogers had removed his fingers from her ass, and she saw him reach for the lube, getting himself ready to take her ass.
Emma moved over her husband and she surged forward and kissed him passionately, her tongue meeting his in a heated duel. "I love you," she breathed between kisses, "I love you so fucking much. Thank you."
"It's my pleasure." Killian said and smoothed her hair away from her face, "Are you ready, Swan?"
Emma nodded and canted her hips closer to his. She reached down and grabbed his cock at the base, lifting him to her center. Then she pressed down and felt his cock spread her pussy wide open, her arousal running down his shaft as she pressed closer to him. Fully sheathed, she looked over her shoulder, "I'm ready, Rogers. I want to feel full."
"Bloody hell." Rogers had his hand wrapped around his cock, glistening with lube and he looked ready to burst any moment. Emma knew she would be so close to the edge too, but she wanted this so much.
Rogers lined up behind her, "Give us a hand back here." He pressed the tip against her ass hole. Emma understood what he wanted and reached to help him by grabbing her ass cheek and pulling herself open for him. The preparation and lube had done the job as he easily pressed the tip of his cock inside. He paused, "You alright there, love?"
Emma nodded gasping for breath as sensation rushed through her body, she'd been filled with a buttplug and even her smaller vibrator while Killian had fucked her pussy. But this was something different. A cock was about to be pushed into her, equally as big as her husband's own. "Just go slowly." She begged, holding her breath as Rogers pushed further into her tight hole. "Gward, I feel so full…" Emma moaned.
"That's the general idea of this, love." Killian wrapped his hooked arm over her shoulder, pressing her closer to his body, and this also tilted her hips a little so Rogers would find it easier to enter her. "We've got you, love, just remember to breathe, alright?"
Emma nodded and nuzzled closer to his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. It all helped her calm down and settle her nerves. Her whole body was buzzing with licks of fire running over her skin at all the sensations. Everywhere she felt her skin touched theirs, there was a sense of burning. She was starting to feel slightly dizzy with how heady it all was.
"Bloody hell, she's tight." Rogers had almost bottomed out and he grabbed onto the ass cheek she wasn't holding on to, spreading her even more. "She looks utterly ravishing like this. spread open with two cocks inside of her."
Killian groaned into her ear, "Fuck, I want to see what he sees." His hips began thrusting into her core, pushing her closer to Rogers. This caused both Rogers and Emma to groan as he bottomed out. She was filled with two magnificent cocks, and she slowly experimented with moving her hips back and forth between them.
"Take it easy, love, you set the speed, tell us if you want us to go faster." Killian soothed and slipped his hand between them and pinched her nipple.
"Fuck." Emma could feel every slide of their hard cocks inside of her, every nerve ending buzzing with desire for these two men. What she wouldn't give to experience this again. And again.
They moved faster and faster, and, true to Killian's words, they let her set the pace. As she sped up the snaps of her hips against them, they both started to use their dirty mouths to utter every sweet and sexy observation they had about her. Their hands were all over her, pinching her skin, and her nipples, and when Rogers began giving her several small smacks on her ass she groaned as she intensified the speed.
"Such a dirty little girl, who likes to be filled with cock." Rogers groaned.
"Aye, and she can be quite naughty too, so she'll need to be disciplined too." Killian smacked her ass cheek, the sting sending a flash of desire through her.
"You have an amazing wife, Killian. I can see you have your hands full with this one." Rogers's hand grasped her hip and he leaned closer to her back, shifting the angle with which he entered her. Emma nearly blacked out as her orgasm kept building up, their dirty words only fueling the fire roaring inside of her.
"I'm so close, please…"
"Take your pleasure, darling," Rogers said and guided her hand between her and Killian. She barely touched her clit when her whole world erupted in a blinding light of stars and swirling colored light. Every fiber of her being pulsed with desire and she vaguely felt both men fill her up with their cum. Their bodies shook in the aftermath of their orgasms. It was a cold feeling when Rogers slipped out of her and slumped down next to them on the bed.
"Bloody hell, that was brilliant."
Emma looked over at their guest. Rogers looked wrecked and his eyes were glazed over with desire. When he noticed her looking at him, still slumped over the form of her husband, Rogers smiled, "That was bloody brilliant. Thank you."
"I'm the one who should thank you." Emma mused and reached over and cupped his cheek, "I can't believe I had the chance to experience this. Thank you."
Rogers nodded back in understanding, still trying to gather his bearings. He smoothed his hand through his hair taking a few deep breaths.
"How are you feeling, love?" Killian asked and kissed her hair, her head resting on his chest as exhaustion began to settle over her.
"Thoroughly fucked." Emma grinned and lifted her head, resting her chin on her hand. "Thank you for agreeing to do this. I don't know how I deserve to have such a loving and understanding husband."
"You deserve anything your heart desires," Killian cupped her cheek, "and this was just one thing. And before you say anything else let me just say that I don't regret doing this with you." He turned his head towards Rogers, "Thanks mate, you helped me fulfill a fantasy my wife wanted to try out."
"My pleasure." Rogers mumbled, and absentmindedly added, "anytime, mate."
