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“Ye love it,” Roark said, his brogue thick and husky.
“Only in the bedroom.” I ground my hips in the air, the urge to glance back to see their faces overwhelming. But I fought it.
The loosening of Jesse’s metal belt sounded behind me, followed by his zipper lowering and the whisper of his clothes falling to the floor.
My diaphragm heaved, my breaths rough and uneven. Liquid heat collected between my thighs, cooling in the air, my sensitive flesh swelling, opening, so fucking ready.
“You’re leaking down your legs, darlin’. I don’t even need to touch you. I could just slide right in.”
“Come on, Jesse,” I groaned, breathless. “Stop teasing me.” I writhed on my hands and knees, my pussy clamping down, empty, needy, waiting. “Fuck me.”
He grabbed my hips from behind, and the mattress dented beneath his knees. I bit down on my bottom lip, anticipating a warlike thrust, but it was his mouth…Oh, sweet fuck, his tongue that drove into me, quickly joined by his fingers, his lips, his teeth.
With a hand on my hip, he controlled my movements as he fucked me with his mouth. His whiskers burned against my folds. His fingers rolled over my pulsing clit, and his thumb hooked inside me.
I lost the strength in my arms and my shoulders fell against the mattress as he continued his assault. I thought I heard Roark’s zipper, but couldn’t track the sound amid the panting of my breaths and the wet smacking noises of Jesse’s mouth.
Jesse pressed impossibly deeper, his tongue tracing the walls of my cunt, coaxing me closer, faster… Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.
A scream tore from my throat as the orgasm burst in vicious waves through my body, gripping my limbs, shaking, blinding, stealing all my oxygen.
His hands wrapped around my waist, holding my ass against his face as he nuzzled and bit, burying his stubble between my cheeks, his tongue sliding and flattening against my asshole.
“Oh my God.” My eyes rolled back in my head, my breath trembling and fingers curling into the bedding.
He sought out every pleasure zone in reach as his mouth slid down the back of my thigh, up the other one, over my ass, and heated a breathy trail along my spine.
His hand flattened on my belly, caressing upward, cupping and squeezing my breasts. He stopped to trace the C-shaped scar around my boob, his touch tender yet heavy with memory. As my skin warmed and shivered and my cheek lay against the mattress, my thoughts chased all the miles we’d shared together, the places we’d been, and the destinations we’d yet to reach.
With his chest pressed to my back, his body flexed against me. His hand vanished behind his head, and before I could question him, the turquoise stone lowered to the mattress beside my face.
His mouth moved to my ear. “I love you.”
My throat closed up, my choked response pushing past it. “Love you.”
Instinctively, I turned toward Roark and mouthed the same words, my voice stolen by the raw desire flickering in his eyes and the hard erection lying bare and ignored against his abs.
The weight of Jesse’s body lifted. He grabbed my leg, flipped me on my back, and settled his hips between my thighs, hands braced on either side of my shoulders.
There was a sliver of air between our heaving chests, but he was so close I could feel his muscles trembling, hear the hammer of his heart, and see the wetness of my arousal coating his stubble. The hot, hard press of his cock nudged my pussy, the tip gliding through the wetness, his hips shaking with the need to thrust.
I cupped his face with my hands, moving down the stretched cords of his neck, over his shoulders and around his biceps. I couldn’t get enough of his bare skin. It made my own chill beneath a stampede of goosebumps. But I wasn’t cold. I was burning up.
He lowered his chest, his hard body hovering in a push-up, his arms bunching under my hands as he held himself up. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
I’m going to fuck you now.
My heart sang at the thick drawl of Jesse’s words. This wasn’t about fucking me or owning me or taking me. He was giving himself to me.
An oath without ceremony.
Till death do us part.
At the edge of my vision, Roark sat back in the chair, his jeans bunched around his thighs, the hard length of his cock jutting from his lap and gripped in his fist.
“Oh God.” I gripped Jesse’s ass. “Please.”
Something snapped behind his eyes, and his restraint shattered with the drive of his hips. He shouted as he entered me, his head falling beside mine and his cock slamming with urgency.
The body-tingling stretch of his girth was unfathomable. I scratched at his back and ground my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He raised his head, his lips finding mine, his tongue lashing through my mouth. I opened for him, angling my neck for a deeper taste, wanting more, to devour, to be consumed.
