Page 52 of Saved By Two

I glance over to Jessica. Her arms tremble as she pushes herself up and sits back on her heels, kneeling on the floor, her hands on her thighs,shit.

My dick twitches, still semi-hard,what the fuck?

At this rate, I’ll be ready to go again within minutes.

I beckon her over with my finger and watch as she takes a deep breath, and I see a slight flinch. She’s still not fully recovered from her broken ribs, but she’s almost healed everywhere else—on the surface, anyway.

She moves to stand on her shaky legs and walks over to us slowly, her cheeks flushed, her expression nervous.

I stand to my full height as Noah uses a discarded top to clean himself up, even though I like the idea of my seed leaking out of him.

Jessica stops before me and tilts her head back until our eyes lock.

I grip her chin, wiping my thumb over her satin-soft lips.

“Did you enjoy watching me fuck Noah, little one?”

I love how her nostrils flare as she exhales, her pupils blown wide, both from her post-orgasmic bliss and my question.

She swallows, her voice raspy when she replies, “Yes.”

Noah moves to stand beside me, his dick, like mine, is semi-hard. Reaching out, he takes hold of Jessica’s hip, causing her to shiver.

“Are you cold, sweet girl?”

Her eyes dart between us as she pulls in a sharp breath. “No,” she replies.

“Are we making you uncomfortable?” he asks, the concern evident in his voice.

She tries to shake her head, but I still have hold of her chin, causing her eyes to move back to mine.

“Of course not. I’m…umm, it’s not that, it's… I’m—” she stutters over her reply, her cheeks glowing a beautiful crimson, her throat breaking out in a flush, and I wonder how far down that blush goes.

“She’s aroused,” I say, stepping back, still gripping her chin gently.

I make a slow appraisal, my eyes snaking down the length of her body, stopping at her bare thighs. “You look so hot in Noah’s t-shirt.”

My dick grows even harder, her scent captivating, evoking a sense of deep-rooted desire.

“I had to fuck his throat raw the first time he gave you one to wear. He knew what it would do to me, but he did it anyway. So, I had to punish him.”

Her eyebrows jump up from my words, wrinkling her brow.

I swipe my thumb over her full bottom lip. “Oh, it’s all right. I can assure you he enjoyed it.”

Her nipples are hard against the soft cotton, and I bring my free hand up and play with one between my thumb and forefinger over the cotton. We’ve been going slow, trying not to rush her into anything she’s not ready for, but when I felt her presence and saw her out of my peripheral in the doorway and then saw the desire reflected in her eyes, I wanted to test the waters. But her touching herself and us touching her are two very different things.

“If you want to stop at any time, all you have to do is say, stop, okay?”

She nods, but I let out a tsk sound, and Noah brushes his knuckle over her cheek.

“Words, sweet girl, we need you to use your words. What do you say if you want to stop?” he asks.

I pinch her nipple, and her lips part, her breathing heavier before I drop my hand back to my side, and her eyes dart between us.

She clears her throat and swallows before answering. “Stop, I say stop.”

“Good girl.”

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