Chapter 46
JAYDEN
My heart is still pounding to the crazy rhythm we set back in the champagne room. The music is really going for it as we head back into the crowd.
“Wait,” Finley calls behind me, tugging me back to her. Her chin is on my shoulder, mouth at my ear as she croons, “You want me to keep your cum inside me, you need to slow down.”
Good God, when she speaks dirty, my brain blacks out. All common sense—all the smarts—go right out the window.
“The vibrator will keep you all filled up until we get back to the hotel.” I hear Eli tell her with a low chuckle that knots all my insides.
“Promise you’re not going to turn it back on,” Finley groans at the mention of the toy he put back inside her while I dressed her again.
Not that there was much to dress. But while he plugged our cum inside our girl and then tried to fix her hair, I made sure all her intimate parts remained so.
We might have created the illusion that what we did was in plain view, but the moment I locked the door, the spotlights outside the two-way mirror glass made sure no one could see inside.
“I promise,” Eli says, pulling her into him as we come to a stop below the mezzanine of our private suite.
His other hand grips mine, lacing our fingers together. We’re all rumpled and perfectly just-fucked disheveled.
The look suits Eli too damn much. His hair is all roughed to one side. Odds and ends pointing in all directions, even as Finley tries to comb her fingers through it. His shirt has her makeup smeared on it, and his pants are creased from where they were pushed low on his thighs.
“You’re good?” he asks our girl one more time, his black stare roving down her body. “You’re sure?”
“Never better,” she answers without pause. “I’ve got you and JJ inside me. I’m… perfect.”
Canting her face to the side, she holds his jaw in both her hands. As I press my lips to the top of her head, she kisses Eli. A quick, chaste kiss that he chases with a growly nip when the beat thins out and a futuristic voice, morphing from male to female, begins the countdown to the new year.
Finley spins between us, her arms wrapping around my waist and Eli’s. The giddy wiggle that rolls through her warms me more than any lurid touch or game.
Their happiness is everything. The only thing that matters to me. The rest is a bonus.
“Happy New Year,” Finley sings over the music as their mouths press to mine.
It’s avid and messy, and my heart is gonging along with the hologram fireworks above us and the cold-spark fountains flaring around the dance floor and mezzanine.
The beat punches, zipping and zooming as Eli kisses a hot trail along my jaw to Fin’s face. His arm coils tighter around me with every playful kiss he peppers on her neck and shoulders.
This is it.
The best fucking moment of my life.
Their laughter vibrates through me harder than any beat could, and I drink it straight from Fin’s lips as she squirms in my hold.
I’m so lost to them, there’s no coming back from this. The here and now.
Starting my year how I intend to go on forever.
Loving my girl and my guy. Drunk on the sweetness of their joy. Getting high off the heat of their ecstasy.
***
The door to our suite slams somewhere behind us as Finley tugs at my polo, yanking it up while we tumble through the living area into the bedroom. Her legs are wrapped around me, and the slow escape of mine and Eli’s cum smears on my skin.
Hot and sticky. Making my mouth water for a taste as I collapse onto the bed with her straddling my stomach.
After she’s tugged my shirt off, I do the same to her dress. Tearing it with the eagerness to have her naked over me.
The city lights, forty-three floors below, wisp into the room, offering the perfect dim glow across her creamy skin.
So fucking beautiful that I forget how to breathe when my stare finds the mark Eli left on her breast earlier.
Bracing up on my forearms, I lift my mouth to her other breast, sucking and biting on the tender flesh to her breathless whimpers.
“Harder,” she pleads through gritted teeth, fingers tunneling into my hair to hold me there. “Mark me.”
“You gotta bite, Baby,” Eli rumbles, pulling off my tennis shoes. They clatter to the floor with a muted thud before he’s taking off my socks. “Really pull her flesh through your teeth until you get a taste of that sweet tang in her veins.”
I can’t see him, but his voice is tight with need after our make-out session in the car. Two fucking blocks, and we’re all crazy, needy messes.
I bite and suck the way he says. My pulse hammers into my throat with each hard pull that draws a long keen from our girl. Finley’s hips rock over me, and with every rut, a little more of our release pools on my stomach as Eli loosens my slacks.
One hard yank, and my cock springs free as he tosses my pants on the floor.
The bed dips between my thighs when Eli kneels on the mattress. Every part of me lights up when his hand ghosts up my length, thumb sweeping my slick tip before he pushes it into Fin’s gaping mouth mid-moan.
I pull off her breast with a pop, the tang of her is ripe on my tongue as I watch his other hand trail over the curve of her thigh. His long, thick fingers trace between her legs.
