Chapter 19 #2
“This is what you want, right? To be ours. Mine and Jayden’s?” Eli asks.
“Yes.”
Eli’s quiet for a moment, holding my jaw, tracing my face with his stare. The contrast of the boyish flush glowing on his cheeks and the serious set of his features knots in my stomach.
“I love you, Finley,” he says, running his hands to my nape where he combs them through my hair.
“I know, Elijah. I love you, too. So much. So. Damn. Much.”
“Give me your hands,” he murmurs, still combing through my hair. Still tracing his deep, pained gaze over my face.
“Okay.”
Jayden’s touch roams the curve of my shoulders to my arms, while Eli’s eyes purposefully trail down my heated face, my neck where he’s left his mark pulsing with its own heartbeat, my hammering chest… all the way down to my hands.
“If you want me inside you,” he tells me with a throaty rasp, “you have to take me out.”
“Take what you want, Lucky,” Jayden says, his hands moving to my elbows.
With a coaxing nudge, he guides my hands to Elijah’s hard stomach, then anchors his at my hips.
Oh, Jesus.
I take a breath and tug his white shirt up his abdomen. Fading scars stripe his ribs—faint silver lines glinting in the muted light. My fingertip traces one, then another, following each ridge until his breath hitches.
The sight guts me. All that pain, carved into beauty he can’t see. He’s letting me touch it now, letting me in.
I lean in and kiss him—soft at first, then deeper—while my nails trail down his stomach. His breath shudders, body trembling as I reach his belt. The buckle clinks open.
When my hand pushes beneath his slacks, I trace my fingers over his covered bulge, taking my time as he takes control of our kiss, moving his hands over the top of Jayden’s on my hips. Their fingers lace together when I tug the elastic of Eli’s underwear down, freeing his erection for me.
Every cell in my body begs me to keep going, to keep loving on him.
I feel them—the way their thumbs roll together at my sides in the same rhythm as Eli’s tongue swirls with mine.
The clasp of their hands tightening on my flesh as my heavy breasts press into Eli’s chest. The hum of Jayden’s approval when my hand closes around Eli’s thick length and he tugs Jayden flush to my back.
I feel everything between them, like technicolor turned palpable. A living, breathing sensation, blooming inside me—stemming in the pit of my stomach, growing into my chest, flowering deep in my soul.
Between them, I’ve found my existence. A place carved just for me. Where every fear melts into insignificance, nothingness, so all that lives inside me is my love, my want, my need… my all-consuming obsession for them.
“Don’t stop, Angel,” Eli hisses into my mouth when I stroke him from root to tip, pulling back to lick my hand before I fist him again.
“Feel good, Sweetheart?” Jayden rasps, and when Elijah nods, he says, “Tell our girl how you like it.”
As I pump his length again, a hiss escapes him. “Fuck, Fin… feels so good when you squeeze like that.”
Elijah takes my other hand, braced on his hip, and guides it behind me to Jayden’s groin. The heat of his need scorches my palm through the soft fabric of his pants as Elijah sits taller, making it easier for me to carefully lower the zipper of Jayden’s partly opened fly.
Hot velvet presses into my hand before Jayden’s grip surrounds mine, and while I stroke Elijah, Jayden uses my hand to stroke himself.
My head falls back into Jayden’s strong chest as Eli’s mouth drags a scalding path from my jaw to the hollow of my throat. The physical push and pull of my body between them is as thrilling as the carnal force of my emotions.
I want them so badly. It’s a visceral need to take and to please.
“Put him inside you, Baby,” Jayden groans, squeezing his grasp on my hand around his cock while his other arm bands around my waist and lifts me over Eli’s lap.
A long, languid hiss vibrates into my chest as Eli’s hands mold to my ass, fingers clawing deep, while I guide him through my slick flesh to my entrance.
The blunt head of his girth stretches me with every inch as Jayden lowers me onto Elijah’s dick.
His lips press to the transfer tattoo on my shoulder with a languorous kiss.
