North’s abs twitch as he looks down to where we’re connected, and I follow his gaze. We both watch his cock sink into me over and over again.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
“Look at you, your perfect cunt, taking every inch,” he praises, and his words do things to me, making me clench around him. He closes his eyes and groans.
Without saying another word, he leans in, laying me back on the bed and pressing his lips to mine. One hand cups my face, his thumb grazing my cheekbone, while the other grabs my throat, vividly reminding me of our first kiss and how the thumping of my heartbeat drowned out everything else. Now, I only hear the wet noises his lips make against mine and the sound of skin slapping on skin while he fucks me.
He gently pulls my head back, his lips trailing down my neck, sucking on my skin where it’s most sensitive. It’s as if he knowsexactlywhere to touch me to stimulate every nerve in my body.
“Fucking you bare is fucking heaven,” he murmurs in my ear. “Gonna need this perfect cunt every fucking day.”
His hand slides between us, his thumb circling my clit, making me tense and shudder, whimpering for him.
Fuck, I’m so close.
A moan breaks out of me, so loud I’m shocked by the volume, andI bring my hand to my mouth, covering it. North’s hand slides up, inching his fingers under my own, prying my hand away from my mouth as his fingers slide onto my tongue, pulling down lightly to keep my mouth open. “Be loud for me, baby,” he commands, his head dipping down to nibble at my neck.
“Yes, be loud for him,” comes a raspy voice from the door we did not close. We both turn to see Nash standing in the doorway, leaning with crossed arms against the doorframe.
North doesn’t even think about stopping as he continues to fuck me, his pace relentless while his thumb circles my clit. It’s almost a sensory overload—too much but just enough.
“What the fuck are you doing, Nash?” North asks, panting, eyes back on me.
“Watching my girl getting pounded. I’m fine with just watching. Please don’t make me leave.” A hint of vulnerability is hidden in his desire-laced voice, making North and me pause.
North’s thumb strokes over my bottom lip while I’m still panting, his eyes hooded. “Can you take both of us?”
I nod eagerly. I never thought that North Jones would be willing to share me in the bedroom.
His thrusts resume, slow and gentle, while his hand wanders back to my throat. “Want him to fuck your mouth, baby?” My pussy clenches around him, making him groan. “Come on, Nash. Seems like Blue needs both of us.”
If I weren’t so turned on, it would have been funny how fast naked Nash is standing on the other side of the bed, stroking his cock when I let my head fall back to look at him.
“Open,” he commands with a husky tone, and I do as I’m told while North picks up his pace again. I reach out for Nash’s cock and start to stroke him before I bring his head to my mouth, licking it. “Fuck,” he breathes out, his hand reaching out to grip my tit.
I wrap my lips around him, sucking him, and moan when North starts to pound my pussy with a vengeance, driving me up and down Nash’s cock, my nose nearly hitting his balls. I reach out to massage them and feel them draw up in time with Nash’s cursing.
I pull back, focusing on the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it, but it’s difficult to keep a rhythm while getting fucked in the best way. My body gets bounced around as North grabs my hips, using his grip to control his pace.
I swallow around Nash’s cock, and he curses, “Fuck,” before he pulls out of my mouth, and his cum lands on my cleavage.
North’s grip on my hips turns bruising, and I don’t know how much more I can take when Nash kneels beside the bed, his face coming up beside mine. He whispers in my ear, “Everything about you is perfect… your mouth, your pussy. God, I can’t wait to take your ass.” Nash lets his finger glide through his cum on my chest, circling my nipples.
The pleasure is building, and I want nothing more than to chase that feeling. My lower belly tightens, my breath catching. Then North slows his pace, dragging out the painful pleasure, and my release is excruciatingly slow as I mumble a broken version of his name.
Finally, a wave of pleasure washes over me, and I press my eyes shut, my toes curling. I can’t breathe as Nash’s hand comes to hold mine, our fingers interlaced as North continues to fuck me, placing gentle kisses all across my face while I come down from my high, exhaling hard.
North’s pace falters, his hips jolting as he grinds into me, keeping himself deep inside. He releases a strained groan, his whole body tensing as he tries to press himself even deeper, the head of his cock hitting my cervix. He drops his head back, groaning as he comes, his cock throbbing as his warmth fills me.
I wrap my legs firmly around his waist, the fingers of my left hand dragging up and down his chest while my other is still laced with Nash’s as we catch our breath.
“Good fucking girl,” North praises.
“Attagirl,” Nash whispers.
THIRTY-EIGHT
The quiet ofthe afternoon is disrupted only by the soft tapping of my fingers on the laptop keyboard. I’m home alone and back to researching options for Saylor. I wanted to do it yesterday, but we ended up spending Sunday over at Tim and Tally’s, finishing up all the remaining work. We left them with a beautiful and ready house, even helping to move and sort out all their stuff.