“Clench, Angel. Hold on to our cum,” he rasps in her ear while slowly slipping the toy out of her.
Finley’s so damn perfect, she does as she’s told with only a tiny dribble. It’s fucking beautiful the way her body complies to our every whim and demand. And like the fucking good girl she is, she deserves her reward.
“Up here.” I give her thigh a sharp smack, jolting her higher up my body. She’s grinding on my chest with Eli’s hands fondling her tits when I grip her thighs and drag her higher. “Turn around and sit.”
With Eli’s help, she swivels above me, lowering slightly. Her cunt is nowhere near my mouth when he commands, “Lower. Your pussy, his mouth.”
“Unless I’m breathing your cunt, I shouldn’t be breathing at all.” I clamp her thighs and yank her down until my face is buried in her wet folds.
“Relax, Finley… Give our man what he wants,” Eli coos, fingertips tracing the warm trail her pussy left on my chest as I lap at her slit. I tease along her parted flesh, circle her clit once, twice, until she’s rocking over me. Fucking my face with slow, tentative ruts and shaky whimpers.
Goddamn, she tastes divine. Salty and sweet.
I spear my tongue inside her tight entrance, and her body shudders over me.
“Jayden…” Her half-choked cry spurs me on.
I’m sucking and nipping, drinking every drop Eli and I fucked into her when her thighs tremble, tightening around my head as she grinds deeper.
Suffocation never felt so goo—
Oh shit, I sputter as Eli’s hand grips my cock. His hot breath tickles down my shaft as Finley’s hands lock around my wrists.
“That’s it, Angel Fuck his face nice and slow.” He’s pumping my cock, and she’s moaning, even though my tongue forgets how to function for a beat.
Our girl is enjoying this—the sight of our man touching me. Instantly, I’m harder. My erection is throbbing like never before as Eli shifts between my legs and his tongue circles the head of my dick.
Fuck. Fuuuuck…
“Oh my God,” Finley moans above me, lifting off my face, leaning forward to watch Eli slowly shallow his mouth around me.
His teeth aren’t sheathed, and the tentative scrape is too damn good—heat flashes straight to my aching balls.
“Babe…” I croak as he sucks me down to the top of his strong fist.
My hips buck for more of his mouth, more of that maddening graze, while his other hand cups my balls. He doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t stop.
Instead, his grip tightens; he takes me deeper with a throaty groan as I pull Finley back down.
She’s dripping… pussy greedily clenching. When I groan into her, she sinks onto my face, chasing my tongue the same way my cock chases Eli’s hot mouth.
He pulls off with a languid lick to my crown, and then cool, slick fingers push through my crease—teasing my asshole.
I can’t get enough of his touch. I want more as he presses a thick fingertip inside me, and I fuck my tongue into Finley’s cunt.
“JJ… JJ…” She’s riding my face in earnest, taking what she needs the same way I’m desperate for Eli to take what he wants.
Me.
He wants me, and I need him.
Every fucking bit of him as he pumps in and out of me. One finger. Two. First knuckle, second… then all the goddamn way.
I maul Finley’s cunt—lapping, sucking, biting—drinking her like a balm to my desperation.
It’s not enough. Not with Eli’s fingers stretching me.
I want more. Always fucking more.
More, more, more…
I’ll never get enough of him. Of our girl. Of how good they feel. How bad it hurts to need them this way.
“Fuck, JJ. Fuck…” Fin braces her hands on my chest, movements jagged as her body bears down—heavy with the rush of release. “God, yes…yes…”
Shaking, she collapses over me with a blissed-out cry as Eli pulls his fingers from my ass.
“You good, Beautiful?” He’s quick to tend to our girl.
Maneuvering her boneless body beside me, he gives her time to come down as he strips out of his underwear and crawls on top of me. The smile on his face—soft, longing—steals the rest of my air as he braces and lowers his lips to mine.
With a groan, he licks into my mouth, pressing his groin to mine. “You taste so fucking good with our cum smeared all over your face with our girl’s release.”
Eli sucks at my lips. Bucking and grinding into me as he grabs my hand and guides it between us, to our cocks. Then he licks every drop of Finley from my face while I work us in tandem.
“I want inside you, JJ. I want to fill you the way we fill our girl. So fucking deep, Baby…”
“Do it,” I breathe into his gaping mouth. “You don’t need my permission. You never have to ask me to take what’s yours.”
His dark stare melts on mine with a hiss as I choke our cocks in my grip.
Finley turns into us, her hand gliding down my arm to my wrist. Her warm touch smooths to the back of my hand as I pump mine and Eli’s cocks.