Chapter 14: The Triple Threat
The command hung in the humid air, a palpable barrier.Emma stared at Rachel, whose face was still glistening with a sheen of sweat and Tyler’s release from before. Kissing her? Emma’s mind, usually a whirlwind of orderly lists and sanitized routines, went blank and silent. She had never considered it, not even in the secret, unacknowledged corners of her imagination. It was a line she hadn’t known was drawn.
Rachel, ever the performer, didn’t hesitate. A flicker of something like challenge passed over her features before she shifted, bringing her mouth slowly toward Emma’s. Emma saw the lingering wetness on Rachel’s cheek, the evidence of her own debasement. She felt her own lips part, a tiny, involuntary surrender.
The contact was soft at first, a tentative press. Then Rachel’s tongue darted forward, slipping past Emma’s lips. The sensation was electric and wholly alien—the wet, intimate slide of another woman’s tongue against her own. A shocking bolt of pure, undiluted excitement ripped through Emma’s core, burning away the last vapors of resistance. She moaned into Rachel’s mouth, her own tongue rising to meet the stroke, tentatively at first, then with a hungry mimicry. Their tongues danced, a messy, passionate tangle that tasted of salt and sin.
Rachel broke the kiss, her breathing ragged. Her eyes, dark and knowing, locked on Emma’s. She leaned in again, but not to Emma’s mouth. With a deliberate swipe of her tongue, she licked the cooling streak of Tyler’s semen from Emma’s cheekbone. Emma shuddered, a full-body convulsion of shocked arousal. Rachel then reclaimed her mouth, sharing the bitter, masculine taste. Without prompting, Emma reciprocated, her own tongue seeking out the traces on Rachel’s skin, the act feeling profoundly more obscene than anything that had come before.
“Fuck yeah,” Tyler grunted from above them, his hands on his hips as he watched. “See? I knew you two would get along. Congrats. Now we’re all gonna have a real good fucking time.”
His voice was a catalyst, snapping the moment into a new, more urgent configuration. He grabbed Rachel by the shoulder, his grip rough. “On your hands and knees. Now.” Rachel complied with a practiced ease, arching her back as he shoved her pleated skirt up over her hips. Her tiny lace panties, already soaked, met a brutal end as Tyler hooked his fingers in the sides and tore them away with a crisp rip. The sound made Emma jump.
“You,” Tyler said, pointing a finger at Emma. “On your back. Right under her.”
Emma scrambled to obey, her body moving on an autopilot fueled by a terrifying, new hunger. She lay back on the rumpled sheets, the scent of sex and cologne thick in her nostrils. Rachel’s face, now hovering just above her own, was a mask of anticipatory pleasure. Tyler positioned himself behind Rachel, and with a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself inside her.
Rachel’s head snapped back, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. “Oh God, Tyler! Right there, fuck!”
From her angle, Emma had a perfect, contained view. She couldn’t see the violent join of their bodies, only its effects. She watched Rachel’s face transform with each punishing drive. Her eyes would screw shut, her mouth falling open in a silent ‘O’ before a gasp or a filthy word would burst forth. Her polished performer’s composure shattered into something raw and animalistic. The rhythmic grunts from Tyler, the wet, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh, the bedframe’s soft protest—it was a symphony of depravity conducted for her alone.
A heat, desperate and aching, pooled between Emma’s own thighs. The sight was too much. The sounds were too much. Her hand, trembling slightly, slipped under the waistband of her sensible cotton panties. Her fingers found her clit, slick and throbbing, and she began to circle it, her hips rising off the mattress to meet her own touch.
“Look at that,” Tyler panted, never breaking his rhythm. “The prim and proper Mrs. Schuester, fingering her little cunt while she watches me wreck this one. Take ‘em off. Now.”
Emma whined, her hand stilling.
“Now, Emma,” he growled, and the use of her name was a lash.
She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed them down her legs, kicking them away into the gloom of the room. She was exposed, utterly.
“Rachel,” Tyler commanded, his pace becoming even more frantic, piston-like. “You’re slacking. Eat her. Make her scream louder than you are.”
Rachel, her body jolted with every thrust, lowered her head. Her breath hit Emma’s inner thigh first, hot and damp. Then her mouth was there.
The first touch of Rachel Berry’s tongue to her clit was a revelation. Emma’s back arched off the bed, a shattered cry ripped from her lips. “Oh! Oh, God!”
It was nothing like her own clumsy fingers or Will’s gentle, predictable attentions. Rachel’s tongue was an artist’s tool, relentless and ingenious. It swirled broad strokes before zeroing in with pinpoint accuracy, flicking and pressing in a rhythm that synced perfectly with Tyler’s pounding of Rachel’s own body. Rachel moaned against Emma’s flesh, the vibrations traveling straight to Emma’s core, and the dual sensation—of feeling Rachel’s pleasure secondhand while receiving such expert attention—unmoored her completely.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” Emma babbled, her hands flying to Rachel’s head, tangling in the brunette hair, holding her in place. “Right there, oh you bitch, don’t stop, your tongue… fuck me!”
Her own language shocked her, the crude words pouring out like poison and nectar mixed. She was unspooling, becoming someone she didn’t recognize, and she reveled in it.
Rachel was panting, her own moans growing more frantic, hiccupping with each of Tyler’s deep drives. “Tyler… I’m gonna… I’m gonna come!”
“Then come,” he snarled, his hands vise-like on her hips, slamming her back onto him. “Come all over my dick.”
Rachel’s body went taut as a bowstring. A raw, screaming wail tore from her, and Emma felt the woman’s mouth go rigid against her for a moment before the skilled tongue stopped its motion. Rachel trembled violently in the throes of her climax, her face buried in Emma’s thigh.
As the last shocks subsided, Rachel pulled her head back, gasping for air, a string of saliva and Emma’s wetness connecting her mouth to Emma’s sex for a second before it broke.
Tyler withdrew from Rachel with a slick, wet sound. He was still hard, gleaming.
Rachel, still catching her breath, looked down at Emma with lust-hazed eyes. Without a word, she dove back between Emma’s legs. This time, there was no finesse, only a desperate, hungry claim. Her tongue plunged inside Emma, fucking her with it, before sucking fiercely on her clit.
It was too much. The coil that had been tightening in Emma’s belly for what felt like hours snapped.
A cataclysmic wave crashed over her, blinding and deafening. She heard a broken, screaming wail and realized it was her own. Her body bowed off the bed, seized by pulses of pure, mindless ecstasy that seemed to tear through every nerve ending. She grabbed handfuls of the dirty sheets, her vision whiting out, as Rachel drank from her, coaxing every last drop of the shuddering climax from her.
When it finally, slowly, began to subside, leaving her a boneless, gasping wreck, Rachel lifted her head, chin glistening. Tyler looked down at both of them, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across his face.
“Now,” he said, his voice low and pleased. “That’s how you break in a pair of good girls.”