Chapter 22
The Tenth Friday
Istopped sucking on Jack’s finger, a sound of distress slipping from my lips, and Jack jerked his finger out of my mouth. My hand left Jack’s hair to wipe at the drool on my chin, and I tried to pull away from Sean.
He sat up, releasing his grip on me to let my legs curl up toward my chest. His eyes were on my face. “You still okay, Hailey?”
I swallowed the rest of the built-up saliva, moving away from Jack’s chest so I could sit up and curl my arms around my legs.
Jack’s hand trailed over my bowed back. “Hey. Tell us what’s wrong.”
“I’m—” My voice cracked, and I took a deeper breath, trying to control my trembling.
“Don’t give up,” Sean said. “Your body wants this. I’ve got your juices soaking my beard to prove it.”
My eyes widened as I stared at the sheen there, and he smirked.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I fucking love it.”
I ducked my head to my knees. “I’m embarrassed because I was drooling,” I mumbled.
“Is that all?” Jack’s hand paused on my back. “Would it help to know I nearly came from the way your mouth sucked on my finger?”
Sean laughed. “Imagining her mouth somewhere else?”
A blow job seemed much simpler. I lifted my head. “I can—”
“No, honey,” Sean said. When I would have looked away, he gripped my chin, tilting my face toward him. “I can see you love to give, and maybe we’ll try that soon, but we’re not done giving to you, okay?”
“We’re nowhere near done,” Jack said, shifting down the bed. “Her taste is starting to fade from my tongue. I’m tagging in again.”
“Can’t have that.” Sean scooted near the wall. His arms opened. “Come snuggle, honey. We’ll give you a break to recover if that’s what you want.” When I shifted closer to him, his arms curled around my still-huddled form.
I took in the room that I was too preoccupied to look at before. Jack’s bed didn’t have a headboard or a footboard. The gray bedspread was twisted and wrinkled under us and probably damp like Sean’s beard. I cringed inside.
Other than the bed, there was a plain white dresser in the room, no mirror, and a matching nightstand near his bed. Besides a couple of bookshelves and a TV set up in the corner, there was nothing else on the walls except for a calendar that was from the prior year.
Sean kissed the top of my head. “Looks like a bachelor pad, doesn’t it?”
“Don’t start.” Jack leaned back on his elbows, one of his hands landing on my foot, his fingers curling around it. His hair stuck up from the way I’d been gripping it, making my stomach swirl.
His gaze drifted around the room. “I guess I could do a bit more with the space.”
Sean snorted. “Like buy a new calendar.”
I smiled at his teasing, some of my tension fading.
“I liked the picture,” Jack said. It was of a piano in front of a window where the outside swirled with snow and ice, something almost fantasy-like in the design.
“It’s nice,” I agreed, my arms loosening. I straightened the leg he wasn’t touching so it rested near Sean’s. Jack’s fingers moved from the top of my foot to my ankle, and my breath caught.
“There she is,” Sean breathed out, his hand stroking down my arm to curl across my torso, tucked under my breasts.
“Your body is a miracle, Hailey. Nothing it does is going to put us off. We just want you to feel good. You’ve been feeling that, right?
Tell me you’ve lost yourself at least a little. ”
My head found its place in the curve of his shoulder. “It felt good. Really good, but also almost too intense at times. Like I could—” I broke off, flushing.
“Like you could come,” Sean said. “I think you’re talking yourself out of orgasming.”
Jack made a noise of agreement. “Let us know when you’re ready for more.”
I hesitated. “Are you sure—”
“We still want to touch you, honey. I’m tempted to arm wrestle Jack to be the one to stay between your legs.”
“No deal. It’s my turn.” Jack leaned toward me, brushing a kiss over my bent knee.
My breath caught as I stared into his eyes. He kissed the same spot, watching my lips part in a shaky exhale, then sat up. “I think I want to kiss all over these legs. How did I miss doing that?” He urged my leg to straighten with the other one, moving toward my feet.
Sean stroked my side. “Would you like that, Hailey? Can Jack worship those gorgeous legs of yours?”
Jack’s hand had found my foot again, brushing over the top as he watched me, waiting for permission.
“Yes,” I said.
His fingers danced over my arch as his head dipped, going for my ankle. He kissed the skin there, trailing his lips up my leg. I wished it hadn’t been days since I’d last shaved.
“Overthinking again,” Sean murmured, his other hand cupping my breast. “Is this okay, honey? I think some distraction will help.”
