Jax is circling Aurora’s clit while Reece fucks her. Our girl’s face is contorted in ecstasy—eyes half-lidded, mouth parted. I’m stroking Jackson’s length, slick with lube as he thrusts into my fist and grinds his ass on my bare cock.
Do I stop? Do I add lube to my dick for a smoother glide? We haven’t been in this position. What is the proper etiquette here?
He doesn’t appear to want me to stop, and I don’t want to. He has a beautiful, firm ass, and the way it flexes with each thrust has my mind racing with possibilities.
I release him to grab the lube, and he groans in disappointment. I apply a generous amount to my palm and fist my length, getting it nice and slick. I return my hand to him, cupping and massaging his balls. He pushes back, and I slide my wet cock between his cheeks.
He freezes, and I hesitate, unsure if I’ve crossed a line.
I don’t want him to be repulsed by me. I also don’t want him to believe I’m disgusted by anything about him—that’s far from the truth—or that I’m avoiding any part of him.
He glances over his shoulder, his pupils blown wide, his breath ragged. “Don’t stop.”
My heart hammers, my voice dropping an octave. “Is that okay?”
“Hell yeah.” That’s all he says before returning his focus to Aurora.
We’re pretty terrible at communicating—verbally.
I stroke him, twisting my wrist at the tip, and slide my length along his ass. He groans, and his cock jerks in my hand.
We establish a rhythm, grinding against each other. The tight, wet friction is exquisite torture, each rock of my hips a plea for release.
Reece and Jax work Aurora’s body in tandem. Her cries grow louder, her pleasure fueling my own, and I thrust harder along Jackson’s ass, dangerously close to the edge.
I can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to push inside him—to have that tight heat wrapped around me. The fantasy makes my dick throb.
Would it be any different from fucking Aurora?
The mental image of Jax taking my cock is maddening. I can almost feel his ass clenching around me as I claim him inch by inch until he’s gasping my name like a prayer.
Fuck—if I keep thinking this way, I won’t last much longer.
A shuddering moan tears from Aurora’s throat, rising in pitch until she shatters. Reece growls something I can’t make out and continues rutting into her, the headboard tapping the wall.
My balls tighten, and I slow my pace, not wanting to finish yet. I curl my fingers tighter around Jackson’s cock and work him with quick, deliberate strokes while sucking and biting his neck.
His hips buck, and he turns his head, seeking my mouth. I capture his lips in an urgent kiss, swallowing his moans.
While our tongues entangle, I slide my free hand from under the pillow to grip his throat. I clutch him to me and thrust against his ass. We’re so close, we’re practically one.
“Ethan,” he whimpers into my mouth. “I want you.”
“You have me, baby boy.” My brain fully processes his words, and my rhythm falters as wildfire dances over my skin. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip. “I want you inside me.”
I lose my breath and nearly come right then and there. I might have—a little bit. “Fuck…” I was not prepared for this. I’ve had anal sex. It’s not as if I’m clueless, but what do I do with him after? Do we take a bath? Is that weird?
Plus, I’m so close. It’d be embarrassing to nut before I’m even fully inside him.
He bites my lip again. “Stop thinking. Do you like my ass?”
The way he asks—half teasing, half desperate—sends a heady rush of blood straight to my dick.
I pull back and roll my hips, letting him feel my entire length. “I do. I fucking love it. You got me dreaming about fucking you.”
His lips spread into a smug smile. “Do it.”
