Title: All Delighted People
Prompt Number: 2
Characters/Pairings: Andrew Garfield/Emma Stone/Jesse Eisenberg
Rating/Warnings: R/NC-17, some language, smut, threesomes
Word Count: 4600
Disclaimer: This fanwork portrays fictional representations of real actors involved in The Social Network. These are not true accounts or meant to imply anything about these real people.
Summary (or prompt scenario): In an alternate universe where polyamorous relationships are the social and cultural norm, Andrew and Emma, who have been together for a substantial amount of time, meet Jesse Eisenberg and are completely and smitten and enthralled by how adorable and enthralling he proves to be. The couple unanimously decide to simultaneously woo Jesse in the hopes of having the shy, blue-eyed boy join their relationship.
Notes: This probably isn't what you were looking for, I'm sorry! Also, many, many blessings upon my beautiful beta, K. Without her holding my hand and petting my hair, this fic probably wouldn't have gotten written. Thanks babe!
“Hurry up, Andrew, we’re going to be late! And you know how tetchy Kristen gets when we don’t show up to her parties exactly on time. God forbid.” Andrew tuned out his girlfriend’s grumbling with a practiced ear. If Emma meant half the things she said about Kristen, Andrew would eat his hat. And he’d rather not, it was quite lovely.
“Seriously? You’re wearing that stupid hat? Ugh, the perils of dating a hipster, I swear,” Emma laughed.
“What?! You mean you don’t absolutely love it?” Andrew exclaimed in faux outrage. “I’ll have you know this hat is both handsome and practical. Much like myself, actually. I mean it!” he insists over Emma’s snort. “Look, the flaps protect my ears from the cold.”
“It’s April, Sean Connery, not The Hunt For Red October. And seriously, we gotta run. Kristen will have our head.”
Kristen Stewart was the girlfriend of Andrew’s closest (and most bewildering) friend, Robert Pattinson. The third member of their poly was a laidback guy named Taylor Lautner, who, though Andrew would never admit it, was the reason Andrew starting hitting the gym religiously again. Jesus Christ, abs like that just weren’t fair.
(Another thing Andrew would never admit was the tiny, bitter jealousy that Rob had found his third before Andrew had. He loved Emma, of course he did. Gorgeous, wildly funny, and she made the best banana bread on the planet- what more could he want? Still, he knew their third was out there somewhere, waiting for them.)
The party was as Kristen’s parties usually were, which was to say loud and crowded. Emma quickly lost Andrew to his weird friend Rob and a conversation about… well actually Emma had no idea what. She was pretty sure Rob was high more than eighty percent of the time, which made for some hilarious entertainment, but also made him exhausting to talk to for more than five minutes.
The living room was getting pretty hot from all the people crammed in it, so Emma went off in search of some rum and cokes. Unfortunately, the first one she found was promptly spilled all over her dress.
“Oh shit, I am so, so sorry! Oh my god, fuck, here, let me-“ the guy babbled, grabbing a handful of napkins and frantically wiping off her dress, before apparently realizing what he was doing. He turned a deep red, and awkwardly handed her the sodden napkins, spewing apologies all the while. Emma was charmed.
“Hey, relax, it’s only a dress. I’m not the queen, I’m not going to shout for your head.” Emma waved him off.
“So we’re still on for croquet? I brought my, um, my best flamingos just for the occasion.” Cute Awkward Boy quipped, and immediately went red again. “Sorry. That- that was lame. I’ll just-“
“No! I mean, what’s your name? No wait, let me guess, I’m excellent at guessing names! Is it,” Emma paused, looking over Cute Awkward Boy critically. He shuffled around uncomfortably. “Troyton Wozikowski!”
Cute Awkward Boy sighed through his teeth, “So close. It’s um, Jesse. Eisenberg. My name is Jesse Eisenberg.” Emma hoped her manic delight wasn’t showing.
“An Eisenberg! I never thought I’d see the day where I’d meet an Eisenberg!” she exclaimed, taking an exaggeratedly swoony pose. The newly christened Jesse Eisenberg nodded, smiling slightly. “He has dimples!” Emma thought, pleased.
“Yes. And I’m so, so sorry about your dress. It was- is! very uh, pretty.” Jesse said, suddenly remembering why they were talking in the first place. Emma grinned at him. “Well, Mr. Eisenberg, how about you get me another, and tell me all about yourself, and we’ll call it even!”
“I think you’re getting the raw end of the deal here-“ Jesse started, before Emma hushed him.
