Chapter 22 Jade
“Trent?” Spencer's voice is hardly more than a rasp, but the question is there even as he continues to watch me, the hunger in his eyes threatening to do me in.
I don’t hear Trent reply, but a second later, Spencer nods, walking deeper into the room, leaving the door wide open as if to invite an audience. The thought sends a shiver through me.
Zander releases me, and I slowly sit back up as Spencer drops into the chair opposite the bed.
He leans back, his legs spread wide, his cock visibly straining against his pants, and I swear my mouth waters at the thought of it.
Zander moves around the bed, making it dip, but doesn’t go far as I turn my attention back to Trent.
I can feel Zander’s presence at my back, the same way I can feel Spencer’s eyes as they trail over me, hungrily.
Trent’s hands rest on my hips now, and between the three of them, I’m going out of my mind. His cock throbs again underneath me, and I can’t stop myself from grinding down against him.
“So needy, Demon,” Spencer says, and I swear I hear a hint of amusement in his tone. “Do you want his cock?” he asks, making Trent’s eyes widen as he looks up at me. “Do you want Trent to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation, staring down into Trent’s eyes. He still looks a little out of his element, but with my response, he presses up into me, making me gasp.
Zander groans low and sexy behind me, and I know I’ve pleased him. He loves when I vocalize what I want.
“I bet she’s soaked. Can you feel her pussy dripping for you, Trent? Can you feel it through those sinful little shorts of hers?” Spencer asks, his voice low and rough, adding to the rush of heat I feel at his words.
Trent’s jaw ticks as he gives a stiff nod.
“Show me,” Spencer demands, and I hear movement from his chair, but don’t dare look away to see, no matter how much I want to.
Trent turns to look at Spencer. His brows knit as if he thinks he might have heard him wrong.
“You don’t have—.”
I want to assure him he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to, but before I can get the words out, he turns back to me. A look of determination settling over his face, making me stop short.
Trent releases his hold on my hips, letting his hand drop to my thighs before he begins slowly inching them up.
Higher and higher, his hands glide over my bare legs.
I’m aching for him, and he’s hardly touched me yet.
He stops, his fingertips running over the edge of my shorts.
His brows pull down as he looks up at me, silently asking my permission.
It’s such a Trent thing to do, ensuring I’m okay before he continues.
I can’t nod fast enough.
His lips twitch in just the barest hint of a smile before his eyes fall to watch his fingers disappear beneath my shorts, and I do the same.
I’ve never been so upset to have clothes on. I want to see him touch me, watch them disappear inside of me. His fingers leave a trail on my skin as he works his way higher before finally reaching the spot where I want them most.
Or they almost do. His fingers trace over the front of my panties, so fucking close that I can’t hold back the desperate whine that works its way out of me.
“Jesus fuck, Trent,” Zander grunts, and I’m not sure what made him say it, but I agree.
Spencer chuckles, the sound deep, dark, and fucking delicious. It reminds me of our time together not so long ago, which is not at all helpful right now as I tremble in anticipation.
“As much as we're all enjoying this, edging isn’t really something we have time for right now, Trent,” Spencer says, and I hear the disappointment in his words. Bastard.
Without hesitation, Trent works two of his thick fingers below my underwear, dragging them from my opening to my clit. My breathing hitches as I push into his fingers, desperate for friction, and I almost cry out when he pulls away.
Trent pulls his hand free of my shorts, holding his hand up for Spencer. Even in the low light, I can see the shine of my arousal that covers his fingers.
Both Zander and Spencer let out deep growls, and I watch as Trent spins his hand this way and that, his eyes focused on his fingers as his lip pulls up slightly.
His hesitation melts away before my eyes.
Before Spencer can give him any more guidance, he’s popping his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, and I can’t look away.
Why is that so fucking hot?
His lips crash into mine so hard that I would have fallen back had his arms not wrapped around me, holding me to him. His taste mixes with my own, and I hum into his mouth, thoroughly enjoying it. I feel his lips split into a grin before he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, making me gasp.
“Good to see you don’t need any more coaxing, but if you plan to have time to fuck her, I suggest you do it now. We have things to do, and I don’t think she'll let you off that bed otherwise,” Spencer says, his voice sounding much closer this time.
