Page 330 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
“I think it’s time we properly christen this bed.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. But the sound fades quickly as the space between us shifts again.
Their hands find me again, one at my waist, one at my neck, one brushing down my arm, and I let myself fall into it, into them, into everything this moment represents.
Not just want.
Not just need.
But choice.
Every single one of us choosing this.
Choosing each other.
Again.
And again.
And again.
The air in the bedroom feels heavier now, charged and warm, as their hands move over me with quiet intention.
Elijah steps in first, his palm cupping my jaw as he tilts my face up to his. The kiss starts deep and deliberate, his tongue sliding against mine in slow, claiming strokes that make my knees feel weak. Zach’s fingers trail lightly down my arm, raising goosebumps, while Jackson moves behind me, his broad chest pressing warm against my back, hands settling at my waist.
“Let’s get this dress off you, sweetheart,” Jackson murmurs against my ear, his breath hot. His fingers find the zipper at my spine and ease it down inch by inch, the soft metallic sound loud in the quiet room. Zach helps from the front, sliding the thin straps off my shoulders one at a time, his mouth following the path, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone and the top of my breasts as the silk slips lower.
The dress pools at my feet in a whisper of fabric. I stand there in nothing but lace panties, skin already tingling everywhere they have touched.
Jackson hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and drags them down my legs with aching slowness, dropping to one knee so he can kiss the inside of my thigh as the lace falls away. Zach kneels in front of me, spreading my thighs gently with warm hands. He looks up at me for a moment, eyes dark and focused, before leaning in.
His tongue drags through my folds in one long, slow lick from entrance to clit. I gasp, fingers threading into his hair. He hums softly, the vibration rolling through me, then does it again, broader, wetter, taking his time to taste every inch of me.
“So wet already,” Zach murmurs against my slick skin. “But I want you dripping for all of us.”
Two thick fingers slide inside me, curling slowly as his tongue settles into lazy, devastating circles over my clit. Elijah moves to my side, one hand sliding into my hair to hold me steady while his mouth closes around my nipple. He sucks hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me moan loudly, then soothes the sting with his tongue. Jackson stays behind me, one strong arm wrapped around my waist to keep me upright, his free hand cupping my other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers as he kisses the back of my neck and shoulder.
“That’s it,” Jackson whispers against my skin, voice warm and rough. “Let Zach take care of you. Listen to those pretty sounds you’re making. You’re doing so well for us, sweetheart. So good and open already.”
The pleasure builds in thick, rolling waves under Zach’s patient mouth and fingers. My thighs start to tremble. Elijah switches to my other breast, sucking harder, while Jackson’s fingers pinch and roll my nipple in time with Zach’s tongue. I canhear how wet I am, filthy, slick sounds every time Zach’s fingers pump slowly in and out.
When the first orgasm finally crests, it rolls through me long and deep. My back arches, a broken moan tearing from my throat as my walls clench rhythmically around Zach’s fingers. Hot wetness floods his hand and tongue. Zach gentles his tongue but keeps moving, drawing every last pulse from me until the tremors ease.
He doesn’t stop.
Instead, he adds a third finger, stretching me wider, and his tongue returns to my clit with slow, firm circles. The second orgasm builds even slower, deeper, every stroke of his tongue and curl of his fingers coaxing me higher. Elijah’s mouth stays on my breast, sucking and licking, while Jackson’s hand slides down to rub my clit alongside Zach’s tongue when the pressure becomes too much.
“Come again for me, baby,” Zach murmurs against my pussy, voice low and steady. “I want you soaked. Let me feel you fall apart one more time.”
The second orgasm hits harder, slower, rolling through my entire body like a wave that refuses to break quickly. I cry out, thighs shaking violently around Zach’s head as my walls pulse and flutter around his fingers. Fresh slickness coats his hand and chin. He rides me through every spasm, tongue and fingers working in perfect rhythm until I am limp and gasping, body trembling with aftershocks.
“Look at you, wife,” Elijah growls against my ear, his hand flexing around my throat. “Already so desperate to be fucked by all your men. My greedy little wife, dripping before we’ve even started. Can you feel how hard I am just thinking about filling you with every cock in this room?”
Only then does Zach pull back slowly, lips and chin shiny, eyes heavy with satisfaction. He presses one last soft kiss to my inner thigh before standing.
“She’s ready,” he says quietly. “Soaked and open for you.”
Elijah takes control then, guiding me onto the bed and laying me on my back. He spreads my thighs wide, settling between them. His cock is thick and heavy as he drags the head through my slick folds, teasing my entrance before pushing in, inch by thick inch, until he is buried to the hilt. The stretch pulls a loud, helpless moan from me.
