Page 35 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
“I think you’ve got a smart mouth.”
“You fucking love it,” Jasper teases against his lips before their mouths crash together.
Somewhere in the middle of the kiss, Roman must push inside him because Jasper’s whole body tenses, and the groan that leaves both of them echoes around the room, making it impossible to tell where one of them ends and the other begins.
“Fuck, I’ll never get over how good you feel,” Jasper mutters as he dips his head and swirls his tongue around the tip of Zeke’s cock.
The sound that spills from Zeke only makes the need between my thighs burn hotter until it borders on painful. I finally give in, letting my hand trail downward, fingers brushing over the soaked lace, and even that slight friction is enough to pull a shaky breath from my chest.
Roman catches it instantly. He fists Jasper’s hair and yanks his head back, holding him there like he wants him to see every second of what comes next. Jasper’s head falls back, lips swollen and glistening, and his dazed eyes find mine. When Zeke’s head turns, too, all three of them watch me like I’m exactly where they always wanted me.
“Atta girl,” Jasper praises, and it’s enough to push me closer to the edge. “Play with that little clit. Get it nice and swollen for us.”
“Get inside him. She’s not gonna last,” Roman growls.
Jasper coats himself in lube, lines up with Zeke, and drives in deep, burying himself to the hilt.
It doesn’t take long before they find their rhythm, and sittinghere watching them lose their minds, I realize I want to be part of it so badly it hurts.
“Fuck, this tight ass is perfect,” Jasper growls, his hands crushing Zeke’s waist like he’s about to split him open, rocking back into Roman’s cock every time he moves. “Keep touching yourself, Addie. It’s not gonna take much longer with the scent of your pussy in the air.”
Oh. Holy. Shit.
I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and start rubbing faster.
“Fuck!” Zeke roars, his body jerking as Jasper slams into him, his hand wrapped tight around his cock.
“Come for us, baby. I know you’re right fucking there.” Jasper jerks Zeke’s cock once, twice, then lets go.
Zeke comes hard, shooting across his chest and stomach, and I have to physically stop myself from crawling across the bed and licking every drop off his skin.
“I felt that… felt you fucking squeeze down just from watching him blow,” Roman growls, his hips snapping faster.
Jasper’s whole body is trembling, sweat dripping down his chest, and when his gaze finds mine, I nearly lose it.
“I’m so close,” he grits out. “You with us, Addie?”
I whimper, and my thighs tremble as I watch Jasper pull out of Zeke.
My fingers move frantically over my clit while he fucks his fist, Roman pounding into him from behind.
Roman’s hands are planted on Jasper’s shoulders, fingers digging into his sweat-slicked skin. Every inch of him is wracked with pleasure, but even when he’s blinded by lust, Roman’s eyes find mine.
It’s no longer bodies colliding on the bed.
It’s Roman and me, the way it always was, and that pull between us tightens until there’s no space left to breathe.
Slowly, Roman gives me a single nod before his mouth shapes a single, soundless word across the space between us.
Come.
There’s no fighting it.
My body answers for me, breaking wide open, like Roman reached across the room and touched me without laying a hand on me.
I twist in the chair as my orgasm hits, and a broken cry rips out of me as I grind against my fingers.
“Fuuuck,” Jasper cries as he jerks his cock faster, chasing the same edge.
