Jack lifted his head to meet my eyes. His nose had a sheen from where it had been pressed against me, making me lick my lips, imagining licking it.
He looked back down at where I was spread open like a buffet. Then he licked from the bottom of my slit up to my clit. His tongue was firm as it stroked me, the intensity of the ache pulling tight.
“How does that feel?” Sean whispered. “He finally gave your clit the attention it was begging for, didn’t he?”
Jack’s tongue didn’t tease or slow. He stroked and swiped and nudged until my legs began to shake. I tried to writhe away from the pressure, but his hands on my thighs held me still.
“Jack.” His name came out in a moan as my head fell back and I closed my eyes. I said it again, my voice not even my own, too high-pitched, too desperate.
My eyes blinked open, and I stared up at the ceiling. The sensation was still intense, but the tightness receded into one steady throb.
Jack paused, lifting his head, his panting breaths brushing against my clit.
“You still good?” Sean asked. His hands gentled on my breasts, stroking along the undersides until he cupped them.
“Sorry,” I gasped. “I sounded so weird. My voice was—” I shook my head.
“Saying my name.” Jack’s hands shook against my thighs. He shifted to sit up. “You were saying my name.”
Sean nuzzled my head with his. “It was hot. I think you might have broken Jack’s brain.” His hands released my breasts as he shifted his weight behind me. “Come hold our girl. I haven’t tasted her yet.”
Jack nodded, shifting out from between my legs. My gaze slid down to where his shirt was unbuttoned, the partial collarbone that was visible capturing my attention.
I sat up so Sean could slip out from behind me. “Do I get to see any skin?” I flushed when they both paused to stare at me.
“Wanting to see more of us?” Sean nodded toward Jack. “Take off your shirt for her.”
Jack’s hands moved to the buttons, his fingers fumbling before he unhooked the first one, then the next, revealing his chest slowly. He had a sprinkling of dark hair between his pecs that trailed down, growing a little thicker below his belly button before disappearing into his jeans. He shrugged off his shirt, letting it slither to the floor. The sight of his flat stomach and defined abs made me remember his talk of all the time he spent in the gym.
Dark tattoos of musical notes spread in a pattern from his left hip, curling up along his side. “You have one here.” I reached for it, tracing the ink toward the waistband of his jeans and feeling him shudder under my touch. He rested back on his hands and watched my fingers brush each note, his lips parting in a rushed exhale.
“Hanging in there, Jack?” Sean asked from where he stood next to the bed.
“You haven’t tasted her yet,” Jack said, shifting his body behind me. His legs slid along the outside of mine, and he wrapped his arms around my stomach, pulling me back against him. The feeling of my bare back against his chest was different from before with Sean, and I rubbed against him, feeling his erection against my ass.
“I’m so turned on right now,” Jack murmured, gathering my hair to the side of my neck Sean had spent the most time on to free the other side to his lips. “Using my mouth on you is like a dream.” He found my hands, pulling my arms over my head like Sean had, but pressing my hands into his thick hair. “I want your hands buried here. Feel free to tug all you want.”
I slipped my fingers in, finding his scalp and scratching lightly. He groaned, sucking on my neck. Every time he groaned, my body throbbed.
“You like turning him on, don’t you, honey?” Sean asked, dragging his shirt over his head. Sean’s chest was thicker than Jack’s. He also had a lot more hair over his pecs, with a smaller trail leading down to his belly button and below. His armsflexed, the muscles shifting. His body looked strong and masculine, powerful more than fit.
He crawled onto the bed. “Shift her down a little more for me, Jack. Let her body relax into yours.” His hands guided my hips until I was lying almost flat this time. He moved my legs over Jack’s to open me more. “Perfect. Jack’s going to take a turn playing with those gorgeous breasts of yours while I devour this delicious pussy. You ready for that?”
Jack’s hands cupped my breasts, his fingers spreading over my nipples, capturing them between them in a slight pinch.
My hands tightened in his hair as my hips lifted toward Sean. Jack’s breath caught, and he pinched my breasts harder.
“That’s it,” Sean said, his fingers dancing over the top of my stomach. “I want you to move with me this time. Like something I do? Press harder into it to let me know. Use my face and mouth all you want, okay?”
I nodded, already out of breath.
Sean’s hands shifted between my legs, holding my outer labia open for him as he lowered his mouth to push his tongue inside of me. He began to thrust, long strokes of his tongue as he stared up at my face. His beard teased at my thighs, adding even more tingles. His tongue withdrew, and he hummed in his throat.
“Let’s see how our girl likes being teased.” He found my clit with his tongue and licked around it in circles. My hips tried to shift, moving for a more solid stroke that he’d reward me with before edging away to circle again.
“Sean.” His name slipped out with a whine.
“Hmm, that’s promising. You want more?” He flattened his tongue, dragging it where I wanted it, and I lifted into him, trying to close my thighs on his face and keep him there. The vibration of his chuckle had my head falling back against Jack, and I realized just how hard I’d been gripping his hair.
