All my nerve endings were focused on her. Her body, her noises. I wanted to stamp her, make her mine, put my brand on her ass like the piece of property she was. She definitely needed a collar.
Jax broke their kiss. “I need to be inside her. Anywhere. I’d prefer …” He slid his hand down to her ass. “Here.”
Her blue eyes pinned me.
“First time in the ass, princess?”
She nodded and kept sliding up and down.
“Jax will be gentle, won’t you Jax?”
He arched an eyebrow at me in an are-you-fucking-kidding-me? look. I tilted my chin up at him in a c’mon look.
He shrugged. “Uh, yeah, I’ll be gentle. . . At first.”
I lifted my hips with her on top so she slammed down even more soundly onto my cock. I groaned from the pressure and moved down the bed so I was lying on my back.
“Don’t stop, princess.”
She put her small hands next to my head and kept riding me. Jax spit in his hand and rubbed her ass. She moaned as he dipped his fingers inside her. I couldn’t keep my hands off her tits, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her nipples, squeezing the supple mounds.
Jax put a hand on her back and pushed her down onto me, her tits now pressed into my hard chest. I licked her lips until she opened them for me. Jax spread her ass wide and began pushing forward. She yelped. I swallowed the sound.
“So tight,” Jax grated.
The pressure increased slowly on me, her pussy growing even more snug as Jax sank deeper and deeper into her virgin asshole. She kept rocking, rubbing and sliding against me as I moved my hips up to meet hers.
“I’m in. Jesus, am I in.” Jax still had both hands on her ass, pulling her open so he could see his shaft disappearing inside her.
He began to move, matching her small strokes. The small strokes gradually became bigger and bigger until she was sliding on both cocks, both holes filled to the brim.
Jax yanked her up by her hair, taking her mouth from me. He wrapped his arm around her ribs and held her against him as the thrusted harder and harder. He was crazed. So was I. When he held her up like that, I could see it all. Her pussy, my dick, her bouncing tits, the shadow of Jax behind her.
A fine sheen of sweat covered her skin and her hair was curling in damp waves. She reached up and clasped her hands behind his neck, but her eyes never strayed from mine. My cock felt like it might blow any second just from the look in her eyes.
I took one hand from her thigh and moved it up to stroke her clit. No longer hidden beneath its little hood, it was engorged, needy. I put my thumb against my cock as it rammed in and out in the rhythm she and Jax chose. I took the wetness and pressed on the nub before rubbing around it.
She cried out, the sound ending in a moan as I continued my strokes. She bounced on our cocks, both of us embedded as deep inside her as we could go at intervals. Jax slapped into her ass, the sound drumming into my mind, seared into my memory. And the way she looked. Wild, bitten, and marked. Claimed by us.
It seemed impossible, but she was getting even tighter. When Jax sank his teeth into her shoulder, she made an mmm sound and her pussy began convulsing around me.
She slammed down onto my cock, grinding her clit into my thumb as she screamed out her orgasm. The sound alone would have made me shoot. I did, squirting hot spend into her. I couldn’t control my yells as my dick took over and darkness blurred the edges of my vision.
Jax was yelling, too, but I was too obsessed with my own release, with her light blue eyes watching me, to care. When he released his grip on her, she slumped forward onto my chest.
Her breath was against my nipple, fast and hard.
Jax fell backward and just lay there, staring up at the ceiling and breathing like he’d sprinted a mile.
She went to shift off me, but I held her still. I wanted my dick to stay tucked inside her for as long as possible.
We all lay like that for several minutes. Recovering. I absentmindedly ran my hands up and down her back. I’d gotten a better view of her ink as Jax had whipped her. I wondered what the tattoo was for. Why would a rich girl like her get that sort of expansive ink? Seemed like her daddy or future husband would be mad.
But she didn’t have a future, I reminded myself. Not after noon today, anyway.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jax
I hated coming into the city in the middle of the day. Everything was so open, so exposed. Night was my hunting grounds. And the airfields? Too open. Too easy for a sniper to take a crack at me. But a deal was a deal.