We broke apart, gasping for air, our foreheads pressed together. Dylan’s eyes were wide, blazing with something I’d never seen before.
“That was …,” he started.
I could only nod, my brain too fried for words. It felt as though a door blew open inside me, and I was standing on the threshold, terrified and exhilarated.
Faye’s hands slid over my stomach, her nails scratching lightly. “Don’t stop,” she murmured, then leaned in and pressed her lips to the side of my neck in a soft kiss. “Let’s keep going.”
Dylan understood. He looked from her to me, a new kind of determination in his eyes. He kissed me once more before he moved downward, his mouth leaving a trail of fire on my skin, heading lower with single-minded purpose.
I let him.
A growl tore from my throat as his mouth closed over me. It was a shock of wet heat, so intense it blurred my vision. My hands fisted in the sheets, then flew up to clutch at his hair. He hummed, the sound vibrating through my whole body, and he took me deeper.
“That’s it,” Faye whispered against my neck, her breath hot on my skin. “Just like that.”
She moved, swinging a leg over my head and positioning her pussy over my face as she faced Dylan. My tongue darted out, taking a swipe of her sweet juices and then sucking on her lips. “Oh god, Jase … yes,” she cried out, her hands braced on my chest for balance.
She rocked against my mouth, her movements growing more frantic. The taste of her was on my tongue as the pressure of Dylan’s mouth worked my dick. I felt his stubble scraping my thighs, the tight seal of his lips, and the way he swallowed and sucked around me.
Faye suddenly went still above me, her body tensing. “Wait,” she panted, her voice strained with need. “I want more. I want to taste Dylan too.”
Before I could process her words, she rose off of me. Dylan popped off my cock, and then we were all moving, forming a triangle on the bed, with me at the foot, my mouth where it needed to be to eat Faye’s pussy again. She and Dylan angled themselves so their bodies faced each other, allowing him to wrap his mouth around my shaft while Faye did the same to him.
We were a messy, perfect tangle.
My tongue was buried in Faye’s heat, her taste flooding my mouth. At the same time, Dylan’s mouth was a hot, wet heaven around my dick, his head bobbing at a pace that made me see stars. And the sounds he was making told me Faye had him deep in her throat.
My hand slid up Faye’s thigh, my fingers digging into her skin. She whimpered around Dylan’s cock. The whole thing was an insane, closed loop of pleasure—me getting her off, her getting him off, him getting me off. My brain couldn’t keep up.
I had to see.
I forced my eyes open and looked between us all. Dylan was right there on his side, facing me. I could see every line of his toned stomach, the way his jaw worked, and his eyes closed in concentration as he sucked me. At his crotch, I could see Faye’s face. Her cheek was pressed against his hip, her eyes were shut, and her throat worked as she took him deep.
Returning to Faye, I worked her clit with my thumb, circling the nub fast, and then leaned forward to use my mouth again. Her hips jerked against my face. A pulsing tremor hit my tongue, then another. She was coming. Her whole body clenched, and a raw, muffled scream tore out of her, choked off by Dylan’s cock in her mouth.
That did it.
I lost it.
Before I could warn Dylan, my orgasm ripped through me like a lightning bolt. I groaned as I emptied myself into his mouth. He swallowed around me, gulping me down, and then his own body locked up. A rough, broken cry shook out of him as he came down Faye’s throat.
For what felt like forever, the only sounds in the quiet room were our heavy breathing.
I rolled onto my back, my chest heaving, and stared blankly at the ceiling. Faye shifted, curling into my side and resting her head on my sweaty chest.
Dylan’s hand fumbled across the sheets. His fingers brushed my arm before sliding into my hand. I didn’t pull away. I just turned my hand and locked my digits with his, holding on tight.
Faye drew a slow, lazy circle over my pounding heart with her fingertip.
For a second, I waited for panic to hit, for my brain to start screaming that this was too much. It didn’t. I just felt worn out in the best way, with Faye breathing against my chest and Dylan’s hand locked in mine. We’d just done something we never even talked about before, and I was okay with it.
We could freak out later if we needed to, but right now, all I wanted was to fall asleep with both of them and wake up still touching them in the morning.
18
Dylan
As I began to wake,I felt someone pressed against my side, and a faint ache in my jaw from what I’d done the night before. Memories started flashing through my mind. Faye blowing Jase while I was stretched out next to him, my mouth on his cock. The stunned look in his eyes the first time I kissed him initially had me trying to take back the moment, but his shock melted into something else entirely when I kissed him a second time.
