Nolan groaned, his thigh tensing beneath the free hand Jace laid on it to stabilize himself. He took Nolan deeper, letting the blunt head of his cock rub against the back of his throat. He’d long ago learned to suppress his gag reflex, and that skill came in handy when dealing with Nolan’s long, thick dick.
“Damn that’s hot.” Laurel gasped from the bed, drawing Jace’s gaze. He flicked his eyes to her long enough to see her removing her own clothes. She tossed her bra at them like a groupie at a concert instead of a woman playing spectator for her two roommates turned lovers. Or one who’d been too shy to get naked first.
If it took showing her his honest passion for Nolan and her to make her comfortable, he had no problems with that.
“Damn, between the two of you…” Nolan trailed off when Jace sucked harder before swirling his tongue over the head of Nolan’s cock, tasting the salty musk of precome there. “You’re making me glad I work out or I’d have burst a blood vessel by now.”
His fingers flexed on Jace’s skull, which did nothing to dampen his enthusiasm. He went down on Nolan like the pro he once was, using every trick he’d ever mastered to rev the man up. Not to mention getting Laurel turned on enough to overcome her inhibitions.
After another couple of minutes, Nolan inched toward the bed, dragging Jace with him. His tree-trunk thighs hugged Jace’s shoulders. And when he got close enough he said, his voice far huskier than Jace had ever heard it before, “Turn this way, Laurel, if you want me to get you ready too.”
Jace mentally cheered, never letting up on his sucking as Laurel flew into place, her ass on the edge of the bed and her torso laying crosswise on the mattress.
Nolan’s cock edged into Jace’s throat when he leaned forward, taking Laurel’s ankles in his hands. He raised them, propping her feet on Jace’s shoulders from behind. From the angle of them, Nolan had tipped her knees out so that her soles rested against each side of his neck. Nolan made room for himself between her legs.
Although Jace’s back was to the action as he devoured Nolan and Nolan bent over him to warm Laurel up, there was no doubt about the instant Nolan’s lips connected with her flesh. Her toes curled and she moaned, making Jace’s cock jerk and a bead of precome slip from the tip.
He redoubled his efforts, swallowing Nolan to the root, the other guy’s balls tapping against his chin as encouragement. Not that Nolan seemed to need any. The slick noises that flowed from behind Jace made him sure the agent knew his way around a woman’s body and was employing all of his skills to bring Laurel pleasure.
Jace grabbed Nolan’s thighs and clung to the bulging muscles there, grateful and excited that this man had finally managed to bridge the abyss of anxiety and bad memories he and Laurel had never managed to cross on their own.
Nolan reached one hand down to rub the back of Jace’s head, encouraging him and promising with that touch that Jace was doing as good a job as he thought. He smiled around Nolan’s dick and swirled his tongue along the shaft. Nolan groaned and Laurel moaned as the ecstasy Jace gave Nolan transferred to her.
“Damn, you’re so sweet,” Nolan rasped to Laurel before putting his mouth back to good use.
“You’re really good at that.” Laurel gasped, then chuckled.
It might have seemed odd, but hearing her laugh while Nolan was going down on her nearly made Jace shoot right then. She was enjoying this. She was into sex with Nolan and with him. Together. There wasn’t a single ounce of uncertainty or, worse, fear in her confession.
Holy fucking shit.
Jace couldn’t wait until they took her over the top, making her orgasm again and again. He wasn’t going to stop giving her pleasure until she asked him to.
“You ready for me to add my finger?” Nolan asked, inspiring Jace’s shudder. He was grateful Nolan understood the need to go slowly, cautiously, and that he was so tender with Laurel. If he’d hurt her, Jace wouldn’t have hesitated to bite his cock right off and keep him from doing the same to anyone else ever again.
It wasn’t an issue.
Laurel couldn’t have picked anyone better to break her dry spell with. And Jace thanked the stars that he’d been lucky enough to be included in the moment. Nolan had undoubtedly saved many lives in his career with the Shields, maybe even theirs. But what he was doing right then was something no one had been able to do for Laurel before, and Jace would never forget it.
He held still as Nolan began to fuck his mouth, pumping his cock between Jace’s lips even as he feasted on Laurel.
“Oh, yes.” Laurel groaned and her feet flexed against Jace’s neck as if making sure he was still there. “Your hands are so big.”
Nowhere near as big as his dick, babe, Jace thought with a smirk. He got distracted for an instant and choked when Nolan jerked, obviously impacted by Laurel’s desire and, most likely, the heat of her sweet pussy hugging his fingers. Lucky bastard.
Jace wasn’t going to lie. He’d kept every one of his liaisons to men because there was only one woman he wanted to be intimate with, and she was splayed out across the bed right behind him. He was glad Nolan was there too to make sure she was satisfied, because Jace was going to have a hard time lasting long enough to do the job on his own after what amounted to decades of extended foreplay.
Nolan hummed against Laurel’s skin, his mouth making wet slurping noises that did nothing to keep Jace from getting turned on. Apparently Nolan wasn’t unaffected either. He put his hand on Jace’s shoulders and held him in place before withdrawing his cock from Jace’s mouth. The slick thickness of his cock tapped Jace’s throat as he gulped down some much-needed air.
Then Nolan said, “Come here, Jace. I want you to see how beautiful Laurel is like this and watch when I make her come on my face.”
14
“Fuck yes.” Jace didn’t have to be told twice. Nolan went to his knees as Jace climbed onto the bed. Then Nolan grabbed hold of Laurel’s legs and draped them over his shoulders. Jace laid face down, perpendicular to Laurel, propping himself on folded arms. He smiled down at her and said, “Hey.”
“Mmmm.” She blinked her heavy lidded eyes open and stared up at him.
“Is he good at that?” Jace played stupid since there was no way those long swipes of Nolan’s broad tongue didn’t feel spectacular.
“Uh huh.” Laurel blushed and looked away.
No. Jace wasn’t going to let her deny what they were sharing. He tipped her face back and when the arousal in her eyes was obvious, he couldn’t help himself. He lowered his face and dusted his lips against hers. It was heaven and hell combined, finally kissing her and tasting her parted lips, knowing she wasn’t making any sort of commitment beyond this one incredible experiment they were sharing.
It didn’t matter if his soul shattered into a million pieces later—he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to show her how damn much he loved her, and always had, through the most basic and carnal of expressions.
Laurel wasn’t simply lying there either. Wasn’t afraid or unsure. She was kissing him back, one hand on Nolan’s head, pressing it closer to her core—as Nolan had so recently done to Jace—and the other lightly scraping Jace’s scalp as she arched toward him and thrust her tongue between his lips.