Page 44 of Caged Heat

“What does this mean?” I asked. “I can’t go through this a second time.”

“You don’t have to. Come on. Let’s get some sleep, and we can talk about it in the morning.”

I bit my lip but nodded, trusting that these two men wouldn’t return, only to break my heart for good later.

Heat engulfed me, and I moved, attempting to kick the covers off as my body came into contact with a hard chest. Freezing, I tried to recall the night before and who I’d come home with. My body tensed when I remembered the bathroom intruder, only relaxing when the memory of both guys showing up filtered through.

“Shh, we’re here,” August whispered, kissing my neck.

Squinting, I could make out Jackson’s naked chest in front of me, my hand splayed across it. His hand was now covering mine in a protective gesture.

My heart rate slowed from fear as my body became aware of the fact they were both in bed with me, and then it notched back up from lust.

“This is real?” I asked, needing to hear it now that the shock had worn off.

“Yes, baby. We’re both in. I’m sorry we couldn’t figure it out sooner.”

I rolled over, placing my finger against his lips. “Stop. You’re here now; that’s all that matters. Everything else we can talk about later. But I need you to kiss me, August. I need to get the feel of that man’s hands off of me to remember this night for other reasons. Please.”

His eyes had been hesitant, but at the plea, he crumpled and gave into the desire I needed and wanted with everything in me.

August’s firm lips pressed against mine, his beard scratching my face as he kissed me. It had only been a week since the last time I’d kissed him, but it felt longer as his tongue twirled with mine, my whole body rejoicing at the return of his lips on mine.

“Yes,” I moaned, moving closer, feeling his chest against my body. I still wore the bodysuit, but my jeans had been removed. Lifting my leg over his hip, I rocked into him and felt his hardness against me. My hands clawed at his hair and back, trying to pull him closer to me.

“Now, this is how I like to be woken up,” a voice behind me said before lips landed on my shoulder. “God, I missed you, sweet Ella.”

Jackson’s hands moved around my body, his fingers pinching my nipples through the lace as he trailed them over me. I kept rocking into August as he kissed me, Jackson’s fingers roaming over me and eliciting arousal in me. Soon, I couldn’t tell whose hands were whose as ones gripped my hips and others grazed against my entrance.

“She’s dripping for us, August,” Jackson purred.

“Put that mouth to good use and make her come on your tongue. I’ve heard the stories; prove they weren’t fabricated,” August goaded, pushing me back as Jackson moved down my legs.

“Challenge accepted,” he teased. Spreading my legs, his tongue hit my clit through the slit in the next second, and I momentarily wondered if I’d hit my head and was having the best dream ever.

“Not a dream, baby. Show me how good Jackson makes you feel,” August commanded, reminding me of how much he liked watching me receive pleasure.

My hands threaded through Jackson’s hair as he licked and sucked, my body writhing on the bed as he devoured me. My legs shook as the orgasm approached, my walls clenching around his fingers. Opening my eyes, I met August’s as he stroked his monster cock, his eyes hooded as he watched me come undone. When he reached out and pinched my nipple, it was the last straw. I fell over the edge, coming all over Jackson’s face as I squirted and covered him with my cum.

“Fuck, that was hot,” August moaned, his eyes half-mast as he stared at me. “You’re so beautiful when you come, Nora.”

“She tastes fucking delicious too, man.”

“More,” I demanded, already feeling empty.

“First, we need to get you out of this top. As hot as it is, I want to feel your naked body against mine.”

Sitting up, I reached back and pushed down the zipper, turning when I couldn’t reach the last bit. August’s big fingers pulled the zipper the rest of the way, the material falling over my shoulders as I pushed it away. They both stared at my naked breasts as I pulled the now-soaking wet material away from my body.

Jackson pounced on me the second I was free, kissing me as he covered me. Pulling back, he flipped me over and pulled my hips up before he sank his cock into me. Moaning, I clutched the sheets as he pounded me, my eyes threatening to roll back with each thrust.

“Jesus fuck, I’ve missed this pussy. So fucking tight, Ella. You grip my cock so well.”

I moaned as he fucked me, agreeing with how good it felt. I glanced over, watching as August continued to stroke himself, licking his lips as he watched my tits move with the thrusts and the juncture where my pussy took Jackson’s cock.

“Watch and learn, old man,” Jackson teased.

August snorted, shaking his head. “You might have stamina; I’ll give you that. But I have patience and endurance. You’ll be snoring as I go for round two, kid.”

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