CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jackson
The taste of Reese floods my mouth, slick and sweet, her thighs trembling around my shoulders as I bury myself deeper. I’ve imagined this a hundred different ways, but nothing compares to the reality of her—hot, wet, desperate, breaking apart under my tongue.
She’s sprawled back against the couch cushions, thighs open, her scent thick in the air. Eli was behind her at first, one arm around her waist, his mouth still red from kissing her. But when I tugged her hips forward and dropped to my knees between her legs, he shifted.
“Up here,” he murmurs to her, guiding her forward with a hand at the small of her back. She moves with him, bracing herself on her elbows along the cushion, and Eli slides off the couch to kneel beside us. The movement is unhurried, natural, like he already knows where this is going.
Now Reese is half on the couch, half off, and I’ve got her spread open in front of me.
Eli’s right there, close enough that our shoulders almost touch, his cock already hard and straining through his sweats.
He slides his pants down his muscular legs and strokes himself once, watching me bury my face between her thighs, and then he looks at Reese.
“You want this?” he asks her quietly.
She nods, eyes dark, lips parted. “Yes.”
That’s all it takes. Eli shifts closer, pressing his cock to her lips, and she opens for him. The sight knocks the air out of me—her mouth stretched around him, my tongue working her clit, both of us kneeling at the altar of her body.
She moans against Eli, muffled and filthy and the sight nearly undoes me.
Reese’s lips stretched around his cock, her hand stroking the base while he groans like he’s losing his mind.
My chest tightens with jealousy, hunger, maybe possession…
I don’t know what the fuck to call it, but it only drives me harder.
I want to wring every sound out of both of them.
“Fuck,” Eli gasps, his head tipping back, his eyes closing for just a second before he looks back down at her.
I growl against her clit, sucking until she cries out, her whole body jerking. She fists my hair with one hand, the other still working Eli, and the vibrations of my own moan make her shudder.
She’s a mess already—flushed, shaking, spit glistening on Eli’s cock where her mouth slides up and down with soft slurps. The sight of them together hits me like a punch, too much and not enough, and I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.
Reese moans against Eli’s cock in her mouth, the sound vibrating against him and rolling through me like thunder. I spread her wider with my hands, pushing her thighs apart until they tremble, and bury my face deeper.
The taste of her coats my tongue—wet and sweet and so fucking addictive I can’t stop. I suck at her clit, dragging it between my lips before circling with my tongue, and her whole body jerks in response. Her hips try to rise, but I pin them with my forearms, holding her right where I want her.
Above me, Eli groans. I don’t have to look to know how she’s working him—the slick sound of her mouth on his cock, the muffled gags when she takes him too deep, the way his voice breaks on a curse. I force myself to glance up anyway.
Her hand is wrapped around the base of him, stroking in time with the bob of her head. Eli’s hand is tangled in her hair, not forcing, just gripping like he’ll fall apart if he lets go. His eyes are half-shut, but when he looks down and sees me watching, heat slams through me.
Fuck. It’s too much. The sight of her with him, my mouth wrecking her while she wrecks him, the sounds filling the room—it all collides in my chest until I can barely breathe.
She moans again around his cock, and I growl into her cunt, sucking harder. She jolts, thighs shaking against my shoulders. Her nails dig into my hair, frantic, desperate, but she doesn’t push me away. She holds me there, gasping around Eli, and I know she’s close.
“Jesus, Jackson,” Eli groans, hips twitching as he fights not to thrust too hard into her mouth. “She’s—fuck, she’s amazing.”
I suck her clit between my lips and flick my tongue in rapid circles, and she falls apart.
Her whole body arches, a muffled cry spilling around Eli’s cock as she comes hard, gushing against my mouth.
I don’t stop, don’t let her ride it out in peace.
I keep her pinned open, keep licking until she’s sobbing around him, caught between pleasure and too much.
She tries to twist, to pull back, but Eli catches her jaw, murmuring low, coaxing her to breathe through it. He slides his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, stroking himself while he watches me drive her higher.
“Look at her,” he says, voice ragged. “Jackson—fuck, look at her.”
I do. Reese is flushed and trembling, sweat glistening at her temples, her lips swollen and wet from Eli’s cock. She looks ruined, but her eyes—her eyes beg for more.
Eli shifts, moving his hand down between us, and his fingers find her clit.
