Chapter 6
Hana
Jackie kissed me back like she meant it. Her lips were warm, eager, her body still trembling from the orgasm I’d just given her. I felt the shiver in her thighs, the quick stutter of her breath as I climbed up her body and kissed her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her release still on my tongue.
She held my cheek softly, staring in awe.
“Your turn,” I whispered.
Her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded. “Tell me what you want.”
Her voice was low and husky, and her hands were still trembling slightly, but her gaze was determined.
I rolled onto my back, letting my legs fall open a little, my heart pounding as she shifted above me. My red bikini bottoms were still clinging to me, soaked. Jackie’s fingers brushed the sides of them, hesitating at first.
“You sure?” she asked, her voice soft but edged with hunger.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Touch me.”
She slid the bikini down my legs, her eyes tracking every inch as she did so. I watched her breathing speed as she licked her lips. She touched me slowly at first, her fingertips gliding between my folds, then circling my clit gently.
I let out a shaky moan, my hips pressing upward.
“God, you’re so wet,” she murmured.
“You did that to me,” I said breathlessly.
She leaned down and kissed my hip, then my inner thigh. Each kiss was soft and lingering. Her tongue flicked closer and closer until she finally licked across my clit, and I let out a quick gasp at the sensation.
Behind her, I heard Jack shift. I could feel his presence, watching us both.
“You taste so good,” Jackie whispered.
I whimpered, arching as her mouth found me again. Her tongue was careful at first—exploratory. Then she grew bolder, sucking my clit into her mouth, her hands gripping my thighs.
I cried out, loud and unashamed.
“Fuck,” Jack muttered behind her.
I opened my eyes and he was stroking himself again, slower now, his eyes glued to Jackie between my legs. He stepped closer but didn’t interrupt.
I reached for his hand, pulling him closer as my other hand tangled in Jackie’s hair.
“You like watching me with her?”
He groaned. “You have no fucking idea, sweetheart.”
He leaned down and kissed me, his hand still wrapped around his cock. I kissed him back hungrily, but my body bucked again as Jackie slipped two fingers inside me without warning.
“Fuck,” I gasped, breaking the kiss as my hips rocked against her mouth.
Jack brushed my hair back from my face, watching my pleasure. “She’s a natural,” he murmured.
“She’s perfect,” I whispered, gripping the back of Jackie’s head harder, grinding into her face.
My orgasm hit fast and hard, my body arching off the couch as I came with a cry, my legs shaking uncontrollably. Jackie didn’t stop until I pulled her up gently by her hair, needing to kiss her, to taste myself on her lips.
When she leaned over me, flushed and breathless, I cupped her face in both hands and kissed her deeply.
And then I heard Jack again, even closer now.
“You’re both so fucking beautiful.”
He hovered above me, his cock hard and ready. I thought he was going to take me, but instead, he looked beside me. His gaze settled on Jackie.
“Do you want me to fuck her?” he asked me roughly.
I turned my head, my breath still ragged. Jackie blinked, surprised, but she didn’t protest. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling like mine.
“Yes, Jack. Fuck her,” I said, moving back slightly, though my hand still rested on her shoulder.
Jack looked to Elliott then. “Is that okay with you, mate?”
The room went still.
Elliott’s eyes darkened. He looked at Jackie, then at Jack, then back at her. And finally, he nodded. “Yes. It’s okay,” he said, then added, “If she wants it.”
“Yes,” Jackie answered breathlessly, the gaze between her and Elliott intense.
I exhaled, not even realizing I’d been holding my breath.
Jack leaned over and kissed Jackie passionately as I pulled back just enough to watch her melt into it. She clutched his shoulders as he eased her onto her back beside me. I reached over and held her hand while he moved between her legs, his mouth trailing kisses down her body.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want it,” Jack said, his voice suddenly gentler.
Jackie nodded, her breath shaky. “I want this.”
I shifted to the side to give them space, sitting up on the couch, naked and flushed, and glanced over at Elliott.
He was still watching. His cock was fully out now—huge and thick. His hand worked himself in long, steady strokes. His expression was etched with arousal, but also admiration and curiosity.
“You okay?” I asked him softly.
His eyes flicked to mine. “Yeah,” he murmured. “She looks so fucking good like that. Lost in pleasure.”
I turned back just as Jack slowly pushed inside Jackie, her mouth dropping open on a moan. He held himself still for a moment, and she clutched his shoulder, her legs already wrapping around his waist.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You feel so fucking good.”
Jackie moaned beneath him, her hand still gripping mine. Her eyes fluttered open and met mine, and the intimacy of it—being here, sharing this, wrapped in permission and heat—made something bloom inside me.