“Well I think it’s a great deal, and you’re never supposed to argue with a lady, “ Emma declared grandly.
“Is that so? I thought we were just supposed to spill drinks on them, but clearly I’ve been going about this the wrong way, so I bow to your superior intellect, Miss-“
“Emma,” she introduced herself with a toss of her hair. “Emma Stone. And hurry up, I want that drink.”
After an enthusiastic chat on the merits of going ice diving with Rob next winter, Andrew decided it was time to find his wayward girlfriend and see if she would be interested in getting astonishingly drunk with him. Emma was hilarious when she was astonishingly drunk.
After scanning the packed apartment for his lady, he finally spotted her huddled in the kitchen, deeply engrossed in a conversation with a terribly cute, curly-haired boy. Well.
Andrew made his way over to the two of them, absently admiring the way they looked together. He shook off the thought and wrapped a familiar arm around Emma’s slim waist.
“Hey, babe,” she greeted, leaning over to peck him on the corner of his mouth. He smiled at her.
“This is my boyfriend, Andrew,” she told the stranger. “Boyfriend Andrew, this is Jesse.”
The boy – Jesse – widened his eyes and went pale. “Oh! Oh, I um- I- oh. It’s um, nice to meet you.” He stuck out a hand awkwardly and looked slightly terrified. Andrew was charmed despite himself. “I uh, Bolshevik or Menshevik?”
“What?” Andrew was mystified.
“Your hat,” Jesse said, gesturing vaguely at his own head. “Are you a Bolshevik or Menshevik? From the Russian revolutions?” He expanded at Andrew’s blank look. “Um, you know what, forget I said anything. It’s probably kinder.”
“No! I’m um, afraid I’m not very well versed in Russian revolutionaries. But it’s such a lovely hat, don’t you think?” Andrew asked, maybe flirting a little.
“It is,” Jesse said at the same moment Emma said an emphatic no. He blushed, and Andrew was delighted.
“Anyway, Jesse was just telling me about how Quebec should gain independence!” Emma said, half laughing.
“It does seem like it’s just saddled up there,” Jesse murmured, looking a little less on edge with no attack from Andrew imminent. Emma hummed in amused agreement.
Andrew glanced at Emma, and caught the look she was giving him. If Emma was having a good time with this Jesse, he was willing to give him a chance too. He seemed nice enough. What was the harm?
“So Jesse, what um, what- are you a friend of Taylor’s? I don’t think I’ve met you before.” Andrew asked.
“Oh- oh no! Kristen and I are cousins. I’m not sure if I’ve ever even spoken to Taylor. His arms are uh, intimidating,” Jesse responded, looking flustered and adorable. Actually, flustered and adorable seemed to be his default state. Andrew mentally commended Emma on her excellent taste in men.
“Ugh, tell me about it! It’s not fair, his body. He’s the worst kind of person, honestly,” Andrew leaned in conspiratorially. “He’s addicted to working out! Can you imagine! Well, the joke’s on him, because I am British and charming, so I automatically win.”
“You don’t say,” Jesse said, biting on his lower lip and smiling. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”
Andrew grinned back. “Oh yes, it’s on the back of all our birth certificates. Part of the terms and conditions of being British, you understand. It’s all very official.”
Emma scoffed. “You big fake. Don’t listen to a word he says,” she warned Jesse, then lowered her voice to a stage whisper. “He was born in Los Angeles!”
Jesse shook his head sadly. “Everything makes so much sense now. Los Angelans are a shifty people.”
“Hey now, hey now, I’ll have you know I got out of there as soon as I could,” Andrew protested, laughing.
Jesse smiled at him and asked, “How soon was as soon as you could?
Andrew sniffed haughtily, “I was two. I just kissed my parents goodbye, tossed my bag over my shoulder, and left. I was just so done with the superficiality of Los Angeles.” By the time Andrew was done speaking two honest-to-god dimples had come out of hiding, and Andrew knew he was gone. He and Emma were going to finally have their third.
Emma looked over at Andrew, and knew she had him. Jesse Eisenberg would be theirs. She tried to tamp down the rising excitement in her stomach. It wouldn’t do to give the game away so early, after all. Jesse seemed like the delicate sort.
“Hey, do you have the time?” Jesse asked suddenly.
“Yeah, it’s like almost two,” Emma said, glancing at her phone. Jesse’s eyes widened and he swore.
