Page 42 of Give Me Three

He was determined to heal from it. And that took so much strength.

Jaxon looked up when I stepped into the living room. Tonight was my night for kitchen duty, so while Zeppelin had gone to get a shower and Jaxon had escaped into the living room, I’d quickly loaded the dishwasher, cleaned the counters and the table, and prepped Jaxon’s coffee pot to brew in the morning before we all got up.

Jaxon leaned forward and gripped my hips, pulling me down to straddle his lap. I rested my hands on his shoulders, my breath catching in my throat when his thick, hard length pressed between my ass cheeks. Tugging me closer with his hands pressed into my shoulder blades, he kissed me, slipping histongue into my mouth. I moaned into the kiss, my fingers sliding up his neck to dive into his hair.

A throaty groan crawled up his throat, vibrating into my mouth, and he thrust up beneath me. I sucked in a sharp breath of air before sliding my palms down his broad chest to grip the hem of his shirt. Without a word, he raised his arms above his head, allowing me to tug the offending fabric off his body. Kissing him again, I allowed my hands to roam, sliding through the hair on his chest, my nails scraping over his flat stomach.

“Get your fucking sweats off,” he growled into my mouth.

Yes, sir.

I stood from the couch and dropped my sweats to the floor. He unsnapped his jeans and shoved them down his thighs just enough to free his thick, hard cock. My mouth salivated, but I knew what he wanted. And fuck, I wanted it, too. So damn bad.

I grabbed the lube out of the coffee table drawer before settling over his lap again. I squeezed some out over his cock and smeared it around before pressing the crown of his shaft to my hole. We both moaned as he slowly sank inside of me. My slippery hands gripped his neck, pressing our mouths together again as he slowly fucked up into me, allowing his cock to stretch me out. It burned, butfuck, it burned so damngood.

“JesusChrist,” Zeppelin rasped. I looked up at him right before Jaxon hit my prostate, making my eyes roll back in my head. Zep reached out to curl his fingers around my throat, but I managed to bat his hand away, making our man scowl at me. I hadn’t forgotten about punishing him for teasing me last week. I’d just been putting it off, letting him get comfortable with thinking I forgot about it.

“Sit down and watch me ride his cock,” I rasped before kissing Jaxon again.

Jaxon made a soft whining sound in the back of his throat before he gripped my hips, thrusting up into me every time I rolled my hips, slowly fucking myself on his cock. Zeppelin settled on the couch, leaning against the armrest to watch us. He didn’t touch himself, though I could see his cock straining in his sweats. His eyes were dark—so dark they were almost black—and his cheeks were flushed.

“Fuck, Jaxon,” I groaned, panting into his mouth when he kissed me again. His cock was brushing that sweet spot inside of me with every single thrust. My mind was blitzing. Malfunctioning. I whined and whimpered, clinging to him as my balls drew up tight. “Jax, fuck, baby. I’m gonna—I need?—”

He wrapped his fist around my length, and that was it. Just his hand touching me sent me over the edge, and I cried out, my back arching as I spilled into his fist. Jaxon moaned my name before kissing me again, both of us starved for air but not caring. He followed me over the edge, filling me up with his cum.

Zeppelin leaned forward and gripped Jaxon’s hair and the back of my neck, licking into our mouths without me and Jaxon separating. My lungs stuttered, and Jaxon made the neediest fucking sound I’d ever heard from him, his fingertips pressing into my skin so hard, I knew I’d have bruises there later.

“If that was supposed to be my punishment,” Zeppelin rasped, flicking his tongue out to taste us again, still not letting us move, “it wasn’t one. That was one of the hottest things I’ve fucking seen from you two.”

He kissed us again, and I felt Jaxon hardening again inside of me. I gasped, my fingers tightening on Jaxon’s neck. “That’s it,” Zeppelin murmured, moving to nibble at the skin of my neck, then lick a stripe up Jaxon’s Adam’s apple. Jaxonwhined. “Fuck our man, Jax baby. I’m not done watching yet.”

I groaned when Jaxon began obediently moving his hips again, slowly fucking up into me. Zeppelin pressed his body against my back, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Seeing you two together like this, so lost in each other and so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away, willneverbe a punishment, even if I can’t touch you. Remember that, baby.”

Jesus Christ.

He turned his head and began sucking at my neck, no doubt leaving a hickey. When he was satisfied, he cupped Jaxon’s cheek and leaned forward, pressing their mouths together in a dirty, hot as fuck kiss. My cock began weeping at the sight, still held in Jaxon’s wet, cum-soaked fist.

“Turn him sloppy, Jax baby,” Zeppelin murmured before pulling back and taking a seat again.

Jaxon pulled me closer, kissing me soft and slow in a way that made me want to fucking weep. I clung to him, my chest tightening with so much love for him, ithurt. “I love you,” he growled. “So fucking much, Eros.”

I cupped his face in my hands, pressing kisses all over his face as I rocked my hips in time with his slow, upward thrusts. “I love you, too,” I breathed. “So much. Probably too much.” A tear ran down my cheek, and Zeppelin leaned forward to wipe it away, bringing his thumb to his mouth afterward to suck the salty teardrop off.

“P-please,” I croaked, looking at my husband.

Without a word, Zeppelin stood and moved behind me, wrapping his arms around us both, crushing me between them. Jaxon sighed, resting his cheek beside mine as he softly moaned and came again. Zeppelin reached between us and covered Jaxon’s fist with his, slowly moving it up and down my weeping length until I was coming in their fists.

“I could watch you two all fucking night,” Zeppelin promised, his voice raspy.

I shook my head. “No more,” I croaked. “But I want a shower and cuddles.”

Jaxon hummed and rubbed his stubble-covered jaw along my cheek. “That sounds great,” he agreed. Then, he kissed my throat before lifting his mouth to Zeppelin’s for a soft, tender kiss.

I wasn’t even the one being kissed, and it still wreaked havoc on my heart.

CHAPTER 31

Jaxon

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