“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” He angled his face to kiss her again. “You weren’t ready.Weweren’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.
Laurel rose over him like a goddess. She rode him, taking exactly what she wanted while Nolan alternated between feasting on her plump breasts and her parted mouth. Jace planted his feet on the mattress and held on, letting her use him however she needed in that moment. When he started to climb again toward orgasm, Nolan noticed and tweaked his nipple, helping to distract him so that Laurel had what she required to satisfy herself.
Jace groaned and Laurel’s motions became jerky.
Nolan rubbed her back and cooed, “That’s right. Go ahead, Laurel. Wring him dry. Show him how badly you’ve wished you could share this with him, even if you didn’t know how to tell him.”
She cried out then, her eyes flying open as she stared at Jace, her eyes glassy with lust or maybe unshed tears. Maybe both.
And when she caved, her entire body spasming around him, Jace didn’t even have to think. His body responded to her rapture, joining her in an epic climax. She milked jet after jet of come from his balls. White-hot heat and the overwhelming weight of reality—they’d actually finally done this—stole every last thought from his mind.
Especially when Laurel melted over him, snuggling on top of his chest while still joined.
She reached for Nolan, who fit perfectly beside Jace, bearing some of her weight. The other man murmured to them both, “That was incredible. Thank you for letting me share it with you.”
And right then Jace knew he’d never forget that it was Nolan who had made his most secret dreams come true that day. He owed the man for this and so many other things now that he’d never be able to repay the debt.
Laurel didn’t speak, but she kissed each of them, then went limp in their arms, utterly exhausted.
Jace collapsed, his head lolling onto Nolan’s shoulder as his heart raced. Not only with physical exertion, but because he realized that by fucking Laurel with Nolan, he’d utterly screwed himself. This wasn’t something he could do once and walk away from unscathed after. He’d had enough meaningless sex to know that what they’d shared wasn’t only a physical release. At least not for him.