“Is…” Elliott started, catching his breath. “Is this okay?”
I bit my lip to stifle a smile. My sweet, sweet Elliott, asking permission to get a handjob from Jack, as if I would protest. He should’ve known me better than that by now.
“Yes, baby. You can touch him too,” I said softly, and Jack licked his lips in response, glancing over at Elliott.
“If you want, mate. Feels good, I promise,” Jack said with a smirk, but I could see the hope in his eyes.
Of course he wanted it. I’m sure even a straight man would want a handjob from Elliott.
Hana and I were still as we watched Elliott’s hand reach for Jack’s hard cock. His fingers finally brushed it, then took a firm grip to it, stroking it slowly.
“Oh, fuck, yes. That’s it,” Jack groaned, closing his eyes with pleasure.
Elliott looked over at me as his strokes grew quicker, matching Jack’s pace.
“That looks so fucking hot, baby,” I praised him, my pussy even more drenched now. “You can do more, if you want. Anything you want,” I said smoothly.
Hana moaned as she looked down at me. “Fuck, this is amazing,” she whispered, glancing back up at the men before working my clit with her finger.
I gasped, still watching them as I lifted Hana’s dress up and searched for her wet spot. Fuck, she was soaked. I circled her clit as I slid a finger in. We ground into each other’s hands, hips rocking faster, pleasure building with every breath.
Jack and Elliott were still watching us as they pumped each other quickly, but Jack was the first to look back at Elliott, his wicked grin returning.
“I could suck your cock,” Jack said to him casually yet breathlessly.
Elliott’s eyes flickered to Jack’s, then back to mine. I nodded, giving him more reassurance.
“Yeah,” Elliott responded, just as breathless. “Okay.”
Hana and I ground into each other quicker, as if the more the men did, the more we got turned on. I knew for me that was true.
Jack slid down to his knees, now taking his own cock in his hand as he sat in front of Elliott.
“Impressive,” Jack said, taking Elliott’s cock with his free hand, then slowly pressed his lips to the head of his cock.
Elliott immediately groaned, his head tipping back and his eyes closing.
“Fuck,” I whispered, then pushed Hana to her back as I got up and straddled her. “These two are driving me crazy,” I said, looking down at her as I ground my hips into hers.
“It’s so fucking hot,” Hana said, loud enough for them to hear.
I looked back as Jack bobbed his head over Elliott’s cock, his hands stroking them both. Elliott was gripping the chair, watching us with wide, wild eyes.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasped, and Hana’s moan joined mine as we crashed into each other, our bodies shaking with release.
The rhythm didn’t stop; Hana and I came again, and again, our eyes never leaving the men.
Elliott’s eyes flickered between us and Jack. “I’m gonna fucking explode,” he muttered, lifting his hips in sync with Jack’s rhythm.
“Do it, baby,” I praised. “It looks so fucking good.”
Elliott groaned as he watched, his primal moans intoxicating as I watched his face contort into pure pleasure as he came in Jack’s mouth.
Jack stroked himself through his own orgasm seconds later, his moans drowned beneath the rest of ours as he continued to slowly bob his head up and down on Elliott.
The room was silent besides the sound of our breaths catching and the heat of what we all just did together.
Jack sat up and wiped his mouth with his fingers, glancing at me and Hana, then up at Elliott.
“Well, that was quite exciting,” he said playfully, his dimples deepening as his eyes squared on me. “Your husband is delicious.”
Elliott let out a dazed laugh.
Hana and I joined in, both nodding.
And as we lay there, something about it all felt easy.
Something about it felt like a new beginning.
