Chapter 38
Lauren
His eyes moved from my mouth to Kevin’s, then back to mine. “Lauren.”
“Don’t stand over there acting like you weren’t invited.” I said.
Kevin gave a low breath, almost a laugh. “She’s right.”
Jackson didn’t move yet, but his hand dropped from the doorframe.
I turned back to Kevin.
I reached for his belt and tugged it free.
Kevin muttered a curse under his breath when I pulled at the waistband of his pants.
I slipped my fingers in, wrapped my hand around his hardening cock, and smiled when he throbbed against my palm.
He was a little flushed, and as much as he might not have wanted to admit it, I knew he loved the thrill of this.
I kissed him again while I stroked him harder. He kissed me back hungrily, his movements getting more urgent the harder he became.
I broke the kiss and smiled up at him as I dropped to my knees.
“Fuck,” he said. “You don’t have to do this.”
I looked up at him. “I want to.”
Then I licked the head of his cock, enjoying the taste of him in my mouth, the smooth heat of him against my tongue.
Kevin sucked in a breath and gripped the edge of the dresser for support as I stroked him and licked him at the same time, my tongue flicking over the sensitive tip.
When he was fully hard and heavy in my hand, I took him into my mouth, sliding my lips only halfway down his length, teasing him for more.
I heard a shuffle behind me.
Jackson had finally come closer. He stopped a few feet away, like he still wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch what he’d been invited into.
“Fuck,” he said, low and rough.
When I came up for air, I pulled in a breath and turned to Jackson. Shock in his eyes, but there was no mistaking the hunger there either.
“You’re allowed to touch me,” I said, looking directly in his eyes.
Then I looked at Kevin. “Both of you are.”
Jackson glanced at Kevin.
Kevin’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Join.”
A short, disbelieving laugh slipped out of Jackson. Then he started loosening his pants.
“I don’t want you guys to hold back,” I said, pulling off my shirt and bra. “I want everything. And everything for both of you too.”
My bare tits sprang free, the subtle bounce catching both men’s attention at once.
“I want you to fuck me unrestrained, do everything naughty and dirty you’ve always wanted,” I said, reaching for Kevin again and taking him into my mouth.
I moved faster this time, sucking him harder, taking him deeper with each pass.
He muttered something under his breath and reached for my head, grabbing the base of my ponytail and pushing me farther down his length. In seconds, my nose was pressed against his groin, his thickness filling my throat while the corners of my mouth dribbled sloppily.
“Christ,” he said, pulling me off.
I struggled to catch my breath, then realized Jackson was right there too, his erection standing at attention in need of my attention.
I was glad to see he was already hard.
I took him into my mouth right away. His thickness stretched the corners of my lips, his hand gathering my hair into his fist as he pulled me down on him.
He held me steady and began thrusting into my throat, his grunts loud, his movements fast.
My eyes burned with tears. The pressure of his unyielding erection made my face sting.
He groaned deep in his chest and pulled me off him, stroking himself in his hand as he tore his shirt over his head.
I turned back to Kevin and took him in my mouth again, my free hand going to my breasts. I squeezed them, loving the way my aching core clenched in response.
Kevin pushed himself to the back of my throat and groaned loudly before he started thrusting his hips. The garbled sounds of him pumping into my wet mouth filled the room.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jackson said beside me, crouching so he could caress my breasts and slip his fingers into my pants.
When his fingers grazed my aroused clit, I moaned, holding on to Kevin as he fucked my throat. Saliva dripped down my chin and onto my tits while Kevin grew even thicker in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he said, pulling out and taking a step back.
His length glistened with my wetness, a string of it stretching from his tip to my mouth.
I licked my lips and laughed when Jackson picked me up from the floor and carried me to Kevin’s bed.
He laid me on my back and reached for the waistband of my pants, quickly peeling them off.
I moaned and writhed, taking my breasts in my hands and caressing them while I opened my legs to give them a show.
