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“Wha…what do you mean?” I stammer.
“I didn’t come prepared, and I’ll hurt him if I go dry.” When I offer no response, he continues, thumb stroking gently over my parted lips. “I need your mouth, Becca. Or your pussy.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks as understanding dawns, and moisture floods my panties. This morning I couldn’t have imagined that sentence turning me on, but now…Holy shit. My tongue darts out to lick my lips, swiping along Jace’s thumb in the process. A soft groan slips from his throat.
“On the bed,” he growls.
Shedding my clothes, I climb on the bed next to Blake, scooting to the edge, knees up, just like he is. As he leans in to kiss me warm fingers spread me open, and cool air drifts over my clit. Then Jace’s cock slides along my folds.
I whimper at the contact, reveling in the pleasure and wanting more. He doesn’t offer it. Slow and steady, he rubs his cock between my legs, coating it in my arousal, all while Blake’s lips savor mine. Gentle. Indulgent. His mouth probes mine delicately, as if he wants to make this moment linger forever. My body hums with the knowledge that that’s exactly what this could be the start of. Forever.
Lost in the press of Blake’s lips against mine, I barely register the absence of Jace’s rigid length between my legs. Then Blake tenses, a sated growl reverberating in his throat, and I realize Jace has filled him.
Overwhelmed with curiosity, I pull my mouth from Blake’s and kneel beside him. His muscled frame shifts on the mattress as Jace thrusts forward, both men groaning as they come together fully.
They hold still for a moment before Jace starts to move, his lean stomach contracting as he swivels his hips. Teeth clenched in concentration, his eyes rake over me, then Blake, as he presses deep inside Blake’s body with slow, measured thrusts. A thin sheen of sweat gathers on his torso with the strain of going slow written in the pained expression on his face. But he holds steady, exaggerating each stroke so I can see every last inch of him as he moves.
Shifting my gaze to Blake, I notice his expression mirrors Jace’s. Primed yet not sated, his hips lift to meet Jace’s as if begging him to go deeper. Push harder. Though, he too, moves slowly, prolonging each thrust.
My eyes skirt down over his chest, down his stomach, coming to rest on the thick cock standing at attention. “Touch him,” Jace orders.
I wrap my hand around Blake’s swollen length, squeezing as tight as I dare. “OhDamn.” Blake rewards me with a strangled moan.
“Move with me,” Jace instructs, his heated, dark eyes commanding me to match his pace.
Together, we pleasure Blake, and Jace bottoms out each time I stroke down to Blake’s root. His cock twitches in my hand, and I squeeze harder, rubbing my finger over the slick tip. His eyes roll back in his head as it dips into the mattress, and my chest swells with pride knowing Jace and Itogetherare driving him mad.
The power we have over Blake’s pleasure is intoxicating. Screw fierce flamingos, it makes me feel like the goddess I never believed I could be, and drives me to grip him a little tighter, tug a little faster, to see how high we can take him. It also gets me positivelydripping, and I shift my legs to sate my own gathering need.
“He’s ready for you. If you want him.” Jace pulls my hand off Blake’s dick as he plunges hard and deep, leaning forward to taste Blake’s parted lips. Then he stands straight, still buried in Blake’s ass, and gestures for me to sit on his stiff cock.
Taking Jace’s hand for balance, I swing my leg over Blake’s torso, my back to his face, and sink onto his swollen length. Jace holds still until I’m seated, nipping at my bottom lip while he waits for me to adjust.
My breathy sigh must be the sign he’s looking for—no sooner does it pass my lips than he starts to pump in earnest, his pelvis brushing against my clit with each pass.
Blake’s strong hands wrap around my waist, anchoring me to him, though Jace’s relentless thrusts spear him deeper and deeper inside, teasing my heightened nerves.
Jace leans his head against mine, lips hovering together as we pant. It’s desperate. Frantic. Yet, so much more intimate and erotic than an actual kiss.I love it.
Wrapping one hand around his neck, I trace the sinewy muscles of his chest with the other, letting my fingers drift down until they find the soft curls that frame his dick. Delving lower, I rub his base, my fingers getting trapped between his body and Blake’s with each thrust, the back of my hand rubbing against my clit in the process.
“I’m close, Becca. He’s close,” Jace mutters against my lips as he drives Blake deep within my core. “Come with us.”
I don’t know if it’s his plea or my own desire that makes me comply, but suddenly the telltale prickle of bliss is within reach, and my body starts to soar. Warmth radiates from my center, spearing down to my toes and out to my fingertips, as my pussy starts to contract. Faintly at first, the intensity grows as Blake’s cock nudges deep within me, my walls flexing and contracting of their own accord as my release consumes me.
Erotic cries assault my senses. Between my own heartbeat and the animalistic growls of the men, the sounds reverberate through me like the heavy bass of a guitar, shaking my whole body. Spent, I can do little more than cling to Jace as I try to stay upright while the tremors flow through me and fade to nothingness, like the ripples from a rock skipping across the water.
Gradually, the dense thudding in my ears is replaced by heavy breathing, the soothing caress of Blake’s hands running over my waist. Fingers cramping from their strangled hold on Jace, I tentatively flex them to bring them back to life as I lift off Blake, hoping my shaky legs can support my weight.
Two sets of hands help me to the bed, where the three of us collapse. Blake and Jace thread their fingers together and rest them on my stomach, anchoring us together as we wait for our bodies to recover. It’s in this moment, right now, that I know committing to them both is the right choice. That we really are meant to be.
“I hate to kill the mood.” Blake rolls to his back and slings a forearm over his head. “But we haven’t talked about the bigger picture.”
“Which is?” I prompt as Jace props himself on an elbow to play with a strand of my hair.
“This isn’t an easy lifestyle.” Jace’s expression borders on melancholy as he twirls the hair between his fingers. “Not everyone believes it’s possible to be in love with two people at once, and in a town this small we won’t exactly fade into the background.”
“I love this town,” Blake says to the ceiling. “And the people are some of the best around. But that doesn’t mean there won’t be talk. I doubt it’d be malicious, but we’ll definitely raise some eyebrows. At least to start. Are we all ready for that?”
