I hesitate, just for a second, before I nod.
“Yes.”
The word is quiet. But it’s enough. Jackson’s grip tightens slightly. Zach’s hand stills at my neck, thumb pressing gently into my skin. The air shifts. The softness turning into something heavier. Something charged. Something inevitable.
The air in the room thickens the moment I nod.
Zach’s fingers tighten in my hair, a slow, grounding tug that makes my scalp tingle. Jackson’s hands slide higher up my thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh with deliberate pressure, spreading my legs just enough to make heat pool low in my belly.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Jackson murmurs, voice low and warm.
He pulls me gently from Zach’s lap and into his arms, settling me against his broad chest so my back rests against him. Zach shifts closer on the couch, one arm sliding around my waist to hold me steady while Jackson’s hands start working my clothes off, slow, patient, like they have all the time in the world.
Zach peels my shirt up and over my head, his fingers brushing my skin as he goes, thumbs grazing the undersides of my breasts. Jackson tugs my pants down my legs, taking my underwear with them, the fabric dragging slowly over my hips and thighs until I’m completely bare between them.
Their hands never stop moving, Zach’s palms cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples in firm, lazy strokes until they tighten into hard peaks and I arch with a soft whimper; Jackson’s fingers stroking up and down my inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin but never quite touching where I need it most.
Jackson presses a kiss to my shoulder, then slides down the couch until he’s kneeling between my spread legs. He looks up at me, eyes dark with hunger, lips parted.
“Watch me, sweetheart,” he says softly.
He leans in and drags his tongue through my folds in one long, slow lick, from entrance to clit. The wet heat of it pulls a sharp gasp from me, my hips jerking. Zach’s arm tightens around my waist, holding me firmly against his chest.
“Easy, baby,” Zach murmurs right against my ear, his breath hot. “Just feel him. Look how wet you already are for us. So pretty and slick, dripping down onto Jackson’s tongue.”
Jackson hums in agreement, the vibration rolling straight through my core as he licks again, slower this time, broad and flat, circling my clit with deliberate pressure before sucking the swollen bud gently between his lips. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider so he can bury his face deeper. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on me fill the quiet room, slick, hungry licks and soft sucking noises that make my face burn.
I can’t look away from Elijah.
He’s still sitting at the far end of the couch, watching every second with dark, hooded eyes. His hand has drifted to the front of his pants, rubbing himself slowly through the fabric, the outline of his thick cock clear and straining. His jaw is tight, that possessive flicker flashing in his gaze, but beneath it I see raw hunger, his chest rising faster, lips parted as he watches Jackson’s tongue work me open.
Zach notices my slight tension. His hand slides up to cup one of my breasts fully, rolling the nipple between his fingers as he talks me through it, voice low and steady against my ear.
“He’s watching you, baby. Look at him. He’s so hard for you. See how his hand is moving on his cock? He likes seeing you like this, open, needy, letting us take care of you. Let go. Let Jackson make you feel good. Come on his tongue.”
Jackson’s tongue flicks faster over my clit, two thick fingers sliding deep inside me, curling and stroking that perfect spot while he sucks harder. The pressure builds slow and heavy,coaxed out of me by their combined touch. Zach keeps talking, filthy and calm.
“That’s it… feel how wet you are? You’re soaking Jackson’s face. He’s licking up every drop like he can’t get enough. Come for him, baby. Let him feel you squeeze around his fingers.”
The orgasm rolls through me in long, shuddering waves. My back arches hard against his chest, a broken moan tearing from my throat as my walls clamp down around Jackson’s fingers, pulsing again and again. Jackson doesn’t stop, licking and sucking through every spasm until the last tremor leaves me panting and limp against Zach’s arm.
Jackson sits up slowly, lips and chin shiny with my wetness, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He glances once at Elijah, a quick, silent check, then back to me with a soft smile.
“Do you want all of us right now, sweetheart?”
My body is already aching for more, libido raging hot and wild. I nod quickly, breathless. “Yes. Please. All of you.”
Jackson’s smile widens, slow and hungry. He stands and strips quickly, shirt gone in one tug, pants shoved down, revealing his thick, heavy cock already hard and leaking at the tip. He sits back on the couch and crooks a finger at me.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Zach lifts me effortlessly, strong arms passing me into Jackson’s lap. Jackson grips my hips and guides me down onto his cock, thick and stretching me open inch by slow, delicious inch until I’m fully seated, a low, guttural groan rumbling from deep in his chest as my walls flutter around him.
“Ride me, sweetheart. Nice and slow. Take what you need from me.”
I start to move, hips rolling in deep, grinding circles as Jackson’s hands settle on my waist, helping me find the rhythm. Zach leans in from the side, mouth hot on my neck, kissing and sucking marks into my skin, teeth grazing just enough to makeme shiver. I reach out blindly for Elijah, fingers trembling with need.
Elijah stands without a word. He takes my hand and guides it straight to his cock, already freed and throbbing. His fingers close firmly around mine, directing the slow, tight strokes as he watches me ride Jackson with dark, intense eyes.