I nodded, forcing my body to relax. Jack had found my knee again, and I sucked in a breath. He continued kissing it, watching my face. When his lips grazed the inner curve, my body clenched.
“There it is,” he murmured, kissing me there again before sucking lightly on the skin. Heat shot through me, higher than my knee.
Sean’s thumb found my nipple, rubbing circles over it and adding more intensity to what I was feeling.
Jack kept his eyes on me as he spent some time on my knee, tonguing it and licking and sucking until I began to writhe against Sean.
Then his lips moved higher, his hair brushing my inner thigh and making me shiver.
He paused again, dragging his teeth against the sensitive skin and making me shudder.
“Suck hard there. Mark her,” Sean said.
I made a choked sound.
“You like that idea?” Jack asked, nipping me a little. “You want me to give you a hickey so you’ll remember you were mine?”
“Jack,” I gasped.
His eyes had that intent look as they locked with mine, and he sucked on the skin hard. The way his mouth pulled had a direct link to my clit, making it throb and ache.
Sean pinched my nipple, ramping up the ache between my legs. I couldn’t look away from Jack and how hard he was sucking. When he lifted his mouth, the skin looked red and bruised.
“How’s that?” he asked, his thumb swiping over it.
“A-another,” I said, not even knowing I wanted it until the word was out.
Jack’s mouth moved higher, closer to where I ached the most, and his mouth latched on to me, sucking even harder this time.
My hips lifted from the sensation, the ache twisting.
Another hickey was forming where he’d been when he moved between my legs.
“I’m going to use my mouth on you again.
This time, no looking away. Eyes on me.” He waited for me to nod, then pressed his hands against my thighs to push them apart a little more, one of his hands putting light pressure over the bruised skin and sending another rush of sensation through me.
Jack paused. “Remember, no looking away, love.”
My heart clenched at the last word, but he was already licking my slit, his nose pushing into the apex of my labia, his eyes locked on mine. When I writhed, he pressed against my clit harder, his mouth sucking at my lips. Then he shifted up, using that same suction on my clit.
I cried out, trying to grind against his face, my body clenching on nothing. My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him tighter against me as I arched into him, my head falling back.
Jack released my clit. “Don’t look away,” he reminded me, and my chin dropped.
I tugged his hair to draw him back to my clit, and he groaned, the vibration of it winding the ache inside me even tighter before he latched on to me again. The soft tug of his mouth sharpened the edge I was on, and I rocked my hips against him.
“That’s it. Take what you want,” Sean said, tugging both of my nipples in time with Jack’s suction.
I couldn’t stop one of those grunts from slipping out, but I almost didn’t care.
Jack paused when he heard it, and the sound changed to a whimper.
“You’re getting so fucking wet,” Jack said, dipping to lick my slit with a moan as he kept his eyes locked on mine. That gorgeous nose of his nestled against my clit, stroking back and forth, and the ache grew even sharper, my body shaking and then pulsing.
“J—” I started to scream his name as his lips latched on to my clit again, but Sean captured my mouth with his.
He kissed me as my body contracted harder than I’d ever felt before, the orgasm slamming into me in repeating clench-and-releases that extended and took over every coherent thought until all I became was pleasure and sweet oblivion.
Sean had stopped kissing me at some point. I opened my eyes, staring down at where Jack nuzzled against me, kissing my clit lightly before he raised his head. My hands fell away from his hair limply.
“You came so hard, love.” His head tipped to rest on my thigh, and he brushed a kiss over the hickeys he’d given me there.
My breath locked in my chest as I slumped against Sean’s chest and stared back at Jack, my heart still racing. Jack’s nose and lips had a shine to them from me, and his tongue slid over his bottom lip, as if needing more of my flavor.
It was like I was suspended in time, floating in the aftermath of an orgasm that made the ones I’d given myself in the past with my vibrator seem like meaningless blips.
Sean kissed my neck, sending another shiver through me. “I should have guessed it would be his nose to set you off.”
My body shook, and I burst into giggles. The wild laughter wouldn’t stop, filling the room as giddiness swept through me to extend the happy sound. My eyes began to water from the adrenaline rush, and I wiped at them clumsily as I took in Jack’s softened eyes and warm grin.
“I love seeing you like this,” he murmured.
Sean’s arms wrapped my limp body in a hug. “Told you we’d get you there.”
My giggles tapered off into a soft snort, and I flung my arms wide on the bed, closing my eyes. “That was better than anything I’ve done by myself.”
Jack’s head lifted from my thigh, and the bed dipped as he crawled higher. “Let me hold her.”