He’s wrong, though. I totally would let Trent go if he decided he didn’t want this. I’d never force myself on anyone. I’m not that kind of monster. But yeah, I’d either need him or Zander to help me get my head back in the game, or I could always handle matters myself.
I’m not above handling myself if needed, though I really hope it’s not.
Trent pushes forward, this time letting me go so that I fall back in a heap. My hair spreads across the bed as he quickly yanks my shorts and underwear off in one go.
Zander sits at the foot of the bed just to my left, leaning back on one arm with his legs spread, one dangling off the edge as he twists a loose strand of my hair around his finger, tugging gently.
“Couldn’t help myself,” he says with a shrug and a wink, and my eyes fall to his cock, fisted in his other hand while he slowly pumps it up and down, watching us.
I don’t have anything to say to that as I continue to watch him before I feel Spencer’s gaze bore into me.
Spencer stands at the end of the bed, his eyes on me and his hand shamelessly resting on his bulge, though, unlike Zander, he’s left his in his pants.
Pity.
Trent’s over top of me the next second, pulling my gaze back to him as he looks down at me like a crazed man.
“Tell me I can fuck you, Sweetness,” he begs, searching my eyes for the answer, sounding half-crazed, desperate.
“If you don’t fuck her, I will,” Zander mumbles, and I hear Spencer move around the edge of the bed before he claps him on the side of the head.
“This isn’t about you, Zan. This was to help Trent. You really need to learn to share,” he scolds him.
“Fine, we can fuck her. Happy?” Zander huffs, and I can almost picture Spencer's look of annoyance.
“If you don’t fuck me, I might die,” I tell Trent, not giving a shit how dramatic that might seem.
“Can’t have that now, can we?” He smiles, leaning in and quickly pressing his lips to mine before pulling away again.
The head of his cock rubs against me as he lines himself up with my opening, and I feel almost giddy.
Trent is a great guy. I knew it from the day he walked me to the bathroom at the station, and I’ve seen it a million times over as he helped me and became my friend.
He’s handsome and sweet, and not someone I ever thought would want to get tangled up in all this, with me.
He wasn’t someone I thought I was allowed to want, but here he is, supporting me, helping me, about to fuck me. All while Spencer and Zander watch on.
I’m not sure it could get much better than this.
Well, that’s a lie. I know a few ways we could make it better, but we’ll save that for another time. Don’t want to scare him off.
Trent presses into me with one quick snap of his hips, burying himself so deep that it steals the air from my lungs. He stays still for all of two seconds before he pulls back and does it again, causing us to both moan in unison.
Neither Spencer nor Zander says a word, but I can still feel their eyes on me, on us.
My need has been building since the moment Zander joined us, pressing me into Trent.
Adding Spencer took it to another level, and that was even before Trent had really touched me.
Now he’s buried inside me, his cock filling me as the others watch, and I feel overwhelmed with the sensation of all of it.
“Fuck, Jade,” Trent growls as I clench around him, my orgasm already building.
He moves impossibly faster, slamming into me harder.
The sound of our skin coming together over and over fills the room, but it’s not the only sound.
Trent drops his head, catching my nipple in his mouth; his teeth gently graze the sensitive flesh before releasing it with a pop.
He kisses his way up my chest to my neck, and I lift my chin, turning my head to give him better access, and my eyes fall on Zander.
His shirt is off, but he still wears the shorts he slept in.
They sit low on his hips, his hand still wrapped around his dick as he pumps it up and down at the same bruising pace that Trent fucks into me with.
The bars on the underside of his cock shine even in the low light, and I want to taste him.
He grunts, pulling my attention to his face, where I find his eyes glued to me, a smirk on those sinful lips.
“You take his cock so well, Doll,” Zander rasps as his eyes travel down my body, and I know without asking what he’s looking at.
My orgasm rips through me at his words, pulling a sudden scream from my lips that I don’t even try to stop, too caught up in the pleasure they’re wringing from my body to care.
My back arches off the bed as I’m hit with wave after wave of pleasure, my eyes locked on Zander as Trent continues to fuck me, drawing it out longer than I knew was possible until I worry I might pass out.