I pulled back just enough to respond. “She is.”
Then I took him deeper.
Elliott’s hips jerked slightly, and his hand tightened in my hair, but he was still careful. Still asking permission with every movement, even in silence.
I moaned around him, letting the vibrations buzz through his length. He let out a shuddering breath, and I felt his whole body stiffen.
“Fuck, Hana,” he groaned.
I peeked back to the couch just in time to see Jackie grabbing at Jack’s back, her mouth open on another cry, her whole body arched as another orgasm took her over. Jack held her close, murmuring something into her neck I couldn’t hear.
I could feel Elliott’s pulse throbbing beneath my lips, his breathing growing shallower, more ragged. He was so close.
But I wanted more.
I slowly pulled my mouth from him, licking my lips, and looked up at him. His eyes were heavy, his chest rising fast beneath the hem of his T-shirt.
“Can I be on top of you?” I whispered.
He blinked at me, seeming startled at first, but then he nodded. “Yes. Please.”
I turned slightly, glancing over my shoulder. Jackie was beginning to straddle Jack, her body slick with sweat, her hair wild. Her ass looked fucking amazing from this view.
Her eyes met mine.
“Still good?” I asked softly.
She knew what I meant. She smiled, small and breathless, and nodded. “Yes. Fuck him.”
I moved quickly, straddling Elliott’s hips as he lay back on the couch, his cock hard and waiting. I braced my hands on his chest, looking down at him.
I reached between us, guided him to my entrance, and sank down slowly. We both groaned at the same time—his hands gripping my hips, mine braced on his chest as I adjusted to the stretch.
I rolled my hips gently, then glanced over at Jackie.Shewas in control, her body gliding down onto his cock with a soft moan.
Jack groaned, gripping her thighs. “Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart.”
The room was thick with heat and the sound of soft moans.
I started to move, riding Elliott’s cock, my hands pressed against his chest. His eyes flickered between me and Jackie, like he needed to keep watching her to keep going.
I bent down to kiss him, our mouths meeting in a slow, tender kiss that turned hotter by the second. His hands roamed up my back, holding me close as I ground against him, using every inch of friction between us.
Behind me, Jackie’s rhythm was picking up again, her breathless moans blending with Jack’s, her hands pressed to his chest.
It was chaotic, intimate, and so fucking hot.
I never wanted it to end.
7
Jackie
Isank down onto Jack’s cock, still warm and aching from the way he’d just fucked me minutes ago—but I wasn’t done. Not even close.
He filled me perfectly, and the moment I started to move, his hands gripped my thighs and he let out a deep, satisfied groan.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he muttered.
