Emersyn

"Great, let's go," Locke says, downing the last of his drink and placing the empty glass on the counter.

Cruz finishes his as well, and we all rise from our seats. As we make our way to the exit, I catch a final glimpse of Marx behind the bar. He meets my gaze, and I give him a small smile and wave. He nods back.

The ride back home is filled with an electric tension, a kind of anticipatory silence. Nobody speaks much, but the air is thick with unspoken promises.

We arrive, and Locke leads the way to his room. I've never been inside Locke or Cruz's personal spaces before, and as he opens the door, my curiosity piques.

Stepping inside, I'm struck by how the room feels like an extension of Locke himself. It's neat but not overly so, with a lived-in comfort that's instantly welcoming. The walls are a deep charcoal, adding to the room's cozy atmosphere.

A large, well-made bed takes center stage, flanked by two dark wood nightstands. On one, I notice a stack of books, each spine revealing titles that range from classic literature to modern thrillers. A sleek, black leather chair sits in the corner, next to a floor lamp that gives off a warm, muted light. It's a masculine space but not overly so, and I find it strangely intimate to see this personal slice of Locke's world.

Cruz closes the door behind us, and I turn to find him leaning against it, watching me with an unreadable expression.

The atmosphere in the room is palpable, full of a tension that's different from before—it's more intimate, filled with the promise of something more, something deeper.

Locke steps closer, until he's right in front of me. "Tonight has been incredible, Em," he says softly, his eyes searching mine.

"It has," I agree, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel Cruz's gaze on me from where he stands, and the awareness of him there, of what this all could mean, sends a shiver down my spine.

Locke's hand reaches up to gently stroke my cheek, and I lean into the touch. "I think we've reached a point where we need to decide what comes next," he says, his voice tinged with a seriousness that I've rarely heard from him.

I look over at Cruz, who pushes off from the door and joins us. "And to make sure that you are sure about this."

I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of their words, of the decision that lies before me. It's a crossroads, one that could alter the course of whatever it is that's developing between us.

Locke's hand moves from my cheek to intertwine his fingers with mine, and Cruz places his hand on the small of my back, anchoring me between them.

I stand there, caught in the gravity of their gazes, feeling both overwhelmed and incredibly seen. It's a lot to take in, a lot to decide. But as I look from Locke to Cruz, I realize that my mind was already made up when I walked into this room.

"I'm sure," I say, finally breaking the silence.

Both men exhale, almost as if they've been holding their breaths, and the tension in the room shifts, becoming something less like a question mark and more like an ellipsis.

Locke leans down and kisses me. He tastes of liquor and mint. The anticipation that's been building all night morphs into a surge of electricity that courses through my veins. My heart pounds against my chest, as if trying to match the rhythm of this new, exhilarating beat.

His kiss is gentle at first, as if testing the waters, but as I open my mouth to deepen the kiss, it grows more passionate. The taste of liquor and mint intermingles with a flavor that is uniquely Locke.

Cruz's hand moves from the small of my back to the nape of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair. I feel him step closer, his breath warm on my neck, and a shiver runs down my spine, making me press closer into Locke.

As we part for air, Locke looks down at me, his eyes darkened with a mix of desire and something more tender. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he whispers.

"You're not the only one," I admit, feeling bolder than ever. Locke's grin widens at my words, a spark lighting up his eyes.

Locke releases my hand but keeps his eyes locked onto mine, as if asking for permission. I nod, just once, and that seems to be all the confirmation he needs.

Cruz takes a step back, giving Locke space as he guides me toward the bed. With a slight push, I'm sitting on the edge, Locke standing between my legs. His hands rest on my knees as he leans down for another kiss, this one softer but no less intoxicating.

I feel Cruz move behind me, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders. He begins to massage them gently, his touch firm yet soothing. The sensation of Locke's lips on mine combined with Cruz's hands on my shoulders is overwhelming in the best possible way. It's as if I'm the focal point of all their attention, and the thought sends a thrill of excitement through me.

Locke's lips trail from my mouth down to my neck, placing soft kisses along the way. He pauses at the hollow of my throat, as if savoring the moment, before looking up to catch Cruz's eye. They share a look that I can't quite decipher, but it's filled with an unspoken understanding.

