“Baby,” I whispered to Elliott, and he grunted into me again, lost in my pussy.
“Baby,” I repeated, tugging his hair so he lifted up to meet my eyes.
I looked over at Hana and Jack, just now realizing Hana had her bikini on under her robe that she was slowly shedding the ground. Elliott followed my eyes, just as Jack began to unbutton his jeans.
“Mind if we join you?” Jack asked lightly, as if this was something he did all the time. It very well could have been.
I looked back down at Elliott. He nodded with a smile, but I noticed he quickly pulled up his boxer briefs, covering himself.
“How are we doing this?” Elliott asked him, as if they were the ones making the rules.
“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Hana said, her body only covered by a tiny red bikini as she sat down at the edge of the couch, still watching us.
“We…we’re willing to share,” I said breathlessly, closing my legs, suddenly shy as well.
“Oh, don’t be shy, sweetheart. If I’m lucky, I’ll be buried deep inside of you in just a few moments,” Jack said, eyeing me up and down, stopping at my lips. “That is…if you want that,” he added, glancing over at Hana quickly, then back at me.
I nodded as Elliott sat up on the couch next to me.
I almost stopped breathing when Hana scooted closer to me on the other side, setting her palm gently on the side of my closed thighs. “Iwant you first.”
Her fingers barely touched me, just the lightest skim over the outside of my thigh, but it sent a shock of heat straight through me. I stared at her hand, then up at her wide green eyes, and she gave me the smallest nod—it was soft, reassuring, patient.
“Is this okay?” she whispered.
I swallowed, my voice barely there. “Yeah…yeah, it’s okay.”
Elliott was still sitting beside me, his body warm against mine. Jack stood at the edge of the room, leaning against the wall, his hands casually resting in the front of his open jeans, just watching.
Hana leaned in and kissed me, soft and slow at first. Her soft lips tasted faintly like mint, and her hand found mine, our fingers lacing gently together. She deepened the kiss just a little, giving me room to pull away if I wanted, but I didn’t. My free hand slipped to her body, feeling the curve of her hips beneath the thin strings of her bikini.
Her lips parted, and the kiss grew bolder. I could feel her breath catch, her thigh pressing between mine. I moaned quietly into her mouth, and I felt her smile against me.
“Fuck,” Jack muttered under his breath.
We both turned our heads slightly at the same time, catching them watching us—Elliott’s arm stretched along the back of the couch, his eyes locked on me like he was seeing me for the first time. Jack stood behind Hana with a hungry gaze, his thick cock already fully hard in his hand.
“Keep going,” Elliott said softly. “You’re beautiful, baby.”
The encouragement, thepraise, sent goosebumps down my spine.
Hana leaned in again, but this time her mouth traced down my jaw, to the curve of my neck. “Can I take this off?” she asked, her fingers toying with the bottom of my sweater.
“Yes,” I whispered, lifting my arms.
She pulled it up and over my head, her eyes dragging over my bare skin, and I saw something flicker in them, something vulnerable and heated.
“You’re so gorgeous, Jackie,” she murmured, her hands finding the clasp of my bra. “Let me see you.”
I nodded, my breath quickening as she unhooked it and slipped the straps down my arms. Her fingers brushed over my breasts slowly, and then her mouth followed, her lips warm around my nipple, her tongue flicking softly.
My head fell back with a soft moan.
She guided me to lie back on the couch, her hands exploring with more confidence now, her body fitting easily between my legs as I opened them for her.
“You okay?” she whispered again, her green eyes staring up at me.
“Yes,” I breathed.
