Page 71 of Giving In

My eyes jerk open at Jake’s voice. He’s sitting on the marble coffee table, watching Chris and me, his jeans strained by his erection. I come back to reality when he gets up and takes a few steps towards us.

“Please don’t mind me. You’re welcome for finally landing you in the arms of your all-time crush.Andfor your first kiss with him.”

My eyes widen at the revelation but when Chris’ fingers grab my other breast and his lips fall on mine, my body seems to not care about Jake’s statement or the fact that he’s watching us. It doesn’t even care a little bit.

Chris pulls my head closer to his and takes further hold of my lips. I let his tongue slip through and recognize the softness and sweet taste from earlier.

“I’m sick of seeing this skirt,” Jake says in an annoyed voice. As if it’s stopping him from joining the fun.

Following orders, Chris slides his hand down my belly, unbuttons the skirt, and pushes it over my hips until it falls on its own to the floor.

“Step out, Angel,” Jake commands.

I step out of the skirt, my brain not controlling my body anymore. It only follows Jake’s orders from now on. My whole body is on fire and I can’t control my moans. Especially not when I feel two hands spreading my legs apart. It takes me a second to realize it’s not Chris’ hands. My eyes snap open mid-kiss and Chris pulls away, settling behind me again. I turn to Jake, in front of me.

How many times did the school hear of rumors of Jake and Chris sharing girls?I never thought they were true even if I’ve heard dozens of them. And now here I am, barely an hour after my first kiss, sandwiched between the two men and letting them run their hands all over me. Worst,enjoying it. Enjoying to the point that I can’t tell either of them to stop. To the point that I can barely refrain the moans forcing themselves through my lips.

“Wider.” Jake’s breath is right in my ear and Chris is nibbling at my shoulder.

I spread my legs wider, my breath coming out in pants. But when I feel Jake’s hand between my legs, I can’t help my hand from grabbing his, trying to stop him.

“Wait,” I sigh.

He presses his palm against my hot core and grabs my wrist with his other hand. “You’re soaking wet, baby. Trust me with this.”

The hand holding my wrist forces it behind me and I feel Chris take over behind my back.

Chris grabs my other wrist and holds both of them on the small of my back. It’s not too tight that I couldn’t get away if Ireallywanted to but it’s enough to stop me from grabbing Jake’s hand again.

As Chris grabs my jaw with his other hand, forcing me to crane my neck and kiss him again, I feel Jake pushing my panties to the side. I can’t control my breathing as Chris deepens his kiss, making me beg for air.

“So. Fucking. Wet,” Jake whispers as he rubs my clit with his palm. The hotness boiling inside me is making me sweat down my back. I buck my hips forward, dying for more pressure.

Chris stops kissing me and grabs my breasts one after the other again, pinching slightly and pulling at my nipples.

“Oh God,” I moan as Jake grazes my entrance with his fingertips.

The mix of his hand so close to my core and Chris’ hands on my body is bringing me so close to the edge I want to dive right in but they both keep teasing me. Bringing me close to exploding and quickly retiring.

“More,” I whimper in frustration.

I can see Jake’s satisfied smile through my half-closed lids. “More?” he asks for confirmation.

I nod my head.

“Are you gonna listen to me from now on?” As he says that his hand stops moving, and Chris’ quickly follows.

I buck my hips and arch my back, looking for more. “I will,” I mewl, desperate for their touch again.

He slowly starts moving again. One of his fingertips presses at my entrance and I almost fall from the pleasure. I would have if Chris wasn’t holding me, my legs have turned to jelly.

“You gonna be good for me?”

I try to free my wrists from Chris’ grip. I want to push Jake’s hand deeper. But Chris doesn’t let go. He tightens his grip instead.

“I–I will...Jake,” I sigh.

His thumb starts playing with my tight bundle of nerves again in the lightest touch and I want to cry from frustration. “More,” I growl in a voice I don’t recognize.

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