Instead of having to grimly force himself to allow Jack to win, he goaded Jack to earn it. And yet the hard, twisting grapple didn’t increase. It turned slow. Lingering. He blinked into Jack’s face. Jack looked as surprised at it as he did.
Beckett unlocked the grip of his thighs around Jack’s hips and set his feet on the mattress, bucking up into Jack. It wasn’t as sensuous as the way Arden did it, with that supple , quicksilver way he had of working his lithe muscles, but for Beckett? Yeah. It was.
Pretty fucking sensuous.
He did it again, with a taunting smirk. Couldn’t quite bring himself to let go of Jack completely. Kept a hand in his thick hair. But the other hand, he ran down Jack’s chest teasingly.
Jack sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, his stomach hollowing under Beckett’s touch.
Beckett caught a brief glimpse of Arden’s wide eyes and that aroused flush, at the way Arden was quivering towards them. Good.
He bucked his hips again, made as if to throw Jack off, and Jack shoved himself down, their pelvises crashing together in a way that would have scared Arden. Beckett loved it, though. He loved the way that Jack covered him, fought for his wrists, went for his hip to try and flip him.
Beckett leaned up and bit at Jack’s jaw. “You ain’t getting me on my belly tonight,” he said. “Gonna have to take it best you can on top.”
Jack had a preference for rutting himself to completion between Beckett’s thighs or, if Beckett permitted it, his cheeks. Beckett liked the latter far too much, in his own estimation.
“Fine by me,” Jack said.
It was a preference, but like Beckett, Jack would take anything. So long as he was straining to get it.
He rested his weight hard onto Beckett, trying to force him clean through the bed to the floor, it felt like, and kissed Beckett hard on the mouth. He smiled, waiting until Beckett’s lips curved against his in response before he lifted his head, held Beckett’s gaze with his black, fiery eyes for a shivery second, then looked up at Arden. “Come on down here,” Jack said. “If you want.”
“No, no,” Arden said. “I like the view from up here, thank you. It’s lovely.”
“Hasn’t got his sketchbook out, has he?” Beckett asked, grabbing a double handful of Jack’s arse and squeezing hard enough to make Jack jolt.
“Not today,” Arden said. “What a good idea, though.”
Jack was shaking faintly. Trying to control it, but he must be at the very edge of his limits and yet here he was, checking in with Arden.
Maybe Arden would like this for himself. Maybe he’d just like to watch.
They had time to work it all out, to find out and explore.
But now, it was time to get things moving.
He slid his hands lasciviously over Jack’s round arse, lifted the cheeks, separated them, and?—
There we go.
Jack snarled and fucked against him, hard. His cock dragged forcefully over Beckett’s groin and stomach.
That was all it took. First pump of his hips set him right off.
He pressed his chest to Beckett’s, pushing him down. He shoved his arms up and under Beckett’s shoulders, curling over the tops for better leverage to pull him in even as he thrust down. He stared down at Beckett unblinkingly, hips working fast and furious.
Beckett grunted as the air was shoved out of his chest. He struggled about a bit, and not only for show. Jack wasn’t the onlyone who needed to get off here. He managed to shift himself about to get his own cock closer to Jack’s, then he pushed at Jack’s thigh.
“Lift,” he choked out. “Get up a bit, come on, Jack, let me—yeah. Yeah.” He got his hand between them, got their cocks snugged up nice and tight to each other, and…and thatwasn’ta gasp when Jack snatched his hand out and slammed it beside his head, leaning his weight into the wrist and immobilising it.
Sounded like a gasp.
Wasn’t.
Jack drew his hips back and fucked against him again and oh.Oh. That was it. That was what he needed. What Jack needed.
Arden was panting lightly somewhere behind him, his breath pitching quicker and higher, telling Beckett that he liked what he saw well enough, even before Jack flicked his gaze up, stared at Arden for a second, and gave a filthy smile when Arden choked and made a sound like he was coming again.