I feel them brush against my nose as he circles the swollen bud, his touch firmer than mine, practiced.
Reese keens, hips jerking, and I nearly lose it.
Eli hasn’t been with a lot of women, but he seems to know exactly what Reese needs.
There’s a twisted sense of pride that floods through me at the thought.
My boyfriend knows exactly how to fuck the girl we’re both falling for.
“Eli,” she gasps, and the way she says his name twists in my gut. I should feel jealousy. Maybe I do. But it’s drowned under the sight of her unraveling under the both of us, the sound of her pleading, the way his hand moves in perfect sync with my mouth.
Together we destroy her. My tongue thrusting, his fingers circling, her body caught between two kinds of hunger. She claws at the couch cushions, thighs shaking so hard they slip against my shoulders, but we don’t let her go.
She comes again, sharper this time, her whole body arching up off the couch as she screams. Her release spills hot and wet over my tongue, and Eli groans, dragging his slick fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean like he’s starving for her too.
I growl at the sight, feral, my cock aching against the fabric of my sweats.
Reese collapses back onto the cushions, panting, her chest heaving. For a moment I think she’s done, spent. But then she lifts her head, meeting Eli’s eyes, then mine, and whispers, “Please. I need more.”
Eli’s expression tightens—something raw flickering there before he smooths it over.
He looks at me like he’s asking permission, like the choice is mine.
My jaw clenches, instincts screaming to keep her for myself.
To keep him for myself. But my cock throbs at the thought of watching him fuck her, of sharing them, of finally admitting what’s been there between all three of us.
I nod once. “Do it.”
Eli doesn’t hesitate. He switches places with me and kneels between her thighs, nudging my shoulder until I shift back. I drag myself upright, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and watch as he strokes himself, lining up at her entrance.
Reese’s breath catches, anticipation radiating off her in waves. Her hand finds mine, fingers clutching tight as Eli presses forward. The head of his cock pushes inside her slowly, stretching her, and her lips part on a soft moan.
“God, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, bending over her.
His voice is lower than I’ve ever heard it, rough with alpha dominance and hunger all tangled together.
He likes to submit to me, but with Reese, he gets to stretch his alpha instincts in a way that’s not possible when I’m pinning him down.
He slides deeper inch by inch, and her thighs tremble around him.
I can’t stop watching. The way his thick cock disappears into her, the way her body opens for him, the way her nails dig into my hand with each thrust. My own cock throbs painfully, desperate for relief, but I don’t move. I just watch, the knot in my chest tightening with every sound she makes.
When he’s buried fully inside her, they both pause, panting, staring into each other’s eyes. Something passes between them, something that makes each breath a struggle as my throat tries to close.
And then Eli starts to move.
Slow at first, deep, deliberate strokes that make her whimper. Her head falls back, mouth open, the tendons in her neck straining with every thrust. He braces a hand beside her head, muscles straining in his arm, his expression twisted in something halfway between pain and bliss.
“Fuck,” I mutter, unable to hold back. My hand fists over my cock through my sweats, the pressure almost unbearable.
Reese’s gaze snaps to mine. Her pupils are blown wide, lips slick and swollen, her body jolting with each of Eli’s thrusts. She looks at me like she’s daring me to look away. Like she wants me to see exactly how much she’s giving him.
I don’t look away.
Eli thrusts into her with a steady rhythm, sweat starting to bead on his shoulders, and Reese takes it all, moaning under him. Then she shifts suddenly, sliding her hand down my thigh, tugging at the waistband of my sweats.
My breath stutters.
“Reese,” I manage, voice already rough.
Her eyes meet mine, glazed but determined. “I want you in my mouth.”
The words almost make me lose it right there. I shove my sweats down, freeing my cock, thick and aching from watching them. She pushes herself up on shaky elbows, Eli pausing long enough to help guide her toward me.
I grip the base of my dick, trembling as she leans forward, lips parting. The heat of her breath ghosts over me, then her mouth seals around the head, wet and perfect. My groan echoes off the walls.
“Fuck.”
Her tongue swirls, tasting me like she’s starving, and I swear my vision whites out for a second.
Eli steadies her with one hand at her waist, still buried inside her, hips moving in short, shallow thrusts that rock her against me.
His other hand slides up, wrapping around the base of my cock just beneath her mouth.