I turned back just as Jack slowly pushed inside Jackie, her mouth dropping open on a moan. He held himself still for a moment, and she clutched his shoulder, her legs already wrapping around his waist.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You feel so fucking good.”
Jackie moaned beneath him, her hand still gripping mine. Her eyes fluttered open and met mine, and the intimacy of it—being here, sharing this, wrapped in permission and heat—made something bloom inside me.
Elliott groaned, louder now, and I turned my head to watch him.
“Is it turning you on?” I asked.
He didn’t look away. “Watching you two…and her like that…receiving pleasure. Yeah, it really is.”
Jack’s rhythm deepened, and Jackie was gasping now, her hands roaming over his back, her body rolling up into every thrust. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with her breathy moans and Jack’s low grunts.
I couldn’t look away. My pussy pulsed with need. Ilovedthis.
Jackie cried out, her body tightening, her thighs squeezing around him as she came hard—and I felt it in my own body, the wave of release even though it wasn’t mine.
Jack slowed, panting, and dropped a kiss to her neck.
I turned to Elliott again, wanting to see if he was still okay.
He was leaning back now, legs spread, still stroking himself, but his eyes were on me.
“Come here,” he said.
My legs felt like jelly, my skin still buzzing from everything that had just happened. But when Elliott commanded it, I couldn’t resist the pull in his voice.
Still, I turned to Jackie first.
She was flushed, panting, her head resting back against the couch as Jack continued to move inside her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her lips parted in bliss. But when she opened her eyes and saw me watching, she smiled.
“Can I go to him?” I asked quietly.
She nodded instantly, her eyes soft. “Yes. Go.”
I leaned down and kissed her, a slow, grateful brush of my lips against hers.
Her smile deepened, and Jack dipped his head to kiss along her throat, still rolling his hips into her in smooth, measured strokes, before leaning over to kiss me deeply.
He pulled away, and I turned and walked over to Elliott, who was watching all of it with wide eyes and a raw hunger.
I knelt between his spread legs, my hands resting gently on his muscular thighs. “Still okay?”
He nodded, his breath shaky. “Very.”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
His eyes closed for a moment. Then he looked at me again and nodded.
I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his thigh, eyeing his hard, thick cock glistening at the tip. I wrapped my hand around him slowly and kissed the head.
He groaned, deep in his chest.
Behind me, I could still hear Jackie’s moans—rising in volume as Jack drove into her faster now, the sound of their bodies together filling the room.
I took Elliott into my mouth, inch by inch, listening to every change in his breath, every twitch of his hand as he rested it gently on the back of my head. I glanced up at him, and he was watching Jackie again.
“Fuck, she’s beautiful,” he muttered, his voice rough.
