“We are your home,” Nitro says softly, cupping my face before pressing a soft, barely there kiss to my lips before Fox does the same.
They pass me back and forth between them, sipping from my lips before tasting each other, each of us seeking sweet comfort from the people we feel the closest to, and dare I say it, love. Because it’s true. I love them. It may feel fast, the speed of which I’ve fallen for these men. But then I remember that I’ve known them for months now. Each of us orbiting the other only to now find out how perfect we are together. How our pieces all fit together.
“I need you,” I whisper, as our kisses get more desperate. “I need you both, please.”
They pull back at the same time, eyes running over me as I gaze wildly at them.
“If we do this there is no going back. You belong to us, and we’ll belong to you.” Fox’s eyes search mine and for the first time I notice vulnerability there. It shocks me to my core. I’m used to seeing it in Zane’s, but not my confident Fox.
“You’ll be ours,” Nitro adds, looking like he’s going to be sick he’s so nervous.
Stepping closer to them, I raise my hands, cupping both of their cheeks. “And you’ll be mine.”
Chapter 21
Fox
Ilean into Jazz’s small palm as she cups my face. She holds my gaze for a moment, before she tilts her head, gazing at Nitro. I do the same, holding my man’s gaze for a moment that could be a millisecond, or a lifetime. I never thought I would have this much love in my life, and yet I’m a glutton for it. I want them more than I’ve ever wanted anything before in my entire life. I need them to live, to breathe, to be whole.
Cupping Jazz’s face I press a kiss to her lips. “I’m your Hayden.”
She pulls back, the brilliant smile on her face lights me up from within.
“Hayden and Zane.”
“Yours.”
“Mine.” She smiles, then grips the back of my head, pulling me into her and greedily attacking my mouth.
I feast on her mouth, only stopping when I need air to breathe. As soon as my lips leave hers she pulls Nitro into her, the sight of them together making my cock kick in my jeans. Needing relief I unzip, letting them fall loose at my hips.
Nitro’s eyes, full of hunger dart to my waist, my greedy cock poking out over the top of my boxer shorts waistband. He grips my face, bringing me into him, his lips finding mine, tongues in a messy tangle as we duel for dominance.
A breathy moan draws my attention to Jazz, already naked, eyes ablaze as she watches Nitro and I in heat, her hands drifting from her large breasts to her triangle of dark hair, dipping between her legs to her little slick cunt.
“Fuck,” Nitro moans just from looking at her.
“You like watching us, don’t you baby,” I tease.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Tell us what you want, baby,” Nitro demands, backing her up against the bed until it hits the back of her knees and she falls back onto it, legs wide, her pussy glistening in the low light of our bedroom. And it isourbedroom.
“I want you to give each other pleasure. I want to see you both come and then I want you to make love to me.”
I share a look with Nitro, the words passing between us with the one look. “Nope, you come firstthenwe make love to each other.” She licks her lips, gaze flicking between us. “We’ve got you Jazz, always.”
I punctuate my words with gentle nips and kisses along her smooth calf, Nitro doing the same on the other before pressing a kiss to the top of her mound and then standing to his full height. He stands slightly shorter than me, meaning that I dominate our kisses as I peel his clothing from him, the hard planes of his body pressing against my palms as I run then down his cut body, his rippling abs before undoing his belt.
The groan of relief he gives me as I slowly undo his zip has Jazz joining in. It seems our girl loves to hear us. Smirking at her I lean forward, latching onto Nitro’s nipple as I shove his jeans and underwear down his legs. He kicks them off to who-knows-the-fuck-where and who even cares? His hands wrestlewith my shirt, breaking my seal on his tight little nipple as he tears it up over my head. Somewhere along the line my jeans and underwear drop to the floor and I hiss when he presses his cock against mine, the slick head of his slipping against the crown of my cock.
“That looks so fucking hot,” Jazz whispers from her place on the bed and I can’t take it any more. I need something in my mouth, pussy or cock I don’t care, as long as I can give pleasure.
Nitro knows what I want, he always knows, as he settles on his back on the bed. He rolls to grip Jazz, murmuring to her before nipping at her ear lobe then sucking a thick nipple into his mouth. He looks so damn good, arm wrapped around Jazz’s waist, holding her to him, her hand slipping through his dark hair. She writhes up against him, her thick thighs pressed together, to ease the ache.
Gripping her by the ankle I raise her leg high in the air, my gaze feasting on her pussy, dripping and spread wide. Moving in close I lick her from asshole to clit, before latching on, sucking gently on her thick pussy lips. She gasps then pushes her pussy harder to my face, winding her hips to have my tongue, my lips, my mouth hitting all the parts that make her gush for me. For us.
“That’s it baby, ride his face, then you can ride mine,” Nitro growls, batting her nipple with his tongue.
