“That’s okay.” His eyes flicked down to my lips, and he kissed me again, his beard tickling my skin as he lingered. “Damn. I can’t believe I didn’t do this more.”
“I’m not good at it,” I whispered against his lips.
“Lies.” Sean’s lips were soft as they slanted over mine. The kiss during my orgasm had been hard, intent on silencing me and nothing else. I’d barely been able to focus on it, too busy shaking apart. Now his lips teased at mine, stroking as if memorizing the shape of them.
From this close, he smelled like me, and I remembered the wetness on his beard before. My flavor was on his tongue as it slipped inside my mouth, but I didn’t hate it. Sean’s tongue didn’t plunge or take over. It slid against mine, the ease of it loosening my muscles as my arms wrapped around his neck, wanting to touch him more.
My eyes closed as I focused on the sensations pinging through me. The tickle of his facial hair, the stroke of his thumbs along my cheeks, and the kiss that felt like it shouldn’t end.
Sean’s breath fluttered over my damp lips as he pulled back. “Never should have skipped that.”
I opened my eyes, staring into his.
“I’m not quite done worshipping you tonight, honey. You ready for me to ramp you up again?”
I was turned on, but there was a languor to it. Besides, I’d never come once with someone before. The idea of doing it twice felt too far to reach.
“Don’t worry. I paid very close attention. Took lots of notes.” He bounced his eyebrows with a smile, and I snorted. “Trust me. I just want to make you feel good.”
“Okay,” I agreed, my hands trailing up over his smooth head.
He leaned into my touch. “Fuck, honey. I love when you touch me.”
I smiled, my thumb teasing his ear, liking the way his head tilted into it.
Sean’s eyes moved past me. “You up for her playing with you, Jack?”
When he didn’t immediately answer, I turned toward him. Jack had sat up as well, his arm resting over his knee, his hand dangling. His eyebrows had drawn together, wrinkles appearing on his forehead as his eyes traced over Sean’s face as if studying him. “Sean, you—” He broke off, looking away.
“We can talk about it later,” Sean said. “Right now is for her. You ready for her to get you off?”
Jack swallowed, glancing down at his lap. “I’m okay. I’m not feeling as desperate as I was.”
My fingers trembled at his answer, and I pulled my hands away from Sean’s head. “You don’t want me to?” The idea that Jack was okay touching me but didn’t really want me to touch him made my stomach hurt.
“Are you rejecting our girl?” Sean asked, his voice deepening into something gruffer.
“No, it’s not that.” Jack’s lips pressed together.
“It’s fine,” I mumbled, my arms wrapping around my torso. In all the times I’d offered to pleasure Neil, he’d never turned me down. I thought I’d gotten pretty good at blow jobs. I hadn’t always wanted to do it, but there’d been a confidence in being able to get him off.
But Jack didn’t want me to do that.
“Hailey, wait, no.” Jack scrambled closer, his hands finding my arms, rubbing warmth back into them. “I’m sorry. I’m just all caught up in the focus being on you. You really want to do this?”
I licked my lips, meeting his eyes. “Don’t worry. It’s not like… well, like with me. I’m good at this. I’ve done it a lot.” I tried to smile, but the way he frowned wouldn’t let me.
“That’s not helping, honey,” Sean said with a sigh.
“But I—” Doubts swirled inside. I’d gotten Neil off, but it had always been Neil. “I can do this. I think I’m good at it.” Even to my own ears, I no longer sounded sure.
“That’s not in question,” Jack said, his hands shifting to cup my elbows. “It’s you, Hailey. Any way you touch me is going to be amazing for me.”
I felt a little calmer. “Then—”
“Why do you want to do this?” Jack asked. “Why do you want to get me off?”
I licked my lips, the image of making Jack orgasm a pleasant one. “Well, you were so good to me. And touching me turned you on. You got excited by me.” I stared at his chest in front ofme. Jack was ripped. It felt like a shame I hadn’t gotten to touch him.
