Page 25 of The Handy Men
"You're amazing," he said.
Paige gasped when Jack flipped her over on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him through the veil of her hair. "My turn," he said, with that smoldering look she loved and a seductive grin. If she hadn’t just been so thoroughly fucked, she could have come just by that alone. He tore the condom wrapper off with his teeth and eased it on his cock.
"Jack," Dean warned. "Be careful with her."
"I'm always careful.” Jack positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy.
"I don't want careful," Paige moaned, thrusting herself back.
"She doesn't want careful," he said, and grabbed her hips.
Sensation narrowed to the hard pounding of Jack's body into hers. Paige gave herself up to the frenzied pace. Her clit was swollen and sensitive. His balls slapped into it and sent chills up her spine.
Paige didn't recognize the noises coming out of her mouth. She felt the house shake and the lightning crack, but it was dimmer now. The only roar and explosion she was concentrating on was coming from inside her body. Jack was thick and she was spread wide to accommodate his girth.
Dean's finger was slippery when it touched her backside. He eased his finger between her cheeks and just rubbed over her little hole.
"I haven't. I never," she panted.
"We're going slowly," Dean said. "I want you to get used to me touching you here. And when you're begging me for more, we'll go on."
Paige's gasps sounded like sobs as Jack gave it to her as deep and fast as she liked. She no longer could tell when an orgasm was coming. They just crashed over and over until she was wrung out and shaking.
Please let this not be a dream.
Jack collapsed on her back after surrendering to his orgasm. He kissed her shoulder. "You are perfect."
His weight was taken off her when Dean toppled him over on his hands and knees, and she rolled over on her back. Jack gripped the carpet and smiled a fierce grin at her. "Come over here and put that sweet pussy in my face."
Paige laughed breathlessly and shook her head. "I can't move."
She shrieked as he grabbed her ankle and yanked her across the carpet. "I'm going to have rug burn," she complained.
Then, the smile froze on her face as Dean thrust into Jack. Jack's back arched and he hissed between his teeth.
"We won't be this rough with you," Dean promised.
Jack's face reflected both pleasure and pain.
"Are you all right?" she whispered.
"Oh, baby. Never better,” Jack cried out and closed his eyes.
Dean fucked him with long, deep strokes.
Paige was mesmerized by the intense look in Dean's eyes. Jack groaned and pulled Paige in closer. "I want my face between your legs again." Jack licked her from top to bottom. "I love how you taste."
Shivering with delight, Paige leaned back on her elbows. There was no way she was going to come again, but the sweet rasp of Jack's tongue in contrast with the hard slap of Dean's body into his was building something wild inside her.
"You like watching me fuck him?" Dean growled.
"Yes," she said, gasping as the tip of Jack's tongue brushed over her clit.
"Did you like watching him fuck me in the pavilion?" Jack lifted his head up and nipped at her inner thigh.
"You knew I was there?" she said. She would have died of embarrassment, except for the pleased look on both their faces.
"Planned it for weeks." Jack groaned and nipped her other thigh.
