16. Jade #3
I lean forward, mouth on Shadow first. Hot, salty, thick on my tongue.
I suck deep, swirling, hollowing cheeks.
He groans, hips rocking shallow. Then Razor tugs my head gently, and I switch.
Stretching my lips around his girth, taking as much as I can.
I pump Shadow with my hand, wet from spit, matching the rhythm.
They guide me back and forth. Hands in my hair, low groans, praise spilling.
“Look at her take us both,” Shadow says thickly.
“Made for this cock,” Razor growls. “Suck harder. Yeah… good fucking girl.”
I alternate deeper, wetter, spit dripping. Their thighs tense, muscles flexing. Power surges. I’m using my mouth, making them groan, choosing every second.
Shadow pulls me up by my hair. Gentle at first, then firmer, guiding me to my feet between them. His fingers stay tangled in the strands, tilting my head back so he can claim my mouth again, deep and filthy, tasting the salt of them on my tongue.
Razor’s hand slides to the small of my back, warm palm pressing me forward until the backs of my knees hit the bed’s edge.
Shadow breaks the kiss, eyes dark and locked on mine. “Lie back, baby.”
I sink onto the mattress, the sheets cool against my heated skin. Razor follows, kneeling between my legs while Shadow climbs up beside me.
They move together, like they’ve shared this rhythm before, but tonight every touch is for me. Razor grips my thighs, spreading them wide, hooking my knees over his broad shoulders until I’m open, vulnerable, aching.
Shadow leans down, mouth closing over one breast, sucking hard on the nipple while his hand finds the other, pinching and rolling the peak until the sting melts into sharp pleasure.
Then Razor’s mouth descends.
His tongue flattens against my clit in one broad, firm stroke that makes my hips jerk off the bed.
He licks in tight circles, then flicks the tip fast and precise, learning every twitch, every gasp, every place that makes me moan louder.
I arch, fingers twisting in the sheets, the sound ripping out of me unfiltered and raw.
Shadow switches breasts, teeth grazing the swollen peak before soothing with his tongue, then his palm cracks lightly across the swell. Sharp slap that sends fire streaking straight to my core. I clench hard, wetness flooding Razor’s mouth.
“Fuck, she’s dripping,” Razor mutters against me, the vibration humming through my clit. He sucks the bud into his mouth, fingers sliding inside. Two thick ones curling deep, stroking that spot that makes white-hot pleasure burst behind my eyelids.
Shadow spanks my breast again, lighter this time, then rubs the blooming heat away with his thumb. “Listen to her moan. So fucking sweet for us.”
I’m drowning in it. Razor’s tongue relentless on my clit, fingers thrusting in perfect rhythm.
Shadow’s mouth and hand worshipping my breasts with sucks, pinches, light slaps that keep the edge razor-sharp.
Pleasure coils tighter and tighter, building in heavy waves until it snaps.
I shatter, crying out their names, thighs trembling around Razor’s head as my walls pulse hard.
He laps me through every aftershock, drawing out the tremors until I’m whimpering, oversensitive, and boneless.
They don’t give me time to come down.
Razor pulls back, flips me onto my stomach with easy strength. I push up on hands and knees on instinct, body still humming. Shadow kneels in front of me, cock hard and leaking, brushing my swollen lips. “Open,” he says, voice rough with want.
He slides into my mouth, shallow at first to let me adjust, then deeper, filling me.
Razor positions himself behind, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks.
One palm cracks across my ass. Hot, stinging bloom that makes me moan around Shadow’s length, the vibration pulling a groan from him.
“That’s it,” Razor growls, setting a hard, steady rhythm as he thrusts deep, stretching me full. “Take us both like a good girl.”
He spanks again. Crack. Skin burning sweetly as he drives in harder. Shadow threads fingers in my hair, guiding my head, fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts that match Razor’s pace from behind. The dual sensation overwhelms.
Full and stretched from the back, mouth filled and claimed from the front, ass blooming with heat from each sharp spank. Razor’s hand cracks down again, then rubs the sting away, fingers dipping forward to circle my clit in tight, firm strokes.
I come hard, walls clamping down around Razor, muffled cries vibrating around Shadow and pushing him over the edge too. He groans, hips stuttering, then pulls out to let me gasp for air.
Razor follows right after, burying deep with a low, guttural growl, spilling inside me as his fingers keep working my clit through the aftershocks. The look on his face when he comes is something I’ll remember forever.
After, they clean me up gently and rearrange us in the small bed, me between them with my head on Shadow’s chest and Razor’s arm around my waist.
We’re quiet for a while, just breathing together.
Then reality starts to creep back in.
Tomorrow I walk into Tyler’s apartment. Tomorrow everything could go wrong. Tomorrow I might die.
And tonight I just slept with two of my three protectors while the third is outside standing guard.
What the hell have I done?