Chapter 22 Jade #2
Trent slows, my walls still trembling around him, greedy for more even after the longest orgasm of my life. He pulls back, looking down at me with a smile before he drops a kiss on my lips and backs away. His cock pulls free, and I feel empty, a soft whimper falling from my lips at the loss.
“Greedy little Demon,” Spencer growls, but I can hear the strain in his voice.
I open my mouth, ready to tell him just how needy I am and beg him to fuck me, but before I can, Trent snakes his arm under my waist, hauling me up off the bed.
I go willingly, unsure what he’s got in mind, but more than happy to find out.
He pulls me up so that we’re both on our knees, our height difference leaving me staring at his chest.
Unable to stop myself, I lean forward, letting my lips brush against his skin before I dart my tongue out, flicking his nipple. His husky growl is like music to my ears as goosebumps break out over his skin.
He grabs my waist hard, turning me around before pushing me forward until I’m on my hands and knees in front of him.
Damn, that was hot as fuck.
Maybe I should keep pushing him after all.
No sooner does the thought enter my head than Trent slams back into me.
My reflexes are the only reason I don’t end up face-down on the mattress.
His hands fall to my shoulders, gripping them and holding me up as he slams into me repeatedly.
I’d thought he was fucking me hard before, but now his pace is bruising, and I love it.
“Tell Zander what you want, Sweetness,” Trent says without slowing.
His voice is dark and demanding, and I can’t resist the urge to please him, please them.
Turning my head, I find Zander easily enough.
He’s no longer sitting lazily stroking his cock, though.
He’s up on his knees now, his face scrunched up in pleasure as he watches us, and I can see the hunger in his eyes as they meet mine.
“Zander,” I moan his name as Trent slams into me, and I watch his hand pause, gripping his cock hard. He’s so close now that I could almost reach out and touch him.
Fuck, I want to touch him. I want him to touch me.
“Words,” Spencer snaps, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Please,” I beg, unsure what I’m even asking for at this point, but knowing I need it, need them.
Zander looks torn as he watches me before he looks away, and I know he’s looking at Spencer. I can see the desperation in his eyes, the need to go to me.
“You beg beautifully, Demon, but we can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell us what that is,” Spencer tells me, and I know he’s right, but how do I decide?
My brain isn’t functioning fully right now.
Too focused on the cock buried deep inside of my pussy and the beautiful one I want to devour.
“Please… Fuck my mouth, Zan,” I force the words out around my building pleasure. Even the thought of them both taking me pushes me closer to the edge once again.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Spencer curses under his breath, his voice hardly more than a rasp.
Zander’s face lights up at my words, and he’s moving even before I finish speaking. Trent slides his hands down my back to grip my waist as Zander crawls in front of me, his beautiful cock finally close enough for me to reach.
Leaning forward, I let my tongue dart out, licking up the pre-cum that drips from him, making him curse.
Zander moves in closer, his cock hard, and I can’t wait another second.
Trent slams into me, forcing me forward, and I drop down, lining up Zander’s cock with my mouth, swallowing him down.
The force of Trent’s thrust forces him down my throat in one go.
I hear his grunt and feel his body tense a second before his hand wraps up in my hair, holding me there.
Trent doesn’t move, letting his cock stay buried inside me, and I can only assume that means he’s watching us.
I swallow around his cock, breathing out of my nose to fight the urge to gag as I let out a pleased hum around him.
“Fuck!” All three of them groan before Trent pulls back, yanking me off Zander’s cock, only to slam us both forward again a second later.
“Chill out, man,” Zander all but hisses, his words choked. “I’m gonna last all of two more seconds if you keep this up,” he whines, and even with his cock filling my mouth, I can’t help but laugh.
“That funny to you, Doll?” he asks, and I peer up at him through my lashes as he pulls back. I can’t exactly talk, but I don’t need to. Hollowing my cheeks, I press my tongue flat to the sensitive underside of his dick, pulling back, dragging my tongue along the length of it.
His hands tighten in my hair, tugging at it and adding to my already almost overwhelming pleasure.
“Keep it up, Doll, and I’ll be coming down that pretty little throat of yours,” Zander says like it’s a threat. Too bad for him. That's exactly what I was aiming for.
I do it again, and this time, I see the understanding light in his eyes.
Now he’s got it.
“Pinch my leg if it’s too much,” he says, waiting for me to nod before he presses forward, holding me there for a moment before he pulls out, only to press back in a second later.
They find a rhythm pretty quickly after that.
Trent slams into my pussy while Zander fucks my mouth.
My walls flutter, and I know any second my orgasm is going to crash over me.
I look to my left, and my eyes land on Spencer, where he once again sits in the chair.
It’s pulled up next to the bed now, and a whimper gets caught in my throat around Zander's cock as my eyes find him sitting with his dick in his hand.
“Jade!” Trent roars as my orgasm rips through me.
He pumps twice more before I feel his warm cum filling me.
Sagging forward, his arms come down on either side of me to hold himself up, his chest brushing my back with each deep breath he takes.
Zander’s dick cuts off my scream as he continues to fuck into my mouth.
Trent’s hand rests around my throat, his cock still hard and inside of me even though I can feel our mixed release dripping from me.
“Can you feel him fucking her throat?” Spencer asks, and I hear the chair creak as he sits forward.
“Yeah,” is all Trent says, but I can hear the hint of wonder in his breathless tone.
But it’s Zander who seems to like his answer best. He pulls his dick from my mouth, fisting it as he looks down at me.
I must be a mess of tangled hair and drool right now, but somehow, he still looks at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.
“Open,” he commands, and I do. Trent moves his hand to my chin, pushing my head back as Zander leans forward, pumping his cock a few times before cum shoots out toward my face.
Mouth open, I stick my tongue out, looking up at him.
Hot ribbons hit my cheek and shoulder, but I couldn’t care less with the way he’s looking at me right now.
“Swallow it for me, Doll,” he rasps once he’s finished, groaning.
Reaching out, Zander shoves Trent back before he wraps an arm around me and pulls me down onto the bed with him. It only takes a moment before Trent joins us, our labored breathing the only sound in the room.
“Sorry to break up your post-sex cuddle pile, but we have some things we need to talk about,” Spencer says after a few minutes, making all three of us groan. I know he’s right, though, and for what it’s worth, I really do think he’s sorry.
Slowly, we peel ourselves off the bed. I grab my shorts but skip my soaking underwear before I snag Zander’s shirt.
“Hey!” he protests, chasing after me as I throw it on. I quickly push my arms through the sleeves before turning to stick my tongue out at him and going to hide behind Spencer.
“She already has it on,” he says, sounding annoyed with our little game, but I can see the hint of a smile on his lips. I take my shorts with me into the bathroom and clean up, and when I come out, all three of them are still there waiting for me.
“Come on, Doll,” Zander says with a smile, clearly over the stolen shirt. He turns, waving me toward his back. A smile splits my face as I race toward him, hopping on with a chuckle before he flies out of the room and down the stairs.
Today's going to suck, but at least it won’t suck as bad with them.