“Shit! I have to be in at work at seven! Ugh, shit, I’m sorry, but I have to go. It was, really, really nice to meet you. Both of you.” He looked appropriately apologetic. Emma didn’t try to hide her disappointment, and a look at Andrew proved he shared the sentiment.
“Well- wait! Give me your phone!” Emma ordered. Jesse handed it over obediently, but Emma caught his mystified look. “I’m giving you our numbers, silly!” she told him. He went a fetching shade of pink and mumbled something Emma didn’t catch. Emma handed his phone back. “We’ll be expecting that call!”
Some strange emotion that Emma couldn’t interpret fluttered over Jesse’s face, but it cleared the next moment. “Well, um, like I said, it really was nice, and uh, I’ll just-“ Jesse stuttered out, and started backing away, holding his phone up in salute, and tripping over a power cord. He turned tail and fled.
“It was great to meet you too, Jesse!” Emma called after him. Andrew waved beside her.
The moment Jesse was out of eyesight, Emma whirled around and puffed herself up, preparing to sell this thing- “I think Jesse should be our third,” Andrew said before Emma had the chance to speak.
Emma deflated. “Oh. Well, that makes everything easier.”
“I hope you managed to wrangle the basics out of him with your wily ways,” Andrew said, waggling his eyebrows. Emma scoffed. “Do you know me at all?” she demanded.
“Good,” Andrew nodded. “So how do you want to do this?”
They looked at each other and grinned.
Several days passed with no call from pretty Jesse from the party. “Well, I probably should have expected this. He seems like the skittish sort,” Emma sighed.
Andrew frowned. “Do you think we misjudged his interest?”
“Please. He was definitely interested. He just needs a little nudge in the right direction. Some encouragement, if you will.”
Suddenly, Emma’s phone wailed, making them both jerk in surprise. She fumbled for it. A hesitant, familiar voiced asked, “Hello? Is this Emma? It’s um, Jesse. From the other night? I don’t know if you remember- god you probably don’t-“
“Jesse!” Emma exclaimed. Andrew perked up and motioned frantically at her. She put the phone on speaker. “Of course I remember you! In fact, we were beginning to worry you weren’t ever going to call.”
“Oh, um, I’m sorry. I wasn’t- that is,” Jesse made an exasperated sound. Emma and Andrew grinned at each other. “I was wondering- do you like Broadway? Um, that is, would you be interested-“
“Yes!” Andrew half-shouted. “We’d love to!” Emma shushed him, swatting playfully.
“Oh, um. Okay.” Jesse sounded taken aback. “Hello, Andrew. Am I on speaker? No, sorry, that was stupid, obviously I am. Um, hi, Andrew.”
“You said that twice, honey, he’s only worth one greeting,” Emma told him firmly.
“Wicked woman!” Andrew exclaims, clutching at his chest. “Don’t you listen to a word she says, Jess, you can greet me as many times as you like. And hello, Jesse, I hope you’re having a lovely morning.”
“Anyway, which play is it?” Emma said, rolling her eyes at her idiotic boyfriend.
“Um, it’s a musical, technically. Um, Jersey Boys? Have you heard of it?”
“Ooh, the one with Justin Timberlake in it?” Emma said excitedly. “Christ, is there anything that man can’t do? Sorry, I have a tiny crush on him, it’s okay, you can judge.” Andrew mock scowled at her.
“That’s the one. Anyway, I thought we could go this Thursday? At eight. If that’s ah, if that’s okay with you, that is.”
“That sounds great!” Andrew said excitedly. “Oh, it’ll be amazing. We’ll go to dinner first of course, or maybe after if you’d like, and then maybe we could go for a walk, and you’ll have to tell me all about yourself, Jesse, I must know everything, and-“
“We’ll see you there, Jesse,” Emma injected before her golden retriever of a partner could frighten away the poor thing.
“Good, that’s great. Um, I can get discounted tickets. I know a friend,” Jesse said shyly.
“Sweet action!” Andrew whistled. “We can pay you back, though.”
“That’s, um, not necessary. I’ll see you Thursday then?”
“Sure thing, babe!” Emma assured him. “See you then!”
“Bye, Jess! Shall I wear my Bolshevik hat? I’ve decided I want to be a Bolshevik. I looked them up, you know. After the party. Viva la revolution!”
“The Bolshevik party is responsible for millions of deaths in Soviet Russia,” Jesse pointed out wryly.
Andrew went red and stammered out, “W-well then, I- I’m not a Bolshevik anymore! Mensheviks! That’s the life for me!”
