Page 168 of Scrum Heat

They move like a unit; not rehearsed, but instinctive, and Theo is first to break.

“I can’t,” he mutters, voice wrecked, rising from between my legs with his mouth and chin soaked in my slick. “I need to be inside her.”

He kisses up my thigh, my hip, my stomach—murmuring reverent praise between each one—before positioning himself at my entrance.

“Let me,” he breathes. “Please, Frankie; let me feel you.”

I nod, and Theo sinks in with a groan so low it vibrates through my ribs. The stretch is perfect, and I gasp, nails clawing at the table beneath me.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls. “You’re sotight. You were made for us.”

He moves slowly and intentionally, his hips grinding deep, then pulling back just enough to make me whimper. Finn groans from behind him, his hand stroking himself absently, eyes locked on the place where Theo disappears inside me.

“She’s shaking,” Finn murmurs, wrecked.

“She’sradiant,” Rory says, steady and quiet, like he’s reciting scripture. Then he shifts forward, his cock brushing my lips as he cradles my jaw with ridiculous tenderness.

“Just what you can take,” he tells me. “You’re in charge, Frankie. We follow your lead.”

Jax doesn’t say a word. His eyes are fire, focused and waiting as he watches my lips part around Rory’s cock, and my breath stutters. He’s warm, thick, and pulsing, and I wanteverything.

Theo’s rhythm turns messy as he loses himself in it. Rory’s hands move to my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my nipples as Theo’s pace stutters. He swears under his breath, and when he comes, it’s with a hoarse growl of my name, hips locked tight as he spills inside me.

He pulls out before he can lock us together, and before I can blink, Finn is moving—already between my thighs, already diving in. Rory’s cock falls from my lips with a wetpopas I lift my chin and catch sight of Finn crouching between my legs, Theo standing shakily behind him with his knotted cock held in his hand.

“Oh—ohgod,” I gasp.

“Shhh,” he murmurs, licking into me gently, reverently. “Let me clean you up, baby.”

He eats me with soft, slow laps that build fast, relentless pressure; cleaning up the mess that Theo and I made together. His nose brushes my clit, his tongue flicks and dips and circles like he knows exactly what I need, and I can barely keep my eyes open to watch him work.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Theo mutters, still sounding wrecked from his own turn.

Jax shifts again, steady as ever, and presses one hand gently to my abdomen.

“Lift your hips,” he murmurs, voice rough but careful.

I obey, muscles shaking. Rory slides back into my mouth, and I moan around him, my throat vibrating with pleasure.

Rory hisses. “Christ.”

Finn’s tongue moves in tight, perfect circles, and the hum of him—his voice, his breath—vibrates through me, and I feel the pressure building again. He slips two fingers inside and pumps them in perfect rhythm before he curls them just right, all while his mouth never leaves my clit.

And Ishatter.

Pleasure crashes through me and my whole body locks. Rory moans, pulling back just in time, stroking my cheek as he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for ten minutes straight.

“She’s so good,” he murmurs. “So fucking good.”

“She’s not done,” Jax rumbles, still cradling my hips like I’m glass he wants to break and worship in equal measure.

Finn lifts his head—lips slick, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with hunger. “You okay, baby?”

I make a broken, garbled noise somewhere betweenyesandruin me again.

He kisses my inner thigh, then my hip.

“My turn,” he says.

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