Kevin clenched his teeth, his gaze fixed between my legs as he tossed the rest of his clothes. Heat pooled in my core when he walked toward me with his wet cock hanging between his legs.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” Jackson said as he came to stand in front of me, blocking my view of Kevin.
He ran his hands down my spread legs, making me wetter every time he came close to my folds.
He licked his lips before dropping to his knees and gently kissing my folds. My body jolted at the light tease, a sharp wave of sensitivity rushing through me.
I moaned, my breath quickening as Jackson licked me open with his strong, warm tongue, groaning as my juices coated him.
I closed my eyes. My heart pounded as he licked me over and over, making me more aroused, my clit even more sensitive and swollen with need.
“Oh,” I breathed, reaching for Kevin, who stood to the side and watched, fascinated.
I shifted my head to the edge of the mattress, looking up at him. He came closer, and I opened my mouth, ready to taste him again.
He eased gently into my throat, this position, made the pressure worse. Still, I didn’t mind. I coaxed him deeper while Jackson ate me out. I was hot all over, my body burning with feverish heat.
Kevin rolled his hips carefully, pinching my nipples while he filled my throat. My core became even more sensitive, and Jackson made sure I felt every stroke of his tongue, every flick, every push.
I moaned when he licked me deep and drove two fingers inside me. He worked them back and forth while his tongue flicked my clit.
I moaned again, and Kevin took that as a sign to pull out. I sat up a little, watching Jackson as he fingered me.
“Oh God, yes,” I said, throwing my head back, my legs already trembling as Jackson’s fingers moved faster, the perfect match for his tongue.
I sucked in a breath, my body stiffening when my core tightened around Jackson’s fingers.
Jackson pulled back, smiling, his free hand roaming up my stomach to my tits while shivers ran through me.
“You’re fucking incredible, Lauren,” Jackson said as his fingers crept to my mouth.
My mouth was open as I tried to catch my breath. Jackson slipped his fingers in, letting me taste myself. I lapped eagerly at them, moaning as I sucked them clean.
He looked amused, his cock still hard and throbbing.
This was just the beginning.
“Get on all fours,” Jackson said, stroking himself, his gaze planted on my body.
I pushed myself up from the bed and shifted position, following his instructions. I pushed my ass out, parted my legs a little, and watched as Jackson climbed up behind me.
Kevin sat on the edge of the mattress, his length in his hand, watching us like it was his favorite thing in the world.
I shivered when Jackson dragged his hand against my pussy, spreading my wetness all the way to my ass before circling the rim with his thumb.
I moaned. “That feels so good.”
“My cock will feel even better,” he said.
My breath hitched when he pressed his tip against my soaked entrance and pushed into me in the next breath. My core squelched around the single thrust, a slick mess spreading beneath me.
I moaned while Jackson sucked in a breath, gripping my hips as he drove farther inside me. I bit my lip as my core stretched to fit him, my walls clenching around him, still sensitive from my last orgasm.
“Yes, fuck me hard,” I said.
And he did, ramming into me and making me squeal each time. The loud smack of skin against skin echoed through the room along with my grunts and moans.
I glanced over at Kevin and saw him stroking himself, his blue eyes intense.
The way Kevin looked at Jackson moving inside me shifted something. His hand slowed. His grip tightened on my hip. He set his shoulders and moved.
He knelt beside us on the bed, one hand sliding up Jackson’s back, steady, deliberate. Jackson’s rhythm faltered for half a second. His breath caught loud.
Kevin leaned in and kissed the side of Jackson’s neck, then his shoulder. Jackson turned his head just enough. Their mouths met messy and open, right there above me. I felt the jolt go through Jackson’s body where he was buried inside me.
I stayed right there on all fours, taking every thrust while Kevin’s hand moved lower, gripping Jackson’s hip, guiding him a little. Jackson made this wrecked sound into Kevin’s mouth that turned me on even more.
