Laurel’s breathing evened out. She stared straight into his eyes. “Fuck me, Jace.”
He didn’t dare tell her that he wasn’t going to. Truth was, he’d done all the fucking he cared to do in his life. This was something else entirely. Something scarier and meaningful. He planned to make love to her as he’d always hoped to, not that he’d admit it, because that surely would send her screaming away.
He fisted his cock, pumped the shaft from his balls to the tip—where it was embedded in her opening—once or twice to make sure it was good and slick from his own dripping precome and the arousal Nolan had coaxed from her. Nolan hugged her tight, then kissed her forehead as Jace put pressure on the spot where they were connected. He began to slip inside, bit by bit. When she cried out, he froze.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop now. Please!” Laurel shouted, then raised her hips, embedding Jace within her. She rocked, impaling herself on him until pure bliss whited out reason and he began helping her fit them together.
Her pussy was nothing like the asses of the guys he usually fucked. Soft, slippery, and so damn flawless he thought he might lose it before he’d hardly worked his way fully into her grip. He looked up and his stare clashed with Nolan’s. The other guy grinned, then leaned forward to crush his mouth over Jace’s.
He groaned and Laurel clenched around him, clearly not bothered by them making out above her. In fact, she seemed to get off on their show. So he let himself indulge a while longer, his hips grinding against Laurel as his tongue mimicked his movements along Nolan’s.
When Laurel whimpered, he peeked down at her.
“She’s doing fine,” Nolan promised Jace as he carefully studied her features. “Don’t worry about that or making her come again. Get yourself off and I’ll take over for you.”
Laurel moaned and writhed between them as if she didn’t hate that idea either.
Jace let himself fly, the last of his restraint eroding in the face of Laurel’s passion and Nolan’s encouragement. He fucked into her, his hips speeding up gradually until they slapped against hers as he brought them both the maximum amount of rapture he was capable of delivering. He used every skill he’d ever honed to make it good for them both, but before long, he barreled past the point of no return.
“That’s right. Come inside her,” Nolan egged him on. They were all aware from Kennedy’s exams and the tests she’d ordered that they were healthy. Laurel had even gotten on birth control to help with her cramps. There was no reason not to, as long as she didn’t object. “Fill her up so I can feel your come on my cock when I slide in after you.”
Jesus. Jace looked up at Nolan, their eyes locking just before his balls clenched and he began to orgasm. Then all he could do was chant Laurel’s name, and revel in the crush of her arms around him as he unloaded in her. He dropped his head and kissed her, his eyes wide open as he stared into hers, letting her see everything he felt and how much she moved him. Always had.
He gave her the satisfaction of knowing exactly how much she meant to him and how furiously he’d hungered for her all this time.
Jace kept pumping into her long after she’d wrung him dry, until his dick slipped free. Then, groaning, he rolled to his side and curled around her.
“I didn’t realize you needed that so badly.” Laurel kissed him tenderly on the corner of his eye.
“Needed you,” he panted. “Always have.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” He angled his face to kiss her again. “You weren’t ready. We weren’t.”
“Not until he stepped in and stopped us from keeping up our bad habits.” Laurel looked over at Nolan. “I think you deserve a reward for helping us out.”
“If you’re good, I am too.” Nolan smiled, though Jace could see the tension at the edges of it, caused by the desire raging through him. Jace was usually the one doing the fucking, but he’d gladly roll over and flash Nolan his ass if Laurel wasn’t interested.
“I’m better than good. I feel like I’m high on you two. And so turned on...” Laurel was evolving right in front of Jace’s eyes. It was like whatever they’d woken inside her was stretching and coming alive, never to be shoved back in the prison it had been locked in for too long. Thank god.
“I’ve got you covered.” Nolan smacked Jace’s ass as if they were some sort of sexual tag team before tipping Laurel onto Jace’s chest and resituating himself so that he was in Jace’s place.
Laurel’s legs wrapped around his hips and she sighed, instead of cringing, when his weight blanketed her. She was comfortable with him, relaxed and confident. It fired Jace up even more to see the effects washing over her.
Nolan rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, slathering himself in her and Jace’s mingled slickness before settling in. His tight ass bunched then released then tensed again as he worked into Laurel’s velvety grasp.
“Damn.” He grunted as he thrust, this time burying himself at least halfway.
“I know, right?” Jace chuckled, thrilled to have someone who could understand his absolute awe when it came to Laurel. “Pure heaven.”
In fact, his cock was already regretting that it had ended their turn so soon. It began to stiffen as he watched Laurel and Nolan come together, both of them lost to the pleasure they created. Jace dipped his head and sucked Laurel’s nipple, his other hand playing with her opposite breast as Nolan really got going.
It salved his ego when Nolan had to clench his jaw and clamp his eyes shut after not too long to keep from losing it inside Laurel. Jace grinned at Laurel, who squeezed his hand. Then Jace leaned in to make out with Nolan. Was he tempting the other guy to fall over the edge? Maybe.
But he also enjoyed swallowing Nolan’s moans as he buried himself to the hilt in Laurel.
Laurel raked her fingers down their abs, one hand on each man, and began to chant their names each time Nolan drilled into her. Jace sank down and laid his lips on hers, kissing her tenderly in counterpoint to Nolan’s relentless fucking.
And that’s when she lost it for the second time, clawing at the sheets and drumming her heels on the bed as Nolan poured himself deep within her. Jace’s cock lurched, though he tried to keep himself calm. Laurel might be satisfied. Hell, he probably would have been if Nolan had pounded him so thoroughly with that fat cock of his.
But when her eyes fluttered open, they were still full of steam. She scratched down his chest and said, “More.”
Nolan collapsed on her opposite side and began kissing his way from her fingertips up her arm, across her collarbones and finally to her mouth. Jace heard him whisper, “Thank you. That was…incredible.”
Laurel hummed, beyond rational thought or conversation. So Jace did as she requested and mounted her. She crossed her ankles in the small of his back, then sucked him into her. He slipped easily inside and took his time, riding her with unrelenting precision and slow, languid glides that extended their ecstasy for longer than he could keep track of.
It was nothing like his hurried booty calls, nothing like the impersonal scratching of a physical urge.
Jace gave Laurel everything he had and hoped she realized that it was a hell of a lot more than only his body he was placing in her care. At some point, she tried to rush him, but he refused until she rolled to the side and took him to his back.