Chapter 21 #2
Jack tracked down my body, reaching my hair again. He breathed me in, his nose pressing between my labia as he licked my slit, his groan rumbling against me.
“Don’t be a wimp, Jack. Fucking devour her.” Sean sucked on my neck, tugging on my nipples, and I wanted to writhe against him, my thoughts beginning to slip away.
Jack’s nose pressed into my clit as he sucked my labia into his mouth.
My clit throbbed from the pressure, and he licked again, his tongue teasing my slit.
His hands found my thighs, holding them wide before he thrust his tongue inside me.
He fucked me with it, his repeated groan vibrating against me as my hips tried to rock into his face, the motion blocked by his hands.
“Are you watching, Hailey? Look at Jack, eating you out so well.”
I didn’t have enough breath to answer, all of it trapped in my chest. My body vibrated from an overload of sensation.
Sean’s lips at my neck, his hands on my breasts, Jack’s hands on my thighs, his tongue buried inside me.
I lost myself in a wave of heat and pleasure, the warmth of it pulling my mind down into a fog.
It wasn’t an orgasm, but my body was caught up in how good it could feel.
Jack lifted his head to meet my eyes. His nose had a sheen from where it had been pressed against me, making me lick my lips, imagining licking it.
He looked back down at where I was spread open like a buffet. Then he licked from the bottom of my slit up to my clit. His tongue was firm as it stroked me, the intensity of the ache pulling tight.
“How does that feel?” Sean whispered. “He finally gave your clit the attention it was begging for, didn’t he?”
Jack’s tongue didn’t tease or slow. He stroked and swiped and nudged until my legs began to shake. I tried to writhe away from the pressure, but his hands on my thighs held me still.
“Jack.” His name came out in a moan as my head fell back and I closed my eyes. I said it again, my voice not even my own, too high-pitched, too desperate.
My eyes blinked open, and I stared up at the ceiling. The sensation was still intense, but the tightness receded into one steady throb.
Jack paused, lifting his head, his panting breaths brushing against my clit.
“You still good?” Sean asked. His hands gentled on my breasts, stroking along the undersides until he cupped them.
“Sorry,” I gasped. “I sounded so weird. My voice was—” I shook my head.
“Saying my name.” Jack’s hands shook against my thighs. He shifted to sit up. “You were saying my name.”
Sean nuzzled my head with his. “It was hot. I think you might have broken Jack’s brain.” His hands released my breasts as he shifted his weight behind me. “Come hold our girl. I haven’t tasted her yet.”
Jack nodded, shifting out from between my legs. My gaze slid down to where his shirt was unbuttoned, the partial collarbone that was visible capturing my attention.
I sat up so Sean could slip out from behind me. “Do I get to see any skin?” I flushed when they both paused to stare at me.
“Wanting to see more of us?” Sean nodded toward Jack. “Take off your shirt for her.”
Jack’s hands moved to the buttons, his fingers fumbling before he unhooked the first one, then the next, revealing his chest slowly.
He had a sprinkling of dark hair between his pecs that trailed down, growing a little thicker below his belly button before disappearing into his jeans.
He shrugged off his shirt, letting it slither to the floor.
The sight of his flat stomach and defined abs made me remember his talk of all the time he spent in the gym.
Dark tattoos of musical notes spread in a pattern from his left hip, curling up along his side.
“You have one here.” I reached for it, tracing the ink toward the waistband of his jeans and feeling him shudder under my touch.
He rested back on his hands and watched my fingers brush each note, his lips parting in a rushed exhale.
“Hanging in there, Jack?” Sean asked from where he stood next to the bed.
“You haven’t tasted her yet,” Jack said, shifting his body behind me.
His legs slid along the outside of mine, and he wrapped his arms around my stomach, pulling me back against him.
The feeling of my bare back against his chest was different from before with Sean, and I rubbed against him, feeling his erection against my ass.
“I’m so turned on right now,” Jack murmured, gathering my hair to the side of my neck Sean had spent the most time on to free the other side to his lips.
“Using my mouth on you is like a dream.” He found my hands, pulling my arms over my head like Sean had, but pressing my hands into his thick hair.
“I want your hands buried here. Feel free to tug all you want.”
I slipped my fingers in, finding his scalp and scratching lightly. He groaned, sucking on my neck. Every time he groaned, my body throbbed.
“You like turning him on, don’t you, honey?
