Chapter 55 Jayden
JAYDEN
Eli didn’t want to leave.
That’s the only part of last night he didn’t like. So, I’m going to fix it.
Or at least that was my intention when I told Finley to go put his jersey on.
Then she came out—hair loose, fluffed around her shoulders, the marks I left on her thighs peeking from beneath the hem of Eli’s top—and now I’m a fucking mess.
I want this to be good. For her. For him. I want to give them something they can’t shake, something they’ll crave as badly as I crave them.
“Relax, Hotshot,” Finley says softly, arms winding around my neck, her body warm against mine.
But how the hell am I supposed to relax when Eli is watching us like that? His stare is a physical thing, trailing over the rake of my hands on her thighs, over the jersey that still smells like him stretched tight across her body.
“Kiss me, honey,” she murmurs, mouth skimming my ear like she knows exactly what it does to me. “I want it to drive him as crazy as he makes us feel.”
Fuck. Me.
This woman never stops surprising me.
Her lips trail down my neck, open-mouthed and hungry, while her fingers weave through my hair. A sharp nip to that spot behind my ear rips a shudder through me. My hands clamp on her ass like I need her soft flesh to anchor me when my insides feel like chaos.
This is new for me too. I’ve never done anything like this. Never wanted to. But Eli is watching, Finley is purring into my neck, and I want to give them everything.
I want to be their everything.
“How are you so calm?” I whisper, voice rough against her cheek.
“Because I want this. I want you to take me like this, for Elijah to see.”
“Fuuuck, Fin—”
“Mmm… You’re gonna make me feel so good, JJ.”
The confidence in her voice is as sexy as the sound she makes when I lift her onto my lap, her thighs bracketing my hips. Neck bared, she offers me her throat, and I take it. Teeth grazing, tongue tasting, until she’s grinding on my cock like she can’t help herself.
I glance over her shoulder.
Eli hasn’t moved. His jaw is tight. Hands fisted as he leans forward, elbows on his knees, stare locked on us as though we are the only things that exist in his universe. And goddamn it’s the best fucking feeling in the world.
It twists something deep in me—want and need and something I can’t name—so I fist Finley’s hair, tugging her head back until her chest arches and her mouth parts on a sharp gasp. Eli leans forward a fraction more, his gaze dragging from my hand in her hair to my mouth on her throat.
Fuck, for the first time in ever, I’m alive.
When I finally kiss Finley, it’s hard… messy. Tongues tangling while she rocks on my lap. Her fingers knot in my hair, yanking like she needs me closer, like she wants to crawl inside my skin.
I want it too. Yearn to have her—the most loved, most important… perfect part of him—living inside me. I want him inside me.
“Can you feel him watching us?” Finley whispers raggedly against my cheek. “I can and I like it, Jayden. The way your body feels… the way his stare is eating us up. You feel it, don’t you?”
Oh, I feel it.
It’s everywhere. Buzzing on my skin, in my chest, throbbing in my cock. Eli watching me. Me watching him watch us.
My hands roam up Finley’s back, across the sides of her tits. My thumbs drag over her nipples through the thin fabric of Eli’s jersey, and she whimpers into my mouth.
“Oh God,” she gasps when I roll her peaks tighter between my thumb and finger.
“I told you, baby,” I rasp, thrusting up into her, grinding against her heat until my balls ache. “There’s only three of us in this. There’s no room for him between us.”
Tracing my hands down her body, I palm her ass, bearing her down on my cock until the friction has both of us breathing ragged. I need inside her so bad my teeth hurt.
Finley yanks my sweater and t-shirt over my head, lips dragging over every inch of skin she exposes. I hoist her up on her knees so Eli can see my hand cup her pussy, fingers pressing through the soaked fabric of her lace underwear.
His groan threads through her moan when I push my thumb over her clit. The sound punches through me like a drug, hazing everything until it’s just us. Just this.
“Jayden,” she pleads, trembling when I slide my thumb under her panties.
“What do you want, Fin? My fingers… my mouth? My cock?” I nip her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, until she’s babbling, begging, rocking into my hand.
“Please… Jayden, please… fuck me. Show him how good you make me feel.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. Her wish is my command.
“Get up,” I order, voice rough with need as I lift her off my lap. “Turn around and bend over, brace yourself on the glass.”
Finley faces Eli as she bends over the coffee table. The hem of his jersey rides up as she stretches forward, palms flat on the glass. Their eyes lock, and goddamn, the tension between them burns through the air like a fuse.
