Chapter 29
Aurora
“Iwant all of you—both of you?” I don’t know what we have time for. Five minutes isn’t long.
We’re a tangle of limbs and discarded clothing. Reece yanks my shirt over my head and flings it aside.
“Face me.” He palms my breast and teases my nipple with his thumb, his erection nestled between my ass cheeks. “I need your pussy.”
Jackson cups my jaw and draws me in for a kiss. “Let him sweat. He can watch me fuck you.” His eyes shine with mirth. The corner of his mouth lifts into that crooked grin I love before his lips land on mine.
Reece fists a handful of my hair. “Don’t,” he rasps. “Unless you want to lose your not-husband. I need to be inside you—it’s driving me fucking mad.”
Jackson’s chest vibrates with a stifled chuckle. “He just wants to imagine he’s breeding you.”
He releases my jaw, slips his arm beneath my knee, and lifts my leg high on his hip. Behind him, I hear the snap of a bottle cap.
Reece pinches my nipple. “Like you don’t?” he fires back at Jax.
“Oh, I will be,” Jax groans and thrusts his length along my clit, “while her cunt is strangling my dick.”
I whimper and writhe. “Maybe we should start instead of arguing.”
“Baby boy.” Ethan wraps his hand around Jackson’s throat and tilts his head back onto his shoulder. “You’re talking way too fucking much. What are the rules?”
Jax bites his bottom lip, and his cock jerks against my center. “Mm...fuck... No talking...”
In the dim light, I can’t see much, but whatever Ethan is doing between them has Jackson squeezing his eyes shut, his abs twitching and his grip tightening on my thigh.
Fuck, that’s hot. My mind conjures fantasies of the four of us FaceTiming while the guys are traveling—my God, I’m getting as bad as Jax. I blame the pregnancy. Sometimes I’m utterly exhausted; other times I wake with a fierce ache, like today.
“We don’t have time for you to run your mouth.” Ethan’s stern voice drags me from my thoughts. “Do I need to tape it shut?”
That deep, commanding tone… The pure pleasure contorting Jackson’s features… Reece sucking and biting my throat… Desire swims low in my belly. I’m so wet, my arousal is slicking Jackson’s shaft as he rocks his hips and grinds into me.
His chest heaves. “No, Coach... Fuck... Don’t stop.”
Ethan ghosts his lips along the curve of Jackson’s neck. “I need to stop, baby, so I can put my cock inside you.”
Holy fuck. Wildfire sweeps across my skin. It feels wrong to stare, yet I can’t look away. The last time we were in this position, Jax and Reece were both inside me. I couldn’t focus on anything but them. Seeing this side of Ethan and Jax together is a first—and I like it. A lot.
Ethan’s gaze snags mine, his eyes dark with desire, pupils blown wide. “Baby girl, you wanna watch me fuck Jax?”
Do I ever.
I swallow to wet my dry throat. “Yes, Sir.”
Two fingers plunge into me. “You’re soaked, princess. You wanna watch them fuck while I take you from behind?”
Did I wake? Am I still asleep and dreaming? “Sí, Papi.”
Jax growls. Reece wastes no time lining himself up and thrusting inside me. The stretch of him—his piercings grazing every sensitive spot—sends waves of ecstasy through my core, and I clench around him. He stills, giving me a moment to adjust, his fingers gripping my hip possessively.
“Aurora,” he groans, raw and rough. “Fuck, I need you.”
He pushes deeper, filling me completely and eliciting a sharp cry from my throat. He withdraws nearly all the way, then drives into me in one, powerful stroke, arching my back and making my breasts bounce.
In front of me, Ethan slicks his length, then positions himself behind Jax—Jax bent slightly forward, knee raised between us, their legs entwined.
With one hand gripping Jackson’s throat, Ethan guides his cock with the other. The faint light casts shadows between us, obscuring my view of Ethan breaching Jax, but what undoes me most is their desperation for each other.
Jackson hisses through clenched teeth, his neck arched, precum dripping down his shaft. “Oh, fu—”
Ethan sinks into him, and his words dissolve into a moan, his usual, never-ending commentary replaced by needy whimpers.
“That’s it, baby boy. Take. Every. Fucking. Inch,” Ethan rumbles, low and filthy. “So goddamn tight—like your ass was made just for me.”
Oh. My. God. Witnessing this should be illegal.
Their pleasure is my pleasure. My head clouds with ecstasy, and I meet Reece thrust for thrust.
His hand slides from my hip to my center, his fingers finding my swollen clit and circling. “You gonna come on my cock, angel?”
“Sí, Papi.” His piercings hit spots that make my vision blur. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
Ethan drives hard into Jax, and his dick jolts. I reach between us and stroke him. He’s hot and slick, throbbing in my grip.
His lips part, and breathy moans escape him. “I need to come. Please, Coach. Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Not yet. You can come when Aurora does.” Ethan releases Jackson’s throat to grasp his hips and pound into him as if we only have thirty seconds left, which we might, per his five-minute rule.
Jax’s mouth collides with mine in a frantic kiss, punctuated by our desperate moans.
It’s the most intoxicating thing—watching the strongest people I know break for one another, for me—and I’m teetering on the edge, gasping for air, my thighs trembling.
Reece’s thrusts grow erratic. His fingers circle my clit faster, and he fucks me deeper, harder. “I’m going to fill your pussy. Come, baby. Milk my fucking cock.”
That’s all it takes. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, and stars dance behind my eyelids. I cry out and clamp down on Reece’s length.
“Jesus…fuck, Aurora.” His rhythm falters. His fingertips dig into my hip. He buries himself to the hilt and jerks inside me, filling me with his release.
Jackson’s cock pulses in my hand, and he comes in hot spurts across my swollen belly, chanting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Ethan’s jaw locks, the muscle feathering, and a vein bulges in his neck. He withdraws and fists his shaft, working his length with punishing strokes until he marks Jax’s ass with cum.
The room falls silent except for our collective panting. Reece stays buried inside me, his chest to my back, his arm around me.
With a satisfied smirk, Ethan traces through his release, creating something resembling a heart. Then he lands a sharp smack on Jax’s ass. “Shower. Now.” He hops off the bed, his cock bobbing between his legs.
“Why don’t I ever get cum hearts?” I whine. “That’s so unfair.”
“I’m keeping my cum inside you,” he calls over his shoulder. “If you two don’t get up and shower, I’ll show you what unfair really is.”