My breaths turn shallow with the slurry of whimpers pushing from the depths of my lungs when Eli bites down on the swell of my breast with a drawn-out curse.
“Fuck. Fuck… so tight.” His hands grip my ass harder, holding me still when I’m completely seated on his length.
My pussy clenches around him as he throbs so deep it hurts.
It kills to stay still and just feel. Jayden’s arm bands tighter around me; his lips pepper kisses into my hair as he releases my hand, letting me brace on his hip, while his palm trails up Elijah’s arm.
His kisses grow harder on my temple and the side of my face as he brushes his fingers along the broad line of Elijah’s shoulder.
“You okay?” He asks, lips at my ear when he cups Eli’s face in a tender caress.
I’m speechless, in rapt agony, as I nod at the same time as Eli’s dark stare flashes from Jayden’s to mine. The intensity could burn the world down around us as his hands move to my hips, grinding me deeper onto him with a groan, “Yes. Good. So good…”
Jayden’s arm relaxes around my waist, lifting higher. His fingers tickle through the valley of my breasts, up to my throat, while the hand on Eli’s face meanders down his chest to my thigh, inching slowly to the top of my slit where he teases my clit.
“You heard the man, Lucky,” Jayden rasps into my ear with his palm pressed to my pulse and his long fingers closing around my neck. “Be a good girl and fuck our man nice and slow. I want to hear how good you take his cock.”
A shiver rolls down my spine.
Our man.
God, it hits better every time I hear it. So much so that, before my brain catches up, I’m doing exactly as Jayden instructed.
My hips circle slow and easy, matching the pace of Jayden’s fingers on my clit. His erection grinds into my back as I watch him in the large mirror to the side, taking in Eli’s face—completely lost to the thrall of our man’s low groans.
They’re exquisite. The sight of them is so mesmerizing that all thought leaves my head.
My body moves on autopilot, chasing every way to make Elijah moan.
Every throb of his cock pushes him impossibly deeper as my pussy takes him.
My body accepts everything he gives with the slow rut of his hips and the hard clutch of his hands on mine.
Jayden’s wet fingers lift to my mouth, trailing my arousal across my lips before he pushes them in, straight to the back of my throat. Spit pools on my tongue the instant I gag around the intrusion, jerking my body forward as Elijah bucks into me.
My teeth snap around Jayden’s fingers at the sudden frisson of aching bliss that shoots into my belly, tightening my pussy around Elijah’s cock and opening my throat with a suffocated cry.
“Just like that, Baby,” Jayden groans as my body undulates, fucking Elijah faster while his fingers stroke in and out of my mouth until I’m choking on the pooled saliva with the metallic tang of my arousal hot on my taste buds. Dragging his fingers out, he holds his palm out in front of me. “Spit.”
Elijah’s eyes snap to mine, watching intently as I pull every drop of saliva to the front of my mouth and follow Jayden’s order.
“Fuck, Eli,” I cry hoarsely at the blunt piston of Elijah’s hips.
His hands take over the momentum, using my body to pleasure himself with punishing strokes that push all the air out of my lungs and into Jayden’s mouth as he tips my head back until my throat burns from the pull.
“Look at you…” Jayden grinds out, his spit-slick hand fisting his cock at my back. “So fucking beautiful taking his cock so well.”
“Your pussy is so perfect,” Elijah gasps, pulling me onto his chest.
His mouth finds mine in a stuttered inhale as I brace on his shoulders and up the pace. I’m tingling all over; goosebumps cover my skin at the rake of Jayden’s hand down my back, anchoring above Elijah’s.
I suck a short breath, feeling that buzz of electricity coil around my bones as Elijah slams me harder and faster on his length.
“Oh my God, Eli…” The words jam together as Jayden’s fingers trace lower from my hip to the top of my ass.
He slots between Eli’s legs, his front pressed to one side of my back while he fucks himself over the curve of my thigh.
I hear how close he is to coming; I feel the tremors roll through his body and into mine at the same time Elijah’s bucks turn jagged. We’re all right there, and my body wants this release more than anything. It’s threatening to break my bones with the slow, torturous build.
