Jessica moans beside me.
“Give me your mouth?” I demand. She moves to me without hesitation, her lips finding mine as I force my tongue past hers and I begin to fuck her mouth much like I’m fucking Caleb’s. I trust him to tell me if I go too far.
He can take it, but that doesn’t mean I’d ever want to hurt him past the point of pleasure.
I pull out of the kiss when I feel my impending orgasm, the shot of lightning up my spine as I explode. My cum, thick hot bursts of ecstasy.
Caleb keeps his eyes fixed on mine the entire time as I spill down his throat and I have to fight to keep mine open, the urge to surrender to the unadulterated bliss is almost too much.
By the time the last of my orgasm leaves I’m breathing heavily, my shirt sticking to my back.
“Fuck, your mouth,” I say, reaching out and wiping the excess cum from the corner of his lips as he releases me.
“Sweet girl, you know what to do,” I say, tilting my chin towards Caleb.
He moves to his feet and meets her for a kiss as she moans, soaking up the taste of me too.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
CALEB
Jessica is panting by the time I ease out of our embrace. I love how she doesn’t hold back. She’s as addicted to us as we are to her.
“How about we help you out of your dress, little one,” I suggest, not wanting to risk getting our cum all over it, not that I’d really give a shit, but I’m sure she would.
Noah’s eyes trail over the length of her body.
“Let us help you, sweet girl.” He twirls his index finger in the air and dutifully she turns around, allowing us access to the back of her dress.
Excruciatingly slowly, he undoes the buttons until he’s at her lower back, revealing the dimples I love so much, just above her lacy underwear.
But it’s not that which stops me in my tracks. It’s the fresh ink.
“What the fuck?”
She peers over her shoulder, a slightly apprehensive expression on her beautiful face.
“Do you not like it?” she asks.
I shake my head, my eyes returning to the infinity symbol with mine and Noah’s names intertwining.
“You got our names on you?” Noah says, as surprised as I am.
“I did.”
I crouch down and kiss just above the ink.
“Is this why you wanted to abstain for over a week? It wasn’t just about delayed gratification?” I ask.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” she says.
Noah reaches for her jaw and kisses her.
“I love it,” he murmurs against her lips.
“Fuck. Looks like I’ll be getting one to match,” I say.
I stand and turn her in my arms.