” Sean asked, dragging his shirt over his head.
Sean’s chest was thicker than Jack’s. He also had a lot more hair over his pecs, with a smaller trail leading down to his belly button and below.
His arms flexed, the muscles shifting. His body looked strong and masculine, powerful more than fit.
He crawled onto the bed. “Shift her down a little more for me, Jack. Let her body relax into yours.” His hands guided my hips until I was lying almost flat this time.
He moved my legs over Jack’s to open me more.
“Perfect. Jack’s going to take a turn playing with those gorgeous breasts of yours while I devour this delicious pussy. You ready for that?”
Jack’s hands cupped my breasts, his fingers spreading over my nipples, capturing them between them in a slight pinch.
My hands tightened in his hair as my hips lifted toward Sean. Jack’s breath caught, and he pinched my breasts harder.
“That’s it,” Sean said, his fingers dancing over the top of my stomach. “I want you to move with me this time. Like something I do? Press harder into it to let me know. Use my face and mouth all you want, okay?”
I nodded, already out of breath.
Sean’s hands shifted between my legs, holding my outer labia open for him as he lowered his mouth to push his tongue inside of me.
He began to thrust, long strokes of his tongue as he stared up at my face.
His beard teased at my thighs, adding even more tingles.
His tongue withdrew, and he hummed in his throat.
“Let’s see how our girl likes being teased.” He found my clit with his tongue and licked around it in circles. My hips tried to shift, moving for a more solid stroke that he’d reward me with before edging away to circle again.
“Sean.” His name slipped out with a whine.
“Hmm, that’s promising. You want more?” He flattened his tongue, dragging it where I wanted it, and I lifted into him, trying to close my thighs on his face and keep him there.
The vibration of his chuckle had my head falling back against Jack, and I realized just how hard I’d been gripping his hair.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” I tried to remove my fingers.
Jack’s hands left my breasts to press over my grip, keeping it there. “Don’t you dare. I like it.”
“I’m not hurting you?” I asked, and he nipped at my neck.
“Sean must not be doing it right if you’re worrying about me.”
Sean gave a lingering lick to my clit, trying to distract me. “I’m just figuring our girl out.” He returned to the maddening circling from before.
My grip tightened on Jack’s hair again as my hips lay still.
Jack’s hands drifted down my neck, drawing out a gasp. He skimmed the sides of my breasts and down toward my hips. I shivered as he drew circles across my stomach. “Sensitive,” he murmured, his touch rising over my ribs until he cupped my breasts, holding them firmer this time.
His erection flexed against my ass, and I wriggled against it, his gasp sending more heat through me.
Sean’s circling switched to a side-to-side motion that had me seeing stars and trying to shift away.
“No, you don’t,” he murmured, his head tilting until he was licking me sideways.
The ache ramped up swiftly this time, making my mind blank as my body stilled, the tension inside tightening to something sharp.
“That’s it, Hailey,” Jack whispered in my ear. “You’re doing so good.”
My grip twisted in his hair, and my legs shook. I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes crossing. A small grunting sound filled my ears, drawing me back into myself. My throat felt raw. I was making that sound? What was I, a pig?
The shaking stopped. Sean’s breath brushed over my clit as he raised his head.
“Jack, give her your finger to suck.”
I blinked at Sean, but then Jack’s finger stroked over my lips, and I opened my mouth, moaning as his finger slipped inside.
Sean didn’t tease my clit this time. He switched back to the flattened tongue, nudging and stroking and building me up again.
I tongued Jack’s finger, sucking on it and listening to his breathing shift as his erection pressed against me. His hand on my breast teased my nipple with soothing passes of his palm.
Sean switched to shorter, harder strokes, and Jack’s finger muffled my grunt.
Sean’s hands moved under my ass, sending tingles everywhere as he pulled me up against his mouth and away from all that delicious hardness behind me.
I suddenly wished they were completely naked.
What if the finger in my mouth was Jack’s erection?
I nudged it with my tongue, my mouth softening around it.
I began to suck harder, my saliva pooling.
The ache twisted inside of me, my hips trying to press harder against Sean’s mouth as a shiver passed through me.
My body glistened, a layer of perspiration covering me and causing my back to slip on Jack’s chest. Saliva dripped out of the corner of my mouth, sliding down my chin and toward my neck.
At the realization of how I must look, my orgasm faded away.