leaned his head back and closed his eyes when Jackson flicked his tongue over Carter’s swollen, purple head, and licked away a drop of precum. Jackson took Carter in his mouth, hand gripping Carter’s thick shaft.
Need throbbed between my thighs, and I pinched my nipple, engrossed in the show in front of me. Carter tangled his fingers in Jackson’s hair, setting the pace, and a whimper tore from my throat.
Carter turned toward me, and his eyes opened halfway. He smirked, before his attention was snatched from me again. His hips thrust against Jackson’s face, and his breathing became a series of pants. He pushed Jackson back, his voice heavy when he spoke. “God, you’re amazing. But not like this. Not this morning, anyway. We have time.” Carter looked between us. He stood, pulled Jackson to his feet, and kissed him again, before turning to me.
“Bedroom. Now,” he barked.
I swallowed at the command and at the slickness I felt between my legs with each step I took to obey him. I paused in the doorway, unsure where to go next. Jackson stepped in front of me. Carter placed his hands on my hips, and in one swift movement pulled my top over my head and tossed it aside. Cool air caressed my scorched skin, drawing my already hard nipples into sharp nubs.
Carter’s chest met my bare skin, his cock pressing against my back. He cupped my breasts and massaged, the gentle gesture becoming hard and insistent within a few seconds. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, losing myself in the sensation and diving in deeper when he scraped his teeth along my neck.
Fingers brushed my stomach. Jackson’s, I managed to register. He undid my jeans and pushed them to floor with my panties, leaving me exposed, wet, and eager, between two mostly-dressed men.
Jackson pressed against me, trapping me. He pulled my head forward again and kissed me, tongue sliding into my mouth. The same tongue that had licked Carter, the same lips that had been wrapped around Carter’s dick just moments earlier.
Apparently I could be more turned on.
I reached for Jackson, caressed his hard-on through denim, and enjoyed the way he jerked against my touch.
Carter continued his ministrations on my nipples, cock grinding against my ass. Jackson slid his fingers between my legs and parted my wet folds, still holding me captive in a kiss.
I gasped into his mouth and bucked against his hand when he brushed my clit. The sensitive nub had swollen to the point where his first touch almost made me climax. I didn’t know which sensation to focus on, so I sank into all of them, letting the multiple touches wash over me. Climax surged quickly. “Jackson, you’re going to make me come.”
And like that, every touch stopped. Gone in an instant. Vanished from both the front and behind. I forced my attention back to Jackson, desire still pulsing hard and hot in my veins. He glanced over my shoulder, and then met my gaze and shrugged, a smile playing on his face.
Chapter Eighteen
Carter spun me to face him. He pressed his entire frame against mine. The fabric of his T-shirt and jeans against my hyper-sensitive skin sent desire—and traces of disappointment for the interrupted moment—crashing over me. He stepped into me, forcing me to retreat until my legs collided with the bed.
“Climb in the center.” His gaze locked on mine. “And lie on your back.”
“And you’ll fuck me? Drive your thick cock inside me and finally let me come?” The language was only partly for Jackson’s benefit. I was so turned on, an entire string of dirty words was queuing to escape my lips.
“God, I love how filthy you talk.” Carter scraped his palm up my chest and squeezed my breast hard enough to send a jolt of pain accompanied by need shooting straight to my sex. “But no. Middle of the bed.”
I crawled on my hands and knees to the center of the mattress, making a show of keeping my ass in the air for a couple extra seconds before rolling onto my back.
Need throbbed between my thighs, and I pinched my nipple, engrossed in the show in front of me. Carter tangled his fingers in Jackson’s hair, setting the pace, and a whimper tore from my throat.
Carter turned toward me, and his eyes opened halfway. He smirked, before his attention was snatched from me again. His hips thrust against Jackson’s face, and his breathing became a series of pants. He pushed Jackson back, his voice heavy when he spoke. “God, you’re amazing. But not like this. Not this morning, anyway. We have time.” Carter looked between us. He stood, pulled Jackson to his feet, and kissed him again, before turning to me.
“Bedroom. Now,” he barked.
I swallowed at the command and at the slickness I felt between my legs with each step I took to obey him. I paused in the doorway, unsure where to go next. Jackson stepped in front of me. Carter placed his hands on my hips, and in one swift movement pulled my top over my head and tossed it aside. Cool air caressed my scorched skin, drawing my already hard nipples into sharp nubs.
Carter’s chest met my bare skin, his cock pressing against my back. He cupped my breasts and massaged, the gentle gesture becoming hard and insistent within a few seconds. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, losing myself in the sensation and diving in deeper when he scraped his teeth along my neck.
Fingers brushed my stomach. Jackson’s, I managed to register. He undid my jeans and pushed them to floor with my panties, leaving me exposed, wet, and eager, between two mostly-dressed men.
Jackson pressed against me, trapping me. He pulled my head forward again and kissed me, tongue sliding into my mouth. The same tongue that had licked Carter, the same lips that had been wrapped around Carter’s dick just moments earlier.
Apparently I could be more turned on.
I reached for Jackson, caressed his hard-on through denim, and enjoyed the way he jerked against my touch.
Carter continued his ministrations on my nipples, cock grinding against my ass. Jackson slid his fingers between my legs and parted my wet folds, still holding me captive in a kiss.
I gasped into his mouth and bucked against his hand when he brushed my clit. The sensitive nub had swollen to the point where his first touch almost made me climax. I didn’t know which sensation to focus on, so I sank into all of them, letting the multiple touches wash over me. Climax surged quickly. “Jackson, you’re going to make me come.”
And like that, every touch stopped. Gone in an instant. Vanished from both the front and behind. I forced my attention back to Jackson, desire still pulsing hard and hot in my veins. He glanced over my shoulder, and then met my gaze and shrugged, a smile playing on his face.
Chapter Eighteen
Carter spun me to face him. He pressed his entire frame against mine. The fabric of his T-shirt and jeans against my hyper-sensitive skin sent desire—and traces of disappointment for the interrupted moment—crashing over me. He stepped into me, forcing me to retreat until my legs collided with the bed.
“Climb in the center.” His gaze locked on mine. “And lie on your back.”
“And you’ll fuck me? Drive your thick cock inside me and finally let me come?” The language was only partly for Jackson’s benefit. I was so turned on, an entire string of dirty words was queuing to escape my lips.
“God, I love how filthy you talk.” Carter scraped his palm up my chest and squeezed my breast hard enough to send a jolt of pain accompanied by need shooting straight to my sex. “But no. Middle of the bed.”
I crawled on my hands and knees to the center of the mattress, making a show of keeping my ass in the air for a couple extra seconds before rolling onto my back.
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