Page 78 of Our Elliana

I’m more than ready to move past it at this point.

Maybe that’s why when Noah and Jackson climb over to Elle to do as she asks, I’m right there with them. Because it’s time to get over this shit, once and for all.

THIRTY-THREE: Everyone, Everywhere, All at Once

NOAH

Experiencing how glorious it feels to have someone clamping down on my nipples is a revelation to me, one I want to pass on. So, without any further contemplation, I lay Elle flat on the bottom cushions of the lounger and do it to her left breast.

Her arm instantly bands around my head as I do, holding me in place, and I sense more than see that Jackson is doing the same with her right one. It’s such a stimulating situation to have my mouth full of her while Jackson’s face is so close to mine that I feel a tidal wave of euphoria.

She’s mewling and whimpering, and that increases my pleasure by a factor of ten because I’m seeing, hearing, tasting, and touching her all at once.

I love having these moments with her—with all of us together—so much.

Next, Tristan gets in on the action by tugging her yoga pants off her hips and legs, kissing along every exposed inch her hem reveals as he does. Methodically, he lowers them all the way past her knees, shins, and feet, taking a moment to nip at the skin beneath her butterfly ankle bracelet.

With her down to her panties, some nice boy short ones that match her neon yellow bra, he pokes his thumbs into the sides and tosses her one of his intense and heated looks. I glimpse up at her in time to see her latch onto his gaze and stare back, her eyes so liquid they could be made of melted butterscotch.

Exchanging my nibbles for occasional flicks of my tongue, I press my ear to her ribcage so I can listen to her heart. Its beats are strong, steady, and fast as I catch motion out of my peripheral vision. Tristan is removing his clothing with no fanfare, stroking his extraordinarily long shaft as soon as he’s bare.

Stepping between her thighs, he notches himself against her core, holding his length to direct it toward her. It’s mesmerizing to watch as he buries himself inside her, and I only know that he’s as far in as he can go when his mouth gapes open slightly.

Their eyes are still locked on one another’s as he begins to move, and she releases the breathiest of moans. Jackson and I have to move with them as they rock together, Tristan sliding in and out, in and out. I go from licking to nibbling again, then to suckling as the four of us stay in synch.

“I’m going to pinch that perfect pearl of yours and you’re going to come,” Tristan tells her, his focus so sacrosanct that it’s as if he feels like the two of them are all alone.

“Please,” she responds, and it’s not in agreement as much as it’s a plea. A request.

“Say that again,” he orders, his tone all guttural gruffness, and she does, her voice high and breathy.

“Please, Tristan. Mmmm. Please, please, please.”

I’m reinforced concrete hard, so hard it almost hurts, but I say nothing. I don’t want to break this hypnotic spell they’ve got going.

I register that I’m not the only one affected when the sound of Jackson unzipping himself lets me know that he’s caught up in this, too. That the sexual energy in this room is impossible to ignore.

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