Page 10 of The Forbidden Trio

“Come here, Jess. I need this. I need to feel you.” Paul took her in his arms and his mouth came down on hers in a hard kiss, his tongue working its way between her lips.

And it was so damn sweet and wet andreal.

He pulled her closer, until she was right up against him, his tongue moving deeper into her mouth, one arm around her waist. She could barely breathe through his kiss, and the sensation of her bare skin against his.

Then she heard Noah whisper, “Jessie,” and he was there, too, behind her now, trailing hot kisses over her bare shoulder.

She shivered, desire swarming her system, hot and primal. The gears in her brain shifted, shifted again with each touch of a hand, each press of strong male lips. It was impossible to take in what was happening in any way that made sense. She decided it didn’t have to.

Paul’s lean frame pressed against her breasts, his chest hair a little rough against her sensitized nipples, and she could hardly believe how good he felt to her. Noah’s hard, muscled body was behind her, pressing close. She was surrounded by hard, male flesh, two mouths brushing over her skin as Paul bent to trail kisses over her throat. She leaned her head back, and Noah laid soft, wet kisses down her spine. She’d never felt anything remotely like it, pleasure doubled, intense. When Noah reached around her to skim his fingertips over her breasts, she gasped, arching into his touch.

“Ah, you like that, Jessie?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Tell us what else you like,” Noah demanded.

“Yes, what do you want, Jess?” Paul asked.

“Oh, God. Everything.”

A small, wicked laugh from Noah, but he sounded pleased. Then his hands gathered her breasts, kneading the flesh, while Paul lowered his head, and covering Noah’s hands with his own, he drew one nipple into his mouth. Hot and sucking and, oh God, white-hot pleasure driving straight to her throbbing clit, deep into her sex, until she thought she could almost come just from this. Noah held her closer, and his erection pressed against the small of her back.

“Feel how hard I am for you, Jessie,” he said, his voice low, laced with need. “So damn hard. Things are about to get a little crazy here. But it’ll be a good kind of crazy.”

“Jess,” Paul took her hand and guided it down to the bulge beneath the cotton of his boxers. “I want you. I fuckingneedyou.”

She could feel the size of him, harder and thicker than she’d ever dreamed. She needed to touch him, to hold him in her hand. To slip his cock between her lips, to possess him that way. She squirmed with almost unbearable anticipation, with a hard, driving desire that barely let her breathe.

Paul stripped off his boxer shorts, then both men helped her to wriggle out of her damp panties. A hand slipped between her thighs, brushing her mound, making her cry out. She didn’t even know which one of them it was until Paul said, “I always knew you would be like this. Wet. Ready. Jesus, Jess. I need to fuck you soon. I can hardly wait.”

“I need to fuck you both,” Noah said, laughing. “I need itallto happen, and I feel like a greedy bastard, but I don’t care right now.”

“Yeah. All of it. Both of you. But let’s focus on our girl here for a while.”Our girl. What could he possibly mean by that?

Don’t read too much into it. Just enjoy the moment.

The moment was damn good as they laid her down on her back, then came together over her body, the two men leaning in, closer, closer, until their lips met. It went through her like a shock, seeing them kiss. Male lips on male lips. Then they opened to each other, and she could just make out the wet flesh of tongues, heard their quiet moans. Her sex was absolutely aching with need, and the longer she watched them kiss, the hotter she became. Just when she was sure she couldn’t stand it any longer, Noah reached down and cupped one of her breasts, using his fingers to tease the nipple into a hard point, and Paul slipped one hand between her thighs.

“Oh! God…”

“Is that good, Jess?” Paul asked. “I want it to be good for you, sugar.”

“Oh, yes. It’s good.” She could hardly speak through the desire lancing into her body. Her pussy throbbed. She needed him to really touch her, to push his fingers inside her.

She arched her hips into Paul’s hand, her breast into Noah’s.

“Our girl is needy,” Noah said, humor in his voice, but it was rough with lust, too.

“Let’s give her what she needs, then,” Paul said. “Do you want us to go down on you, Jess? Because I’ve fantasized about that for years.” He paused to lick his lips, making her shiver. “I need to know what you taste like.”

“Just do it. Please.”

Was that her own voice, so weak with desire? But she didn’t have a chance to think about it. Paul leaned in and spread her thighs wide, and she loved the sense of his command of her body, loved his strength. He kept his gaze on hers as he slowly lowered his mouth between her thighs, letting anticipation build until she thought she would scream her need. Then his long lashes lowered, and his breath was warm on her mound, the heat and the closeness and the wait making her tremble all over.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer. I can’t stand it.”

“Shh, Jess. I’m right here,” he murmured, “and I’m gonna take such good care of you. Jesus, you’re beautiful.”

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