I lose track of time. There’s only the white-hot flare of sensation, her tongue and lips, Jesse’s rolling rhythm, the harmony of shudder and moan and need.
Then Jesse reaches around and finds her clit, pinching just as she yanks me in with the hook of her tongue, and I damn near come right there.
The explosion of sound from her, guttural, animal, fuck-drunk, is enough to send tremors through my whole body. I hold on to her hair, steadying myself, but I can’t keep from bucking, letting her use me however she needs.
Marshall groans, his fingers digging prints into her hips, and Jesse’s arms flex, anchoring her while she splinters and comes so hard the floor shakes beneath us.
My own orgasm edges close, a slow rolling freight train I know I can’t stop. I pull back, but she chases after, hungry, lips and teeth and slick heat.
Damn, she’s perfect, a drug I’d let ruin me. I want to see her swallow me down, want to own the bliss she wrings from me.
Marshall’s watching, clutching hold of his own rock-hard cock, pupils blown wide, mouth slack, rolling his wrist while his other hand teases lazy circles over her hip. Sweat and heat and a riot of need, all of it wound tight in me until I’m sure I’ll split open too.
She pulls off me with a gasp, and my cock glides out, wet and throbbing against her cheek. She’s looking up at me, eyes glassy and savage, lips swollen from work.
She doesn’t move, just breathes, mouth open, full of me and Jesse and the taste of her own skin. Then she leans in, suckles the tip of me, and grins wickedly. She wants to see me undone.
Jesse’s pace is breaking down, hips jerking with staccato urgency. He’s louder now, voice all gravel and worship, and I watch him bend over her back, graze teeth on her neck, bite down hard enough to shake a curse word under his breath, the kind that means “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
He loses himself buried in her, and the sound and sight of it destroys what little restraint I have left.
She’s grinding between us, insatiable, her whole body tensing as Jesse comes, driving so deep I worry she’ll break in two.
The aftershocks make her writhe, make us all a little wild—she claws at the small of my back and pulls me forward until I’m almost straddling her, and Jesse is still moving slow, shallow, savoring what’s left.
Every thrust between her lips brings me closer to the edge.
I can’t… fuck, I can’t remember a single thing about how I got here, just the tightening coil and the salt sweat in my eyes and her mouth… her mouth, dragging me under.
When I finally lose it, it’s with a snarl, fingers locked in her hair as I spill across her tongue, as I hear her swallow me down and moan for more.
She digs her heel into the floor to get leverage, shuddering between us.
When Jesse pulls out, spent, Marshall’s already on his knees, sliding in behind her. He grabs her hips with both hands, urgent and possessive, and pulls her back onto him so hard her breath hitches.
I’m still pulsing, sensitive, half-collapsed by the wall, but I can’t take my eyes off her, off the way Marshall needs her so damn desperately. He pushes into her without hesitation, every move so raw I can almost see the electricity ripple along his skin.
She takes it, all of it, groaning through her open lips, her jaw still slack from me.
Jesse drops beside her, completely wrung out. I like seeing him this way. Messy, undone, the cocky bastard brought low by the same need that’s eating me alive.
He reaches up, cages her face, and kisses her hard. I know he’s tasting the mix of all of us on her tongue. The sight makes my head spin.
Marshall is relentless, hands locked tight around her hips, pulling her against him with a brute rhythm that has the whole room rocking.
Every thrust is a statement, an apology, a yes. It’s always been his currency. He tells you what he means by giving everything, by letting you have all of him.
I barely register my own hand moving. My palm drags down my stomach, sticky and sore, and I want to laugh, or cry, or wreck everything.
Instead, I crawl forward, every inch of skin desperate for her.
Marshall drags her back so hard her knees fumble under her, and she gasps, a perfect little mewl that sets my jaw clenching. She’s shaking now, every nerve gone live, but she doesn’t tell him to stop.
He wants her to break, and she wants to let him break her.
I settle in front of her, cradle her chin, and lick the sweat from her temple. Her eyes snap open, and the look in them devastates me.
She could ask me for anything in that moment, and I’d give it, no matter how ugly or hard she made it.