I spread her legs, my palms dragging up her thighs, thumbs circling the curve of her ass before I peel her panties down.
“Feet,” I growl, smacking her ass lightly so she steps out of them. I rub the sting away with my thumb. “Good girl.”
The praise soaks through her folds. Glistening on the top of her thighs as I drag the panties through her slit, collecting her juices before tossing them into Eli’s lap.
He grips them tight, eyes on me, chest heaving.
I work her clit with my fingers, mouth marking her ass, tongue teasing the crease until she’s shaking, rising on her toes to fuck herself against my hand.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” I rumble, sucking at the juncture of her thighs, right next to her entrance. “You taste so fucking good, too. I can smell how much you want to get fucked. You want to show him?”
Tracing the tip of my tongue along the inside of her ass cheek, I bite down on the supple flesh. Harder until she cries out her reply, “Yes…”
“Good fucking girl,” I groan over her marked skin, pressing an openmouthed kiss when she pushes her ass into my face.
I can’t resist the urge to taste all of her. Smearing her arousal through her crease, I lick over her hole.
“Oh…” Finley stiffens, head falling between her shoulders with a lip-bitten cry when I drag my tongue up her crease and nuzzle my face to the top of her ass.
“Don’t stop,” Eli rasps with a lick of his lips as he rests his chin on the hand clutching Finley’s panties.
I know he can smell her need soaked through the lace.
His body is taut with the need to fuck, and his thighs spread wider to ease the ache of the bulge tenting his loose jeans.
My cock weeps at the sight of him like this. So close to being undone.
“Tell him what I’m doing to you, Fin,” I murmur against her skin.
“You’re… you’re kissing me,” she gasps.
“Where?” I push my thumb into her pussy, curling it until she cries out.
“My back… my ass… oh fuck…”
“What else am I doing to you, baby?”
“JJ, I—I c-can’t…”
“You wanted to drive him crazy. So, tell him what I’m doing to you. How I’m touching you. How I’m fucking you,” I growl, sliding two fingers inside her, thrusting hard enough she stutters through the words.
“Your fingers,” she whimpers, looking straight at Eli. “You’re fucking me with your fingers.”
“Good girl,” I praise her again and she pushes back onto my fingers. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. Make this pretty cunt come so hard for us.”
Licking around the curve of her ass, I meet Eli’s stare.
“Tell him how it feels. How I’m making you feel, Fin.”
“Full,” she groans when I add another finger, shoving knuckle-deep into her pussy so he can hear her juices squeeze out of her. “S-so full.”
Eli’s hand is on his cock through his jeans now. His jaw tight, eyes dark, chest rising and falling like he’s barely hanging on.
“Keep telling him how I’m fucking you,” I urge, curling my fingers until she cries out again.
“His fingers… God, Eli, his fingers are so, so good and deep…”
“Fuck,” Eli grinds out, low and rough, as though the words scraped his throat raw.
I hold his gaze over the curve of her ass as I bite down on it, leaving teeth marks across her perfect skin while she moans his name.
It’s too good and too much. Somehow not enough.
I need inside her. My cock is weeping for her cunt.
I drag Finley onto my lap, hooking her legs over my thighs so she’s open, ready and trembling as I line up with her slick entrance.
“You’re going to come on my cock, baby,” I grit, holding her wide so Eli can see everything. “Then I’m going to come on this fucking jersey so it’s not just him you’re wearing.”
“Fuck, JJ,” she cries as I drive into her, hard and deep, until she’s clawing at my forearms, head thrown back onto my chest. “It hurts… it hurts…”
“You’re not taking all of me yet,” I rasp into her ear, eyes locked on Eli. “I need you to take all of me. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she gasps, body shaking as I bottom out, holding her down on every inch of my cock.
Eli makes a sound then—hoarse, broken—that shoves me right to the edge. He’s watching us like he can feel every thrust, every clench of her tight cunt around me.
And fuck, maybe he does.
I slam into her, harder, faster, until she shatters, crying out my name, body locking down around me so tight I nearly lose it too.
I barely pull out in time, finishing across Eli’s jersey, vision white-hot as the orgasm rips through me.
When it’s over, Finley collapses against my chest. My arms lock around her, holding her close as we both come down, panting, shaking.
Eli hasn’t moved.
His eyes are still glued to us.
The only sound in the room is the three of us breathing like we just survived something we can’t name.
Something that might ruin us.
Something that might save us too.