Page 24 of The Forbidden Trio

Smiling, Paul turned to look at Jessie, his gaze hard on hers as he pushed deeper into Noah’s ass, pleasure making his eyes go dark. Then he began to spank Noah again.

She’d never seen anything like it—never heard anything like the erotic sounds of flesh hitting flesh mixed with their moans of pleasure. Her body was doing some crazy dance of desire—her pulse jumping, her sex clenching, her clit and her nipples buzzing with a need so intense she wasn’t sure she could stand to simply watch, and not touch. But it was too good, and she wasn’t about to ask them to stop. Paul’s gaze was hot on hers, his features soft, taken over by pleasure. Her breasts ached, her pussy throbbed, and she was as soaking wet as she’d ever been in her life.

“What does it feel like, Noah?” she asked him, her voice a panting breath. “I need to know. I need to hear you say it.”

“It’s like… ah…” He paused as Paul thrust deeper. “It’s like… being filled up. It’s good, so good. I’m so fucking hard. His cock is big, so it’s… hard to take. But I love it.

And the spanking just heightens it all. Ah! Paul, just fuck me. Come on.” Noah reached back and grasped Paul’s thigh with one hand, pulling him in.

“You want it hard?” Paul asked.

“Yeah. And I want our girl here. Let me make you come, Jessie.” He reached for her and she went to him, let him guide her with rough hands as he tore her soaked panties off and laid her down in front of him. He spread her thighs with one hand, and she was wet and ready for him, shaking with need as he knelt over her.

He pulled her closer. “I want to taste you,” Noah told her, stroking a hand over her mound.

Her hips arched into his touch, desire suffusing her system. She could hardly believe this was happening.

“Put your mouth on me, Noah. Please.”

He smiled, lowered his head, pulled her legs up over his shoulders, opening her to him.

“I need to touch you,” she gasped.

“Yeah, do it.”

Reaching down, she took his cock in her hand. He was all hard, velvet flesh, filling her palm. And as his tongue flicked out at her clit, sending pleasure through her in a hard, electric jolt, she caught Paul’s gaze beyond Noah’s shoulder.

His eyes were brilliant, glossy, watching her face as he pumped into Noah’s ass. And Noah gasped between her thighs, his mouth coming down on her pussy, his hot tongue lapping at her juices.

“Ah, Noah…”

She arched into his mouth, and he pulled her clit in between his lips and began to suck.

“Noah!”

He sucked harder, massaged the swollen lips of her sex with one hand, his mouth moving in rhythm with Paul’s cock pushing in and out of him. They all moved together as one being, cocks and pussy, arms and legs and hot, seeking mouths. The scent of sex was thick in the air. Jessie breathed it in, let it suffuse her, along with the pleasure arrowing into her belly, making her breasts ache, her nipples hard, her mind emptying.

Pleasure shafted deep into her body as she called his name, but it was Paul’s face that filled her mind, tight with concentration. He was so damn beautiful, exquisite as she watched the pleasure in his expression, his brows drawn, his gaze hard on hers. She could feel the push and pull of his hips pumping into Noah, that tempo against her clit as Noah licked and sucked while she stroked his hard cock. Then Noah thrust harder into her palm, and Paul sped up, his hips slamming into Noah’s ass. Desire was like a flame, that sharp, that keen, pouring through her veins like lava. Some part of her lust-fogged brain knew she was in total overload, but she didn’t care—she’d never felt anything this good in her life. In moments she came into Noah’s mouth in hot, shattering spasms, his clever tongue driving her on.

She cried out, burying her hand in Noah’s soft, pale hair. When she looked up, she found Paul’s gaze still fastened on hers as he groaned, shuddering all over. His eyes fluttered closed for one moment as he began to come with her, then they opened once more to stare into her face. She fell into those beautiful blue eyes, into them coming together, her climax driven hard simply by him watching her, by seeing the pleasure in his face as he came.

She was still shivering with the last of her orgasm when Noah came into her fisted hand, moaning against her pussy, his mouth still hot between her thighs. The sounds of his pleasure and his tongue still working her made her sex clench once more, another climax rippling through her in waves, softer this time, yet still as intense, making her body clench and twist under him.

Finally, they all collapsed, arms and legs tangled, her hands in Noah’s hair, Paul’s arm looped across Noah’s body, resting on her stomach. They were all panting, covered in sweat. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the lovely buzzing in her system and the image of Paul’s heated gaze branded in her mind, that incredible sensation of them coming together.

She would never forget it—could never forget him and this amazing feeling of physical and mental connection. Emotional connection.

She didn’t want to remember that this would be over so soon, but she couldn’t block out the small voice in the back of her mind. Even with Noah involved, every moment they spent together naked and touching each other drew her closer to Paul, made her need him more. Made her heart ache for him.

Only one more night.

They had one more night in Lake Tahoe. One more night of this time outside reality—a reality that was much too harsh for her to think about now, with their bodies so close she could feel their pulses beating together.

She tried to hold back the image of her going home alone to her apartment, but she couldn’t do it. Her heart lurched in her chest. She lifted Paul’s hand from her belly, drew it up to cover her heart as though he could hold it in, keep it safe.

How could she feel so wonderful and so awful at the same time?

She wouldn’t trade this experience for anything. Except being able to call Paulhers.

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