“I don’t know, the Mensheviks were pretty elitist and ineffective,” Jesse teased. Emma grinned to herself. Watching Andrew flounder was always fun.
“Anyway, the point is,” Andrew said, flailing around only a little, he’d be sure to point out later, “Broadway! On Thursday! Sounds marvelous, Jesse, it really does! But I have to go bury myself alive now, and that takes up quite a bit of time, you know. So um, see you then?”
“Oh, please don’t, I was um, just being an asshole.” Jesse’s brief, lovely bout of confidence had evidently run dry. “But um, yes. I’ll see you then. Um, these goodbyes have taken pretty long as it is, so I’ll hang up now.”
Emma and Andrew both shouted goodbyes at him after exchanging addresses and agreeing on a meeting place, and then the call was over. Emma immediately turned to smirk at Andrew.
“Oh, no. No. Don’t even start. I made a right fool of myself, I know that, shush.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
It was Thursday night, and Andrew was a little nervous. He and Emma had been dating since college; neither of them had been on a first date in years. They had sort of been coaching each other on what to do for the past few days. Andrew had spent two hours agonizing over whether or not to wear a tie before realizing he was being an idiot and hated ties.
Now he’d moved on to fussing over his hopeless hair.
“Andrew, you ready?” Emma called. Andrew frowned at his reflection, and sighed. It had looked perfect five minutes ago. Now it was a disaster. Maybe he could wear that hat. It had seemed to charm Jesse last time.
“Andrew, baby, no, you can’t wear that hat to a Broadway production, okay? No. And you look fucking hot, okay? Relax.”
So no hat then.
Deep breaths, Andrew. One half of who you’re going out with tonight is a sure thing, after all.
“Yeah, okay, let’s go.”
They met Jesse at the theater. He was wearing dark jeans, a blue button up, and a sports jacket. He looked good. He looked really good.
“Hi,” Jesse greeted awkwardly, smoothing his hands down his jeans.
“Oh man, I’m so excited for this show, you don’t even know,” Emma gushed. Jesse perked up.
“Oh, you guys like musicals?” he asked hopefully.
“Are you joking?” Andrew demanded, playing aghast. “Do I like musicals, he asks. I love musicals!”
Jesse seemed greatly relieved by that. “Oh good. That’s a um, a must. I listen to musicals almost exclusively.”
Emma laughed her smoky laugh, the one that always sent shivers down Andrew’s spine. From the look on Jesse’s face, it had a similar effect on him.
“Oh! Um, here,” Andrew shoved at Jesse the flowers they’d picked up. They were sunflowers. Jesse seemed like he needed more sunshine in his life.
“Oh, they’re, they’re beautiful. Thank you so much, I couldn’t possibly-“
“We’re mooching off you for tickets, aren’t we?” Emma pointed out, daringly putting an arm around Jesse’s waist. Jesse stiffened momentarily, glancing over at Andrew, only to be met with Andrew’s encouraging grin. At least, he hoped it was encouraging. Jesse relaxed minutely, and after a moment, reciprocated the gesture.
“And speaking of tickets,” Emma said, looking infinitely comfortable. “Shouldn’t we be getting going?”
“Ah, yes. Let’s.” Jesse said, looking a bit like he was steeling himself. Before he was even aware of moving, Andrew found himself on Jesse’s other side, hand in hand. Jesse smiled at him shyly. Andrew beamed back.
The walk to the theater was the loveliest Andrew had ever had. The feeling of rightness was just undeniable. If Andrew had any doubts about Jesse as their third, they were long gone now. He half-listened to Emma and Jesse’s chatter about the musical, grinning to himself at how happy he felt.
All too soon, they were at the theater.
Jesse had managed to score prime seats, much to Andrew and Emma’s amazement. When Emma inquired how the hell he had managed this, Jesse blushed and mumbled something about the mythical friend who’d booked the tickets for him.
“I’m going to need to meet this friend, then, and shake him firmly by the hand,” Emma stated. Jesse hummed.
The show was incredible. Justin Timberlake really was worth all the hype, Andrew admitted to himself grumpily.
After it was over, Jesse turned to him and Emma and told them to follow him.
“Wait, where are we going?” Andrew asked excitedly.
“To meet my friend. Emma said she wanted to, and I’m pretty sure he’ll never let me hear the end of it if I didn’t say hi,” Jesse explained patiently. “I should warn you though, he’s a bit of a drama queen, and prone to exaggeration. Don’t believe a word he says.”
