I bite my lip, my heart racing as the two of them close in on me. There’s something electric in the air, something that makes my skin tingle and my breath quicken.
Ford’s fingers trace along my jawline, tilting my head to meet his gaze. “Has Matthew tasted this sweet pussy yet?”
My breath hitches, and I shake my head, feeling a rush of heat spread through my body. “No, we’ve only kissed,” I breathe softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ford’s eyes darken with lust as he leans in closer. “What restraint he has.” His lips brush against mine, teasing, before pulling away with a smirk. “His loss.”
Jacob crawls behind me, his hands sliding over my shoulders and down my arms, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “You know we’ve got you, right?” he murmurs against my ear, his voice low and full of promise.
I nod, my heart pounding as I’m caught between the two of them, their hands, their lips, the heat of their bodies pressing against mine. The world outside fades away, and all that exists is this moment.
Ford’s hands glide down to my hips, scooting me closer as his lips capture mine in a searing kiss. It’s slow and deep, filled with an intensity that leaves me breathless. Jacob’s hands, warm andfirm, slide under my shirt, caressing my skin with a gentle, yet possessive touch.
I moan into Ford’s mouth, my body arching into Jacob’s touch, craving more. Every brush of their fingers, every whisper against my skin, sends me spiraling deeper into bliss. I haven’t had any release all summer since Matthew hasn’t made a move, so I want them—want this… bad.
Ford's grip tightens on my waist as his lips trail down my neck, leaving a fire in their wake.
The room is filled with the sounds of our gasps and moans, the heat between us building with every touch, every kiss. And in that moment, I know that this is where I belong—here, with them, in this house, in this moment, in this life we’re building together.
Jacob slips my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.
Ford’s hungry gaze sweeps over my body, as he pulls back to admire the view. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
He lowers himself between my thighs, his strong hands parting my legs, and my breath catches as his fingers brush against the lace of my panties. Slowly, teasingly, he pulls them down, sliding the material over my legs, leaving me bare.
Jacob’s lips are on my shoulder now, soft and warm, as he whispers against my hot flesh. “We’re going to take such good care of you.” His words send a thrill of anticipation through me.
Ford’s hands move with that same deliberate slowness, his fingers trailing down my inner thighs until they hit my pussy once more. My breath stutters as he dips his head, his mouth so close that I can feel his breath against my skin. Then, with a slow, sensual flick of his tongue, he makes contact, and I gasp, my hips lifting off the bed as a wave of pleasure rolls through me and I press my back against Jacob.
“Oh, God,” I moan, my fingers gripping the sheets as Ford works his magic. His mouth moves with expert precision, his tongue teasing and stroking in ways that have my entire body trembling with pleasure. I can barely think, barely breathe as he brings me closer and closer to the edge, my pulse racing, my body craving a release.
Jacob’s hands never stop moving, never stop exploring. He palms my breasts, squeezing gently, and I feel his lips at the base of my neck.
When Ford finally pulls away, I’m left panting, my skin flushed and tingling with the need for more. He climbs up my body, his lips brushing mine in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on them. It’s intoxicating.
“You taste so good,” Ford growls against my mouth, his fingers sliding between my legs again, teasing me with slow strokes.
Jacob’s voice rumbles against my ear. “We’re not done yet, Pickle. Not even close.”
Ford stands, strips, and lies down, tugging me onto his lap so I’m straddling him now. He guides me down with a firm grip on my hips, his cock pressing against me, and I feel my pulse quicken, my entire body responding to the feel of him so close. He teases me, grinding against me but not entering, making me whine with need.
“Ford, please,” I whisper, my voice breaking. I don’t care how desperate I sound. I want him. I need him.
Ford’s eyes flash with amusement.
He kisses me again, slower this time, before finally freeing his grip from my hips and letting me slide down on his cock. I gasp, my fingers digging into his chest as he fills me, the stretch of him perfect.
Jacob moves beside me, his warm breath skates across my neck as he whispers, “Relax, baby.”
Ford starts moving, slow and steady, and the rhythm he sets is maddening. I’m completely at their mercy, their hands, their mouths, their bodies overwhelming me. Every thrust, every stroke, every breath leaves me more breathless, desperate for release.
Ford’s thrusts grow more urgent, and I can feel him trembling. “God, you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice rough. “You feel so fucking good.”
Jacob’s hand slides between my legs, finding my sensitive spot as Ford continues to move. I whimper, the combination of Ford deep inside me and Jacob’s touch driving me to the edge. Then Jacob’s fingers move away and I whine. Ford wraps his arms around me to hold me up as Jacob disappears.
Then he’s at my back and I feel the press of his dick as he slowly pushes into me beside Ford, filling me in ways that leave me gasping. “I don’t think I can,” I whisper.“You can and you will, Kitty. Just breathe.”
The stretch is intense, the sensation overwhelming as I’m completely filled by them.