Kevin pulled back just far enough to look at me. His eyes filled with raw desire. “You good?”
“Better than good,” I said, voice rough. “Don’t stop.”
Jackson’s hips stuttered again. Kevin’s hand slid between us, fingers brushing where Jackson filled me, then lower. Jackson cursed, forehead dropping to my shoulder for a second.
They stayed close like that while Jackson kept fucking me. Kevin’s fingers traced, pressed, learned the feel of him. Jackson’s thrusts got a little wilder, chasing both sensations.
After a while Kevin eased back. He helped me shift onto my side, Jackson still inside me. Kevin stretched out facing us. His hand wrapped around Jackson’s cock at the base where it disappeared into me, stroking in time. Jackson groaned, long and low.
I reached for Kevin, pulled him closer until their chests pressed together with me between. Their mouths met again, slower this time, deeper. I watched Kevin’s controlled grip on the back of Jackson’s neck, Jackson’s hand fisting the sheets near my hip like he needed something to hold onto.
I’d seen the way they circled each other for so long, the way Kevin held everything so carefully and Jackson told himself it wasn’t real.
Now Kevin was finally letting himself have this, that quiet relief in the set of his shoulders.
And Jackson—God, Jackson had nothing left to hide behind.
Just raw openness, completely undone in a way that made my chest ache with how right it felt.
Jackson pulled out of me carefully. He was breathing hard, eyes a little wild when he looked at Kevin. Kevin didn’t look away. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, practical as always, and slicked his fingers.
I stayed close, one leg hooked over Jackson’s thigh, my hand on his chest. Jackson’s eyes flicked to me. I nodded.
Kevin moved behind Jackson. Slow. He kissed Jackson’s shoulder, his back, murmuring something too low for me to catch.
Jackson’s whole body tensed, breath shallow and quick, then eased as Kevin worked one slick finger inside him, patient, giving him time to adjust. Jackson exhaled shakily, hips shifting just a little, testing the new feeling.
Kevin added a second finger, slow and careful, his other hand stroking Jackson’s side, steadying him.
Jackson’s mouth parted, eyes half-closed, that total openness showing in every small movement.
When Kevin finally pressed inside him, Jackson made a sound I’d never heard from him before. Raw. Relieved. Kevin stayed still, forehead against Jackson’s back, one hand stroking Jackson’s cock. “Breathe,” he said, voice steady but thick.
Jackson exhaled shakily. I kissed him then, deep and slow, while Kevin started to move—small, careful rolls of his hips at first, letting Jackson get used to the stretch and fullness.
Jackson pushed back gradually, finding the rhythm, his hand tightening on my hip.
Kevin’s control started to fray at the edges—his hips snapping harder, his hand tightening on Jackson’s hip.
Jackson’s sounds got louder, broken. He came first, spilling over my fingers with Kevin still moving inside him.
Kevin followed right after, burying his face in Jackson’s neck as he finished.
We stayed tangled like that for a long minute, breathing hard. I was still buzzing, not quite finished, but it didn’t matter right then.
Jackson turned his head and kissed Kevin again, softer this time.
Kevin kissed him back like he’d been waiting years for exactly this.
When they broke apart, Kevin looked at me over Jackson’s shoulder.
His hand found mine and squeezed. Kevin’s palm rested on Jackson’s chest for a moment, right over his heart, a small deliberate touch that said everything about the history between them.
Jackson pulled me closer, still catching his breath. “Jesus, Lauren.”
I laughed once, quiet. “Yeah.”
We didn’t rush to move. Kevin got a cloth and cleaned us up with that same deliberate care he did everything.
Jackson stayed quiet, but he kept one arm around me and reached for Kevin’s wrist, holding on like he still couldn’t quite believe we were all still here.
I watched the two of them settle against each other, no jealousy, just this deep sense of rightness.
They belonged like this, and I belonged with them.