Then Jayden’s fingers inch lower through my crease. The tip of his finger brushes over my hole, and I shudder at the sensation, then it dips lower to the slick skin below. Dragging my wetness up, he circles lightly.
“This hole is mine,” he says.
Elijah’s hands spread me wider, then pause. “Okay?” he asks, voice frayed but careful.
“Mmhmm…”
“Good girl…” Eli holds me still, his teeth biting at my lips. “Tell me what JJ’s doing. How it feels…”
All the words fry when Jayden presses the tip of his finger inside. The burn sparks all the way to my pussy, clenching me tighter around Elijah’s cock.
“Tell me, Fin,” he demands, the tremor in his voice saying he needs it.
“It’s… He’s…” I stutter, suddenly hyperaware of what he wants to know.
“Where am I touching you, Baby?” Jayden asks breathlessly.
His erection is heavy on the top of my thigh while his hand cups the flat of my pussy. His fingertips tease my clit at the same time he pushes deeper into my hole, and I close my eyes at the overwhelming sensation—the fullness, that forbidden bite twisting my insides into a fever pitch.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry into Elijah’s gaping mouth. “He’s… God… his finger is… is pressing inside me.”
“Where, Finley?” Jayden demands, edging out with a teasing twist before he thrusts deeper.
“My… my hole…” They reward me with simultaneous kisses to my lips and my temple.
“Good girl,” Jayden praises, rubbing my clit in firm circles while he strokes in and out of my ass. “Now tell our man how it feels.”
“Oh my God, JJ…” I push back into his hand, rocking my pussy over Elijah’s cock, while his hands grip the globes of my ass and spread them for Jayden. With my face buried in the crook of Elijah’s neck, I suck a sharp breath. “Eli… it’s… fuck, it’s so damn good. So full.”
“That’s it, Lucky, fuck yourself on his cock. Give that greedy cunt what it craves,” Jayden mutters, taking my hand and guiding it to his erection, setting the relentless pace of my strokes before he grips Elijah’s side. “Fill her up, Sweetheart. Our girl wants you to make a mess of her.”
A guttural rumble vibrates through Eli when Jayden curls his finger in my ass, stroking the length of Elijah’s shaft. In and out. In and out.
It’s maddening.
It’s dirty.
It’s incredible.
A guttural rumble vibrates through Elijah. “Angel… Fin… so tight… so perfect… don’t stop.”
“So close,” I choke into his neck, licking the sweat misting his skin as he takes control and slams me down onto him again and again, desperate curses rolling off his tongue while Jayden fingers my hole faster and harder.
It’s the most beautiful prayer I’ve ever heard, and it’s carrying me higher. Heat spreads in my belly. Shivers roll deeper. The tension threatens to snap around my bones.
“Don’t stop,” I beg as Elijah groans into my hair. “So tight, Angel… I can feel you all the way to the marrow of my bones. So fucking perfect.”
I tighten my hand around Jayden’s cock, swirling my thumb over his leaking tip. His pre-cum is sticky and warm, and I can smell it as it beads on my thigh—masculine and potent.
And I’m there. Right at the crest.
“Come, sweet girl,” Elijah grits out, his cock swelling as Jayden strokes the length of his shaft again and leans over us. My head falls back onto his shoulder, and my eyes snap open just as his mouth takes Elijah’s.
The sight of them is more than I can bear, and I come—so hard my body short-circuits with a top-to-toe spasm. My orgasm combusts, rampaging through me to my extremities, from the marrow of my bones through to the layers of my skin.
I writhe and buck and moan, begging for more, even though I can’t take it. I couldn’t survive it. And yet, I do—every spurt of Elijah’s seed scalding my insides, every rope of Jayden’s pleasure scorching my skin, every kiss they cover me with, punctuating their reverent praise.
I’m theirs from the inside out and the outside in.
I’m their angel and baby through and through.
I am theirs, as they are mine.
Irrevocably. Eternally. Emphatically.