Page 67 of Ensnared
His eyes are glazed with pleasure, and I know he’s on the edge. This is new for him, too, as well as for Jack. I wonder if they ever dreamt they’d be doing this together.
Then I look back at Jack, who’s stretched in front of me like an offering, his body so delicious I want to lick all of him. But I know what he’ll appreciate the most. I open my mouth and swallow his cock without warning.
Jack cries out, his hips lifting. “Oh, fuck!”
I take in as much as I can and hold the root of him firmly with my hand. A touch of Ty’s warm palm alerts me to his presence, then he’s right behind me, his cock notched at my opening. I’m wet and aching, but still he goes slow, letting me get used to his thickness. He fills me up so well, I rock my hips back to get more of him. With a strained laugh, he immobilizes my hips, gripping me so I stay in place.
I pop Jack’s cock out of my mouth and glance at Ty again. “Fast, okay?” My words are breathy, barely coherent. “I need you fast.”
He jerks his head down in a nod, then draws out. A second later, he slams forward, seating himself fully inside me. I moan around Jack’s cock and suck him deeper. Ty sets a quick rhythm of long, powerful strokes that drag over my sensitive walls with such perfection, I’m seeing stars. Jack’s hand finds my hair, and he tugs lightly, telling me how fast, how deep to take him. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced with him—he’s so far gone, he’s taking what he wants from me.
Then I glance to the side to find Aiden watching us, his right hand working his long cock. With his left, he cups his balls. He meets my gaze and groans, throwing his head back. Even from a distance, I feel how close he is to coming, and it’s a rush like no other. I take Jack quicker, harder, knowing Aiden is watching every move I make.
Jack’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Oh fuck, Skye, I’m gonna blow. Baby, let go, I’m gonna…”
But I don’t release him. Instead, I suck him deep once more, then run my tongue over the underside of his veined dick. I take his cockhead between my lips and suck it hard. Ty slams inside me from behind, and I moan at the sensation.
“Skye!”
Jack climaxes, and I swallow down every drop of his come, relishing my power over him. He shudders with a groan, so I release him and lick my lips. I look at Aiden—he’s gone unnaturally still, his gaze feral. He saw every little move I made, and I justknowhe wants to join us. But he won’t. He’s not ready. He will be, just not yet.
I smile at him, enjoying the knowledge and the anticipation. He glowers at me, but the hand on his cock doesn’t stop.
Fuck, he’s hot.
Jack sits up, his eyes hazy with pleasure. Then he lifts me so I’m flush between him and Ty. “Thank you,” he murmurs. He kisses me, his tongue sliding over mine. I wonder if he tastes himself on my tongue. He looks over my shoulder at Ty. “Hold her.”
Ty’s arms band across my chest and my stomach, and the angle of his thrusts changes completely. He’s hitting that wonderful place inside me with every swift stroke, and we’re so close I feel all of him. He hits the end of me, and I melt against him, already on the verge of another orgasm.
“Look at him,” Jack demands.
It takes me a second to realize he means Aiden. I obey, my gaze drawn to him. His eyes burn bright, and his hips are rocking slightly, as though he can’t stay still any longer.
Ty’s lips land on my neck, then his teeth graze the sensitive skin there, and I cry out, overwhelmed. Jack is there for me, kissing me and caressing my skin, his touch a counterpoint to Ty’s rough, quick thrusts. Then Jack slips his fingers down my belly and runs them over my slick clit. I can no longer control my movements, held as I am between him and Ty, but I try anyway, undulating my hips.
“That’s it,” Jack coaxes me. “Come for us.”
Ty’s movements stutter behind me, and he increases his rhythm. “Skye,” he pants. “Ah, fuck, I’m close.”
His cock swells impossibly inside me, filling me up so well, and it takes just one more push. I fall into my climax, a scream tearing itself from my throat. I don’t close my eyes. Incredible pleasure shoots through me, but I keep my gaze on Aiden. He’s watching me, transfixed. Ty slams into me once more and comes, shuddering, and Jack prolongs my orgasm by sucking on my nipples.
Then Aiden climaxes, his head thrown back, the tendons in his neck straining as he roars his pleasure. His hips surge up, and he’s gripping his cock so tightly, it must surely hurt—but he just groans, blissed-out and spent.
Ty gently lays me down and retreats, then disappears into the bathroom to clean off. He returns with a washcloth and hands it to me. I lie limp on Aiden’s bed, my arms too heavy to move.
“Gods,” I mutter. “You’ve broken me.”
Jack chuckles from beside me. “Nah. We’ll give you a break, and then we can all go again.”
Aiden stands, looming above us. He whips off his t-shirt and wipes himself off, then tugs up his underwear and jeans with jerky movements. “Excuse me,” he says, then disappears into the bathroom.
I lift myself on my elbows and stare at the closed door. “What just happened?”
Ty drags a lazy hand over my abdomen, his fingertips dipping into my navel. “Eh, just give him time. He needs to reboot.”
“Yeah, we probably blew his mind with all the hot sex stuff, and his CPU’s overloading.” Jack sniggers.
“Ooh, look at you, using fancy computer speak,” I tease, giggling.
