And there’s not a single part of me that wants it to.
“Christ, Abbie,” Linc hisses as his thrusts start to become more and more erratic. “This pussy…” His breath hitches. “It was fucking made for me.”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, my orgasm still sending me into a never-ending free fall.
My face is still in Jasper’s hands, and I swear his eyes glisten, as if he’s holding back tears while he looks at me. “So beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with something raw and unguarded.
And a second later, Lincoln slams inside of me one last time before coming with my name on his lips.
His release feels like it takes forever, while somehow not being long enough. But before my body has time to relax, Lincoln’s kissing my spine and sliding out of me. He climbs off the bed, with me still on all fours between Jasper’s legs, as Beau approaches the side of the bed.
Smiling, I look up at him. “You plan on taking those off anytime soon, Saint John?”
He flashes me those damn dimples. The same ones I’ve been obsessed with since the day I met him. “I’m all about delayed gratification, Darlin’.”
“Good to know,” I reply, and then he’s ripping off his jeans.
“Slide up here a little, Abs. Straddle me,” Jasper instructs.
I’m momentarily confused, but I follow his instructions regardless. My legs straddle his as he scoots down the bed, until he’s lying almost flat.
“Kiss me,” he says, and again, I do as I’m told. Leaning down until my chest is pressed against his, I kiss him without abandon. Jasper savors the taste of his own arousal as his tongue dances with mine. I can feel his erection against my pussy as I rock against him. And without a word, his hands grab my hips, pull me forward a little bit more before pushing himself back and sinking himself inside. “Jesus, Red. I can feel you dripping all over me,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You feel so good, Jas,” I answer, my second orgasm already well on its way. “So good.”
I’m about to come already when Jasper stills inside of me, and I whine. The perpetrator himself chuckles before asking, “You want more?”
“More,” I say without question.
More.
Always more.
Beau climbs onto the bed behind me, and in one fluid movement, one that tells me this isn’t the first time the two of them have done this, Jasper lifts me off of him, and Beau takes his place.
“This fucking body.” Beau’s fingers flex against my hips. “It’s my personal heaven, Abigail. You have no idea.” He moves inside of me at a leisurely pace, one that sets my teeth on edge, because as good as it feels, it’s nowhere near enough. But before I have a chance to complain, Beau stills.
Then Jasper’s cock nudges my entrance beneath Beau.
Beau traces his fingertips down the length of my spine. “Still want more?”
For a second, I pause. Unsure if I can do this. But my desire to feel them both inside of me wins out over my nerves, and I nod.
“Say it, Red.”
“We won’t treat you like you’re made of glass, but we need to hear you say it.”
I don’t pause again. I don’t give them time to worry that I’m scared. “I still want more. I want you both.”
“So strong.” All of a sudden, Lawson’s at the edge of the bed, running his hand through my hair.
“Stay still, Darlin’. We’ll tell you when to move, okay?”
“Okay,” I say softly.
The moment Jasper pushes the head of his cock back inside of me, my eyes snap closed as the sting of the pain washes away all of the pleasure I was just feeling.
“Eyes on me, Honey,” Lawson instructs, still raking his hand through my hair.
