“Christ, she’s tight,” Ash breathed out. “I knew this ass would be sweet, but this is unbelievable.” Ash came to a stop, fully embedded. He leaned over her back, nuzzling against her neck, giving her time to adjust to the sensation of having two cocks buried in her at once.
“What do I do?” Bethany whispered. “I mean, what am I supposed to do? I feel like I can’t even move, that if I do, I’ll come apart.”
Jace cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb in a soothing manner over her cheekbone. “You don’t have to do a single thing, baby. We’ll do all the work. I just want you to relax and enjoy the ride.”
“Okay,” she breathed. “I can do that.”
Ash eased back, causing her pussy to ripple over Jace’s cock. He clenched his jaw, inhaling through his nose as he fought off his release. Then Ash pushed forward, gentle and slow. Bethany moaned and leaned farther into Jace, her breasts nearly touching his chest.
Jace dropped his hands to her waist, curled his fingers underneath her ass and lifted slightly, arching up as he lifted. Soon, he and Ash found a rhythm they were well used to and they took turns, thrusting and retreating.
“Never imagined this,” she said in a strained voice. “It was never this good before.”
Ash chuckled. “Told you, sweetheart. You’ve been fucking the wrong men.”
She stiffened momentarily and Jace wanted to kick Ash’s ass for bringing up what was evidently a tender subject for her. But then, what woman wanted to be reminded of the other men she’d slept with while she was fucking someone else? For that matter, the very last thing Jace wanted was to be reminded of the other men who’d possessed Bethany first.
Jace lifted his head and took her mouth, kissing her deeply, mimicking his dick planting itself deep in her pussy. He curled his hand around her nape, tangling in her hair as he anchored her against his mouth, deepening his possession. He wanted to be as deep inside her in as many ways possible. Mouth, tongue, dick. He wanted inside her and not just physically.
Her mouth moved up and down over his as Ash put more force into his thrusts. She gasped every time Ash bottomed out, the soft sigh escaping into Jace’s mouth. He swallowed them up, sucking in the air she breathed.
His balls ached, his dick was engorged and rigid, ready to dive deep and explode. He fought it, wanting her with him, wanting to ensure she received pleasure before he took his.
Ash’s hands slid around between her and Jace, cupping and molding her breasts. He tweaked at the nipples and her kiss became more urgent against Jace’s mouth. She wiggled and bucked, as much as she was able, stuffed full of two huge dicks. Jace knew she was close because she’d gone unbelievably wet, enabling him to thrust more easily.
“It hurts,” she moaned. “But God, it feels so good.”
“Hell yes, it does,” Ash agreed.
Jace refused to leave her mouth long enough to say anything. He reclaimed it the minute she went silent and arched upward, planting himself to the balls.
“Jace,” she whispered, his name swallowed up.
But Jace had heard it and a surge of triumph scorched through his veins, sending him spiraling over the edge. She hadn’t called Ash’s name in the heat of passion. She’d called his.
“Going to come,” he gritted out. “With me, baby. Let go now.”
Her hands that had been firmly pressed to his chest suddenly left his skin and then dove into his hair, tightly fisting the strands. She returned his kiss, nearly savage as she took his mouth every bit as hard as he’d taken hers.
Breathless, frantic, hot. Their tongues rolled and clashed, their lips arching and molding against each other.
Her cry was sharp, echoing across the room. Her head flew back, her breasts arched forward. She closed her eyes and let out another cry as she went liquid around him, her release catapulting Jace to his own.
He followed her, his own cry mixing with hers. He vaguely heard Ash’s growl and then the entire bed shook as Ash pounded into her ass, forcing her forward onto Jace’s chest.
Jace caught her, wrapping his arms tightly around her, holding her as Ash drove into her over and over. She nuzzled into his neck and hung on to him as if she feared falling. And then Ash went still, his face showing agonizing strain. He leaned over, his chest pressed against Bethany’s back, and the three lay there, quiet, shaking, still quivering in the aftermath of explosive orgasms.
Holy fuck but Jace felt turned inside out. He’d come so hard, it had felt as though every ounce of liquid in his body had been ejaculated into that condom. He’d never resented a condom so much in his life. He wanted to come inside Bethany. Feel her squeezing every drop of semen from his cock.
He reached up for a lock of hair, toying idly with it as he attempted to regain control of his shattered senses. He wasn’t sure what the fuck had gone on here exactly. All he knew was that Bethany was a complete game changer.
She lay over his chest, sandwiched between the two men. Her eyes were closed and her chest heaved as she struggled for breath. Ash uttered a groan and then finally levered up, pressed a kiss to Bethany’s shoulder and then he slipped from her ass, alleviating the intense pressure around Jace’s cock, which was still buried in Bethany’s pussy.
She moaned softly and Jace immediately wrapped his arms around her, covering the bare expanse of her back now that Ash was gone.
“I’m wasted,” Ash said. “Long day, long evening. I’m going to leave you two to it and crash in the other bedroom.”
Jace nodded, relieved. Ash never did stay after. He never slept with the women. He fucked them and then left them to Jace. Not that Jace typically indulged in cuddle time either, but he at least shared a bed with their partners afterward.
But he made no move to separate himself from Bethany. He liked the feel of her surrounding him. He was still hard even after the mind-numbing orgasm, and he also knew he should pull out soon before the condom leaked or broke under the strain, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not yet. He wanted a few more moments of her in his arms, her limp, warm body cuddled sweetly into his.
She stirred against him and he stroked her hair, kissing her forehead as she fluttered around him. God, but she was making him even harder.
“Need to take care of the condom,” he said.
When she would have lifted herself off him, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled so she was beneath him. Then he eased from her pussy, regretting every inch he lost of her.
Her eyes were a mixture of sleepy and confused, almost as if she couldn’t quite process what had just taken place. That made two of them. He had no idea what the hell had happened. He could safely say he’d never felt so . . . possessive . . . over a woman, much less one he’d only met a few hours ago and one he knew nothing about.
It was a situation he’d remedy immediately.