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Hearing that is as big of a compliment as I could ask for, and I try not to smile. Time to turn the tables on these two and show them I can control their pleasure just as much as they do mine.
Or so I planned.
Until Jackson shifts my legs apart and spears me with his tongue.
I almost choke on Kellan in my surprise, lurching forward to grab his thighs.
Jack chuckles, and the sound sends a pleasurable shudder through me that ends between my thighs. His tongue drags up to my clit, moving in maddening circles around it and everywhere other than that one spot.
My thighs tremble as he draws my pleasure out, one lick, one suckle, one circle at a time.
Even though I can’t see a fucking thing, my eyes are closed with bliss as I focus on how good everything feels. On Jackson, playing me like I’m an instrument, and he, its master. On Kellan, as my lips and tongue glide over the warm ridges of his cock and he serenades me with sounds of his pleasure.
Jackson strokes his tongue over my clit, and my moan reverberates from my mouth through Kellan.
“Fuck yes, that feels so good. Whatever you’re doing to her, don’t stop,” Kellan demands. He fists my hair, encouraging me deeper but not taking over.
I swallow more of him. Even as my jaw aches and drool spills from the corner of my lips, I moan and suck him down like I’ve never tasted anything better.
“For the love of—” he cuts himself off and hisses, his fist clenching and pulling my hair. “You’re a fucking goddess. So perfect. You take me so well.”
Jackson hits all the right places, and Kellan’s words have me feeling weightless and buzzing. I shift one hand to the base of Kellan to give myself more leverage, using it in tandem with my mouth to stroke and suck until not a single inch of him is spared.
Fingers sink into my heat without warning, and my entire body convulses at the stimulation. Two thrusts later, and I’m crying out around Kellan, my body tightening and exploding in a rush. My thighs quiver and almost fall, but hands on my hips guide them back up.
Jackson’s hard length rubs into the mess I made, coating himself, and then he drives inside, shoving me deeper on Kellan’s dick until it hits my throat.
It all feels so good. Too good to think clearly and keep myself moving in any sort of rhythm on Kellan. He picks up on this, and his hand in my hair works in sync with Jackson’s thrusts. I give in to the bliss, to the headiness that’s taken over.
“We’re not doing this in the dark again. I want to see her face when we’re taking her like this,” Kellan growls.
My cunt clenches, and Jackson chuckles.
“She likes the sound of that.”
Kellan strokes the side of my face, where he’s probably trying to imagine my expression. “Good girl.” He gasps, then grits out, “Are you going to swallow my cum, too?”
I try to nod, barely shifting my face before it slides over him again.
“Here it comes,” he warns, and Jackson slows so I can focus on swallowing the hot cum that slides down my throat. Kellan steps back, and the hand in my hair finds my chin. His thumb rubs over my lips, and he kisses me just as Jackson picks up his pace.
Cool fingers tease and flick my clit. I cling to Kellan, drawing strength from him as another orgasm crawls up my spine. It locks around me, stealing the breath from my lungs and throwing me over a cliff. I scream as it wrings me dry, and then Jackson shudders and curls over my back. He kisses my spine as Kellan steals a kiss of his own from my lips.
Kell withdraws slowly like it’s an internal struggle to convince himself that I still need air to breathe. We’re all panting and breathless, but he gets his voice back first to ask, “Who’s up for a shower?”
Chapter twenty-six
Aiden
The phone rings endlesslyin my ear. If it clicks over to voicemail, I’m quick to end the call and redial.
There’s no avoiding me. Just answer your phone so we can be done with it.
Sleep nags at me like an unrepentant pest. It sits in the recesses of my mind, waiting for a moment of weakness to sweep in and drag me down.
Moments like this, where the droll ringing threatens to lull me into its sweet surrender, are the most dangerous. I’ve been able to avoid it for a few days now, slipping in a twenty-minute nap here or there when absolutely necessary, and otherwise, I’ve been here. Losing myself to achieve my goals.
Because nothing else matters to me anymore aside from taking down GE and fixing what I ruined.
