Page 18 of Unbound
I did. I really, really did.
Not sure how to express this with words, I instead reached up, pressing my hands to Jasper’s cheeks. I traced the high cheekbones, feathered the stubble with the palms of my hands, then pulled him to me for a kiss.
I pressed my lips to his softly, testing and teasing as if I was still making sure that this was okay. When he kissed me back, it was with the same intensity that he applied to everything. His fingers fisted in my hair, holding me in place, and I parted my lips when his tongue swept softly over the seam.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when a new hand landed on my back, rubbing in slow circles. I broke the kiss, craning my neck to see, even though I knew it could only be Jackson.
“Easy, girl.” He smiled before sinking down on my other side. “You don’t have to worry. Just let us make you feel good.”
The hand on my back slid down lower, lower until it brushed over the swells of my ass. I whipped my head back to look at Jasper, asking him with my eyes if this was really okay.
The flare of heat was all the answer that I needed. He not only wanted this for me, he got off on it.
“I have one question before we do this.” Running my tongue over my lips, I looked at first one man, then the other. “Are you two going to make out? Because I think I could really get behind that.”
Both men broke out into laughter. Jackson palmed my ass, squeezing, and Jasper wrapped his hand in my hair again, forcing me to look back at him.
He smiled wickedly, and my stomach did a slow roll of anticipation. “If it turns you on, you never know.”
Behind me Jackson snorted out a laugh, but I couldn’t find the humor, too consumed by the thought of all that maleness to even smile. It hit me then, how overwhelming it was to be pressed between two such large men, hard planes and lean muscles brushing against me every time I moved.
Jasper stood then, pulling me to my feet as well. His hands found my breasts, stroking them gently through the silky fabric of my top as Jackson watched. They looked at each other, exchanging some unspoken communication before Jasper lifted the hem of my shirt and Jackson’s hands stroked over my waist from behind, fingers finding the button on my shorts and pulling it loose.
“Oh.” A soft sigh escaped me as the men undressed me like I was a doll. Jasper tugged my shirt up and over my head, Jackson tugged my shorts down my legs. I felt the warmth of his breath mist over my skin before he pressed a kiss to the curve of my hip.
“Beautiful.” He trailed his lips across my back to my spine. I’d thought his beard would feel coarse, would scratch my skin, but instead the strands were soft and silky as it teased.
“Wait until you see her tits.” Reaching behind me, Jasper unhooked my bra, my last article of clothing since he’d commanded that I forgo panties. “Fucking gorgeous. And her nipples turn the sexiest shade of red after they’ve been in your mouth.”
“Take her to the bed,” Jackson growled, standing. He was fully clothed, and the sensation of denim and cotton at my back was heightened, every brush of his body against mine awakening new nerves.
Placing his hands at my hips, he pulled me back against him. I could feel him, fully erect and pressing against the small of my back, and when Jasper did the same at my front, a shiver wracked my body.
I was a greedy girl, because in that moment I wanted them both—I wanted it all.
Scooping me up with an arm beneath my knees, in the way that he’d already made a habit of, Jasper carried me to the bed. He set me down gently, shedding his shirt before crawling onto the bed after me.
Looking back over my shoulder, I watched as he undid the zipper of his fly and tugged his jeans down far enough to free his cock. He was fully erect, and if I’d had any doubts that he was really into this, they would have disappeared when I saw him leak a bit from the tip as he adjusted himself then pulled me back against him.
“Eyes on me, girl.” Jackson stood at the end of the bed as Jasper arranged me against him, his front to my back, his cock sliding against my tailbone. “He gets to have you anytime. It’s my turn.”
“I’m watching.” I whimpered when Jasper cupped my breasts in his hands, stroking his thumbs idly over the nipples, as though we were back in one of our motel rooms about to watch a movie while we fooled around.
Jackson grinned down at me wickedly before whipping his T-shirt off. He tossed it across the room, and I sighed with appreciation as I got an eyeful of his flat stomach and his defined abs. He had tattoos inked across his pecs, ocean waves and a mountain range, and a silver bar pierced his left nipple.
“See anything you like?” He flexed, and I knew he meant it to be silly, but the ripple of his biceps had my mouth going dry. I squirmed against Jasper, who plucked at my nipples hard enough to get my attention.
“You heard him, babe. Eyes on him,” Jasper whispered into my ear. My head fell back even as my heels dug into the bed. I was already aroused beyond belief, needing more, needing to be filled. I liked having him at my back, his arms around me, anchoring me when desire might otherwise have taken me under.
When I looked at him again, Jackson’s fingers had dropped to his waistband. He undid his jeans, sliding them and what appeared to be plaid boxers down to the floor in one smooth movement. Then he was naked, an impressive erection jutting forward from its nest of chestnut curls, and my fingers were itching to touch.
“What do you want him to do?” Jasper spoke in my ear, rolling my nipples in his fingers as Jackson knelt on the bed, my feet brushing against thighs almost as massive as Jasper’s. “This is all for you, so tell us what you want.”
“I want…I need…touch me.” I pushed back against Jasper as Jackson shifted forward. Wrapping his large hands around my ankles, he started to slide them up my legs, his thumbs tracing a seam up my inner calves, then my thighs.
“Please…” I bowed back against Jasper. He released one of my breasts, sliding his hand down across the naked plane of my stomach at the same leisurely pace Jackson was using. Their fingers found my center at the same time, and I let out a sharp cry.
They shared another one of those glances in which they seemed to communicate, and then Jasper used his fingers to circle over my clit. He dipped them inside, then used my own slickness to increase the pace.
