Calloused palms grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms over my head, erasing what would have been a seductive lip bite and replacing it with a gasp. Carter knelt above me. Holding me in place. “Don’t focus on me,” he said.
I turned my attention to the foot of the bed. Jackson stood there, stripping down to nothing, exposing his lean, wiry frame.
“Fuck, he’s sexy.” Carter growled.
Jackson’s gaze trailed over my body, leaving whispers of fire in its wake but not sating me. I didn’t know which part to play. The submissive girl Carter demanded, or the equal partner who bantered with Jackson. Though Carter didn’t seem to have any problems with what I’d done so far, and I could tell from the lust in Jackson’s eyes he was enjoying the combination as well.
I squirmed against Carter’s grip as the seconds stretched on, not trying to get away so much as needing to be touched. Carter brushed the outside of my ear with his lips. “What happened to the dirty talk?” His voice was low and gravelly.
I licked my lips and turned a seductive smile on Jackson. “If you’d wanted me tied down while you fucked me, you could have asked sooner.”
Jackson knelt between my legs. “Some things take experimentation.”
“So, helpless little me, squirming because my pussy is wet. That makes you hard?” I teased.
Jackson pushed my thighs apart, and the head of his cock hovered close enough to my skin I felt the heat. “Helpless is one thing you’re not, Pixie. But yeah, this is pretty hot.”
He glided his dick along my slit, sliding easily. Any other clever words vanished from my mind when he bumped my clit. I expected him to pull away, but the pressure increased. It wasn’t like the circling he did with his fingers. I lifted my head to see his hand wrapped around his shaft. He stroked himself, pressing his dick against my engorged sex.
My interrupted orgasm built quickly again but hovered right at the edge of climax. Jackson worked himself—and me—harder and faster, drawing out my pleasure.
The pressure on my wrists disappeared, and the weight on the mattress shifted. Carter knelt next to me, pinched one of my nipples, and rolled it between his fingers. With his other hand, he jerked off. He twisted the hard nub on my chest, and bliss rocketed through me. I cried out and arched my back. At the height of orgasm, Jackson thrust inside me, drawing me out to another peak.
I was half-aware of Carter’s movements to my side, his rough touch on my chest and on himself. Most of me fell into Jackson’s frantic rhythm. Slamming against him. The sounds and touches and all of it blending into a mind-numbing euphoria.
Carter’s panting became grunts, and seconds later, he spurted across my chest—warm, sticky, covering my breasts and stomach. I don’t know if it was the visual, or if Jackson was as lost in everything as I was, but moments later, he gripped my hips almost hard enough to bruise, and spilled inside me.
The haze in my head shifted to something new but didn’t fade, as the world returned to normal around us. I leaned my head back with a lazy smile, and relaxed against the sheets.
Carter brushed his lips over mine. “I’ll get you a washcloth.”
Jackson rolled onto the bed next to me, propped himself up on one elbow, and traced a finger down my cheek. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“No fair having that conversation without me there,” Carter yelled from the bathroom.
“He’s got a point.” I kept my voice loud enough they could both hear. “And yes. Very much so. Not just because of the super-hot sex, though.”
Carter knelt next to me again, touch gentle this time as he wiped his cum from my chest. “There’s more to life than that?”
“You’re an ass.” I laughed. “I love you both.”
“I get that.” Jackson sat, gaze flicking between me and Carter. “And I’m even falling for him, so it all works out.”
Carter stood. “Ditto for me. You know we’re late
I turned my attention to the foot of the bed. Jackson stood there, stripping down to nothing, exposing his lean, wiry frame.
“Fuck, he’s sexy.” Carter growled.
Jackson’s gaze trailed over my body, leaving whispers of fire in its wake but not sating me. I didn’t know which part to play. The submissive girl Carter demanded, or the equal partner who bantered with Jackson. Though Carter didn’t seem to have any problems with what I’d done so far, and I could tell from the lust in Jackson’s eyes he was enjoying the combination as well.
I squirmed against Carter’s grip as the seconds stretched on, not trying to get away so much as needing to be touched. Carter brushed the outside of my ear with his lips. “What happened to the dirty talk?” His voice was low and gravelly.
I licked my lips and turned a seductive smile on Jackson. “If you’d wanted me tied down while you fucked me, you could have asked sooner.”
Jackson knelt between my legs. “Some things take experimentation.”
“So, helpless little me, squirming because my pussy is wet. That makes you hard?” I teased.
Jackson pushed my thighs apart, and the head of his cock hovered close enough to my skin I felt the heat. “Helpless is one thing you’re not, Pixie. But yeah, this is pretty hot.”
He glided his dick along my slit, sliding easily. Any other clever words vanished from my mind when he bumped my clit. I expected him to pull away, but the pressure increased. It wasn’t like the circling he did with his fingers. I lifted my head to see his hand wrapped around his shaft. He stroked himself, pressing his dick against my engorged sex.
My interrupted orgasm built quickly again but hovered right at the edge of climax. Jackson worked himself—and me—harder and faster, drawing out my pleasure.
The pressure on my wrists disappeared, and the weight on the mattress shifted. Carter knelt next to me, pinched one of my nipples, and rolled it between his fingers. With his other hand, he jerked off. He twisted the hard nub on my chest, and bliss rocketed through me. I cried out and arched my back. At the height of orgasm, Jackson thrust inside me, drawing me out to another peak.
I was half-aware of Carter’s movements to my side, his rough touch on my chest and on himself. Most of me fell into Jackson’s frantic rhythm. Slamming against him. The sounds and touches and all of it blending into a mind-numbing euphoria.
Carter’s panting became grunts, and seconds later, he spurted across my chest—warm, sticky, covering my breasts and stomach. I don’t know if it was the visual, or if Jackson was as lost in everything as I was, but moments later, he gripped my hips almost hard enough to bruise, and spilled inside me.
The haze in my head shifted to something new but didn’t fade, as the world returned to normal around us. I leaned my head back with a lazy smile, and relaxed against the sheets.
Carter brushed his lips over mine. “I’ll get you a washcloth.”
Jackson rolled onto the bed next to me, propped himself up on one elbow, and traced a finger down my cheek. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“No fair having that conversation without me there,” Carter yelled from the bathroom.
“He’s got a point.” I kept my voice loud enough they could both hear. “And yes. Very much so. Not just because of the super-hot sex, though.”
Carter knelt next to me again, touch gentle this time as he wiped his cum from my chest. “There’s more to life than that?”
“You’re an ass.” I laughed. “I love you both.”
“I get that.” Jackson sat, gaze flicking between me and Carter. “And I’m even falling for him, so it all works out.”
Carter stood. “Ditto for me. You know we’re late
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