Elliott groaned, louder now, and I turned my head to watch him.
“Is it turning you on?” I asked.
He didn’t look away. “Watching you two…and her like that…receiving pleasure. Yeah, it really is.”
Jack’s rhythm deepened, and Jackie was gasping now, her hands roaming over his back, her body rolling up into every thrust. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with her breathy moans and Jack’s low grunts.
I couldn’t look away. My pussy pulsed with need. I loved this.
Jackie cried out, her body tightening, her thighs squeezing around him as she came hard—and I felt it in my own body, the wave of release even though it wasn’t mine.
Jack slowed, panting, and dropped a kiss to her neck.
I turned to Elliott again, wanting to see if he was still okay.
He was leaning back now, legs spread, still stroking himself, but his eyes were on me.
“Come here,” he said.
My legs felt like jelly, my skin still buzzing from everything that had just happened. But when Elliott commanded it, I couldn’t resist the pull in his voice.
Still, I turned to Jackie first.
She was flushed, panting, her head resting back against the couch as Jack continued to move inside her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her lips parted in bliss. But when she opened her eyes and saw me watching, she smiled.
“Can I go to him?” I asked quietly.
She nodded instantly, her eyes soft. “Yes. Go.”
I leaned down and kissed her, a slow, grateful brush of my lips against hers.
Her smile deepened, and Jack dipped his head to kiss along her throat, still rolling his hips into her in smooth, measured strokes, before leaning over to kiss me deeply.
He pulled away, and I turned and walked over to Elliott, who was watching all of it with wide eyes and a raw hunger.
I knelt between his spread legs, my hands resting gently on his muscular thighs. “Still okay?”
He nodded, his breath shaky. “Very.”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
His eyes closed for a moment. Then he looked at me again and nodded.
I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his thigh, eyeing his hard, thick cock glistening at the tip. I wrapped my hand around him slowly and kissed the head.
He groaned, deep in his chest.
Behind me, I could still hear Jackie’s moans—rising in volume as Jack drove into her faster now, the sound of their bodies together filling the room.
I took Elliott into my mouth, inch by inch, listening to every change in his breath, every twitch of his hand as he rested it gently on the back of my head. I glanced up at him, and he was watching Jackie again.
“Fuck, she’s beautiful,” he muttered, his voice rough.
I pulled back just enough to respond. “She is.”
Then I took him deeper.
Elliott’s hips jerked slightly, and his hand tightened in my hair, but he was still careful. Still asking permission with every movement, even in silence.
I moaned around him, letting the vibrations buzz through his length. He let out a shuddering breath, and I felt his whole body stiffen.
“Fuck, Hana,” he groaned.
I peeked back to the couch just in time to see Jackie grabbing at Jack’s back, her mouth open on another cry, her whole body arched as another orgasm took her over. Jack held her close, murmuring something into her neck I couldn’t hear.
I could feel Elliott’s pulse throbbing beneath my lips, his breathing growing shallower, more ragged. He was so close.
But I wanted more.
I slowly pulled my mouth from him, licking my lips, and looked up at him. His eyes were heavy, his chest rising fast beneath the hem of his T-shirt.
“Can I be on top of you?” I whispered.
He blinked at me, seeming startled at first, but then he nodded. “Yes. Please.”
I turned slightly, glancing over my shoulder. Jackie was beginning to straddle Jack, her body slick with sweat, her hair wild. Her ass looked fucking amazing from this view.
Her eyes met mine.
“Still good?” I asked softly.
She knew what I meant. She smiled, small and breathless, and nodded. “Yes. Fuck him.”
I moved quickly, straddling Elliott’s hips as he lay back on the couch, his cock hard and waiting. I braced my hands on his chest, looking down at him.
I reached between us, guided him to my entrance, and sank down slowly. We both groaned at the same time—his hands gripping my hips, mine braced on his chest as I adjusted to the stretch.
I rolled my hips gently, then glanced over at Jackie. She was in control, her body gliding down onto his cock with a soft moan.
Jack groaned, gripping her thighs. “Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart.”
The room was thick with heat and the sound of soft moans.
I started to move, riding Elliott’s cock, my hands pressed against his chest. His eyes flickered between me and Jackie, like he needed to keep watching her to keep going.
I bent down to kiss him, our mouths meeting in a slow, tender kiss that turned hotter by the second. His hands roamed up my back, holding me close as I ground against him, using every inch of friction between us.
Behind me, Jackie’s rhythm was picking up again, her breathless moans blending with Jack’s, her hands pressed to his chest.
It was chaotic, intimate, and so fucking hot.
I never wanted it to end.