“Ooh, now I really want to meet this guy,” Emma whispered to Andrew. He agreed.
The security guard, surprisingly enough, greeted Jesse by name, clapping him on the shoulder and gesturing for the three of them to go on through. “Thanks Woody,” Jesse called.
Andrew and Emma exchanged curious looks. Jesse caught them and looked uncomfortable.
“Maybe this was the wrong place for a first date,” he hedged. “Ugh, I’m such an idiot, we should have just gone out for dinner or something-“
“Babycakes!” A shout came down the hall. Moments later, Jesse was engulfed in a hug by none other than Justin Timberlake himself. “You came!”
“Hey, Justin,” came Jesse’s muffled response, hugging back. He extracted himself. “These are my, um dates. Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield.” He gestured at them. They waved dumbly.
“A pleasure,” Justin bowed grandly. “Any friend of Jesse’s is a friend of mine.”
“Justin was the one who gave me the tickets,” Jesse explained unnecessarily.
“How the hell do you know Justin Timberlake?” Andrew asked, hoping none of the possessiveness he was feeling showed in his voice. From the tiny crease that formed in Jesse’s forehead (and the look Emma gave him), he was probably unsuccessful.
“Um,” Jesse began, shuffling his feet, “we met in college. I’m a writer, and-“
“We used to date,” Justin said conspiratorially. “Us and a gorgeous Ukrainian by the name of Mila Kunis.” Jesse immediately went scarlet.
“Barely,” he stressed. “We all nearly drove each other to homicide within the month.” Despite his obvious embarrassment, a hint of a fond smile lingered on his lips.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t still love me,” Justin said, apparently determined to make things awkward.
Jesse frowned. “Okay, that’s enough, you’ve overstayed your welcome, Timberlake. Shoo.”
“What?!” Justin protested. “Ugh, fine. Spoil all my fun. Okay, okay, love and kisses, Justin Timberlake.” And with that he was gone.
“Did he really just say goodbye in third person?” Emma asked, staring after him.
“He’s an egomaniac. And I’m so sorry. I didn’t think he’d bring up that. We barely dated for three weeks, and it was years ago. I promise, I didn’t bring you here to meet my ex. It’s only- Emma said-“
“Hey, it’s cool, baby. Right, Andrew?” Emma said, nudging Andrew painfully in the elbow.
“Yeah, yes of course! Sorry, of course it’s not your fault, Jess. I just- Justin- Mr. Timberlake- he’s-“
“He’s a lot to get used to,” Jesse agreed wryly. He sighed. “It had seemed like such a good idea at the time.”
There was a short pause, and then Emma said too brightly, “Now how about that dinner? I’m starving.”
“Yes!” Andrew jumped at the idea. “Dinner sounds lovely!”
“I know a place that has really great Thai about three blocks from here,” Jesse suggested.
“As long as none of your exes work there,” Andrew tried to jest, but from the stricken look on Jesse’s face, it fell flat. He hastened to correct himself, feeling the red hot glare from Emma burning into the back of his head. “Sorry, oh god that was way out of line, I’m so, so sorry! Emma’s told me a thousand times I have no verbal filter, you should probably just ignore everything I say. It’s what Emma does.”
“What’s that?” Emma said, obviously playing for a laugh from Jesse. He smiled hesitantly at them.
“Okay, um. It’s okay. I say stupid shit all the time, so um, I’ll ignore yours if you ignore mine?”
“Right, excellent,” Andrew said, relieved. “I mean,” he cleared his throat, desperate to change the subject. “You said you knew a great little Thai place?”
Jesse nodded quickly, obviously equally willing to forget Andrew’s chronic case of foot-in-mouth. “Right. Um, shall we?”
Emma moved to wrap her arms around Jesse again, fitting against him comfortably. She took one of Andrew’s hands in hers and squeezed. “Lead on.”
Dinner went much better than the musical, though Emma honestly thought it hadn’t been as bad as Andrew and Jesse obviously had. Sure, it was a little awkward to meet Jesse’s ex (or one of them, at least) on the first date, but she really liked Jesse, so she was willing to overlook that. And she got to meet Justin Timberlake, so Jesse was doubly forgiven.
Their next few dates all went better than the first, and mostly involved Andrew and Emma gently coaxing Jesse into their relationship and showering him with physical affection. He was eminently squeezable, it seemed.
They’d all decided to stay in at Andrew and Emma’s apartment for dinner tonight. And between the two of them, Andrew and Emma had plans for Jesse.
