I push myself off the bed and head into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Clean, crisp citrus and mint fill the bathroom, refreshing—just like Jessica. It’s only hot water, so it should be fine when she’s ready.
I use the toilet and wash my hands, faintly hearing Jess still talking to Mason as I dry them off. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I notice the marks on my neck. My lips lift into a smile. As much as I love to mark both Jessica and Noah, they, in turn, like to mark me, too, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ll wear them like a badge of honour.
Tossing the towel into the linen bin, I open the door and lean against the door jamb. I watch as Noah pulls Jessica’s hand away from her mouth to stop her from biting her nails. Instead, he brings her fingertips to his lips and kisses each one softly.
Her perky nipples press against the fabric of my T-shirt she’s wearing. Seeing her in our discarded clothes is something I will never tire of. She’s fucking stunning.
I stare in awe at the fact that this beautiful, caring, intelligent woman is all ours.
My dick strains in my boxers, and I swear it’s near impossible not to get hard when I’m around these two.
“Jess, are you there?” Mase asks.
My gaze moves to her face, her eyes a light azure in this light, remaining focused on my adonis belt and my hard-on.
“I’m sorry,” she replies, her cheeks positively glowing. “I, uh… got distracted, I’m so?—”
He cuts her off, clearing his throat. “And on that note, I think that’s my cue to let you go get ready.”
“No, you don’t have to,” she replies.
But I shake my head and raise an eyebrow as I lower my boxers to free my erection and step out of them as I take myself in my fist.
“It’s cool, Jess. I’ll see you all later,” he says, aware of our presence.
Noah and I mumble our goodbyes as Jess says she loves him before hanging up.
“See something you like, little temptress?” I ask, walking up to her and gripping her hair to tilt her head back.
Her tongue sweeps across her lips before she replies, “Always.”
I love her newfound confidence. It’s such a turn-on when she’s honest about what she wants inside and outside the bedroom.
“Keep looking at me like that,” I say, urging her face towards my arousal. “I want your eyes on me as I fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
My dick is standing to attention, the pre-cum glistening as she lowers her mouth to the crown of my erection and licks it up with a satisfied hum before taking me into her gorgeous mouth.
Her eyelids flutter closed, my grip on her hair tightening.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”
Blinking, she stares up at me.
“Good girl.”
“She is, isn’t she?” Noah marvels.
I glance at him, finding his focus on what she’s doing to me as he fists his length in long, lazy strokes.
My nostrils flare, heat pulsing through me as his eyes darken—deep pools of arousal that threaten to drown me.
I move my gaze back to Jessica, her eyes still on me. I allow her to control the pace, her tongue teasing the underside of my cock as she cups my balls, making me even harder.
I raise my hand to her face, my thumb gently stroking over the dusting of freckles over her cheekbone.
My need to take control is beneath the surface, ready to come out and play. But I let her have this moment.
“That’s it, so fucking good. I’m going to fuck your throat now.”
