Page 34 of Legacy Elite

"Jessica."

Torres gets a hand around and finds my clit with his fingers, and I come, fast and I have to let Luke go because I can't do anything at all.

"Yes," Torres groans.

I come so hard my arms give out.

Torres holds me up through it, cursing, and goes about four more strokes before he loses it completely and buries himself and finishes with his forehead against my spine.

For a while there's nothing but breathing.

Then Torres lies down sideways across the bottom of my bed like a man who has been shot, and says, to the ceiling, "One."

"One?"

"Of six."

"You are not a serious person."

"I am extremely serious. I made a list on the plane."

Luke pulls me up into his lap.

I'm boneless. He arranges me exactly where he wants me, which is straddling him with his arms locked around my back and his mouth on my throat, and I can feel him hard against me and shaking with the effort of not doing anything about it.

“I've been thinking about how you'd sound with him inside you," Luke says, calmly, "and I want to hear that again with me inside you."

I reach down and take him in my hand and he stops being calm.

"Jessica."

"Say that again."

"Jessica."

I sink down onto him.

Neither of us breathes. He's thick and I'm so wet it doesn't matter and I take him all the way and then sit there and shake.

His fingers dig into my hips. He doesn't move.

So I do.

Slow, because I want it slow, deep and dragging, his hands sliding up my ribs — careful on the left, even now, even like this — to my breasts and staying there. His eyes open the whole time and on my face. The bond showing me how much he enjoys watching me.

Torres props himself on one elbow at the end of the bed and watches too, and I find I don't mind that even slightly.

"Faster," I say.

Luke plants his feet and thrusts up into me, taking over, crushing me to his chest, his mouth at my collarbone.

"Like that—"

"I know."

"Don't stop—"

"Shut up and feel me, Jess. I’m going to wreck this pretty pussy," he growls into my skin.