A knock came from the door.
“Hey, babe,” she greeted easily. Jesse smiled at her, pecking her chastely on the lips, one hand warm on her waist. Emma took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, making it long and wet and full of tongue. Jesse made a pleased humming noise. He really liked using his mouth, Emma had discovered. Absently, she wondered how else they could put that to use.
“This is nice,” Andrew said, joining them. Emma and Jesse broke apart, and Andrew got his own greeting from Jesse.
Jesse hummed again, then pulled away. “Dinner?” he asked, just on this side of breathless.
Andrew cleared his throat. “Right. Yes, of course.” He and Emma exchanged glances.
Dinner was a noisy affair, with Emma complaining loudly about customers at work and everyone drinking freely. Jesse, pink-faced and clearly tipsy, made noises about cleaning up. Emma quickly moved to dissuade him, saying, “Relax, babe. Tonight’s about you.”
Jesse’s went from tipsy pink to flustered crimson so quickly that Emma worried inanely about his blood pressure. “What- what do you mean?” he stammered anxiously.
“We mean,” Andrew said, placing a firm hand on Jesse’s thigh, “that we’d like to ask you to join our relationship. Officially.”
Among other things, Emma thought to herself mischievously.
“Oh, um. I mean. Of course! I’ve- I’ve never,” Jesse stopped, obviously steeling himself. “I’ve never felt like I belonged like I do with you. And I mean, if you’ll have me-“ He was cut off again, this time by Andrew kissing him. They broke apart, and then Emma squeezed Jesse tightly, whispering, “Of course we’ll have you, you moron,” in his ear.
After a long moment, they let go of each other, and the three of them just sat there. “Now we should have sex,” Emma declared.
Both Andrew and Jesse spluttered at her. “You can’t just say that, Emma!” Andrew protested. “It’s not romantic!”
Emma ignored this, kissing Jesse deep and wet, reaching blinding to grope Andrew with one hand. He huffed, “Can we at least move this to a bed?”
So they go to the bedroom.
Jesse, surprisingly, seizes Emma and kisses her breath away. He makes his way down her neck, sucking and biting at her pulse, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. He moans, and Emma sees Andrew’s hands roaming Jesse’s torso, pinching his nipples and rubbing his soft, flat stomach. Jesse pauses, making Emma groan in frustration and fist her hands in his hair, tugging him back down.
“No, wait. I like to, um- can I eat you out?”
Emma stares at Jesse, momentarily shocked. Andrew paused too. “Do you think I’m going to say no?” she demands.
Andrew whispers something in Jesse’s ear, and Jesse nods a little shyly. He guides Emma to the bed while Andrew goes to the bedside table to get the condoms and lube. Jesse gets on his hands and knees in front of her on the bed, hands gliding up her thighs and pushing her dress up. He nuzzles her swollen crotch through her underwear, and Emma swears at him. She can feel him grin.
He kisses and sucks gently at her, waiting apparently until she is ready to kill him to pull down her underwear.
He licks her in delicate little licks from her entrance to her clit. Everything is slick and oversensitive. She’s dimly aware that Andrew has returned and is doing something to Jesse, making him moan against her and fuck fuck fuck.
Jesse makes his tongue into a point and fucks her with it. His hands are everywhere, pinching and stroking her aching breasts until it feels like she’s about to implode from being wound so tightly. She’s making some embarrassing noises, she knows she is, but that doesn’t matter because, shit, she’s coming.
Jesse doesn’t stop, licking and cleaning her and whimpering all the while. Through the haze of her come down, she sees that Andrew’s been fucking Jesse, and Andrew whines at her. She wriggles around until she can grab a fistful of Andrew’s stupid hair and kiss him hard. He gasps into her mouth and tenses all over, hips stilling inside Jesse’s ass.
He collapses on top of poor Jesse, who still hasn’t come and is palming himself desperately. Emma wants to go down on him and return the favor, but she can only manage to grip Jesse’s dick before he’s coming too.
They all flop down on the bed in a sticky, disgusting mess. One of Andrew’s hands snakes around her and fingers her, making her gasp. Jesse kisses her, wet and sloppy and so good. She comes again with Jesse laving at her pulse and Andrew’s fingers moving inside her.
They all lie on the bed, panting. “Ugh, I need a shower,” Jesse groans.
“In the morning,” Andrew mumbles into Emma’s shoulder. Jesse sighs fretfully but makes no further protests.
Emma grins to herself. She has the best ideas.