Page 69 of The Doctor's Truth

I moan loudly, feeling cracked open. I hug my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper until he’s in me to the hilt. I feel solid warmth at my back, and I relax into Donovan’s embrace. He sucks my neck, nibbles my ear. I run my hand up his thigh, settling into his lap. I can feel the hardness of him.

“You’re doing good, Kenzi,” he whispers to me. They’ve traded roles now—Donovan, murmuring sweetly into my ear as Jason fucks me hard, deep. Dots of pleasure explode behind my eyelids with every thrust, and I drop my head back against Donovan’s shoulder and let out loud, desperate whimpers. Just when I think I can’t possibly handle any more, I feel Donovan’s hand run down my tummy, the roughness of his bracelet brushing my skin. His fingers climb down my pelvis, between my legs, and he finds that little bundle of nerves, drumming it underneath his fingertips.

I shout. I rip into Jason’s back. I’m sure I leave marks. Jason growls against me—the three of us sliding together, one unit—and I feel him losing control—

A bolt of fear slices through me suddenly, like lightning.

Jason. No condom. Bad things happen when we have sex.

“Don’t cum in me,” I beg Jason. “Please.”

“I won’t,” he says breathlessly. “I promise.”

And I must trust him—I must really trust him—because I let myself go. I lock my legs around his hips and rut forward, riding him, humping Donovan’s hand. Sweat drips down my tits and my hair sticks to my back, but I’m so close to that perfect precipice…

My orgasm nearly blinds me.

I arch into Donovan’s fingers and explode around Jason’s cock. They caress me and kiss me as I writhe through waves of pleasure.

Here, in our little bubble, I’m free to be selfish. I’m free to want. It’s exhilarating.

I spend myself until I have nothing left to give, until I’m whimpering and the flick of Donovan’s fingers feels painful. I grip his wrist, and he slows his touch before stilling completely.

“Oh my God…” I murmur, completely blissed-out.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Jason murmurs and licks sweat from the base of my throat.

I feel the heat of him, the hardness of him. Throbbing inside. But true to his word, he doesn’t cum in me.

Instead, he says, “I’m going to pull out, okay?”

“Okay…”

He shifts between us, and when he leaves my body, I feel tremendously empty.

I grab the back of his head and dive my tongue into his mouth. He sighs against me. When I release him, Jason latches onto Donovan, as though he’s a scuba diver and we’re his only source of oxygen.

He kisses Donovan…and kisses Donovan. They fall together and don’t stop kissing. The way they kiss is messy and swoony and makes my cunt clench.

When Jason finally releases Donovan, their lips are plump and they’re short of breath.

“If you want to get inside,” Donovan says, “you’re going to have to get me something.”

“Like…a nice watch?”

Donovan gives Jason a look like he’s lost his mind. “No. Idiot. Lube.”

“Right. On it.”

Jason gets up and goes into the bathroom. He hunts around for only a moment before he comes out with a jar of Vaseline between his fingers. “Found this in the first aid kit.”

“That’ll do.”

I lie back on the stuffed pillows. I feel boneless, and spent, but my blood hums as I watch Donovan and Jason learn each other.

Jason breaks apart to pull Donovan’s pants from him. I can’t help it—my lips go dry at the sight of Donovan’s naked body. He’s sleek, toned, and the rings around his necklace look messy across his chest. Jason seems to admire it, too, because he slides his hand down the front of Donovan’s body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Jason says. He’s genuine, too; I don’t think he even notices how often these little notes of affection fall from his lips.

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