“Is that all?” Jack’s hand paused on my back. “Would it help to know I nearly came from the way your mouth sucked on my finger?”
Sean laughed. “Imagining her mouth somewhere else?”
A blow job seemed much simpler. I lifted my head. “I can—”
“No, honey,” Sean said. When I would have looked away, he gripped my chin, tilting my face toward him. “I can see you love to give, and maybe we’ll try that soon, but we’re not done giving to you, okay?”
“We’re nowhere near done,” Jack said, shifting down the bed. “Her taste is starting to fade from my tongue. I’m tagging in again.”
“Can’t have that.” Sean scooted near the wall. His arms opened. “Come snuggle, honey. We’ll give you a break to recover if that’s what you want.” When I shifted closer to him, his arms curled around my still-huddled form.
I took in the room that I was too preoccupied to look at before. Jack’s bed didn’t have a headboard or a footboard. The gray bedspread was twisted and wrinkled under us and probably damp like Sean’s beard. I cringed inside.
Other than the bed, there was a plain white dresser in the room, no mirror, and a matching nightstand near his bed.Besides a couple of bookshelves and a TV set up in the corner, there was nothing else on the walls except for a calendar that was from the prior year.
Sean kissed the top of my head. “Looks like a bachelor pad, doesn’t it?”
“Don’t start.” Jack leaned back on his elbows, one of his hands landing on my foot, his fingers curling around it. His hair stuck up from the way I’d been gripping it, making my stomach swirl.
His gaze drifted around the room. “I guess I could do a bit more with the space.”
Sean snorted. “Like buy a new calendar.”
I smiled at his teasing, some of my tension fading.
“I liked the picture,” Jack said. It was of a piano in front of a window where the outside swirled with snow and ice, something almost fantasy-like in the design.
“It’s nice,” I agreed, my arms loosening. I straightened the leg he wasn’t touching so it rested near Sean’s. Jack’s fingers moved from the top of my foot to my ankle, and my breath caught.
“There she is,” Sean breathed out, his hand stroking down my arm to curl across my torso, tucked under my breasts. “Your body is a miracle, Hailey. Nothing it does is going to put us off. We just want you to feel good. You’ve been feeling that, right? Tell me you’ve lost yourself at least a little.”
My head found its place in the curve of his shoulder. “It felt good. Really good, but also almost too intense at times. Like I could—” I broke off, flushing.
“Like you could come,” Sean said. “I think you’re talking yourself out of orgasming.”
Jack made a noise of agreement. “Let us know when you’re ready for more.”
I hesitated. “Are you sure—”
“We still want to touch you, honey. I’m tempted to arm wrestle Jack to be the one to stay between your legs.”
“No deal. It’s my turn.” Jack leaned toward me, brushing a kiss over my bent knee.
My breath caught as I stared into his eyes. He kissed the same spot, watching my lips part in a shaky exhale, then sat up. “I think I want to kiss all over these legs. How did I miss doing that?” He urged my leg to straighten with the other one, moving toward my feet.
Sean stroked my side. “Would you like that, Hailey? Can Jack worship those gorgeous legs of yours?”
Jack’s hand had found my foot again, brushing over the top as he watched me, waiting for permission.
“Yes,” I said.
His fingers danced over my arch as his head dipped, going for my ankle. He kissed the skin there, trailing his lips up my leg. I wished it hadn’t been days since I’d last shaved.
“Overthinking again,” Sean murmured, his other hand cupping my breast. “Is this okay, honey? I think some distraction will help.”
I nodded, forcing my body to relax. Jack had found my knee again, and I sucked in a breath. He continued kissing it, watchingmy face. When his lips grazed the inner curve, my body clenched.
“There it is,” he murmured, kissing me there again before sucking lightly on the skin. Heat shot through me, higher than my knee.
