36
AURORA
Jackson sucks my nipple into his mouth and pushes the robe off my shoulders. My confidence shakes. Feeling attractive at almost six months pregnant is difficult, but these two quickly restore my self-esteem.
Ethan strips and drags me into the shower. Jax follows, flipping on the dual showerheads and rainfall above. Steam swirls in the air, creating a hazy, dream-like atmosphere, and the fact that we’re naked together doesn’t seem so unnatural.
I tip my head back and let the water run over my body. Impatient as ever, Ethan seizes my throat and draws me in for a heated kiss. Our tongues intertwine, and he caresses my stomach.
“Fuck, I love this,” he rumbles between kisses. “I still can’t believe you’re having my baby.”
Jackson grasps my hips from behind and presses his erection against my ass. I reach between us and wrap my hand around his hard length. He releases a deep groan and bites my shoulder.
I trace my fingers down Ethan’s toned abs and do the same with my other hand, stroking them both. Hands explore my body, and honestly, I couldn’t tell you whose are whose. Both are calloused and scratchy.
Ethan’s kiss becomes urgent, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before he fists my hair and demands, “Get on your knees.”
Twisting to the side, I lower to the stone floor between them. Ethan guides me toward Jax, and I suck him into my mouth while palming the other.
They stare down at me, eyes half-lidded and full of lust. Their hair is dripping wet, and water runs down their impressive bodies. It’s hot as hell.
You know what else is hot? Ethan’s hand on Jax’s waist, his thumb tracing the indentation of that V-cut muscle. That’s fucking hot.
I look up and hold Jackson’s gaze. I glide my tongue along the length of his shaft, then wrap my lips around the head of his cock, flicking the sensitive underside.
“Fuck.” He clasps my nape and thrusts his hips.
Ethan cups the back of my head, urging me to take Jax deeper, and I gag.
Still, he doesn’t let up.
My throat works furiously against the intrusion, and I focus on breathing through my nose. My eyes well up, but I blink away the tears to watch my husband’s face contort with ecstasy.
His palm hits the shower wall, his fingers dig into my skin, and his cock jerks in my mouth.My pussy aches for attention in response to his pleasure, and I moan around him.
My hair is tugged, and Jax pops free from my lips.
Intense gray eyes lock on mine, Ethan’s bicep bulging with the force of his grip. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “You like that, don’t you? Being our dirty girl?”
I stroke his cock with a pleading stare. “Yes.”
Jackson’s erection is rock-solid in my other hand. He’s loving every second of this.
Without breaking eye contact, Irun my tongue up Ethan’s length, following the path of a prominent vein. I reach the tip and lick along the slit to savor the taste of his salty pre-cum.
Those stormy eyes darken, and his jaw ticks. “Open.”
I obey, and he holds my head steady and fucks my mouth. He bumps the back of my throat, and I gag and swallow.
He pulls me away with a growly hum. “You’re too good at that.”
We continue this way, with me taking turns blowing them until we’re all frantic with need and Ethan is yanking me to my feet.
His lips crash into mine, and his fingers tease my clit. I whimper and push back into Jax.
He takes the hint and notches at my entrance. “Fuck.” He thrusts deep. “I’ve missed this pussy.”
I moan into Ethan’s kiss, my hands tangling in his thick hair.
“Come on Jackson’s cock, baby girl.” He circles my clit faster. “Get him nice and slick so we can both fuck you.”
The smell of coconut oil fills the steamy air, and Jax’s fingers find my ass. Understanding the assignment, he pounds into me while stretching my tight hole.
My head drops onto his shoulder. I dig my nails into Ethan’s neck, and my legs shake. Someone pinches my nipples, and I can’t take it anymore. It’s an onslaught of pleasure.
I cry out and shatter in their arms.
Jax slams into me. “Fuck. Fuck. You’re gripping me so fucking tight.”
“Don’t make him come yet.” My mind is still a cloud of euphoria when I’m suddenly lifted into Ethan’s arms, Jackson’s cock replaced by his. “I want him to fill your ass while I unload in your pussy.”
“Jesus fuck.” Jax eases into me. “Goddamn.”
I suck in a sharp breath and tense around them, clutching Ethan’s broad shoulders.
His hold on my thighs turns bruising, and he groans, “Relax, baby. Let us in.”
Jackson slides past that tight ring of muscle, filling me in one, firm stroke, and a lusty, high-pitched moan escapes me.
Arousal swoops low in my belly. So full.
Ethan adjusts me in his arms, his hips rolling as they find their rhythm. “Good fucking girl,” he praises. “You take us so fucking well.”
His dirty words and gravelly tone shoot straight to my clit, and my orgasm builds rapidly once again.
They fall in sync, rutting into me, and a melody of erotic sounds bounces off the tiles. Moans. Grunts. Whimpers. Wet skin on skin. It’s intoxicating, and that submissive haze takes over.
I become pliant and surrender to their desires. It’s the most incredible feeling—heady and gratifying.
Jax grabs my chin and forces my mouth to his. He devours me, the kiss rough and desperate. “There’s nothing better than fucking you.” His warm breath shudders over my lips. “Except for fucking you while you’re full of Ethan’s cock.”
His voice is raspy, his thrusts punishing. He’s close.
My body flushes with heat. “Fuck me, Jax. Fill my ass with cum.”
With a guttural groan, he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip. His fingers tremble against my skin. He jerks inside me, and the burn of his hot cum sends me over the edge.
“Oh… Fuck, I’m gonna come.” My words are barely above a whisper.
Ethan buries his cock to the hilt. “That’s my girl… Fuck… Give me that tight pussy.”
He hits deep, and I gush around him, screaming in ecstasy.
His head falls back, his neck arched and his lips parted. He hisses through his teeth, and his cock throbs inside me. His pleasure suspends mine, and I lick and bite that strained tendon, moaning the entire time.
No one moves. We’re frozen in post-climax bliss.
The three of us pant, trying to catch our breaths, our hearts beating wildly together. My tongue dances with Ethan’s, passionate and languid.
Jax trails kisses along the curve of my neck, his fingers in my hair. “That might be the best fuck we’ve ever had.”
“Mmm.” Ethan makes a sound of agreement. “I’m gonna sleep like the dead.”
Later that night, we’re lying in bed. My body is deliciously sore, my head on Ethan’s shoulder, and Jackson is curled around me, his arm over my waist and his hand on my belly.
“We need to think of a baby name,” Ethan says in the dark.
“How about Elijah?” Jax offers. “It has all our initials. We can call him Eli or EJ. It’s perfect.”
A chuckle vibrates within Ethan’s chest. “You never cease to amaze me, but I like it.”
“Me too,” I add. “Elijah, it is.”