In one swift motion, he’s inside me, and I collapse in his arms.
Holy shit.
His cock curves perfectly, hitting my spot with each long, deep stroke. Not one thrust is off. It’s entirely intentional. He’s bruising my ass and squeezing my throat, making me gasp and whine uncontrollably as he moves so fucking deliberately. His name rolls off my tongue, along with a slew of curse words. I don’t even think to care about anyone nearby hearing me.
I almost hope they do.
I’m flinching and holding on, on the verge of my release when I notice the windows.
Frosted over.
I can’t even think straight. God, how does he have me seeing shit? I blink as lights fill my vision, as I try to hold back my next scream.
My exhale is suddenly visible in the air.
And Nick is standing on this side of the locked door.
If I had any control over my body, I would have jumped at the surprise. I would question how in the fuck he got inside. However, Nick appears wholly pleased, the crooked smirk on his lips making me sink further into this web of pleasure.
I suddenly don’t care how he got in.
Jax’s mouth curls against my throat as if he can sense his brother’s presence in the room. “Right on time,” he muses.
Nick glances at the camera in the corner, apparently notices the red light missing, and begins walking toward us. On his way, he pulls down a nearby chair, swings it out to face us, and takes a seat.
I’m trying to keep my eyes from rolling back as I hang onto Jax, as I hug my legs around him. My knees hike, and somehow, it makes me weaker.
Nick doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
I haven’t felt this vulnerable in forever. Exposed. Watched. Entirely perceived and on display. In the back of my mind, a small part of me is saying to not look so much like a fish out of water, but the way Nick is looking at me… the way Jax is fucking me…
I can’t bring myself to even attempt to look composed.
I’m floundering.
“You’re stunning, angel,” Nick says.
My eyes widen as they land on him sitting in the chair, his cock now in his hand.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Jax lifts his head and kisses me. “Do you see how sexy you are? How much you drive the two of us mad?”
I bite my lip, whimpering and nodding. “Uh huh,” I pathetically manage.
“Stop hesitating, love,” Jax whispers. “You can come for us.”
I’m shaking, trembling, as I realize I am holding back. I clench Jax tighter, orgasm on the verge of toppling over. Nick continues to stroke himself, his eyes dark as he watches me. His tongue runs over his lips, chin casting down. Shadows swarm his features, and like yesterday, I swear I see a glint of silver in his hair.
Jax’s teeth rake against my throat. Pointed and sharp.Cold. The temperature and pain send my whole body erupting into chills. It feels like something breaks over my head, like a shimmering warmth coaxing me toward that end…
And the moment I see precum spill over Nick’s dick, I’m pushed over the edge.
I quiver and fold, and Jax holds me through it as he reaches his own climax. He curses into my neck, fingers indented in my ass, and I feel him release inside of me with onedeepstroke that nearly brings me undone again.
I’m struggling to catch my breath, mouth agape. Jax presses his hand to my cheek, kissing me softly as he pulls out.
“Okay?” he asks.
