Her free hand finds my cock, wrapping around the shaft with surprising strength that makes my vision blur. Her grip tightens, desperate and greedy, stroking me with the kind of hunger that leaves no room for air or thought.
The room fills with sounds that would make a porn star blush: wet suction, ragged breathing, the slap of flesh on flesh, and beneath it all, the low, continuous hum of Jade's pleasure as Mateo devours her with the enthusiasm of a starving man at a feast.
Mateo's skills are evident in the way Jade's hips begin to buck, seeking more pressure, more friction. His hands grip her thighs with enough force to leave fingerprint bruises, spreading her wide for his assault. The sounds he makes are almost as filthy as the act itself. Appreciative groans and whispered Spanish phrases that I can't understand but whose meaning is crystal clear.
I increase the pressure on her nipple, twisting harder, and am rewarded with a full-body shudder that I feel through her hand on my cock. Her rhythm falters as Mateo's ministrations drive her closer to the edge.
"That's it," I command, my free hand moving to her throat, not squeezing, just resting there, a suggestion of control. "Let go, Jade. Show us how you come apart when you're ours."
Her body tenses, muscles locking as she teeters on the precipice, and I can feel the rapid flutter of her pulse hammering beneath my fingers. Declan's grip in her hair tightens, controlling her movements as she continues to pleasure him even through her building orgasm.
"Look at you," Declan growls, his voice gravel-rough with desire. "So fucking perfect. Taking us all so well. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked and filled and worshipped. Made to be ours."
That does it. Jade's body convulses, her spine arching off the bed like a drawn bow, a strangled scream muffled around Declan as she comes against Mateo's relentless mouth. The brutal beauty of her surrender, raw and uninhibited, nearly triggers my own release, and I have to grip the base of my cock hard enough to hurt, fighting for control.
Mateo doesn't let up, licking her through the aftershocks until she's writhing with oversensitivity, thighs quivering around his head. Only then does he rise to his knees, his cock jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls, the head glistening withpre-cum.
"Mi reina," he says reverently, his lips and chin slick with her arousal. "I need to be inside you now. Please."
Jade releases Declan with a wet, obscene sound, her chest heaving as she struggles for breath. Her skin is flushed pink from her cheeks to her breasts, a fine sheen of sweat making her glow in the lamplight.
"Yes," she manages, her voice wrecked. "Please, Mateo."
He positions himself between her legs, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. Even in his obvious desperation, he's gentle, careful not to rush her. "Okay?" he checks, always attentive.
She nods, reaching for him, pulling him down for a kiss that must let her taste herself on his tongue. As their lips meet, he pushes forward, sinking into her in one slow, steady thrust.
The sound she makes, part moan, part sob, shoots straight through me like a bullet. Her hand, still wrapped around my cock, resumes its desperate rhythm, slick with pre-cum and sweat.
Declan moves closer to her head again, and she turns to take him back into her mouth without being asked. The four of us fall into a rhythm like we were made for this. Her body the axis, and we revolve around her, orbiting, worshipping, taking what she so willingly gives.
Mateo's thrusts grow faster, harder, his usual playfulness giving way to raw animal need. Sweat beads on his forehead, muscles straining as he drives into her again andagain. "Fuck, Jade," he groans, his accent thickening with desire. "You feel amazing. So tight, so wet for us."
I watch her body respond to his words, to his movements, her skin flushing darker as a second orgasm builds. The sight of her, sandwiched between us, taking all of us at once, is enough to make me lightheaded with desire.
The tension in the room builds to an almost unbearable degree. Mateo's movements become erratic, his brow furrowed in concentration as he fights for control. The wet sound of their joining fills the room, punctuated by the slap of skin on skin.
"Come for me," he urges, his thumb finding her clit and circling it with devastating precision. "One more time. Let me feel you squeeze my cock when you come."
Her body responds immediately, inner muscles clenching around him as another orgasm rips through her with enough force to tear a guttural cry from her throat, even around Declan's length. Her hand spasms around my cock, grip so tight it borders on pain.
Mateo follows her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he empties himself inside her. For a moment, he collapses on top of her, his face buried in her neck, before carefully withdrawing and rolling to her side.
"Perfection," he murmurs, pressing fevered kisses to her shoulder, her cheek, any part of her he can reach. "Absolute fuckingperfection."
Jade's eyes find mine, glazed with pleasure but still hungry. Her hand, which had slackened during her orgasm, tightens around my cock once more in clear invitation.
I don't need to be asked twice.
I drag her onto all fours, one hand fisting in her hair, the other guiding my cock to her soaked entrance. She's already stretched from Mateo, glistening and ready, and when I push in, slow and deliberate, her body takes me like she was made for it. Tight, hot, dripping.
She moans low and rough, pushing back against me without hesitation. Every inch of her screams surrender, but not weakness. Willingness. Craving.
I bottom out with one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. The feel of her, still wet from Mateo, and now mine, is overwhelming. Should be strange. It's not. It's right. Primal. Possessive.
"Mine," I growl, gripping her hips like handles, anchoring her to me.
Then, lower, grittier, "Ours."