Cruz's hands move from my shoulders down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He intertwines his fingers with mine, lifting my arms and placing my hands on Locke's shoulders.

I get the message loud and clear. They're handing me the reins, letting me set the pace. It's empowering but also a little daunting. The ball is in my court, and it's up to me to make the next move.

With my hands on Locke's shoulders, I pull him closer, sealing my lips over his once more. The kiss is full of intent, a promise of the things yet to come. Locke's hands move to my waist, pulling me closer, and I feel Cruz press up against my back. Cruz's lips touch the sensitive spot on my neck, and I shiver. I'm enveloped by them, cocooned in a warmth that's as emotional as it is physical.

As the kiss with Locke deepens, I realize that I'm on the edge—not just of the bed, but of something new and exhilarating. It's a step into the unknown, but for the first time in a long while, I'm not afraid. The apprehensions and what-ifs that usually plague my mind are drowned out by the beating of three hearts, each in tune with the others.

And as we finally pull apart, as I look into Locke's eyes and feel Cruz's breath on my neck, I know one thing for certain: this is an exploration, an adventure, that I want to undertake.

"Are you still okay? We can stop at any point if you change your mind." Locke says, his voice tinged with a husky note that sends another shiver through me.

I look from him to Cruz, and then back again, my decision clear. "I want to keep going."

Locke's lips curl into a smile that's both satisfied and filled with promise. He leans in to kiss me again, but this time his lips veer off course, trailing down the column of my neck and coming to rest on my collarbone. The sensation is both ticklish and electrifying, and I can't help but tilt my head back, giving him better access.

Cruz, not to be outdone, moves back to my other side. His lips find the curve of my neck, and he places a tender kiss there before his mouth travels upwards, leaving a warm path in its wake. When he reaches my earlobe, he takes it gently between his teeth, adding just a hint of pressure, and a bolt of pleasure zings through me. I didn't even know that was a sensitive spot for me.

Their synchronized attentions are like an intricate dance, perfectly timed and stunningly intimate. My hands, which were resting on Locke's shoulders, slide up to cup the back of his head. I do the same with Cruz, pulling him closer, wanting to keep both men near, to soak up their warmth and affection.

Locke's hands, which were resting at my waist, now slide behind me to find the zipper of my dress. He pauses, his eyes meeting mine, silently asking for permission. My heart pounds as I nod, overwhelmed by the trust and vulnerability in this simple gesture.

As Locke carefully lowers the zipper, Cruz's hands slide to the front to cup my face. He leans in to kiss me, a soft, lingering kiss that's a sharp contrast to Locke's more demanding ones. It's like they're two sides of the same coin, each one complementing the other, making the experience richer and more multifaceted.

Locke helps me to my feet for a moment to let the dress fall away. It pools around my feet, and I step out of it. Cruz's eyes meet mine, filled with a mixture of awe and desire that makes me feel cherished and sexy at the same time. Locke's eyes, when I turn to meet them, are darker, more intense, as if holding back a reservoir of pent-up emotion.

Cruz takes the initiative this time, guiding me back to sit on the bed. He then moves to stand beside Locke. They share another one of those inscrutable looks before turning their gazes back to me.

Locke is the first to break the silence. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Emersyn. Inside and out."

Cruz nods, adding his own sentiment. "You light up a room, and not just with your beauty. You have a warmth, a kindness that draws people to you."

I feel a lump form in my throat at their words. It's a lot to take in, this unabashed admiration, and it fills me with a warmth that rivals the alcohol still coursing through my veins.

"Come here," Locke says softly, holding out his hand.

I stand and step toward them, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nerves. As I reach them, Cruz sits down in the leather chair. Locke falls to his knees in front of him and looks up at me, a question in his eyes. I join Locke on the floor, both of us on our knees in front of Cruz.

I watch as Locke reaches up, undoing Cruz's jeans. Cruz lifts up, letting Locke slide the pants, and his boxers, down his legs. Cruz's erection stands tall and hard.

Locke takes it in his hands, caressing it lightly and looking up to meet Cruz's eyes.

