Page 79 of Our Elliana

Tristan’s hand goes to her center just like he promised, and his thrusts become more forceful. He lifts one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, and this alters his trajectory, which has Elle keening nonstop now.

Jackson changes his strategy so he’s working her nipple ring with his finger and thumb, his mouth going to the side of her neck as he makes audible sucking noises. His hand is also stroking himself, keeping his motions in the same rhythm as Tristan and Elle.

And I can no longer take it. Even though I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone before, I lower my sweatpants and pull myself out, rubbing my erection just like Jackson is.

“Strip,” Elle shouts, and for a minute I’m confused, wondering why she’s commanding Tristan to undress when he’s already naked. Then, as Jackson obeys her, I add up two and two and get four.

Oh.

Jackson already has his jeans and briefs off, his shirt halfway up his torso by the time I drop my sweats, but that’s okay. This isn’t a race. And once I’m as nude as everyone else, I lean up Elle’s body to kiss her right on the mouth. When she commences to scream, I sit back to watch her orgasm, my hand still cupping the breast I’ve been fondling as I nip at the shell of her ear.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes,” she hollers, and I quit touching myself because if I don’t, I’m going to climax too soon. And by too soon I mean right now.

This is so freaking hot. Too hot.

“Oh, fuck, Tristan. I’m going to come again,” she gasps, and Tristan only nods.

“You go right ahead, beautiful. Squeeze this cock for all it’s worth.”

Tristan pumps more energetically than ever, upping his game rather than easing back, his thumb pinching her pearl piercing just as rough as I know she likes. And more swiftly than I would’ve imagined, he has her climaxing again. This one goes on forever, for hours, it feels like, and it’s so much that I have to glance away.

As her moans quiet into hums, I see Tristan’s body locking up from head to toe, and as he arches his spine and freezes in a single forward advance, I know he must be coming. My suspicion is confirmed when he groans low and deep, and the sound does something to me.

I want to hear it again, just like I want to hear Elle. I want to hear everyone’s pleasure all at the same time. Jackson, like me, has ceased stroking himself. Maybe he’s having a similar issue with control. He continues to cup her opposite breast, though, when Elle and Tristan lean their heads toward each other.

As they kiss, Jackson and I hold on, and I feel Tristan’s defined pecks pressed against the back of my hand. I think his chest is making contact with Jackson as well, which means we’re all touching, all united.

All one.

I adore this. I’ve never felt such a deep sense of understanding, elation, and togetherness in my life.

Tristan gradually pulls back from her, their lips making a sound of parting as he does. Then, he carefully and gently disengages from her.

And that’s when Elle tells me to do something that makes my jaw drop to the floor.

“All right, Noah. You next. I want you inside me. Then, Jackson. I want all of you tonight.”

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