Page 73 of Entranced By the Basilisks

“I did,” I whisper.

“We’re going to do some scent swapping.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

Ari’s smile has a seductive edge to it. “We’ll take our time and go as far as you’re okay with. Would you rather experience us one at a time… or together?”

I swallow, nerves tighten my throat, but I haven’t come this far to shy away now. I meant what I said before, I want to be attached to both of them.

“Together,” I breathe. “I’ve just never…”

“Me either,” Jasper says, and I stare. He’s removed the dress shirt he’d worn to the club and my lips part at the sight of his defined chest. There are some scars, but they don’t detract from his beauty.

“And I’ve never done such a thing with people I’ve meant to keep,” Ari says, and I watch Jasper’s muscles tense in jealousy that he doesn’t let his face show.

My smile cracks through my nerves. “Well, at least one of us has some experience. I’d hate for us to end up in the emergency room in an ill-conceived pretzel.”

That statement seems to help the tension between the two men. Jasper snorts and Ari shakes his head in disbelief before his gaze flares hungrily.

“We go as far and do as much as you’re okay with,” Ari says. “I’m going to get my turn with your pretty pussy, and Jasper gets your mouth.”

Jasper drops his pants, and the action distracts Ari and me with the swing of his cock, already hard and sizable.

“I want her dress off,” Jasper says. His voice doesn’t hide any of the need riding him.

I shed the dress and hands help me. The next that goes is the bra. They both freeze in a satisfying way when my breasts are freed from the contraption.

Ari says something I can’t make out before pulling me bodily under his mouth.

“I’m already jealous that Jasper got to taste you first.” His hot breath tickles my wetness.

“I’m sure we can think of another first for you,” I say breathlessly.

Jasper sits beside me and guides my face to his in a kiss. It’s slow and languorous and almost makes me forget Ari’s mouth above my pussy.

I moan into Jasper’s mouth when Ari kisses my inner thigh, laughing. “That’s not what I meant by he’d take your mouth, my spark.”

Jasper breaks our kiss to glare at him.

“Don’t you want him to fuck your throat?” Ari asks me.

My blush thuds in time to my racing heart now. I lick my lips.

“You don’t need to,” Jasper says, even though he’d done the same for me. My brain flips through all the interactions I’ve had with Jasper and even when he was being cold to me, he’s never been a taker. He obviously cares deeply for Ari, yet has never let himself be in a public relationship with him.

Is there anything that Jasper lets himself have?

“I want to. Please?” I ask, sincerity bleeding into my tone.

I want to give Jasper what he won’t take.

Jasper grunts and whatever battle that’s waging in him, the side that wants to watch me take him into my mouth wins.

Jasper places pillows under my back to elevate my head and kneels. Before I can let nerves stop me, I grasp his cock and lick the heated head. His moan could rattle my bones.

“Fuck. Let me feed it to you,” he says.

Arousal is a coaxing tidal wave as he feeds me his cock deeper. It hits the back of my throat and I choke.

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