Emma could see the surprise in Killian's face and when he turned to look at her she smiled sheepishly and asked, "Perhaps not a one-time thing?"
She looked down at his chest, letting her fingers curl through his chest hair, biting her lips as she waited for his reply.
Rogers seemed to have caught on to what he'd said, "Look I didn't mean it like that. I'm honored to have been part of this today. I don't expect you guys to include me again."
"I think my wife has another thought about that." Killian chuckled, "Am I right, love?"
Emma dared to look up and shifted her gaze between the two men, "Maybe some other time yeah, if you don't have any objections to that?" She looked at Rogers, whose eyes looked so full of adoration, and understanding, that she had to gulp down when she felt flashes of desire pool in her belly. How was it even possible to feel such strong feelings for a man that was not her husband?
Killian smoothed his hand over her back, "Emma?" When she looked at him she knew he'd seen the emotions flash over her eyes, "What is that pretty head of yours thinking?"
Finally, she dared to share her thoughts, "Is it strange that I feel some sort of connection to Rogers?" She shrugged, "I mean he's not you, he's not the man I fell in love with, and traveled the realms with, conquered all sorts of villains with, but…" She glanced over at Rogers who looked slightly puzzled as if he had no clue what she was talking about.
"Emma?" Killian urged her.
"I love you, Killian." Emma looked at her husband hoping he would understand, "Tonight showed me that there's someone out in the world that is your perfect counterpart, someone I want to get to know too." She looked down, holding her breath and hoping Killian would understand.
"So, you do desire, Rogers?" Killian asked in a voice that was surprisingly filled with wonder. When she looked up, she saw him donning a knowing smirk. "You want to fuck him again, don't you love?"
Emma nodded mutely, not sure she had any more words to explain what she felt. She glanced at Rogers who looked utterly perplexed. She gave him a small smile, then managed to say, "I want to fuck him again. But also get to know him, spend time with him, with the both of you." She groaned and hid her face in her hands, dropping to Killian's chest, "God, this sounds so utterly ridiculous."
"A bit unorthodox perhaps, but not ridiculous." Killian said and kissed her hair, she kept her face hidden but heard him turn his head, "What do you say, Rogers, do you want to get to know my wife?"
"Bloody hell, are you serious right now?" Rogers shifted in the bed beside them, and when Emma looked up he'd sat up with his legs crossed, looking at them with a stunned expression.
"I think my wife is very serious, are you not, love?"
Emma nodded again.
"See," Killian said with a smile, Emma was still processing the fact that her husband was taking this idea so lightly.
"Are you okay with this?" Emma asked and pressed her palm to his face, holding his blue eyes captive as she wondered at the jealousy he had shown in the past and how it seemed oddly absent.
"I will never doubt the true love we share. Our past has shown me that nothing will ever be able to bring us to defeat." He nodded towards Rogers, "Including him into the mix won't change how I feel about you. I'm just so bloody proud of you, for daring to take action on your deepest desires. It makes me love you even more."
"My love for you will never change." She declared then looked at Rogers, "I'm still trying to process what my feelings are towards you, but I know that what we did here will not and should not be a one-time thing. What I felt when you both were inside of me was beyond anything I've ever experienced in my life. I felt full…" She ignored Killian's laugh at her unintended pun, "and complete on a whole new level. I will be happy if you dare to take a leap of faith with me, with us."
Rogers was silent for quite a long time after her declaration and she felt worry gnawing at her insides. Perhaps she'd pushed too hard too soon. He might be thinking that she was completely bonkers and could she blame him?
"I'm willing to give it a try, and I will understand completely if you want me to back away." Rogers finally spoke, "I can't deny how drawn I've felt towards you, in the past and in the short time I've worked with you guys at the station. I've not allowed myself to indulge in the notion of you ever wanting to have me be part of my life. When Killian spoke to me last night I was blown away and, having experienced what we just did tonight, I'm sure that there will be many more mind-blowing experiences for us to discover together."
"Thank you." Emma looked at Killian who gave her a big smile, then she leaned over and kissed Rogers. He groaned into her mouth as she swiped her tongue into his. She vaguely noticed her husband groan out at their display, and when she turned to look at him he looked wrecked.
"What's wrong?"
"I know this is your desire and fantasy, but bloody hell seeing you kiss him like that, has me growing hard again. You'll utterly destroy us." He shifted his hips under her and she felt his semi-hard cock brush against her core. It was still a sticky mess down there, and she felt sore in all the right places.
"I'm far too tired and slightly sore from our little adventure tonight, but I promise you that next time you'll be taking my ass," Emma reassured her husband and leaned down to seal her promise with a kiss. Killian groaned into her mouth, "You'll be the death of us."
Emma laughed as she kissed her husband. Then she realized that Rogers had left the bed and, when she searched for him, he'd returned with a washcloth that he used to gently clean her up. Gods, these two gentlemen might end up being the death of her. Seeing how much love she could already see blooming inside Rogers's eyes she knew that whatever the future might bring with her and her two men it was going to be filled with passion, desire, fantasies to fulfill, and most of all love. Perhaps she even had double the trouble with two men who would love her to the end of the world.