Page 58 of Black Hearts
She tried to squirm a little, attempted to struggle out of pure instinct, but I wasn’t going to let her go anywhere. And besides, everyone in this room knew she enjoyed it.
After a while, Jaxon’s mouth went to the other nipple, and he paid just as much attention to it as he’d done the first. Juliet moaned, her breathing sharp and her skin flushed pink. She grew more and more undone with each passing moment, and in doing so, more gorgeous.
I’d never met someone like her before, and I knew I never would again. It’s why I had to try harder this time, had to be better for her. She needed me, and I needed her to keep myself sane.
Jaxon’s mouth eventually trailed further down her body. He placed a soft kiss near the scab on her stomach, and she held her breath when he did so. He didn’t linger there, for he had another destination in mind: that sweet place between her inner thighs.
His hands spread her thighs wide, and I could imagine what he saw: her slick folds, her swollen clit, a pussy that was wet and waiting. My own cock twitched with need, my balls tightening with anticipation and desire, but I managed to hold myself back, dragging my gaze along Juliet’s naked body to Jaxon, who had lowered his mouth to her apex. Someone was hungry, hungry for something that wasn’t food.
Mmm. I could go for a meal that was Juliet, too.
The sounds that came from Juliet when Jaxon began eating her out were spectacular. I could’ve survived on those sounds alone. She arched her back, slammed her eyelids shut, and created a symphony of sounds that no one could ever hope to repeat. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, her body racked with the pleasure Jaxon’s mouth gave.
I was jealous. Not jealous of having Jaxon between my legs, mind you, but jealous that I wasn’t the one tasting her arousal, making her moan like this. Jealous my cock wasn’t plunging inside of her and dragging these sounds out.
I could tell when Jaxon had pushed her to an orgasm. Her muscles started to spaz out, the wrists I held jerking a bit. Her thighs trembled, and the sound that came from her right then was unlike any other. More like a garbled cry of ecstasy than anything else. Beyond sexy.
Jaxon pulled his mouth off her apex, shooting me a look. I knew exactly what that look meant, even if he didn’t say it. He was going to fuck her. I knew it. He knew it. She knew it. It didn’t need to be said aloud. And as jealous as I was, I knew this was part of playing nice. I’d invited him, so I would sit back and watch Jaxon fuck Juliet while I not-so-patiently waited for my turn.
He lifted his body, moving so that his cock now sat just outside her pussy. Jaxon didn’t seem to care that his lips were slick from his work between her thighs. He took hold of himself, stroked his hard length once, and then guided his cock inside. He bore his hips down on her, and I could feel her tensing up during the first few seconds. But then she relaxed, and Jaxon started to fuck her.
Every thrust of his hips made her body sway on the bed, and in turn, every thrust made her top half move into me. I still held onto her wrists, but after a few pumps of Jaxon’s cock, I released them, instead leaning over her head a bit to grab her chest. Holding onto her wasn’t enough. I wanted to play, too.
I tweaked her nipples, ran my thumbs over and around their pebbled points while Jaxon worked at her pussy. Together, we brought her to the brink of another orgasm, and this one must’ve been worlds more powerful than the last, because the cry she let out right then was otherworldly. I could’ve spontaneously nutted right there, hearing her come undone like that.
God, she was fucking spectacular.
Juliet’s orgasm made Jaxon go at her harder. His thrusting became more erratic, his movements quicker. He went at her like a soldier going to war, someone willing to put in the hard work to see the reward of winning, and in this analogy, winning would mean exploding inside of her, filling her up to her core with cum.
She’d been on the pill ever since Theo had dropped by. Hope that was enough, because it was clear neither of us was going to stop and think about condoms or pulling out of her. No, it’d been far too fucking long since I’d felt those tight walls wrapped around my cock, since her body had been completely beholden to mine.
Jaxon pushed into her with a jerk of his hips, his face twisted in pleasure as his own release took hold of him. Short, quick pumps of his cock as he emptied himself inside Juliet, spilling every ounce of cum he had in her core. He let out a ragged groan, and then his body slumped a bit, and he barely caught himself before collapsing onto Juliet.
Thankfully I’d pulled back from her tits to watch the orgasm unfold, knowing I was next.
I knew Jaxon didn’t want to pull out of her—if I was in his position, I wouldn’t want to pull out, either. But, alas, pull out he had to, because it was my turn. My turn, baby, my fucking turn.
He withdrew from her pussy, his cock still hard and coated in her arousal, her beautiful slick. His chest labored with heavy breaths, and he crawled up to lay beside Juliet, moving only so I could get my leg from that side of her. He took her by the throat, forced her to look at him, and then kissed her long and hard.
That was fine. I didn’t mind if he kissed her. I had other things on my mind, like getting between those legs and seeing for myself just how wet she was. After two orgasms and a fuck? She had to be dripping—although, if she was dripping, odds were it was mostly Jaxon’s cum.
Eh, whatever. That cum would make fabulous lubrication for me.
As much as I wanted to savor this moment, for this was the first time in what felt like forever that I’d be one with Juliet, I couldn’t. I couldn’t force myself to take it slow, not after watching Jaxon with her, not after waiting so damned long. I needed to feel that pussy wrapped around my length, needed to make her moan again—although this time, she’d be conscious.
See? I was getting better. Baby steps and all that.
My cock didn’t need guidance. I pushed down upon her, and my cock knew exactly where to go. It slipped inside of her easily, filled her up in a way that told me her body was ready. A short gasp of a moan left Juliet when I filled her, and I smirked to myself, because Jaxon had swallowed up the sound eagerly. I wasn’t the only one blinded when Juliet was near.
Her body was heaven. No joke. Her pussy was wetter than wet, her arousal mixed with Jaxon’s cum. My upper body shuddered when I speared her deeply, her core clamping around my length.
Fuck. This was more than heaven. This was unreal. This was… I couldn’t explain it. People like us, we didn’t get to go to heaven, but for some reason, we were sent an angel. This angel was so beautiful, so different from each of us. We might’ve hurt her in the beginning, but now we knew we had to protect her at all costs.
She was our angel, and nothing in this world was going to take her from us again.
I fucked her like I’d never fucked her before. I fucked her like I was a starving man and she was the meal I so craved, like I’d survived the desert heat and she was my oasis. Because that’s what she was to me. She helped me feel alive again. She made me remember that life wasn’t just getting from day to day; it was about enjoying it.
I had to close my eyes, unable to watch her body rock underneath me. Watching her, it was too much, even if she was with Jaxon, kissing him between hard thrusts from me. The pleasure had threatened to overtake me the very moment I’d pushed inside of her, but I held it off as long as I could, wanting to make it last.
