Page 29 of The Order of Disorder
I’m gripped by her beauty. Her wild copper hair, those beautiful green eyes. When she leans forward and kisses me, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Because I love her.
Her soft lips and soft tongue soothe something frazzled and sharp in me. When she pulls away and turns to kiss Maze, I miss her touch—except that Maze lifts one thick hand to my hair, his thumb stroking gently, and the sensation makes my scalp prickle with heat. I lean into his touch. His hand is big and solid. Safe.
He turns to me with a slow, lopsided smile, and then he’s kissing me—deeper and rougher than Rox, his goatee scratching at my mouth in a way that somehow feels good. Masculine.
“Oh my God,” Rox giggles, running a hand up my arm. “It’s so fun to feel so close to you guys like this.” Then she’s kissing my neck, her breath hot and soft against my skin.
Hands. Warmth. Skin. Laughter.
Everything blurs.
I’m cocooned in them, in the heat and the haze of our touching and kissing, and I swear I can feel their love radiating through me like light particles through a filter. It fills me with a glowing radiance.
Maze reaches around Rox’s back and unties her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor.
“Isn’t she sexy?” he asks me, and I nod with a kind of fierce pride. She is sexy, with her small, firm tits and wide smile. Maze reaches for her, brushing fingers over her nipples, and I join him, delighting in the way her nipple hardens under my touch.
Then Rox is reaching for Maze’s T-shirt, urging him to lift it off, and soon she and I are both running our hands over his burly stomach and chest, tracing our fingernails through the dark hair.
We laugh and hush, alternately reverent and delighted. Before long, my clothes are coming off too—my shirt, then my shorts—until I’m standing in front of them completely naked, without a shred of self-consciousness. There’s only love here.
Rox slides her hands down Maze’s chest, fingers tracing the faint line of hair that disappears under his waistband. “Take this off,” she murmurs, tugging at the edge of his jeans. “I want to see all of you.”
Maze chuckles under his breath, low and fond, but there’s heat behind it too.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He unbuttons his fly with one hand, the other still resting on my waist like he’s not ready to let go. His cock springs free, hard and heavy, and Rox makes a soft, pleased sound, like she’s unwrapping a gift.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” she says, stroking her fingers up the length of him like she’s done it a hundred times but still somehow can’t believe he’s real.
I can’t look away. My mouth goes dry. My pulse skitters. For a second, I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a fire—flushed, raw, and exposed.
Rox takes Maze’s hand and leads him toward the bed. “Come on,” she says. “I want us all together.”
Maze climbs onto the mattress and stretches out with lazy confidence, cock resting against his stomach, his gaze hungry but soft.
“You too, baby,” he says, reaching for me. “Get up here.”
I climb onto the bed near his feet, and he sits up, pulling me against him with a hearty chuckle until I’m lying on top of him, his cock pressing hot and heavy against my belly.
“You’re hot as fuck,” he murmurs against my mouth. “You know that, right? Sexy fucking babe.”
I laugh, and feel Rox’s warmth behind me, kissing the back of my neck, her arms wrapping around me and finding my breasts.
“You are,” she breathes. “You’re so beautiful that it hurts to look at you.”
I don’t know where to focus, Maze or Rox. Every inch of me is lit up and buzzing, like I’ve swallowed the stars.
Rox’s fingers slide down over my hips and ass while Maze kisses me deeply, his tongue and mouth moving against mine with slow, erotic exploration. Then Rox leans in, her lips brushing my ear:
“Can I make you come again?”
My thighs clench. Heat blooms low and deep, wet and immediate. My breath hitches, and I nod.
“Yes, please,” I whisper, breathless.
She guides me onto my back, settling between my legs, while Maze props himself on one elbow and strokes my hair back from my face, watching me with a look that borders on reverence.
