And she couldn’t resist touching them even one more second.
She sank carefully to her knees, straddling both of their touching thighs. Laurel stared at them as she rocked, rubbing her wet, aching pussy on their corded muscles. Then she reached for them, her left hand stroking Nolan’s shaft while her right hand pumped Jace.
The men shared a heated glance with each other before they moaned.
Laurel chuckled then leaned in. “Jace, take over for me.”
He didn’t hesitate, brushing her hand aside so he could jerk Nolan off while she turned her full attention to his erection. She couldn’t remember ever seeing it quite so stiff, the veins standing out in relief, or as deeply rouged. As she admired him, a bead of precome dotted his tip. She licked it off, slowly, letting the flat of her tongue caress the head of his cock.
He cursed and his fingers clenched on Nolan’s shaft. Nolan thrust his hips and fucked through Jace’s fist. Oh this was going to be fun.
Laurel smiled before taking Jace into her mouth and surrounding him with soft heat. Over the past month, she’d learned so much about each of these men, what they liked, how to prolong their lovemaking and how to push them past their admittedly impressive self-restraint. She put every tidbit of that knowledge to good use as she serviced Jace. As she sucked him, she peeked up at Nolan, who was staring at where her mouth intersected Jace’s body while Jace stroked his cock.
It only took a few bobs, where she sank low enough to lip Jace’s balls while his cock stretched her jaw, before he tapped out. “Too much more of that and we’re not going to make it to the main event.”
Laurel pulled off him slowly, with extra pressure, before turning to Nolan, who was laughing.
“Think you can do better?” She arched a brow at him, reveling in the power it gave her to hold their pleasure in the palm of her hand, or her mouth.
His head fell back before Jace reached over and tipped it toward him. And when the two guys began to make out, Laurel made her move. She didn’t jump right to going down on him, instead laying a sneak attack on his balls, nuzzling and licking them until his sac drew tight to his body before finally sliding down his shaft, swirling her tongue along it as she went.
Nolan uttered a strangled sound that Jace happily swallowed. To even the score, Laurel took Nolan’s hand and guided it to Jace’s cock. It didn’t take more than a nudge to give Nolan the right idea, and soon his hand was working Jace’s erection in time to her own motions over Nolan’s cock.
Watching them kiss, observing how eager and not very careful they were with each other, turned Laurel on. She rocked faster against their legs as she treated Nolan to a killer blowjob.
Her orgasm caught her by surprise, going from a dull rising arousal to full on fireworks when Nolan tore his lips from Jace’s and begged for mercy. “Stop. You gotta stop or I’m going to lose it. You’re so fucking good at that. And Jace…God!”
Knowing that she could do this to them, amp them up and turn them on, prime them until they were as wild for her as she was for them…it did things to her.
Laurel rose up, her back arched, and she came so hard she would have toppled if the guys didn’t reach out, Nolan grasping her shoulder while Jace put a hand on her waist. Their touches only protracted her pleasure as she quaked in their hold, her core rubbing over their joined legs to wring the most rapture possible from her climax.
“Sorry.” She breathed heavily. “It caught me off guard.’
“Never apologize for enjoying us.” Nolan stroked her hair.
Jace hummed in agreement. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like that. In fact, I’d like to watch you come again, as soon as possible.”
He leaned forward as if he might turn the tables and press her to her back on the bed to feast on her. Laurel was too far gone for that. She needed more than his mouth to satisfy the need growing within her, urged on by the fact that this could be the last time they were lucky enough to be together, all three of them, whole and in…lust.
“Enough.” Nolan growled. “Let me up. I need to fuck.”
“Me too.” Jace raised his head enough to catch a glimpse of the slickness Laurel had left there, glistening on his bunched thigh, before letting it drop to the pillow once more with a groan.
As much as Laurel loved teasing them and driving them wild, she was happy to hand them the reins because truth be told, she needed her men inside her as badly as they longed to be there.
19
Nolan tried desperately to be suave, to remember all the things he’d learned about how to please a woman and a man in bed. He wished he was patient and generous, but instead the only thing he could do was obey the demands of his body and his heart. If he was about to lose Jace and Laurel, either to Draven—god forbid—or to their time together coming to an end, he had to make the most of this last liaison.
He tried to burn every moment, every touch, every twinge of excitement into his mind so he could replay this encounter over and over in the long, lonely nights ahead.
Jace moved even faster than he did. He bowled Laurel over and took her to her back on the bed. She shrieked, the laughter that followed ensuring she enjoyed his unrestrained display rather than being frightened by it. Both of them had come such a long way in the past month. Nolan wasn’t sure if he had a right to be, but he was incredibly proud of them.
For a moment, Nolan knelt beside them, admiring how gorgeous each of them were, Jace’s blue-black tattoos—gritty and unpolished, genuine—hugged his lean build, standing out in stark contrast to Laurel’s creamy skin. He stared as Jace wrapped his fist around his cock then aimed it at Laurel’s steamy core.
They went for it.
Nolan’s dick twitched as he imagined what it would feel like to be Jace working into Laurel’s hot pussy, bare. It didn’t take much effort since he’d done it last night and many others before that, but he’d never get tired of that sensation and the sparks that first contact set off in his entire being.