“Please, please,” Amelia chanted, and Jordan’s body hardened.
“Please what?” Monica asked, slowing her pace. “Please fuck you harder, or please can I suck Mr. Wayne’s cock?”
“Yes,” Amelia hissed out.
“That’s not an answer, sweet girl. But we can give you both,” Monica teased. “In fact, didn’t Mr. Wayne say he wanted to feel how well I was fucking you?”
Jordan cursed, dropping his head on Amelia’s. He let his breath rush out of him so he could slow his heartrate, but it spiked when he heard Amelia’s broken plea.
“Don’t deny her, Mr. Monroe. She’s been such a good—” Monica’s words were cut off by a whimper.
“Jordan,” Amelia whispered his name. It was soft and quiet and just for them. He wondered if that’s how she’d whisper it in the mornings when he was waking her up, and something inside of him cracked open. He wanted more, but he would settle for just tonight.
He would savor every second, every moment, and every subtle shift in her breath and the way she felt against his body.
“Mr. Monroe,” Monica taunted. “Give her what you both want.”
Jordan lifted his head, taking in how beautiful she looked in her uninhibited pleasure. He groaned, leaning back on the chaise and gripped his cock.
Amelia licked her lips and pre-cum spilled, eager for her to lick him up. “Come here, Melia. Let me feel what Monica’s doing to you.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Amelia was on him, wrapping her lips around his cock, making little content noises that had black spots dancing in his vision. He gripped her hair, and she moaned around him.
“Fuck me.” He surged his hips up to get deeper into her mouth. She took him with ease, and he could feel the climax he was trying to beat back barrel through all his barriers like a runaway train.
Amelia suctioned his tip, her cheeks hollowing out while her hands stroked his base. She kept her eyes glued to his. There was a wicked gleam that should have scared him, and maybe on some level it did. It let him know that she had all the control here. Even Monica’s rhythm was changing. Her groans and moans got louder and breathier the faster she fucked Amelia who met her thrust for thrust.
The rhythm and the vibrations built in the atmosphere, causing the air to grow thick. He could smell the sex filling the room, feeling all three of their needs filling in the spaces between them. It coated his skin, making him sweat under the dim lighting. He barely remembered there were others in the room with them, watching them. His focus was solely on the two women who were moving in sync to completely fuck him up in the best way.
Jordan had all types of sex before. He’d been to plenty of play parties and even had a steady friends-with-benefits situation at one time that let him explore more with couple swapping and group play. He could count on one hand the experiences that had left a lasting impression on him, and this one blew them all out of the water.
That’s because it’s Amelia.
“Shit,” Monica stumbled, and he felt rather than heard Amelia’s own moan.
“Oh, fuck!” It felt like he’d been hit with an electric shock. He tried to hold back on his climax as he watched Amelia move her hips back and forth against the strap. Her own eyes rolling as Monica peppered her with praise as her climax tore through her.
Jordan held out as long as he could, pulling Amelia off him to ease his need to cum in her mouth. He would not rush Monica. She had been the perfect addition to this night, and he hoped she enjoyed herself as much as he enjoyed her help with Amelia. He also wanted to make sure Amelia got another climax before he ever found his release.
“That’s cheating,” Amelia whispered, glaring at him. “I wanted to win our bet.”
Jordan chuckled. As soon as Monica eased out of Amelia, he was hauling her up on to his lap. His cock nestled in between her legs. His release was coming at him fast, but he gritted his teeth, holding off as long as he could. “Guide me inside of you, slowly.”
Jordan’s breath hitched when she wrapped her hands around him. She hovered over his lap, lining him up at her entrance. He kept his gaze fixated on her face, wanting to see the moment he first felt her.
Her eyes widened, and her head fell forward against his. “Jordan, I….” He kissed her.
“Open up for me, Melia. You can take me. Take your time.” He groaned, feeling her body open up for him. Their breath mingled together with need, and unspoken words hung in the air as she took her time, pulling him into her. It was torturous, deliciously so. He could die right now, and he’d be a happy man, knowing what it felt like to have her body accept him.
“Ge…ohh. You’re too thick.” Amelia’s head reared back on a moan.
Jordan’s chuckle was pained. Those words hit his ego in the best way, but he knew she could take him. “Just breathe, baby. I can feel you stretching around me.” He kissed her jaw.
He felt Monica close in on them. “Lift up for me.” He eased back to give her room. Monica kissed a path across Amelia’s neck. It was then that he noticed the marking on her neck. He’d sucked on her neck earlier in the evening, not realizing he was giving her a hickey.
A low rumble vibrated through him. He wanted to leave more marks on her body. It was juvenile at worst, primitive at best. His cock twitched in someone’s hand at the idea of Amelia bearing something that told world she was his.
It was just one more thing for him to savor about tonight.
