Page 12 of The Forbidden Trio

“Oh, God.”

Paul lifted his head, smiling at her. He reached out and stroked her cheek. “I want to see you touch yourself, Jess. Do you know how often I’ve imagined that? How many times I’ve gotten off to that image playing in my head? Do it, Jess. Do it for me.”

His words went through her like a hot storm, and she nodded. She sat up and knelt on the hard ground, her knees spread wide. “Just do it,” she said. “Please.”

“Do what, babe?” Noah asked.

“Touch each other. Kiss each other.”

“You want me to give him head?” Noah asked. “Because Ineedto taste him. I want to suck him while you watch, while you get yourself off, beautiful girl.”

“I’m gonna come too damn fast with you watching, sugar. With your hand on your sweet pussy, performing for us.”

Noah laughed. “Do what you need to do, babe.”

Paul grasped the back of Noah’s neck, pulling his head back until Noah was forced to look into his eyes. “I damn well will do what I need to—you know that about me.”

Oh God, was this really happening? But they were right there in front of her, touching each other, with Paul so much in command. Incredibly hot for her. How had she never known it could be like this? How could it be so good, so real? But she’d just had one of the best orgasms of her life, and the scent of come and desire was heavy in the close air of the tent. There was no denying it was real, despite the dreamlike quality of the night.

“Yes, do it, Noah. I want to watch.”

They both smiled at her, watching with glittering eyes as she slipped a hand between her aching thighs. She was soaking wet again, and her fingers went right to her hard clit, stroking, stroking, sending pleasure through her in small waves. The two men turned back to each other, and Noah put his hands on Paul’s chest, pushing him down onto his back.

“That’s how we’re going to play it?” Paul asked, laughing. “With you calling the shots?”

“Yeah, that’s how it’s coming down right now,” Noah answered. “I don’t care if you’re the top. This is for Jessie.”

“Not for me?”

“Babe, it’s always for you. And for me. That’s the beauty of it.”

He straddled Paul’s body, bending until his head was inches from Paul’s thick cock. And as he slid the swollen tip into his mouth, Paul reached out and grasped Jessie’s thigh, his hand like a brand on her skin.

She watched, fascinated, as Noah took his own swollen cock in his hand and began to stroke. Then he lowered his mouth, Paul’s rigid cock sliding between his lips. He came back up, and Paul’s shaft was wet with Noah’s saliva, gleaming. Jessie slipped her hand back between her pussy lips, slick with her juices.

“Come on, Noah,” Paul whispered. “Really suck it. Show our girl here what you can do.”

There was a small laugh from Noah, then he went to work, drawing Paul’s cock in between his lips, his mouth sliding down until Jessie imagined the head hitting the back of his throat. She shivered as she watched, wanting to do the same, to taste him herself.

To deep throat him even if the size of him choked her.

Paul moaned, and she plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy. The wetness dripped down her spread thighs, and desire was like a furnace in her system, heat on her skin, deep inside her as she thrust her fingers in, then drew them out. It almost seemed as if she could feel Noah’s mouth on her as he worked Paul’s cock, as if she could feel every sensation, whether it was hers or theirs, as if they were inexplicably joined.

Paul’s hips pumped into Noah’s mouth, his hand gripping Jessie’s thigh, his fingers digging into her flesh once more, but she loved it, loved that feeling of himpossessingher. She arched her hips, needing his touch, needing that circle of connection to them both.

“Come closer, Jess,” Paul told her, his voice rasping.

She moved until her knees were pressed against his side, and he slid his hand up her thigh.

“I need to touch you, baby. Spread for me.”

She could hear the wet sounds of Noah sucking his cock, and it made her hotter, the sound of it pleasure in itself. The scent of sex was thick in the air, and she could see Noah stroking his own hard, beautiful cock, thrusting into his fisted hand. Then Paul’s fingers were pushing in between her pussy lips, sliding into that needy hole.

“Ah, Paul!”

“Is that good, baby? I want it to be good for you.”

“It’s good… so good.”

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