“Hell no, as long as I can watch.” Jace smiled.
“I’m hoping you’ll do more than that.” Laurel reached for him. “You were right, Jace. It’s your turn. You’ve always been there for me. I know I can trust you. I know you would rather cut your balls off than hurt me. If I’m going to do this with anyone, it’s right that you be first.” She glanced at Nolan. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to apologize for. Like I said, I need a minute.” He came closer and lifted Laurel’s shoulders, slipping behind her, hugging her as she reclined on his abs and chest, which became the perfect pillow to keep her propped up and watching what Jace was about to do to her body. “That makes perfect sense. And if you decide that’s enough, that’s fine too. In the meantime, I’ll be here to keep an eye on everything and make sure nothing goes off the rails while Jace is distracted.”
“Thanks, man.” Jace wished he could have reached Nolan to kiss him again. How had they found someone so big and strong and…fucking kind to take care of them, shelter them, when they needed it most?
“Where the hell did you come from?” Laurel peeked up at Nolan, and the languid kiss they shared did nothing to douse the flames Laurel’s confidence and faith had stoked in Jace. “And how do you know exactly what we need to make this work?”
Nolan shrugged. “I’m glad I was in the right place at the right time. Thank you for letting me be part of this with you.”
Laurel nodded, then reached for Jace. “Come on. Please get inside me before I lose my nerve.”
“You’re sure?” Jace asked again.
“Positive.” She clutched his shoulder and ground against him, her slick pussy rubbing along the length of his cock. He prided himself on the self-control it had taken to keep his hands off of her all these years, until she was ready, but now that she greenlit them, there was no way he could hold back even an instant longer.
He fit himself to her opening, then groaned as the flexing muscles at her entrance kissed his cock. His hips twitched and he fused them the barest bit together. Laurel gasped and bit her lip hard enough he was afraid she might hurt herself.
“Is this okay?” Jace asked as he held himself above her, afraid to pin her or trigger bad memories. “You can be on top if you want.”
“Don’t want.” Laurel dug her nails into his shoulders, keeping him from retreating. Not that he was about to go any-damn-where but deeper inside her if that’s what she desired.
Nolan was there, caressing them both, calming Jace’s nerves and keeping Laurel in the moment. “You’re doing so good, Laurel,” Nolan coached, reassuring her when things might have turned awkward. Jace hated to admit it, but he was glad to have company to make sure he didn’t fuck up the best moment of his life.
They both knew he was coarse and unrefined, unlike Nolan who could be suave, though always with a dash of playful, when needed. He’d make sure Jace didn’t inadvertently scare her or harm her when he got really into things.
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, becausethatsurely 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.”