Reinventing Jane Porter by Dominique Adair Page A

grin in the dim light from the full moon shining outside the tent. Just enough light to see them, and it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, Noah’s head falling back as Paul leaned in to kiss his throat. Paul moved lower, drew one of Noah’s small, dark nipples into his mouth and sucked. Noah groaned, and Jessie’s sex filled, swelled, needy and wet once more. A small moan escaped her.
    “You like to watch, Jessie,” Noah said, his voice rough.
    “Yes.”
    “Will you touch yourself while you watch? I’d really love to see that. To see what makes you feel good.”
    “Oh God.”
    Paul lifted his head, smiled at her, reached out and stroked her cheek.”I’d love to see you touch yourself, Jess. Do you know how often I’ve imagined that? Do it, Jess. Do it for me.”
    His words went through her like a hot storm, and she nodded, sat up, knelt on the hard ground, her knees spread wide.
    “Just do it,” she said.
    They both smiled at her, watched with glittering eyes as she slipped a hand between her aching thighs.
    She was soaking wet again. Her fingers went right to her hard clit, stroking, sending pleasure through her in small waves. The two men turned back to each other, and Noah put his hands on Paul’s chest, pushed him down onto his back. He straddled Paul’s body, bent until his head was inches from Paul’s cock. And as he slid the swollen tip into his mouth, Paul reached out and grasped Jessie’s thigh, his hand like a brand on her skin.
    She watched, fascinated, as Noah took his own cock in his hand and began to stroke. Then he lowered his mouth, Paul’s cock sliding between his lips. He came back up, and Paul’s cock was wet with Noah’s saliva, gleaming. Jessie slipped her hand between her pussy lips, slick with her juices.
    “Come on, Noah,” Paul whispered.”Really suck it.”
    A small laugh from Noah, then he went to work, drawing Paul’s cock in between his lips, his mouth sliding, lowering, until Jessie imagined the head of Paul’s cock hitting the back of his throat. She shivered as she watched, wanting to do the same, to taste him herself.
    Paul moaned, and she plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy. Her juices dripped down her spread thighs, and desire was like a furnace in her system, heat on her skin, deep inside her as she thrust her fingers in and out.
    Paul’s hips were pumping into Noah’s mouth, his hand gripping Jessie’s thigh. She arched her hips, needing his touch.
    “Come closer, Jess,” he told her.
    She moved until her knees were pressed against Paul’s side, and he slid his hand up her thigh.

    “God, I need to touch you. Spread for me.”
    She could hear the strain in Paul’s voice, the wet sounds of Noah sucking his cock. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. And she could see Noah stroking his own hard cock, thrusting into his fisted hand.
    Then Paul’s fingers were pushing in between her pussy lips, sliding into that needy hole.
    “Ah, Paul!”
    “Is that good, baby? I want it to be good for you.”
    “It’s good…so good.”
    His fingers pushed deeper inside and his thumb went to her clit, pressing, rubbing.
    “I’m going to…I’m going to come again.”
    “Yeah, come for me. Come for us, Jess. I want to come with you.”
    She could hear the strain in his voice and knew he didn’t have long. Neither did she. It was all too intense, Paul’s hand working her mercilessly, fucking her with his fingers, pressing on her clit. And the sight of their two beautiful male bodies—Noah stroking his rigid shaft faster and faster, going down on Paul, imagining how their cocks would feel in her mouth—was making her shake all over.
    Heat pooled in her sex, her stomach, spread. She arched her hips into Paul’s hand.
    “Harder…please.”
    “Anything for you, Jess.”
    He added another finger, filling her wet pussy, pushing hard into her, grating against her G-spot.
    “Paul!”
    “Come, baby. I’m coming…coming…”
    He gasped, groaned, and