Page 106 of Push My Buttons
Jace's hands tighten on my hips, guiding my movements as his tongue works magic between my thighs. I can't help the small sounds that escape me—half-gasps, half-moans that seem to spur him on.
"That's it," he murmurs against me when I roll my hips, seeking more pressure. "Use my mouth. Take what you need."
His words send another surge of heat through me. I begin to move more deliberately, grinding against his tongue, chasing the pleasure that's building rapidly. Jace groans, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that makes me shiver.
"He loves that," Theo says, now completely naked and stroking himself as he watches us. "Look at him. He'd stay down there for hours if you let him."
As if to prove Theo's point, Jace redoubles his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly over my clit before dipping lower to tease my entrance. I cry out, the sound louder and clearer than I expected.
"Yes," Jace murmurs against me, his voice muffled but audible. "Let me hear you. I want to hear what I do to you."
His tongue pushes inside me, then withdraws to circle my clit again. The pattern is maddening, bringing me close to the edge but never quite enough to push me over. I whimper, my hips moving more insistently against his mouth.
"Tell him what you need," Theo encourages, moving closer. His hand slides up my back, a warm, steadying presence.
"More," I gasp, the word rough but clear. "Please, Jace."
Jace responds immediately, his tongue pressing more firmly against my clit while one hand leaves my hip. A moment later, I feel his finger teasing my entrance, then pushing slowly inside. The dual sensation makes me moan, my head falling back as pleasure builds.
"Another," I manage to say, rocking against his face with increasing urgency.
He complies, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching me deliciously as his tongue continues its relentless attention to my clit. The combination is overwhelming, pushing me rapidly toward climax.
"Look at you," Theo murmurs, his hand now in my hair, gently tilting my face toward his. "So fucking beautiful when you're about to come."
His words, combined with Jace's skilled mouth and fingers, send me tumbling over the edge. I cry out, my body clenching around Jace's fingers as waves of pleasure crash through me. He doesn't let up, his tongue continuing to work against me, drawing out my orgasm until I'm trembling and oversensitive.
Only then does he allow me to lift away, his face glistening with evidence of my pleasure. His eyes are dark with desire, his breathing ragged.
"I could do that all night," he says, his voice rough with want. "Just to hear those sounds you make."
Theo helps me shift to lie beside Jace, my body still quivering with aftershocks. But instead of giving me time to recover, they exchange a look that makes my pulse quicken again.
"We're not done," Theo says, his smile playful but his eyes serious. "Not even close."
Jace sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning down to kiss me. I taste myself on his lips, the intimacy of it making me shiver.
"Turn over," he instructs when he breaks the kiss. "On your hands and knees."
The command sends a fresh wave of heat through me. Normally, I might challenge him, might assert my own control again. But tonight, after everything that's happened, there's something freeing about surrendering to them. About letting them take care of me, pleasure me, worship me in the way they've been begging to.
I roll onto my stomach, then push up onto my hands and knees. The position makes me feel exposed, vulnerable, but the hungry looks on their faces erase any self-consciousness.
"Perfect," Jace murmurs, his hand trailing down my spine. "So fucking perfect."
Theo moves to kneel in front of me, his cock level with my face. He doesn't push, doesn't demand—just waits, his hand gently stroking my cheek.
"May I?" he asks, his voice soft with reverence.
I nod, opening my mouth in invitation. He guides himself between my lips, groaning as I take him in. Behind me, I feel Jace's hands on my hips, positioning me. His cock slides between my folds, teasing but not entering, spreading the wetness there.
"So wet for us," he says, his voice tight with restraint. "Always so ready."
I moan around Theo's length, the vibration making him curse softly. His hand tangles in my hair being mindful of my stitches, not controlling but connecting, grounding me as Jace continues to tease me from behind.
"I need to be inside you," Jace says, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Need to feel you around me."
He pushes forward slowly, filling me inch by exquisite inch until he's fully seated. The stretch is delicious, making me moan again around Theo, who responds with a gentle thrust of his own.
