Her kisses trailed down my stomach, her fingers trailing the outside of my thighs.
“Let me taste you,” she said.
I nodded, my hips lifting, and I heard Jack groan behind her. I looked up and his hand was working himself slowly as he watched us. Elliott shifted beside me, his hand sliding into his boxer briefs.
Hana dipped between my legs, her breath hot against me. Then she began to lick, her tongue circling my clit in slow swirls.
My legs began to tremble, the pleasure overwhelming. “Oh my God.”
She moaned into me, as if she liked my reaction. I opened my eyes to glance at the men—Jack stroking himself, biting on his lower lip, and Elliott, breathing hard as he stroked himself under his boxer briefs, his eyes locked on me with awe and desire.
I reached for his hand, needing to feel him in some way. He laced our fingers together, his thumb stroking mine as I fell apart under Hana’s mouth.
“Let go, baby,” he whispered. “Let her take care of you.”
My thighs trembled around her head, moans spilling out shamelessly, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping Elliott’s hand.
When I came, it was sharp and intense, my body curling as Hana held me steady through it, licking me gently until I finally stilled.
She kissed her way back up my body, slow and tender, until we were nose to nose again. I cupped her cheek, catching my breath, and kissed her.
Then she whispered, “Your turn.”
6
Hana
Jackie kissed me back like she meant it. Her lips were warm, eager, her body still trembling from the orgasm I’d just given her. I felt the shiver in her thighs, the quick stutter of her breath as I climbed up her body and kissed her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her release still on my tongue.
She held my cheek softly, staring in awe.
“Your turn,” I whispered.
Her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded. “Tell me what you want.”
Her voice was low and husky, and her hands were still trembling slightly, but her gaze was determined.
I rolled onto my back, letting my legs fall open a little, my heart pounding as she shifted above me. My red bikini bottoms were still clinging to me, soaked. Jackie’s fingers brushed the sides of them, hesitating at first.
“You sure?” she asked, her voice soft but edged with hunger.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Touch me.”
She slid the bikini down my legs, her eyes tracking every inch as she did so. I watched her breathing speed as she licked her lips. She touched me slowly at first, her fingertips gliding between my folds, then circling my clit gently.
I let out a shaky moan, my hips pressing upward.
“God, you’re so wet,” she murmured.
“You did that to me,” I said breathlessly.
She leaned down and kissed my hip, then my inner thigh. Each kiss was soft and lingering. Her tongue flicked closer and closer until she finally licked across my clit, and I let out a quick gasp at the sensation.
Behind her, I heard Jack shift. I could feel his presence, watching us both.
“You taste so good,” Jackie whispered.
I whimpered, arching as her mouth found me again. Her tongue was careful at first—exploratory. Then she grew bolder, sucking my clit into her mouth, her hands gripping my thighs.
