“Sorry. I’m sorry.” I tried to remove my fingers.
Jack’s hands left my breasts to press over my grip, keeping it there. “Don’t you dare. I like it.”
“I’m not hurting you?” I asked, and he nipped at my neck.
“Sean must not be doing it right if you’re worrying about me.”
Sean gave a lingering lick to my clit, trying to distract me. “I’m just figuring our girl out.” He returned to the maddening circling from before.
My grip tightened on Jack’s hair again as my hips lay still.
Jack’s hands drifted down my neck, drawing out a gasp. He skimmed the sides of my breasts and down toward my hips. I shivered as he drew circles across my stomach. “Sensitive,” he murmured, his touch rising over my ribs until he cupped my breasts, holding them firmer this time.
His erection flexed against my ass, and I wriggled against it, his gasp sending more heat through me.
Sean’s circling switched to a side-to-side motion that had me seeing stars and trying to shift away. “No, you don’t,” he murmured, his head tilting until he was licking me sideways. The ache ramped up swiftly this time, making my mind blankas my body stilled, the tension inside tightening to something sharp.
“That’s it, Hailey,” Jack whispered in my ear. “You’re doing so good.”
My grip twisted in his hair, and my legs shook. I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes crossing. A small grunting sound filled my ears, drawing me back into myself. My throat felt raw. I was making that sound? What was I, a pig?
The shaking stopped. Sean’s breath brushed over my clit as he raised his head.
“Jack, give her your finger to suck.”
I blinked at Sean, but then Jack’s finger stroked over my lips, and I opened my mouth, moaning as his finger slipped inside.
Sean didn’t tease my clit this time. He switched back to the flattened tongue, nudging and stroking and building me up again.
I tongued Jack’s finger, sucking on it and listening to his breathing shift as his erection pressed against me. His hand on my breast teased my nipple with soothing passes of his palm.
Sean switched to shorter, harder strokes, and Jack’s finger muffled my grunt. Sean’s hands moved under my ass, sending tingles everywhere as he pulled me up against his mouth and away from all that delicious hardness behind me. I suddenly wished they were completely naked. What if the finger in my mouth was Jack’s erection? I nudged it with my tongue, my mouth softening around it. I began to suck harder, my saliva pooling.
The ache twisted inside of me, my hips trying to press harder against Sean’s mouth as a shiver passed through me. My body glistened, a layer of perspiration covering me and causing my back to slip on Jack’s chest. Saliva dripped out of the corner of my mouth, sliding down my chin and toward my neck.
At the realization of how I must look, my orgasm faded away.
Chapter 22
The Tenth Friday
Istopped sucking on Jack’s finger, a sound of distress slipping from my lips, and Jack jerked his finger out of my mouth. My hand left Jack’s hair to wipe at the drool on my chin, and I tried to pull away from Sean.
He sat up, releasing his grip on me to let my legs curl up toward my chest. His eyes were on my face. “You still okay, Hailey?”
I swallowed the rest of the built-up saliva, moving away from Jack’s chest so I could sit up and curl my arms around my legs.
Jack’s hand trailed over my bowed back. “Hey. Tell us what’s wrong.”
“I’m—” My voice cracked, and I took a deeper breath, trying to control my trembling.
“Don’t give up,” Sean said. “Your body wants this. I’ve got your juices soaking my beard to prove it.”
My eyes widened as I stared at the sheen there, and he smirked.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I fucking love it.”
I ducked my head to my knees. “I’m embarrassed because I was drooling,” I mumbled.
