Page 11 of The Forbidden Trio

His fingertips fluttered over her hardening clit, teasing her, and she gasped as sensation shivered through her. Then he began to massage the lips of her sex with feather-light touches. Desire danced over her skin, hot and intense. When he spread her pussy until she was wide open and planted his mouth between her thighs, sensation shot through her so hard, so hot and fast, she nearly blacked out.

“God, Paul!”

There was no soft teasing then—he went right to work. His mouth was wet, hot, commanding her body, rendering her helpless. His tongue dove into her, into that needy hole, and she moaned, her hips arching as he dug his fingers hard into her inner thighs, holding her down. The pain was a new sensation for her, and she loved the layer it added, the idea of him taking her over. Noah’s hands were still on her breasts, kneading, tugging on her nipples, driving desire higher. It was almost too much, and yet not enough, somehow. Simply knowing there were two of them touching her was overwhelming, her mind emptying. But the sensation overload drove her on, carrying her higher, and all she wanted wasthem. More. Everything.

“Noah, please. More.”

“More what? Tell me, Jessie.”

“I need… I need it harder.”

“Harder, babe?”

“I need it… I need it to hurt.”

Where had that even come from? She didn’t know, didn’t care.

“Like this?” He pinched her nipples between his fingers, and she gasped.

“Ah! Yes!”

It was almost too much, her nipples burning with sensation, her sex dripping now, and Paul lapping up her juices with his clever tongue, slipping over her opening, up her clit. Pleasure upon pleasure, her body on fire. She squirmed, on the edge already. But it was too good to come just yet. She bit her lip, trying to hold it back.

Paul paused, lifting his head for one moment. “Come on, baby. I want you to come for us.”

For us.

Oh, she was going to come any moment, despite her efforts to hold back. She’d never felt anything like this. And she wanted to see them kiss again. She wanted them to fuck her, first one, then the other. She wanted to see them fuck each other. She wanted it all.

“Come, Jessie. I want to hear you moan,” Noah said. “I want to feel you shiver. I want to hear you scream before the night’s over.”

He twisted her nipples in his fingers, bent and took her mouth with his, his tongue pushing inside. And Paul was licking her, his tongue diving inside her pussy, then flicking at her clitoris. She arched into his face. When he pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking, sucking, she came in a torrent of sensation. Exploding, burning, fire spreading through her body in sharp, stinging currents.

“Oh my God!”

She kept coming in hard, driving spasms—she couldn’t stop. Paul’s hot mouth worked mercilessly between her thighs, and Noah’s clever hands worked her nipples as he kissed her. She shuddered, pleasure pouring through her, until she was drowning in it, helpless.

When it was over, they both held her, still stroking and kissing her skin. She could smell desire in the air. Hers. Theirs. She wanted more.

“I need to see you,” she told them breathlessly. “I need to see you two together.” “Not a problem, babe.”

She could make out Noah’s slow, wicked grin in the dim light from the full moon shining outside the tent. Then Paul grinned and leaned over her body to kiss Noah’s mouth.

“Ah, I can taste her on you. So damn sweet,” Noah murmured.

Then Noah’s head fell back and Paul kissed his neck. He moved lower, kissing his way down Noah’s throat, his chest, before drawing one of Noah’s small, dark nipples into his mouth and sucking. Noah groaned, and Jessie’s sex swelled, needy and wet once more at the sight of the two beautiful men together. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. A small moan escaped her.

“You like to watch, Jessie,” Noah said, his voice rough.

“Oh, yes. You have no idea.”

“Tell us.”

“It’s… it’s something I’ve always fantasized about—seeing two guys together. There’s something so primal about it, the roughness of it, the rawness.”

“Do you have any idea how hot it is for me to hear you say that?” He gasped, his fingers burrowing in Paul’s dark hair. “Jessie, will you touch yourself while you watch?

Because I’d really love to see that. To see what makes you feel good.”

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