Page 33 of Keeping Sarah

I tapped Jac’s shoulder after a minute. It was another minute before he finally pulled his mouth from Deacon’s and looked up. “Yes?”

“I want in,” I said.

He grinned. “Anything you want, baby.”

“Stay in his ass but move back from his face,” I told him, feeling brazen and shameless. “I need a new place to sit.”

Jac smirked and leaned back, grabbing onto Deacon’s knees for leverage, giving me the room I needed to mount his handsome face.

But first, I leaned down and kissed Deacon, then whispered, “I want your tongue inside me.”

He reached up and grabbed my hips, positioning me right where I wanted to be, and so that I was facing Jac. Deacon dove right in, ravenous for me. He lapped at my pussy in long strokes and moaned against me, while I watched as Jac continued to pound his ass. I reached for Jac, threading my fingers into his long hair and pulling his mouth to mine to kiss. When Deacon’s long, noduled tongue finally penetrated me and found my G-spot, I shuddered and cried out in Jac’s mouth.

“Does his tongue feel as good as mine did?” he asked in a deep, mesmerizing voice.

“Yes,” fluttered out of me, and I gasped as Deacon once again stroked that sensitive spot inside of me with his tongue.

“I’ll have to try harder next time then,” Jac teased, keeping up his rhythm as he kept driving his cock into Deacon’s ass.“Can’t let him…ruin my record.”

I began to pant as my body started to fall apart. “Dunno if he could…you made me…twelve times with your tongue—"

“Are you close already?” he asked incredulously.

I could only nod.

Jac grabbed my face with both hands and pushed his tongue into my mouth, while Deacon made me erupt on his. As dawn broke, so did I. My own sounds echoed back to me through Jac’s skull, and my blood boiled in rapture. Every muscle felt light and feathery—I wasn’t sure how many times I had come since before Deacon had arrived, but it was more than any other time of my life and my body was both exhausted and exhilarated.

I did not want to stop. Ever.

I pushed Jac backward to give me the room I needed to finish off Deacon, then removed myself from Deacon’s face and turned around, only to impale myself onto his cock, which felt huge and thick with Jac’s dick still buried in his backside.

Deacon’s groans became a beastly growl, something I had never heard out of him, his expression unhinged. My pussy tightened around his cock, as several inches of his length hit every good spot inside. Framing my face in his big hands, he yanked me down to his mouth, then pressed the back of my head to keep me there. I tasted myself on him and wanted more.

My orgasm started to piggyback off the one before. He bucked up into me, but Jac kept up, and I could feel him moving behind me, fucking Deacon deeply. His hands came around and he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples, while his own cock swelled. The added pressure was more than enough to send me right over the edge.

When I came again, Deacon kept me pinned to his mouth, as though he could swallow my cries. But then he let out hisown. He came inside of me, his body jerking erratically, then he flopped his arms to the bed as he gasped for breath.

I licked his lips and kissed the tip of his nose. He grinned at me until Jac thrust up his ass once more. “Fuck, Jac, I’m so sensitive right now—"

“Good,” he grunted.

Deacon’s head dipped back into the pillows, his hands fisting into the covers as he murmured, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

I smiled down at him and said, “You will get hard for me again.Right now.”

Deacon laughed, like he didn’t believe it would happen. But his eyes became incredulous as I felt him harden again. “The fuck?”

I gave him a smug grin. “You’re welcome.” Then I rolled myself against him once more.

Jac grabbed my hips and pushed and pulled me on Deacon’s cock, right before he bit that sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I reached back for him, but my hand slipped. His shoulder was sweaty. I wondered where I had touched his tattoo—an enormous and beautiful jacaranda tree on his back that had so many names on it.

All Ladrians had a strip of hair that ran from their head and down their spines, ending over their tails. Jac’s blue hair was no different, so wherever there was not hair, there was the jacaranda tree. The piece had roots which ran down his legs. Once I had thought it was names of people he had killed. But I was concerned asking would upset him, so I asked Deacon instead. As it turned out, the tree was his family tree, the roots marked with the names of his ancestors.

Jac had never spoken of his family to me, and Deacon had explained he had a rough upbringing that involved his mother selling Jac to Deacon’s father, so I didn’t want to ask him anything about that. But I wanted to know what drove him sohard, if not his family. What had made him such a fighter? Jac was shorter than any other Ladrian male I had met, with the exception of Mock, but I didn’t think that would be enough to make Jac work as hard as he did. And he worked hard at everything—from fighting to fucking.

Those thoughts flew from my head as we bucked together and my body tensed with another orgasm. But then Jac pulled out from Deacon and left the bed.

I laid down onto Deacon’s chest, reveling in the spontaneous break, and whispered, “Where’d he go?”

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