I cried out, loud and unashamed.
“Fuck,” Jack muttered behind her.
I opened my eyes and he was stroking himself again, slower now, his eyes glued to Jackie between my legs. He stepped closer but didn’t interrupt.
I reached for his hand, pulling him closer as my other hand tangled in Jackie’s hair.
“You like watching me with her?”
He groaned. “You have no fucking idea, sweetheart.”
He leaned down and kissed me, his hand still wrapped around his cock. I kissed him back hungrily, but my body bucked again as Jackie slipped two fingers inside me without warning.
“Fuck,” I gasped, breaking the kiss as my hips rocked against her mouth.
Jack brushed my hair back from my face, watching my pleasure. “She’s a natural,” he murmured.
“She’s perfect,” I whispered, gripping the back of Jackie’s head harder, grinding into her face.
My orgasm hit fast and hard, my body arching off the couch as I came with a cry, my legs shaking uncontrollably. Jackie didn’t stop until I pulled her up gently by her hair, needing to kiss her, to taste myself on her lips.
When she leaned over me, flushed and breathless, I cupped her face in both hands and kissed her deeply.
And then I heard Jack again, even closer now.
“You’re both so fucking beautiful.”
He hovered above me, his cock hard and ready. I thought he was going to take me, but instead, he looked beside me. His gaze settled on Jackie.
“Do you want me to fuck her?” he asked me roughly.
I turned my head, my breath still ragged. Jackie blinked, surprised, but she didn’t protest. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling like mine.
“Yes, Jack. Fuck her,” I said, moving back slightly, though my hand still rested on her shoulder.
Jack looked to Elliott then. “Is that okay with you, mate?”
The room went still.
Elliott’s eyes darkened. He looked at Jackie, then at Jack, then back at her. And finally, he nodded. “Yes. It’s okay,” he said, then added, “If she wants it.”
“Yes,” Jackie answered breathlessly, the gaze between her and Elliott intense.
I exhaled, not even realizing I’d been holding my breath.
Jack leaned over and kissed Jackie passionately as I pulled back just enough to watch her melt into it. She clutched his shoulders as he eased her onto her back beside me. I reached over and held her hand while he moved between her legs, his mouth trailing kisses down her body.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want it,” Jack said, his voice suddenly gentler.
Jackie nodded, her breath shaky. “I want this.”
I shifted to the side to give them space, sitting up on the couch, naked and flushed, and glanced over at Elliott.
He was still watching. His cock was fully out now—huge and thick. His hand worked himself in long, steady strokes. His expression was etched with arousal, but also admiration and curiosity.
“You okay?” I asked him softly.
His eyes flicked to mine. “Yeah,” he murmured. “She looks so fucking good like that. Lost in pleasure.”