Cruz gives a shuddering breath, his eyes hooded with pleasure. He then turns his attention to me, lightly stroking my face with one hand as his other rests on the arm of the chair.

I take my cue from them, reaching up to take Cruz's erection in my own hands. I slide my hands up and down, marveling at how amazing he feels. Cruz grunts in pleasure as I work my hands, his body tense with anticipation.

I feel Locke's hand on my thigh and turn to meet his eyes. He gives me a slight nod before his mouth takes mine in a passionate kiss. The dual sensations of Cruz's erection in my hand and Locke's lips on mine are almost too much to bear. I'm torn between the two men, wanting to savor every moment of this experience.

Finally, he breaks away, his eyes filled with so much heat. My hand continues it movements as Locke leans over, his tongue darting over the tip of Cruz's cock.

Cruz moans, arching his back as Locke takes him deeper. His fingers grip the arm of the chair, his knuckles white with the effort to stay still.

The sight of them together, Locke on his knees and Cruz seated before him, only adds to the already intense moment.

My movements quicken, keeping pace with Locke's. He brings Cruz to the edge before backing away, letting the sensations build.

Locke pulls back, meeting my eyes, and I know what he's wanting. I bend forward, my mouth finding Cruz's hardness.

The taste of him fills my mouth, and I moan in pleasure. His hips buck slightly, a sign of his mounting pleasure. I take every inch of him, building a steady rhythm until he tenses up, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hand tangles in my hair, urging me on. With one last thrust, he spills over my tongue, and I swallow, savoring the taste of him.

Slowly, I pull back. My eyes find Cruz's and there's a heat behind them that I've never seen before. He looks like he could devour me.

Cruz stands, holding out a hand. I take it, letting him help me up. He guides me to the bed, where Locke is already seated. I hadn't even seen him get up. Cruz pushes me back until I'm lying down, falling to his knees in front of me. Locke takes my hand, closing my fingers around his erection. My hand instinctively starts moving, gliding up and down his length. I scream out when Cruz's tongue suddenly makes contact with my clit.

His mouth is hot and wet, and his tongue doesn't miss a single spot. He devours me.

I'm in total sensory overload, bombarded with sensations from both men. Cruz picks up the pace, thrusting his tongue in and out of me in a dizzying rhythm, while Locke thrusts his hips against my hand. I'm on the edge, wrapped in pleasure, and they both can sense it.

My pleasure and intensity heightens, the sensations crashing like waves, each one more intense than the last. Finally, I shatter into a million pieces. Locke's orgasm follows mine, his hot come coating my hand and some of it landing on my chest.

Cruz watches as we both come undone. Then he moves, covering my body with his, every inch of his bare skin against mine. His eyes lock with mine as he licks up my chest, cleaning the mess Locke left behind. I feel like I could orgasm again just from watching him.

My body is trembling, but I know we aren't done yet. Cruz continues to move his body up until I feel his hardness pressing against my slick entrance.

He enters me in one smooth thrust, his breath ragged as he slides deep inside me. My head whips back, my body adjusting to his size. Locke moves to kneel over me while Cruz continues to thrust into me, filling me completely.

Locke's hand cups my face, his finger rubbing over my lips before he brings his cock to them. I open my lips, letting Locke into my mouth. My hands come up to grip his thighs, and he gasps as his hips thrust forward.

Cruz sets a steadier pace, moving in and out of me and increasing in speed with each thrust. His hand glides up my chest, his fingers wrapping around my throat. I moan as he tightens his grip. I feel myself getting closer and closer, my body arching as the pleasure builds.

Cruz and Locke thrust in unison, their bodies and mine a connected network of pleasure. I never want this feeling to end as the sensations overwhelm me.

The pleasure builds until it's too much and I scream out my release. They follow me over, their bodies trembling with the force of their own pleasure.

Locke's release is salty on my tongue and I swallow every last drop. Cruz's come fills me until I feel it leaking out, mingling with my own juices.

Cruz and Locke move from me, and I'm instantly cold without their warmth surrounding me.

Cruz tugs the blanket over us before pulling me close, Locke doing the same from the other side. We lay there, held in each other's embrace, until sleep comes and pulls us under.